I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

There was still…

If it were possible, would he truly choose to help Yue Gongli?

Li Fugui had once said that the big principle was that Yue Gongli was the successor of the Holy Emperor, and the successor of the Holy Emperor had been selected through numerous tests and screening.

This proved that Yue Gongli’s position could only ever be that of the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor—no matter how distant he appeared from the Holy Divine Palace, no matter how capricious his actions were, no matter how afraid he was of his big sister and brother-in-law.

The Ten High Nobles could only ever be the Ten High Nobles!

Even Bei Huai, who had even ascended to the position of the successor of the Holy Emperor and even became the Holy Emperor himself, was still seeking to transcend his shackles, continuing his life research in his absurdly trickery manner.

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Hallmaster Dao had not even undergone the scrutiny of his Dao Clan, and thus could not talk about being a true successor of the Holy Emperor.

His position had never been that of the Holy Divine Palace, but his own!

Under such circumstances, if there were a chance to lend a hand…

Would his choice be to wrong the rights, use the power of the evil god to kill Yue Gongli outright, or demonstrate his wholeheartedness, conveniently owe the successor of the Holy Emperor a favor in view to a future plan?

Xu Xiaoshou realized that he had probably lost most of his gamble, yet he wasn’t discouraged, but rather he became more serious.

It was at this time that he noticed Yue Gongli’s sudden seriousness, which must have also been a realization that this was another test to uncover Hallmaster Dao’s real purpose, though the price might be his life.

“Not speaking?”

Hallmaster Dao waited for a moment, but Yue Gongli remained silent.

Smart people never need to communicate; he just glanced at Xu Xiaoshou with a smile, his lips parting to say, “With my ability, at most I can help you with the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict?”

The Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict!

These four abrupt words dropped into the ears of the surrounding people, and they were very abrupt indeed.

The previous conversation didn’t match these words; Yue Gongli hadn’t even mentioned this, so how did Hallmaster Dao suddenly think to use the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict as an answer?

And what was the answer to?

Only the small group of Saint Servant intelligence personnel who heard Hallmaster Dao’s previous prophecies, including Sangshui Cen Bai, had their faces change color.

The gamble of Xu’s Path, what was it about?

It was a bet on whether his Way of Heavens’ energy movement prophecy was true, even down to the nitty-gritty—either the “Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict” or “Soul Blood.”

But if Yue Gongli truly were enslaved by the Cursed Yin Evil God, he could not have made contact with Hallmaster Dao in advance, no matter how small his actions since he came from the Lower Realm.

This meant, he certainly didn’t know what bet Xu’s Path had made.

Similarly, regarding the words “Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict,” he should feel as befuddled as the bystanders watching.

So, how should he respond to this baffling question?

Yue Gongli didn’t respond.

He just covered his chest and shook his head silently.

“What does that mean?”

Everyone around, some having witnessed the entire affair, were genuinely puzzled, not understanding what they were seeing or hearing, completely confused by the situation.

I haven’t lost consciousness…

As a child, he would daydream in school while listening to his teacher’s lectures. With the talents to reach the Cutting Path stage and higher void levels, once he regained focus, even if he missed some content, he could catch up.

Now he was watching clearly the entire event, listening to the whole affair, but he ended up not understanding what they were talking about, what heads they were shaking?

In stark contrast to such people, anyone who knew of Xu’s Path bet was downright hair-standing as they saw Yue Gongli shaking his head.

Either one or the other!

If not the Holy Emperor’s Golden Edict, then it must be “Soul Blood,” right?

Hallmaster Dao laughed, and before anyone even had time to react, he had already completed his hand seals, murmuring:

“Divine Thirty-Six Form, Great Stripping Technique.”

The Celestial Scroll unfolded, casting a mysterious light upon Yue Gongli.

Are we fighting now?

Again, so soon?

Everyone panicked and retreated; not understanding the situation was one thing, knowing it was vital to survive when the fighting started was another.

But as they glanced back after vacating the Arena, they saw Yue Gongli, who held the axe, remaining indifferent to the incoming mysterious light, even proudly puffed out his chest and met it head-on with a relaxed expression.

“Sizzle—”

Evil energy burgeoned.

The clothes at Yue Gongli’s chest split open, revealing a purple eyeball the size of a fist.

The veins in his neck burst, and a withered black branch trembled as it was pulled out.

“Cursed Yin Eye!”

“Ancestor Tree Branch!”

Xu Xiaoshou’s scalp tingled, recognizing them as the power crystal of the Cursed Yin Evil God and the branch containing the perfect Power of Three Ancestors from the Di Ying Holy Plant from the Eighteen Heavens.

“Hiss—”

As the Evil God’s Eye emerged, all of the First Heavens suddenly echoed with mournful wails.

The voices came from the spirits, suddenly sweeping across the earth and sky, and at that moment, numerous Spiritual Cultivators in the Arena fell, their gazes suddenly becoming vacant.

Sovereign stage, Cutting Path, higher void…

A single screech from the evil god, and thousands were dead on this piece of land, countless more beyond!

“Yu—Mo—”

Along with another hysterical scream, the Cursed Yin Evil God’s Eye gaze turned sharply towards Hallmaster Dao.

The withered branch from the Ancestral Trees drained the vital life force of those dead nearby, starting to proliferate wildly, the branches beating as they spread in all directions.

The plague spread!

The Water Ghost behind the Arena shuddered, wishing that the golden beast mask on his face was not half but a whole, that it could fully hide his true face as Yu Mo.

As he ran, his heart cried out:

Xu Xiaoshou, you will not die a good death!

Xu Xiaoshou, you can forget about commanding me ever again!

Xu Xiaoshou, remember this, those who frequently walk by the river can hardly avoid getting their shoes wet; if there comes a day when I can take revenge, I will make the evil god dream of your name, I will make you experience what it feels like to hear your own name from the evil god’s mouth!

“Cursed, Passive Points, +1, +1, +1…”

“Look at that, picking on my friend Yu Mo is nothing, if you have the guts, come at me, Hallmaster Dao!”

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