I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

The First Viewing Platform of Feng Family City—unexpectedly, the most captivating scene was no longer the epic battle on the Sacred Mountain but a solo performance unfolding below the stage.

Incredible!

This so-called "Hallmaster Dao" turned out to be something of an omnivore!

Undeniably, he could mimic the charisma of Hallmaster Dao, interpret the compassion of Ai Cangsheng, and ruthlessly point out Lord Shou's emotional baggage—all of which suggested he had thoroughly studied all three!

"Can Lord Shou and Ai Gou really not coexist peacefully?" The world finally descended into madness, and soon someone followed up with the question, "I want to see him join the White-clothed, work for Beibei, or join the First Pavilion in the Sky to obliterate the Sacred Mountain. I'm looking forward to all of this."

Dao Qiongcang smiled and glanced over, gently wagging his finger in slow, deliberate denial.

Despite nearly driving everyone into a frenzy, making them want to hit him in their fury, this man remained fully immersed in his role:

"This brave little fellow holding the mirror has courage. I've decided to say something from the depths of my heart. Others may not believe it, but this is truly how I feel."

"Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao and the Holy Divine Palace represent the best model we currently have. Even if the Saint Servants win, the first generation of Saint Servants was decent, but what about a few generations later? A hundred years, a thousand years down the line?"

"When the Saint Servants become another Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao, and the First Pavilion in the Sky becomes another Holy Divine Palace, who can assure us their descendants will do better than the present?"

"Even a mastermind like Dao Qiongcang once said, 'A dynasty declines by the third generation.'... Yes, the Holy Divine Palace is not perfect, but the Eyes of the Great Path do not seek perfection. In my view, it's already good enough."

As these words left his mouth, the square—initially filled with spectators enjoying the performance with a playful mindset—suddenly fell silent, deeply stunned.

What this worm said had a certain flavor!

"I am Ai Cangsheng. What my Eyes of the Great Path see extends far beyond the Path itself."

"In truth, I could change my stance, but there's a condition: You, Xu Xiaoshou, you Saint Servants, must not merely match me but surpass me by tenfold, a hundredfold, enough to wipe out both the Holy Divine Palace and Yue Bei Hua Rao Dao in an instant."

"Only then... only then would my position no longer matter. Thus, returning to the original point, I shall not compromise."

Dao Qiongcang looked toward the person who had raised the previous question: "In a courageous game, there has never been a second choice."

——Only battle!

Everyone understood his meaning.

For some reason, the crowd suddenly found this "Dao Qiongcang" surprisingly convincing.

Perhaps because his posturing had depth;

Or perhaps because his backward reasoning to reach the ultimate conclusion aligned with what Lord Shou described as "fight," and what Ai Cangsheng called "war."

"Well said!"

Someone shouted in agreement, eager to press him further.

But just then, everyone noticed that the middle-aged man masquerading as Hallmaster Dao had disappeared.

Huh?

The First Viewing Platform was left puzzled.

Yet soon, the crowd began forgetting the impersonator's identity, instead lost in pondering the words he had left behind.

At the edge of the square, Dao Qiongcang still stood where he was, not having moved a single step.

"Skeptical voices, scrutinizing gazes, admiring expressions, amused attitudes..." Dao Qiongcang rubbed his chin as he muttered to himself, still immersed—though no longer in the role others perceived.

He was thinking.

Thinking about Xu Xiaoshou's question.

The core of this peculiar individual's dilemma, and how he could win moving forward.

"Maybe this is a question?"

...

"Very well, it seems only one question remains!"

The interview concluded, and Feng Zhongzui could no longer bear the pressure, retreating promptly into midair.

Carrying his mirror, he broadcast a live feed of the Saints leaving the Sacred Mountain, narrating as he went:

"The great battle will inevitably erupt in the Dead Sea. Currently, all the demi-saints on the Sacred Mountain have gone to the Dead Sea to await orders."

"Unexpectedly, the Holy Divine Palace, which controls Sleeveless Saint Servant, failed to seize the initiative. Instead, the typically passive Lord Shou has risen, becoming the master of this chessboard."

"His timing will decide when the battle begins, yet conversely, Lord Cang Sheng has controlled the battlefield's location."

"I can only say this: Lord Shou and Lord Cang Sheng are constantly countering and restraining each other, pushing their limits every step of the way!"

After a pause, Feng Zhongzui clicked his tongue, expressing his thoughts with a hint of astonishment:

"Brothers, the Dead Sea is the Sacred Mountain's forbidden ground, the most secret of secrets. They say the darkest figures like Sleeveless and Elder Wuyue are imprisoned there... ahem, I mean masters. There's no way I can broadcast what's inside."

"But it's already a great honor. I never imagined I'd get to commentate on this preliminary war between Lord Shou and Lord Cang Sheng, much less survive this long while doing so."

"What surprises me most of all is that I even have the privilege to narrate this. Perhaps none of us expected the war to play out so straightforwardly, with everyone battling openly instead of relying on deception and intrigue."

As if recalling something, Feng Zhongzui let out an involuntary laugh, lowering his voice to share a hushed remark:

"To say something irreverent, it's somewhat predictable, aye? After all, Hallmaster Dao isn't even on the Sacred Mountain anymore..."

"How could a nobody like me possibly see through the big picture? Heh heh heh!"

Farewells are hard to part with.

But staying alive brings joy.

Seeing that most of the demi-saints on the square had already left, Feng Zhongzui didn't even need to listen to know that the Five Domains' Spiritual Cultivators watching through the mirror must be going wild.

After all, the most anticipated scenes couldn't be broadcast!

But what's to come cannot be solved with a drink in front of Flower Moon Tower.

The entire Feng family wouldn't suffice to gain the privilege of broadcasting even a single drop of water from the Dead Sea... Feng Zhongzui shuddered and turned to leave, unwilling to become the final, reckless warrior.