I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

“Lord Taizai has arrived!”

“There are also many demi-saints!”

The observer on the outermost edge softly exclaimed, and instantly everyone kneeled in unison to welcome them.

With heads bowed low, they shouted:

“Welcome, all saints!”

…

“Congratulations, Master, on your successful sanctification!”

As the last wave of tribulation rain poured down, feeling the aura of rejuvenation through fire all around, Xu Xiaoshou was the first to express his surprise.

This was still the first time he had seen someone transcending the tribulation so compliantly; it was quite refreshing!

Previously, either the Water Ghost handled the tribulation while restraining Hallmaster Dao, or Cen Qiaofu fought through the tribulation with fiery lightning, charging through formations and killing enemies in all directions.

For ordinary people, a “tribulation” is a solemn affair, requiring extensive preparations, and the process couldn’t even be disturbed.

A slight mishap could lead to obliteration.

But it seemed for a Saint Servant, transcending a tribulation had always been a means, a method that could enable one to defeat the many with fewer, the best strategy conceivable.

Even the timing of the tribulation, what tribulation to face, and whom to restrain needed to be calculated precisely.

Because missing one meant the Saint Servants would have no manpower to arrange.

The hardship endured before… Xu Xiaoshou felt both like crying and laughing, realizing that not just he, but the situation of the Saint Servants had always been difficult.

Back to the present, his movement made many higher void and demi-saints behind him realize something, and they also congratulated in unison:

“Congratulations, Elder Sleeveless!”

“Indeed, it is joyous and praiseworthy,” Cen Qiaofu said with a smile, sincerely congratulating.

“Good, after your battle with him that stalled for so many years, you’ve finally taken a step forward, from here there will be no more progress possible,” the Water Ghost also unusually smiled without creeping others out, feeling slightly relieved.

Awakening from Nirvana!

Reborn from destruction!

As the last trace of tribulation intent faded, Elder Sang sat cross-legged in the void, regulating his self, with waves of fire-type Holy Power emerging from him.

His charred and withered body began to repair.

His extremely old face also improved, becoming radiant and youthful.

Even the somewhat bald spot in the middle of his head stubbornly sprouted many fine fuzzes.

But that was it; it seemed even sanctification couldn’t completely solve the problem of hair loss, like irreversible damage.

“Has he changed so much?”

Xu Xiaoshou stared dumbfounded at Elder Sang returning to his youth.

Although not to the extent of reverting directly back to a teenager, he moved from an elderly man to what was considered normal middle age for his years.

Yes, middle age!

Compared to the long lifespan of a Spiritual Cultivator, it was just the beginning.

He had always thought previously that Elder Sang, like Cen Qiaofu and Mei Siren, was a centuries-old monster.

Actually not.

Later he realized that the Four Disciples of the Holy Palace were of one generation, and Ye Xiaotian, having been born a few years later, missed the War of the Ten High Nobles.

He then knew that Elder Sang was at most fifty or sixty years old, not much older than Bazhun’an or The Divine.

“Did he look so old before because of his battle with Elder Wuyue?” Xu Xiaoshou turned his head towards the Water Ghost.

“Yes, but also no,” the Water Ghost laughed, “That battle accounted for forty percent, the rest, it seems, was mostly due to Fen Qin’s strain; after all, it was too exhausting.”

“Do even the higher void feel fatigued?” Xu Xiaoshou felt that establishing a career seemed draining in any world?

“You must know, he started these endeavors during his Master stage.”

“Master? Wasn’t he only involved in Fen Qin after he left the Holy Palace?”

To this, the Water Ghost chuckled, “There’s no instant success; he wasn’t among the Ten High Nobles, only when things are ripe.”

After a pause, the Water Ghost murmured slightly anxiously to himself, “This is exactly why I only chose to maintain an information operation in one city.”

So you only set up Night Cat, just handling the intelligence work for Dongtianwang City, right?

Xu Xiaoshou rolled his eyes secretly, clearly not appreciating Palace Master Bai Zhou of the First Pavilion in the Sky being so unambitious.

Elder Sang is good!

Elder Sang is more professional.

You, Water Ghost, should learn from Elder Sang, gain some experience, and be a competent Chief Elder.

“Buzz!”

With the successful sanctification unfolding here, soon not far away, a powerful and fierce wave of Holy Power also surged.

Just from the aura, it seemed not much weaker than the Upanishad demi-saint, Elder Sang.

Everyone’s gaze simultaneously turned toward the distance, creating more wonder.

“He succeeded too.”

“It’s Palace Master Bai Zhou!”

“Great, now we have two more demi-saint level combat strengths.”

“Ah, if only I wasn’t lacking in talent, I’d also like to be sanctified, to ease Lord Shou’s worries.”

“Forget it, you, shut up; Lord Shou is not from the Holy Divine Palace, he might actually grant you a semi-saint position.”

“Damn, that’s true, I didn’t say anything…”

Xu Xiaoshou had mixed feelings.

He didn’t know whether allowing Bai Zhou to be sanctified was the best choice.

After all, the alliance agreement between Xu Yue Grey Palace and the First Pavilion in the Sky could hardly even be called an agreement, just a verbal commitment.

“Meow!”

In his mind, Greedy the Cat Spirit called out softly, indicating to his owner not to worry, as Palace Master Bai Zhou was not likely to break his promise.

Supposedly… Xu Xiaoshou was speechless.

Greedy the Cat Spirit was young during its time in Xu Yue Grey Palace; it hadn’t met Bai Zhou many times and, after following him, its connection with its maternal home faded.

Its impression of Bai Zhou was still good, encompassing qualities like being hearty, generous, and somewhat heroic.

The rest was just fear.

Even fearing the association to the same extent, including the fear of “alcohol” from drinking.

As for why a saint beast felt such profound fear for Palace Master Bai Zhou, whom it had hardly met a few times…

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