I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3670: Chapter 1786: Sword Demon (Part 2)

"Elder Yang!"

She was overjoyed.

Though Elder Yang was not among the Seven Sword Deities, his power was already transcendent.

If he couldn’t protect her, even a demi-saint from the five regions might be of no great use.

Yet, at this moment, she looked over and saw Elder Yang standing shoulder to shoulder with another elder, seemingly taking a half step back and frequently turning his head to ask something.

This was an elderly man in a green robe, exuding an ethereal and sage-like aura, dressed in the style of an ancient swordsman. While observing the battle, he was also waving a paper fan, and upon using one’s spiritual senses to inspect, a few large characters could be seen written on the fan:

"At Ease and Leisure."

This is what it meant to be calm and composed!

Hongniang was briefly taken aback, but then recognized the person: Master Siren.

She hurriedly bid farewell to Old Man Li and advanced respectfully, greeting: "Greetings to Elder Yang."

Yang Xizhi naturally recognized this young woman, as she was half a disciple of his, but seeing the Golden Apricot in her hand, her intentions were self-evident.

He maintained a distance, nodding slightly in greeting and casting a sidelong glance at Mei Siren.

"Hua Changdeng underestimated that young man..."

"Xu Xiaoshou’s sword has already reached the Extreme Realm. Even the Penetrating Divine Senses of the Eight Sword Venerables couldn’t materialize. In today’s world, no one else on the Way of the Sword could match his brilliance."

"Should Changdeng be able to summon a Sword Demon, even if it were just one among the Three Sword Demons, there might be a chance to reverse the situation and strike Xu down. But seeing the strength of his will... difficult, difficult, difficult!"

Mei Siren sighed thrice consecutively, discussing with Yang Xizhi the topic they previously broached and their reflections on "Name·Tide Rise."

Here, the two of them were not concealing their forms but rather appearing openly.

Naturally, after landing, people around gradually came over to greet them, as was customary.

Hongniang’s arrival was initially thought to be just one among the passing crowd, but unexpectedly she stopped, respectfully waiting for them to finish speaking before bowing slightly and saying:

"This humble girl, Hongniang, greets Master Siren."

Mei Siren glanced at her, not recognizing the young woman.

He turned his head and exchanged a glance with Yang Xizhi, and his peripheral vision caught sight of the Golden Apricot in Hongniang’s hand, gaining some understanding.

He personally did not enjoy being recorded by things like the Dao Imparting Mirror, which made one quite uncomfortable and unable to relax.

But Xu Xiaoshou enjoyed these, and since the woman was acquainted with Xizhi, and he was not the protagonist in this battle, Mei Siren folded his paper fan and pointed to the side:

"Stand beside and watch the battle together."

She survived!

Hongniang was overjoyed and repeatedly expressed her gratitude.

A glance at the Golden Apricot’s screen showed fifteen million viewers!

This might mean that nearly half of the Golden Apricot holders were drawn to her Dao Imparting screen.

Even Feng Zhongzui had never attracted such heat, truly—this time, she was riding the wave—not only Lord Shou’s but also Master Siren’s.

Hongniang dared not delay, opened it, and glanced at the comments:

"Master Siren is so easy to talk to."

"The demeanor of a Sword Deity, with just one word, Hongniang, your life is spared."

"Don’t just stand there, Hongniang. Quickly ask, ask Master Siren’s opinion. This is much better than Feng Zhongzui’s shallow assessments!"

"Indeed, what is a Sword Demon? And a trio of them?"

"Did everyone hear clearly? Master Siren didn’t say ’reverse the adversity,’ but ’reverse and strike Xu down.’ Could a Sword Demon be that powerful?"

The spectators of the Golden Apricot were briefly drawn to the dignified presence of Master Siren, which was quite understandable.

But some people’s perspectives, such as about the "Sword Demon," genuinely reminded Hongniang.

"It seems to be something remarkable, yet I’ve never heard of it..."

Hongniang dared not be presumptuous.

Having just been permitted to stand nearby, receiving protection.

If she started incessantly asking questions like a buzzing mosquito, even Master Siren might find it annoying.

Her patience had always been good, so she obediently stood still and knew that soon enough, her questions would be answered.

Sure enough, after Elder Yang hesitated for a moment and saw nothing unusual, he simply resumed their earlier topic:

"The Sword Demon has lofty intentions, but I remember when Sword Deity Hua first researched this path, he only scratched the surface. Brother Siren, do you have any understanding of his progress with the Sword Demon?"

Mei Siren shook his head: "Understanding is too much to say. He trapped himself in the Land of Screen and Candles for thirty years; you haven’t seen him, nor have I."

"Then?"

"Xizhi, you must know, Changdeng’s talent and accomplishment with the Phantom Swords Technique surpasses Bazhun’an. Over the years, Bazhun’an Jianwo has achieved something, so how could Changdeng, after studying the Sword Demon for thirty years, not have any progress?"

Sword Me? Sword Demon?

Hongniang was bewildered, thinking that among the millions watching on the Golden Apricots, they must be as confused as she was.

Seeing Elder Yang deep in thought and Master Siren being amiable, she could no longer hold back and asked:

"Master Siren, I have studied Ancient Sword Technique with Elder Yang for a while, but I have only heard about sword cognition, name, and never about this... Sword Me, Sword Demon?"

Mei and Yang exchanged a glance and each gave a low chuckle.

Mei Siren gestured with a folded paper fan, and Yang Xizhi shook his head: "I cannot explain it, this young lady is drawing attention from some apricots, perhaps you can tell them."

What Xu Xiaoshou created as the Apricot Palm, those watching the battle call it apricots, all having invested Spirit Crystals in the Apricot Realm... Mei Siren then said:

"Higher level."

What?

The matchmaker did not react for a moment.

Sword Me, Sword Demon, are higher tier than sword cognition, name?

"Master Siren, what you said makes the matchmaker very curious..."

Mei Siren chuckled lightly, estimating that those who could afford the Golden Apricot, no matter the viewership, there would be at least several hundred apricots watching, right?

He stopped being secretive and explained to the unseen hundreds of people:

"Above sword cognition, there can be Sword Me."

"After the War of the Ten High Nobles, Bazhun’ai observed Kui Leihan’s God Punishment Tribulation and created the Penetrating Divine Senses 2.0, also known as sword cognition."

"However, Hua Changdeng did not cultivate Penetrating Divine Senses, but after experiencing the God Punishment Tribulation and sword cognition, he self-studied and developed the ’Way of the Sword Demon’."

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Mei Siren spoke with admiration: "In this sense, Changdeng was truly the first person to break out of the ’Cage’ that is Ancient Sword Technique."

Is there such a thing?

The matchmaker’s curiosity was piqued: "But wasn’t sword cognition before ’Sword Demon’?"

Mei Siren nodded, then shook his head: "Sword cognition was before Sword Demon, but sword cognition is essentially still Penetrating Divine Senses, it just has a slight infusion of Ancient Sword Technique understanding... Sword Demon, however, is the transcendence of Ancient Sword Technique."

Pausing, he seemed to have thought of something intriguing: "Do you all know where the sword wounds on Bazhun’an came from?"

Seemingly asking only the matchmaker, this question instantly sent the millions of viewers of the Golden Apricot into a frenzy.

The matchmaker’s heart raced, trying to restrain her curiosity, she whispered: "I only know it was by the Eighth Sword Deity, but the inner details..."

"Hahaha!"

Mei Siren burst into laughter.

He laughed recklessly, completely ignoring Elder Yang’s changing expression beside him.

"Master Siren, you know the inside story?" The matchmaker was curious.

People all want to share.

Mei Siren was also human; his desire to share was equally strong.

He didn’t see Elder Yang’s look, swung his paper fan vigorously, and unknowingly changed the fan; even the characters on it had changed:

"I know a little."

The matchmaker noticed Elder Yang’s expression, sensed a shocking secret, and dared not ask further, even reining in her curious expression.

Who would have thought Mei Siren would put away the folding fan, thinking that the number of apricots watching the battle couldn’t be more than a few hundred.

A few hundred voices can’t change much, nor can they spread gold rumors widely.

Even if today he revealed the secret of Bazhun’an, once they know the truth and want to spread it.

A hundred voices, mixed among thousands of people in the five regions, what waves could they cause?

Bazhun’an, how could someone who cares about these little things take offense?

With this in mind, Mei Dazui started eloquently speaking:

"The Three Ghosts of Sword Demon, divided into Body Ghost, Spirit Ghost, and Will Ghost, in terms of intention already broke free from the shackles of God of Sword, Gu Louying’s sword techniques, Sword Flow, Way of the Sword."

"And the finger injury of Bazhun’an from years past was hurt by the Body Ghost and therefore cannot recover; the scar on the neck was hurt by the Spirit Ghost and therefore cannot heal; the body sword energy..."

"Mei Siren!" Yang Xizhi finally couldn’t bear it and interrupted loudly.

"What’s wrong, Brother Yang?" Mei Siren looked over, confused, to see his old friend trembling, holding a Golden Apricot in his hand.

He glanced at the Golden Apricot.

He glanced again at the stunned matchmaker.

"Brother Siren, do you know how many viewers are on her Golden Apricot?" Yang Xizhi glanced at the Golden Apricot feed in his hand, trembling lips.

Mei Siren’s heart skipped a beat: "How many?"

Yang Xizhi had a hard time articulating, trembling and held up one finger.

"A hundred?"

"No..."𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

"A thousand?"

"No..."

"Then how many, it couldn’t be ten thousand, right, haha... hmm?" Mei Siren’s smile froze.

Yang Xizhi: "Seventeen million!"

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