I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

“Apologize,” Yue Gongli hung languidly between the fingers of the sinister Cursed Yin Evil God, swinging her legs without any trace of hurry.

The grey mist figure, Feng Yujin, lips quivered.

Mo Mo panicked, about to speak out, but immediately frowned and held back.

If Feng Yujin apologized, from this day forward, he wouldn’t need to speak to himself, nor raise his head as a ghost beast host body in his presence!

…

To be honest, for a moment, Feng Yujin truly felt like apologizing and getting it over with.

Yes, he was that cowardly!

Apologizing was too easy, just a movement of the lips to save his small life, something even the Inner Island’s Ghost Beasts got used to doing.

Forget about Bazhun’an.

Back on the Inner Island of the Abyss Island, Feng Yujin, though a Holy Emperor, couldn’t even secure the second leadership position of the Black Vein—dominated solely by the physically formidable Demonic Emperor Black Dragon.

Because of this, he had apologized countless times to the White Vein’s Third Ancestor, to Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, and even to Patriarch Wuji of the Divine Sorcerer, who, though practically much weaker in combat strength than himself, held a more prestigious status.

Yes, Feng Yujin did not believe that Yue Gongli, whom he had never met before, would kindly remove his name from the ghost beast extermination list.

But the “extermination” was real, unknown to Mo Mo.

Only someone from the elites of a demi-saint family could disclose such information.

Thus, Yue Gongli’s background, and those unrelated people he mentioned, likely had some connection to him.

All these were unimportant!

The most critical thing… This fellow claimed that Bazhun’an was his brother-in-law! His brother-in-law!

Feng Yujin was truly terrified.

Who was Bazhun’an?

The Master of the Black and White Veins, overpowering Demonic Emperor Black Dragon, targeting the White Vein’s Third Ancestor, a man of murderous impulse and utterly despicable.

Even the Holy Emperors could only scream and beg for mercy before him—Feng Yujin would never forget the pig-slaughter-like screams of Demonic Emperor Black Dragon!

The others, estranged from the Spell Forbidden Barrier, Feng Yujin could ignore, but this guy knew Bazhun’an…

“I can’t gamble, absolutely can’t gamble!”

Feng Yujin’s pupils were darting about when suddenly, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Mo Mo’s composed expression.

His heart settled.

“Bazhun’an?”

Amidst an explosion of grey mist, Feng Yujin spread his hands and began to tremulously laugh:

“Heh heh heh heh…”

“Yes! Bazhun’an may oppress Demonic Emperor Black Dragon and target the White Vein’s Third Ancestor, but on the Abyss Island, he too had to show me some respect, give me some face!”

“Were it not for my unrivaled abilities on the Inner Island, overpowering the Black Dragon, overseeing the Third Ancestor, would he have bothered to ensure I was the first to leave the island after we departed?”

His voice weakened suddenly, then intensified:

“Yet on the Abyss Island, I still had to show him deference, but back in Shengshen Continent, have you ever seen me care about him?”

You did care, after the battle in the Eighth Palace, you almost pissed yourself in fear… Mo Mo remembered that scene, but at this moment, hearing Feng Yujin, the corners of his lips twitched, and he smiled wryly.

Good.

Feng Yujin did not choose to evade!

But this was also not good.

In the entire First Heavens, at that moment, only Mo Mo laughed.

…

“Huh?”

Before the spatial mirror, Xu Xiaoshou, having just dispatched a sword strike, stared dumbfounded at the brash yet timorous Feng Yujin.

No, how dare he make such outrageous claims?

After the Eighth Palace event, with just one word from Bazhun’an, he willingly became his own bodyguard, didn’t he?

And that wasn’t even on the Inner Island of the Abyss Island; that was when Eighth, in the Hidden Sword Technique state, was like a disabled person…

Feng Yujin, what are you trying to achieve with your bragging?

Xu Xiaoshou was momentarily confused, turning his gaze to Elder Sang, Water Ghost, and even looking towards Hallmaster Dao, all wearing questioning looks.

Everyone was perplexed, indicating their inability to understand.

Even Hallmaster Dao, at this moment, knitted his brows in deep thought, encountering for the first time such a complex issue that he couldn’t calculate.

“There’s something.”

At least a kind… Xu Xiaoshou “clicked” and captured the spatial image he had seen just before, deciding that when he next encountered Bazhun’an, he would let him judge for himself.

On his Cursed Yin God Palm, Yue Gongli had an utterly baffled look on his face.

Could it be, does Holy Emperor Fengtian have some serious illness?

Bazhun’an is merely the least significant person I mentioned, right?

What I mean is…

I am the son of Moon Palace Holy Emperor, a close friend of Holy Emperor Hua Changdeng, and also have an indescribable and unclear relationship with Holy Emperor Bei Huai, which you can guess for yourself.

To mention three Holy Emperors in one sentence, why bring up the Eight-fingered Wastrel? He’s practically gasping for breath as he walks now!

“An apology is not necessary.”

Yue Gongli chose to concede.

After all, he hadn’t come for Holy Emperor Fengtian, and there was no need to start a battle out of nothing and let Xu Xiaoshou glimpse his powers for nothing.

An apology was merely his initial bargaining condition which could be negotiated.

Indeed, Yue Gongli could only interpret Feng Yujin’s unreasonable behavior as a form of bargaining. He stated calmly,

“Out of respect for you being a Holy Emperor, I give you three points of respect, let you slap me, and won’t pursue it further.”

“But you can’t just hit someone and take my friend too, even though he isn’t my friend anymore…”

Yue Gongli pointed to the Godhood-Sealing Coffin in Mo Mo’s hands, and pinched his own face, saying:

“I am now the Red Coat Ruler of Dao, I need to maintain face. If you’re too extreme, it makes my life difficult.”

“If I can’t look good, your ghost beast host body won’t be able to rest easy, especially since I’ve already told you, I am the Red Coat Ruler of Dao.”

As Yue Gongli spoke, he draped himself in the red official robe that had been modified several times due to its lack of appeal, but he was still never quite satisfied with it.

He, indeed, was good at making connections…

Feng Yujin felt comfortable.

It always feels better to have one’s pride well-handled than to be humiliated in front of Mo Mo.

But glancing at Mo Mo, Feng Yujin’s eyes fluttered, and his conflicted expression summed up in one phrase:

“He stepped back, shall we also yield?”

It was evident to anyone that for a demi-saint, the tactic used by the Holy Emperor of slapping then offering a sweet date wasn’t genuinely a “retreat”.

Had it been the arrogant Feng Yujin from before, he would have annihilated with a palm strike, and taking longer than ten auras would mean his defeat.

Mo Mo understood all this.

It was the first time she so unwillingly did not want to hand over a demi-saint person, and even harbored the daring thought of instant sanctification on the spot to dampen that profligate young man’s arrogance.

Yet she also knew, Feng Yujin was in a tight spot.

Thus, Yue Gongli’s background pressure was effectively daunting; he really was someone even Feng Yujin couldn’t provoke…

Mo Mo was somewhat disappointed.

This was highly inconsistent with the image of “Holy Emperor Fengtian” that Feng Yujin had always instilled in her.

However, with some nosy people already gathering nearby, Mo Mo didn’t want to publicly damage Feng Yujin’s pride and obediently nodded, throwing out the Godhood-Sealing Coffin.

Feng Yujin opened his mouth, clenched his fist tighter, no longer dare to look at Mo Mo, nor dared to stop the departing Godhood-Sealing Coffin.

So be it.

“Hua Yuan, you should know, your life now belongs not to Hua Changdeng but to me!”

Yue Gongli emerged the winner, laughing triumphantly as he stood up from his Cursed Yin God Palm, eagerly reaching for the Godhood-Sealing Coffin, quite pleased with himself.

But at that moment…

Bang!

A loud noise rang through the sky.

A dark shadow heavily stamped on the Godhood-Sealing Coffin, forcefully driving it into the ground, causing the earth to crack hugely like a spiderweb.

He brazenly entered the battlefield’s heart, standing atop the vertical coffin, his black clothes fluttering, and black hair waving.

With his back to Yue Gongli, he blatantly disregarded the fierce three-headed, six-armed, purple-haired monster possibly attacking him, even daring to face Feng Yujin and unscrupulously mock the Holy Emperor:

“Yo, this is the man who doesn’t even care about Bazhun’an, so how come he’s cowered by a mere demi-saint?”

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