I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang felt nothing and chuckled, “I’ve been busy with my sanctification recently. After I become sanctified, I’ll go to the Mournful Emperor realm to play with you… Oh, right, this trip, my sister and my family all know I came to find you.”

“Is that so?” The young man with tear-stained cheeks lowered his head, “What a pity…”

“It’s not a pity, not a pity at all, there will be plenty of opportunities later.”

“Mhm.”

Before long, the two arrived in front of an empty cylindrical container, filled with liquid about nine-tenths of the way up.

If some solid matter were added, it would probably become complete, just like any other container.

Drip, drip, drip…

Hua Kongque quickened his steps.

But the tear-stained young man stopped, thoughtfully watching the retreating figure of his good friend.

Hua Kongque abruptly stopped, turned his back to conceal something, and asked with a full-faced smile,

“Is there anything in particular to pay attention to?”

“Nothing.”

The tear-stained young man said as he released Holy Power from one hand while using the other to manipulate the empty container’s door to open.

The thick liquid inside surged but did not flow out due to the obstruction of Holy Power.

He turned around, looked at Hua Kongque, and with his habitual sorrowful tone sincerely invited,

“Do you want to go in and try?”

Hua Kongque’s smile didn’t stiffen at all, and he leaned his head in closer to take a good look.

Soon, rustling sounds were heard as Hua Kongque’s neck, extended about a zhang long, with its curious head, returned to its stationary body.

Hua Kongque twisted his neck a couple of times, waved his hand, and suddenly cried out,

“No, no, I’m now a Heavenly Mechanism Puppet.”

As soon as he said it, he stopped his crying and patted his chest, promising,

“Next time, definitely next time.”

The tear-stained young man looked at him deeply, closed the container, and gestured forward,

“Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, what we’re here for is just ahead. Please.”

“Alright, Brother Huai, after you.”

Taizai Ci felt the absurdity of the situation intensify.

One of them was earnest to the extreme. Every word he spoke was heavy and thought-provoking, yet terrifying upon reflection.

The other…

Was simply not human!

This bizarre pair, in this dimly lit enclosed space, surrounded by so many peculiar containers and his little booklet that he continuously took notes in… ŖãƝŎΒƐš

Taizai Ci felt an inexplicable sense of panic.

But he suppressed his emotions and continued to read on because, at that moment, the two had already arrived at the container meant to immerse him.

“Is this it? The one you mentioned could likely harbor a demi-saint, God of War Bloodline, and has a high chance of successful possession?”

“Yes, his name is Taizai Ci, a very pleasant-sounding name.”

“Taizai… a compound surname?”

“Mhm, if the reincarnation succeeds, he will be called ‘A Ci’.” The tear-stained young man rarely cracked a smile, slight as it was, but it was charming nonetheless.

Taizai Ci struggled fiercely.

What does “successful possession” mean?

What is an “experimental body”?

What is “reincarnation”?

What on earth are you doing, why am I here, and what in the world is this place!

Useless…

He struggled nonetheless.

From a bystander’s perspective, he could not affect the progress of the story in this space; everything continued, and the tear-stained young man calmly said,

“I have summoned him here in secret through the family head’s mandate and influenced him.”

“This is his first time here, and soon, I will carry out the research orderly, according to his ‘Life Plan’.”

“If successful, he will enter the Mournful Emperor realm with me.”

“If it fails, he will come here many times after, to record experimental data until it succeeds.”

“But no matter what, he will not remember what happened this first time.”

Let me go!

Release me!

What on earth do you want to do, you two madmen!

Taizai Ci roared furiously, trying to shatter everything happening here with his voice, but it was useless.

Hua Kongque Dao Qiongcang frowned slightly, “Brother Huai, do you realize what you’re doing?”

“I do.”

“Do you really know? He’s a demi-saint, and you must not dishonor a Saint!”

“Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, I know.”

Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang shook his head vigorously, then pointed at the container before him and said in a grave voice, “If the world knew what you’re doing, they wouldn’t allow it, if those five old guys knew, you would be abandoned by them, if…”

“Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang!” The tear-stained young man raised his voice for the first time, interrupting his friend.

Taizai Ci trembled with rage and shivered as he looked on.

He saw the young man slightly lift his head, looking at the container, yet his gaze seemed to pierce through the container, through spacetime, with an ineffable longing and yearning,

“Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, Divine Farmer Hundred Grass mastered life, and I will, inevitably, interpret reincarnation.”

Hua Kongque Dao Qiongcang fell silent.

From his expression, Taizai Ci could not infer a bit of his inner emotions, leaving him clueless whether Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang felt the same overwhelming frustration as he did himself at this moment!

What an arrogantly boastful youngster!

Divine Farmer Hundred Grass? That’s the Medicine Ancestor!

Who are you, who are you really? And you will ‘inevitably’, you will ‘interpret reincarnation’, you will…

Taizai Ci’s thoughts abruptly halted, and his mind flashed back to the serious words of the tear-stained young man,

“Hallmaster Dao Qiongcang, I have mastered reincarnation.”

He had already mastered it?

Now he wants to “interpret”?

Whom would he “interpret” to, and why “interpret”, and what benefit would that bring?

Taizai Ci realized he could no longer keep up with the thought processes of that tear-stained young man.

He was certain he was the normal one.

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