I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 3864 - 1858: Genius_3

Chapter 3864: Chapter 1858: Genius_3

Ah, Lord Cang Sheng, what a pity… When mentioning this person, Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t help but sigh and echo: “To train a pig capable of breaking through the siege.”

Bazhun’an nodded helplessly: “Indeed.”

“Do they want to seize your Dao?” Xu Xiaoshou looked at the Eighth Elder and shifted to the serious matter.

Bazhun’an shook his head: “The Ancestral God stands above, how could they do such a thing? They simply want to ’borrow’ ideas—not allowing me to proceed step by step to Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor but will force me to take the most extreme path and summarize experiences after my failure.”

“What if you succeed?” Xu Xiaoshou always considers the ’what if.’

“Then they’ll definitely seize it.” Bazhun’an smiled, “Surely, at the start they wouldn’t think this way, but if I prove my Dao is stronger than theirs, Demon Ancestor abandons Spiritual Cultivation, Medicine Ancestor abandons life, and Cursed Yin abandons spiritual techniques, they’d all seize my Dao.”

All scheming old foxes!

This pigsty, precisely as Elder Sang mentioned during the Night Goose Lake apprenticeship, with heaven underneath the lake, and heaven beyond the sky—breaking through the siege is even harder than ascending to heaven!

“Which Dao do you cultivate?”

Standing on the shoulder of this giant, Nuozu, upon returning, Xu Xiaoshou plans to guide the little brat a bit.

Merely Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor is insufficient.

Even if mixing two into one, returning to zero, ultimately cannot avoid being crushed under the great catastrophe, or reincarnation, then sinking.

Others think Godhood-Sealing and Ancestor is the utmost, yet this does not even earn the title of ’Nuozu’s assistant.’

Only through clarity of self, is the correct path!

Only through clarity of self, is there a tiny chance, amidst numerous ancestral gods surrounding, to break through into life!

Of course, this relies on Demon Ancestor, Medicine Ancestor, and Cursed Yin not suddenly realizing self-awareness too—after all, everyone is talented, just half a step away.

“Sword Me.” Bazhun’an looked confusedly; his Dao, Xu Xiaoshou had known already.

“I mean, Sword Me, which Dao does it cultivate?” Xu Xiaoshou wanted to know in more detail to help his little brat before the great battle with Hua Ba, evaluate whether Sword Me’s Dao could timely aspire for renown, or not?

Over there at Nuozu, they still lack helpers…

Bazhun’an stared at Xu Xiaoshou, whose thoughts clearly drifted beyond the horizon, slightly pondering.

What Sword Me cultivates, he had already told Xu Xiaoshou.

Even due to this, Xu Xiaoshou had managed to realize and coined the Ming Sword Skill.

So, what was he asking?

Is he asking, or saying he wants to tell me something?

Geniuses need not overly speak.

Bazhun’an, after a brief thought, realized Xu Xiaoshou benefitting immensely from the river of time, since he wasn’t asking about what he already knew, and which I also knew, the remaining must be asking about things even I feel confused.

Bazhun’an fondled the wine cup in his hand, shortly raising it high, downing it and then saying:

“Lord Shou, I truly have a few questions I’d like to ask…”

Ah, hahaha, why call Lord Shou.

Given our relationship, not to say life-and-death allies, it certainly amounts to being bosom buddies… uh, no!

Xu Xiaoshou couldn’t quite suppress the radiant smile on his cheeks, little brat indeed knows the path, he slightly raised his chin: “Speak.”

*Click!*

Bazhun’an put down the wine glass, his expression solemn, asking resonantly:

“What am I?”

In one sentence, All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion fell into a deadly silence.

The smile on Xu Xiaoshou’s face stiffened, unreasonably feeling a chill running down his spine.

I?

Just barely starting the Dao discussion, and you ascended to ’I’?

Even as strong as I, must meet face-to-face with Nuozu three times above the river of time, wander amid time dilemmas for ten epochs, cultivate Intent fully, before discussing ’I’ with Nuozu…

You, Bazhun’an, haven’t learned to walk first, yet contemplating to take the easy way out?

“Folkshee…”

Xu Xiaoshou solemnly put down the teacup, adopting an old-spirited tone: “I advise you not to aim too high, to first cultivate self, maybe start with Intent, savor my words here, don’t rush, savor it carefully.”

“Intent?”

Bazhun’an lowered his gaze in deep thought.

Within about ten breaths, he chuckled and decisively said:

“Intent is not self.”

?

Xu Xiaoshou exerted slight force on his fingertips, nearly breaking the teacup, why does this sound so familiar?

Bazhun’an continued: “I cultivate Intent only to a usable degree, not wanting them to guide as they please, then ceased. It’s not the path I want to tread, I don’t have time to waste.”

?

Pointed at me?

I just have time to waste?

Oh, I indeed have, time wasted within time dilemmas doesn’t count as time.

“Intent is not self…”

Xu Xiaoshou pondered this familiar phrase even Nuozu had uttered, bowed his head silently.

He shifted his wooden stool, trying to find a comfortable position, yet still uncomfortable.

This stool, why does sitting feel like it’s pricking?

This, is genius?

This, is during chaotic times, the Ancestral God personally nurturing over countless years, until pushed to the forefront by the great Force, pig’s power capable of giving ’borrowing,’ ’enlightening’ to the Ancestral God?

The so-called ’Three breaths for innate stage, Three years for Sword Deity’ realization quality, now seemed no more than limited by the worldly sight.

A hundred out of hundred exams, some people achieving a hundred is trying their utmost, others achieving hundred, yet the limit is only hundred!

“Interesting, interesting…”

“Folkshee, you’ve piqued my interest, really feel like throwing you to Ancestral Court Very Demonic Mountain…”

Bazhun’an didn’t understand what madness Xu Xiaoshou was having, only seeing his chest rising and falling, deeply breathing, but Xu Xiaoshou’s madness is normal, he was accustomed.

Xu Xiaoshou felt abnormal!

Only he, the “Returner,” knows the weight of Bazhun’an’s few questions, answers carry such high worth.

If ’Dao ancestor’ succeeds, clarity of self proceeds successfully, there’s hope to claim the title of ’Nuozu’s assistant.’

Bazhun’an hasn’t lacked relying on himself, breaking all cognition, exceeding Sword Me limitation, aspiring to the utmost ability.

And if choosing between ’Dao ancestor’ and ’Eight Ancestors’, to bring to Ancestral Court Very Demonic Mountain to see that Nuozu craziness, no doubt, Xu Xiaoshou chooses the latter!

Far…

Somewhat far…

Perhaps after leaving All Time Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, Sword Deity Hua could behead Bazhun’an, after all, he is also an unfathomable ancient swordsman…

Xu Xiaoshou controlled his excited heart.

But upon seeing peer-level extraordinary geniuses, he too is deeply appreciative.

He squinted his eyes slightly, using a gaze from an enlightened ascendancy position, looking down at Bazhun’an, yet somewhat expectantly asked:

“What do you think yourself?”

“First tell me, what is this ’self’ you perceive for now?”

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