I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3737 1810: Correspondence_3
Sword Deity Hua was originally not an enemy of Lord Shou; if Master Siren is willing to speak up, with Lord Baz’s emergence, who could contend?
“So should we leave now?”
Li Fugui was of a bold and decisive nature, and was ready to go upon hearing this, but suddenly paused, “But Lord Shou isn’t really moving into Apricot Realm, right? I have a feeling it might be a bit dangerous to leave it unattended…”
“Take me there.”
From not far away, a calm voice suddenly sounded.
Li Fugui was taken aback, delightedly turned around: “Lord Shou, you’ve awakened?”
Mei Siren and Elder Yang also looked over in surprise, immediately sharing glances of shock. The insight from the Red Dust Path shouldn’t be able to be digested in such a short time…
Yet they really underestimated Xu Xiaoshou, and also underestimated the transcendental aspect of the Great Path of Will.
Xu Xiaoshou had never entered into an epiphany state.
It wasn’t Enlightenment, merely the oppression of inexplicable memories.
When he wished, he could still maintain experiencing the myriad forms of the Red Dust while simultaneously drawing his mind to focus on the state of affairs in the Ghost Buddha Realm — though with difficulty.
The three immediately came to Xu Xiaoshou’s side, saw that he was truly alert and responsive, and hurriedly inquired about his situation.
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head without speaking.
Regarding Jin Ren, it seemed he had found some fortune over there, which should not be uttered much.
After trying, he found that the Will Dao Disc could forcibly delete related memories of the Red Dust, and the insights from the Red Dust Path’s practice could be interrupted at any time.
While still holding the initiative, and discovering no particular disadvantages in his current state, Xu Xiaoshou simply followed the principle of “going with the flow.”
If it’s a blessing, it’s not a misfortune; if it’s a misfortune, it can’t be avoided.
Jin Ren might have punched and flipped the weakened Dao Qianshi, currently searching his soul and reading his memory, but maybe Emperor Qianshi’s precaution has influenced the connection between him and Jin Ren — who knows?
Thus, Xu Xiaoshou did not reject the “epiphany,” continuing to experience the myriad forms of the Red Dust, while saying:
“My current state is quite peculiar. If Master Siren also has no idea, perhaps only Bazhun’an would know a thing or two.”
“Li Fugui, soon you will carry me, follow Master Siren to see the Eighth. I shall remain motionless as much as possible for now.”
Soon… Li Fugui, attentive to detail, knew Lord Shou had more to say and should merely wait respectfully.
Xu Xiaoshou looked towards Master Siren, recalling what he had just gained and a flash of inspiration, and asked:
“Teacher, between Two-Life Connection and Red Dust Phase, which do you think is stronger or weaker?”
Mei Siren pondered slightly: “They are equally matched.”
None is superior.
He now endorsed this philosophy.
After all, he had often debated about the Path with Bazhun’an over the past six months, which was also Bazhun’an’s view.
Xu Xiaoshou said: “Bazhun’an practiced the phases for over ten years, also arrived at the conclusion of ‘the Path has no size, phases have no superiority,’ but he was foolish and stopped there.”
What?
Mei Siren was astonished.
Elder Yang was a step behind, originally silent, now also showed shock.
Kid, you are truly audacious, ignoring the Sword Deities is one thing, but calling Bazhun’an foolish?
If he is still foolish, the ancient swordsmen of the five regions might as well draw their swords and end themselves.
Mei Siren opened his mouth, about to speak, only to feel his throat dry and unable to utter a word.
His chest rumbled with mighty waves, yet he must not appear agitated before this youngster, as he is the teacher and must maintain composure.
Straightaway he remained silent, folded his paper fan, with a flick, the inked words on the fan changed:
“Adulterer and adulteress.”
Xu Xiaoshou glanced at it, both his aura and face sunk: “Did you make a mistake?”
Mei Siren froze, lowered his eyes, scared stiff, and quickly swapped for another paper fan:
“What brings you to say this?”
Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes, both annoyed and amused, enduring the red dust’s memory assault, struggling to regain himself, he exerted himself to say:
“A phase can inherently be leftwise; can’t it combine two into one?”
This didn’t seem to pose a question but rather asked with an answer in mind.
Mei Siren seemed thoughtful, opened his mouth but still wordless, then waved his hand again, the large characters on the fan had changed:
“May I ask your name?”
This time he proactively peeked downwards and indeed found another error, hurriedly changed the paper fan again:
“What do you mean by this?”
Xu Xiaoshou almost choked into cultivation deviation, managed to calm his mood, releasing the sudden flash of inspiration, asked:
“Master Siren, if I forge this world with the myriad forms of Red Dust as foundational roots, with ten thousand reincarnations defining the roots and stems of a previous life, what would you say about it?”
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