I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Xu Xiaoshou abruptly cut off his chaotic thoughts, breaking into a cold sweat.

At this moment, why am I reminiscing about the good times in Tiansang Spirit Palace? What am I thinking?

"Of course, Dao Qiongcang might still be deceiving me. I need to find someone trustworthy to ask..."

He called out in his heart several times but received no response.

Xu Xiaoshou expanded his perception and simultaneously used Spatial Upanishad to forcefully compress the surrounding space, thereby relatively expanding his range.

Ten thousand miles, a hundred thousand miles, three hundred thousand miles...

All vague, unimportant things were completely ignored.

His perception stretched out into the distance, using sword cognition to search for sword cognition. Xu Xiaoshou tried to locate his unreliable but greatest supporter.

Soon, in the far south of the Central Region, in a bustling port town, he spotted a familiar shabby figure.

Bazhun'an!

...

Bazhun'an also came to the Central Region?

Xu Xiaoshou's first reaction was a sense of security, his second was realizing things were truly serious, and his third was: Why do you look even more disheveled now?

This fellow was so weak at the moment that even a gust of wind might knock him down. He needed the Storyteller to follow close behind, offering occasional support, just to… walk.

Not being able to fly was one thing.

But you've regressed to the point where even walking is a struggle?

Are you really practicing Ancient Sword Technique and not Cursed Yin Evil Technique?

Xu Xiaoshou vaguely felt that seeking out Bazhun'an at this moment was a mistake. But since he had found him, he couldn't simply ignore it.

Standing on the Sacred Mountain, Xu Xiaoshou posed his question to Bazhun'an in the far south of the Central Region:

"Can this be done?"

At the port, having just stepped out of a teleportation portal, Bazhun'an walked a bit before suddenly patting the Storyteller's hand.

The Storyteller instinctively let go, confused, turning his head to speak. But before he could, Bazhun'an slightly raised his eyes and casually uttered:

"I'm here."

What the heck... the Storyteller froze on the spot at this "here."

You're here?

Who are you talking to this time?

Are you hallucinating again?

So sealing the sword for eternity is ultimately still an evil technique, huh? Won't you suddenly grow old while sealing?

"Little Eight, behave. Don't start spiraling again. Let's go this way; you've taken the wrong path again..."

...

I'm here.

No matter what you decide, whether it's right or wrong, I'll always be here.

Clearly, those two words are supposed to instill a sense of absolute security. Yet, staring at Bazhun'an—who looked blind to everything—

Xu Xiaoshou felt anything but secure!

Ai Cangsheng stopped shooting arrows. Dao Qiongcang retreated while advancing with his persuasion. Bazhun'an seemed to understand the situation yet still chose to play this move...

The three of them were all drivers of this game!

And he himself, merely a chess piece!

If that's the case, even Ah Si being inexplicably handed into his care feels like part of a directive aimed at leading everyone toward destruction...

Retrospectively analyzing the process through the results, who, in this scenario, would be the ultimate beneficiary?

No answer.

"Lord Shou, ask!"

The silent urgings from all over the five regions seemed to condense into an intangible directive, with the hopeful yet fearful gazes of the Holy Mountain Refugee Group cast toward Xu Xiaoshou. It manifested as Xu Xiaoshou interrogating Ah Si with The Three Loathsome Eyes, placing himself high above everyone else.

Xu Xiaoshou grew even more hesitant.

He began questioning himself.

"Am I afraid now too?"

...

"If this is the current situation, what's your take?"

Within the Divine Relics, Xu Xiaoshou shifted his consciousness to Jin Ren and went to find Elder Sang.

At this moment, he realized he seemed to have only one connection... a family member? Elder Sang.

Someone he could rely on? The old man Sang.

"Don't!"

The usually lazy Elder Sang, sitting on a rock, shot up in an instant after understanding the situation, his face pale:

"Xu Xiaoshou, absolutely don't ask!"

"Don't believe Bazhun'an's nonsense either. If he could truly help you, he wouldn't have lost at the time. He's just a worthless dog, a failure, scum!"

"Right now, drop Ah Si immediately... call Feng Yujin!"

Elder Sang barked toward his side, commanding without hesitation. A mere Upanishad demi-saint directly ordered the Holy Emperor Fengtian:

"Get out there right away, seal Ah Si in the Godhood-Sealing Coffin, and bring him to me. Make sure no one intervenes, not even Xu Xiaoshou."

"The Cold Palace Emperor must have left a contingency plan on Ah Si. That's his shadow. The only solution now is to use the Seal Body to sever this connection..."

Seeing Feng Yujin unmoved, Elder Sang turned back, half-explaining, half-pleading:

"Don't act recklessly, Xu Xiaoshou."

"Follow the plan. You head into the Dead Sea first. Leave Ah Si to me—I'll handle him. He won't stir up any trouble."

"By that time, you won't even need The Three Loathsome Eyes. Nor will you need Ah Si. The Saint Servants will have their own way to expose everything."

Elder Sang gripped Xu Xiaoshou's shoulders tightly, emphasizing:

"Xu Xiaoshou, you need to understand, in the Saint Servants' plan, you are not the only one, much less the main character."

"You're not that important, so don't try to draw attention."

"The tallest tree in the forest will be the first to fall!"

Jin Ren's heart warmed, and Xu Xiaoshou smiled, nodding as he removed Elder Sang's hand: "I understand."

"As long as you understand, as long as you..." Elder Sang's brows furrowed. "Wait, what do you understand? Repeat it! Also, you're a Spatial Upanishad cultivator, right? Display the scene; I want to see!"

Xu Xiaoshou said no more, casually activating a spatial projection to broadcast the Holy Mountain battle from the Divine Relics in real-time.

Cao Erzhu curiously glanced over.

How amusing. Big Brother Shou is clearly here.

Yet, in the projection, Big Brother Shou stood in mid-air, clutching another person's head.

Is that Ah Si? Poor Ah Si.

The spatial projection was nothing but a casual move. Completing this, Xu Xiaoshou turned to look at Feng Yujin: