I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3743 - 1812: Fusang (Part 3)

Chapter 3743: Chapter 1812: Fusang (Part 3)

“Dual Form Sword Ghost Wheel Sorrow, ninth on the list of famous swords?”

“Yes! It’s Ghost Wheel Sorrow. The Yin Ghost Sect, fifty years ago, was merely a small sect dabbling in ghost-repelling arts. Later on, relying on this sword, it leapt to become a Demi-Saint faction. Oddly, the sect has no ancient swordsmen yet, they still thrive. Tsk, the capabilities of famous swords are evident.”

“Amazing, amazing. Please, continue.”

“Ah! You mentioned it, and I remember some days ago there were anomalies at the Pill Pagoda in the City of the Living Bodhisattva. A famed sword ranks tenth, Life Sword, the Daluo Nine Heaven Shengxuan Sword was active. The Dan Saint Lu Shiyu personally invited it out. It’s said he is heading to Lingyu Mountain with the sword.”

“Huh? What business does the Pill Pagoda have here?”

“No idea, but the Life Sword is formidable. It tackles various ailments effectively with just one stab, completely healed. Perhaps the Dan Saint is compassionate, afraid Bazhun’an and Hua Changdeng might fight excessively, leaving someone severely injured or near death. He might be coming to jab them with the sword!”

“Hahaha…”

This remark drew hearty laughter throughout the taverns. Truly an imaginative speculation, free-spirited.

Some even mentioned Bazhun’an, with only eight fingers and neck scars, should come eagerly to have the Daluo Nine Heaven Shengxuan Sword jab his rear, maybe his missing finger will grow back, scars will fade, and youth returns for thirty years.

“These people, truly unrestrained.”

Xiao Wanfeng listened with a frown. In the Southern Region, he’d heard plenty of audacious talk, but it’s all par for the course.

At this moment, he felt something odd in his heart, not related to what the tavern patrons said, but the “mystery” they couldn’t grasp in each other’s words.

Gu Qingyi, Young Master Cheng, Cheng Xie, the sect master of Yin Ghost Sect, Dan Saint Lu Shiyu, seem like they wouldn’t intersect.

Essentially, they all converge at Lingyu Mountain because of the famed swords.

Are they really here to watch the battle?

Is there something special here that his current level cannot perceive?

“Hmm, none of my business, perhaps Young Master Xu… Lord Shou knows, he might tell him later.” Xiao Wanfeng steadied his thoughts, without deep consideration. After securing the Cang Godhood Sword to his back, he intended to dismiss the matter.

He could enter the Apricot Realm, as Lord Shou already gave him the jade talisman.

But he seldom roamed the Apricot Realm, preferring the martial arts world for real-time intel and self-improvement.

Though it’s slightly perilous…

“Snap!”

As he was thinking, a middle-aged man with two Higher Void guards sat opposite at the wooden table originally meant for one.

Xiao Wanfeng glanced up. The man had sword-like brows and starry eyes, charismatic, with an aura of a Sovereign swordsman radiating from him, sharp and apparent.

Not here for anything good!

“Boy, bring wine.”

The man, once seated, spoke to the tavern owner, his eyes fixed on the Cang Godhood Sword on Xiao Wanfeng’s back, clearly having discerned something.

Bad move, truly got Young Master Xu in trouble, Cang Godhood Sword deceived, actions too reckless…

Xiao Wanfeng wasn’t one for noise.

He brought out Cang Godhood Sword, purely for its desire to stretch.

As it turns out, this wasn’t mere freedom for the sword, it deliberately attracted challengers—making enemies for enjoyment, troublesome sword!

“Boy, check please.”

Xiao Wanfeng tossed several Spirit Crystals onto the table, ready to leave without understanding the man’s intent.

“Sit down!”

The man didn’t move, but an elder at his side opened wide tiger eyes, the higher void pressure forcing Xiao Wanfeng back into his seat.

Swish!

The tavern fell silent.

All eyes focused on the commotion, faces adorned with expressions eager for drama.

“Clang clang clang…”

Off in the distance came incessant clanging, like someone banging iron, celebrating the discord.

Xiao Wanfeng’s face was strained, holding his breath, yet unafraid, he spoke to the strikingly handsome man seemingly around thirty:

“I don’t believe we’ve met…”

“My surname is Cheng.” The man smiled, motioning to interrupt Xiao Wanfeng, “Cheng family, Cheng Xie.”

A murmur erupted among the tavern crowd, instantly rising.

Sleeve Sword and Dual Needles, Cheng Xie of the Cheng family!

At last, a notable figure arrived in Fusang City, resembling a Sword Deity!

Xiao Wanfeng roughly understood his intention, helplessly replied: “Between us, is there any enmity?”

Cheng Xie chuckled, eyeing his sword: “Innocent man’s sin lies in his possession of a treasure. Hand over the Cang Godhood Sword, and you can safely leave Fusang.”

Swish, the tavern patrons no longer simply watch for entertainment, their focus shifted to Xiao Wanfeng, faces filled with disbelief.

“Godhood Sword, Cang Godhood Sword?”

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