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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4070: Acting Showdown (Part 2)
Chapter 4070: Acting Showdown (Part 2)
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But not an ordinary chatterbox, more like a conspiracy theorist who had been silent for too long, eager to spill everything to someone willing to listen:“But when you have almost understood, you will pretend to convey what you know about the Name Ancestor, derived from the Demon Ancestor.”
“Old man knows everything, just doesn’t say it. You met the Demon Ancestor on the river of time, right?”
Xu Xiaoshou remained expressionless.
Even his soul showed not a hint of agitation.
He listened absentmindedly, the only uncertainty being whether this state was the Medicine Ancestor’s true nature, or just a facade created to extract information.
“You’re wrong, Xu Xiaoshou.”
“You’re too young, too naive.”
The old man took off his straw hat, his baldness resembling Elder Sang’s.
Xu Xiaoshou focused on trivial matters to distract himself, pondering a question like:
Is everyone with a hat bald?
The old man suddenly stopped, eyes bright, fixating on the young man before him, questioning:
“You’ve tried every trick to disguise yourself as an ignorant of the Name Ancestor, when in fact you do know, attempting to make others guess that you are indeed the Name Ancestor.”
“Is this to gamble with the Third Ancestor?”
The old man laughed loudly as if good news arrived, the situation unfolding as he expected.
His demeanor completely relaxed.
After laughing, his expression became serious, saying, “Then essentially, you are not the Name Ancestor.”
You’ve guessed it, call me Lord Shou!
Xu Xiaoshou raised his gaze, looking directly at the old man.
The old man, weary of the young man’s pretending, sighed, shook his head with mixed emotions, and a hint of intensity:
“Yes, he has fallen, and indeed cannot return.”
“What do you think, Xu Xiaoshou?”
…
At this moment, Xu Xiaoshou could confirm three things:
First, the Medicine Ancestor possesses a paranoid side akin to Elder Dao the Flamboyant, with a high level of suspicion, as the conspirator is constantly at war with himself?
Second, he indeed knows much about the Name Ancestor, but revealing a mere third of the truth if he didn’t want to put on this act for a scene unknown to its authenticity.
Third, whether it’s genuine emotion or a performance, the sole ascertainment the Medicine Ancestor seeks is: Demon Ancestor, Cursed Yin, Bazhun’an, he can manipulate them, but is the Name Ancestor’s existence potentially a variable?
The clouds parted!
With the Medicine Ancestor’s intent clear, things became manageable.
As for “Xu Xiaoshou,” barely a pawn, the Medicine Ancestor never truly cared.
But the Name Ancestor, rivaling Time and Name, should they erupt at a critical time, would present a more astonishing shock than Bazhun’an, whether they return to zero or not.
After all, having lived longer, more ancient, the preparation must be more thorough.
Divine Farmer Hundred Grass, I’ve seen through you down to your underwear color!
But…
It’s still not enough!
The Medicine Ancestor’s proactive approach to yield initiative was fundamentally to probe whether he was a backup of the Name Ancestor, does he harbor potential for eruption.
Yet what he disclosed still seemed insufficient to Xu Xiaoshou.
He seemed to have been paralyzed by a string of conspiracies, eyes dazed, opened his mouth to speak: “Senior, what are you sayin’…”
“Young one, you’ve disguised yourself well.”
The Medicine Ancestor suddenly turned, cutting him off, shaking his head, chuckling:
“But the one thing you don’t know is, Xi He is an old friend of mine.”
“I know more than you could imagine, more than what the Demon and Cursed Yin do!”
Xi He?
The mention of these words banished Xu Xiaoshou’s last bit of apprehension.
The Time Ancestor dissolves thousands, the Medicine Ancestor thinks he can manipulate them.
The Name Ancestor’s back-up he is sure lies with himself, until now no explosion indicates that exposure is inadequate strength, which the Medicine Ancestor can also handle.
What was left was the “mad Nu,” whose offhand words implied further probing…
He was too steady!
No wonder he could set the stage for Medicine Ghost Life and Death, only a half step from success.
Yet success lies in steadiness, and failure as well!
He didn’t realize, that the true nature of the mad Nu is only really known by the Time and Name Ancestors.
And the so-called “friend” of mad Nu had essentially only two possible outcomes:
Either he remains invincible through calamity, or he dissipates into nothing, certainly not lurking for years on the Shengshen Continent with the Demon Ancestor and Cursed Yin like vultures.
Old man, your performance is over.
My evaluation of you is cowardly, with poor acting skills.
Yet effective, for the last sentence finally provoked the Name Ancestor, then it’s my turn to take the stage!
…
“Xi He, again, what…”
Xu Xiaoshou’s slightly confused gaze rose, mid-sentence, suddenly choked.
“Ugh!”
He seemed to have swallowed a fishbone, pain glossing his eyes, eyelids twitching uncontrollably.
Fists clenched, resisting the intrusion of malice.
“Hmm?”
The Medicine Ancestor’s eyebrows rose high, traces of doubt flickered on the sallow face.
He doubted.
But in the blink of an eye, he saw before him the youth whose bone age was no more than twenty, rolling the whites back into focus, eyelids drooping, a slightly narrowed gaze leveled again with an air of superiority.
Changed!
His… His gaze completely transformed!
Indifferent, desolate, ancient.
Devoid of any emotions or colors that a mortal life form should have.
Xu Xiaoshou remained Xu Xiaoshou, his body still a frail form molded from life force.
Yet change, even if in a mere instant, that sense of alienation timelessly worn, incompatible with this world — how could the Medicine Ancestor not perceive it?
