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I Am Loaded with Passive Skills (Web Novel) - Chapter 4163: Undressing
Chapter 4163: Undressing
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Dao Qiongcang, what kind of person is he?Asking oneself within the Cursed Yin Sect, the positioning of Dao Qiongcang should be exceedingly clear, nothing more than...
A discarded pawn halfway through studying the Life Path, abandoned by the Medicine Ancestor, and not even as good as Bei Huai.
A schemer by nature, yet as Hallmaster Dao, innately privy to more information than others, akin to a cheat.
Also considered to cultivate the body, engage in Spiritual Cultivation, the Way of the Sword, and even capable of forming the Three Venerables·Dome Sky, but in truth a jack of all trades, master of none.
He adorned himself well, deeply understanding human flaws, magnifying certain strengths of his to cover up weaknesses effectively.
This kind of "Concealment from the sky and sea" is undoubtedly quite successful among the cultivators of the five regions.
Yet viewed from those in high places, under the gaze of the Ancestral God, superior to the lowly ants, tearing off disguises, Dao Qiongcang is synonymous with being strong externally but hollow internally.
Not to say utterly useless, compared to the true standouts among the Ten High Nobles, he is far behind, far from the first-rank genius.
Thus, even during the fight at the Divine Relics, ending in his defeat, Cursed Yin still looked down on Dao Qiongcang.
In retrospection of that battle, who would think it was Xu Xiaoshou and Dao Qiongcang who solidified the victory, rather than Bazhun’an Jianwo who aided from afar as per the Sword Observation Manual?
Observing today’s accomplishments of the three, it’s evident where Cursed Yin truly lost back then.
Therefore, regardless of Dao Qiongcang or Xu Xiaoshou, fundamentally, even if Cursed Yin cooperates or wishes to cooperate with them, he still looks down upon them.
In the end, just two words, unworthy!
Indeed, even at the battle of the Divine Relics, Xu and Dao gained final victory—trading a faded red four-cornered underwear for the Origin True Stele: Dragon.
Ultimately, through the "" character on that piece of underwear, Dao Qiongcang contacted Cursed Yin afterward to establish a Spirit Rhinoceros Technique communication channel, plotting a cooperative alliance, yet his demeanor seemed far from that of a victor.
He knew his limitations well, hence his words were exceedingly humble, repeatedly calling "Lord Cursed Yin," making Cursed Yin even more disdainful of him.
If he respected himself, then due to the fruits of that battle had he displayed arrogance in words or actions, Cursed Yin would have instead esteemed him highly.
This is the stance a victor should hold!
He should flaunt his prowess because that would prove he at least has something!
Dao Qiongcang did not.
He completely let go.
He seems to know victory equals defeat, knowing he truly has nothing, thus repeatedly humbling himself, leading to Cursed Yin’s increasing disregard.
Finally, this humble Dao Qiongcang amidst the dust dared to rush angrily into the inner space of the Blood World Pearl, even charging up to Cursed Yin’s face.
The intense contrast left Cursed Yin stunned, unsure where this person drew his confidence.
Little did he know, having reached this point, Dao Qiongcang didn’t stop, forcefully charged onto the Sovereign Throne, and slapped Cursed Yin!
Cursed Yin was utterly bewildered.
A slap doesn’t matter much, Cursed Yin can endure it.
Yet this incident’s impact on Cursed Yin was as powerful as the ancient swordsman, a mere ant, stabbing through Bazhun’an’s heart after just cultivating Innate Sword Intent!
Is this possible?
Completely impossible!
But it did happen, truly, in the inner space of the Blood World Pearl, the ant’s slap landed on this Ancestral God’s face!
"Lord Cursed Yin, you have been eliminated."
He even dared to mock, lying opposite him on the uniquely his Divine Throne.
Cursed Yin held his face, momentarily forgetting to think.
As his hand slowly dropped, towering anger and killing intent surged forth vehemently.
At the same time, within the inner space of the Blood World Pearl, a faint glow flickered, unknown whether Xu Xiaoshou sensed something, Cursed Yin undoubtedly perceived clearly...
"!"
A crystal clear "" character robot divine pattern appeared on the attacked half of the face, quickly vanishing.
Where was the last sight of this "" character?
On a filthy red four-cornered underwear!
Proud as Cursed Yin, how could he endure such humiliation?
"Confinement!"
Cursed Yin immediately flipped over, ready to pinch spell, aiming to slay Dao Qiongcang’s intent.
He had forgotten, his true self still in the high skies of Ghost Buddha Realm, serving as Medicine Ancestor’s Life Seed, tormented nearly to death.
Merely, the Blood World Pearl received stimulation from Bei Huai’s vital life force previously, activating a wisp of Cursed Yin’s intent within, allowing him to summon Xu Xiaoshou.
As for Dao Qiongcang, though sneaky earlier, whether pursuing the Saint Servant enemy on Abyss Island or forcing Xu Xiaoshou up Qingyuan Mountain and other "big affairs," these were done by clones.
When facing the Medicine Ancestor, whether the Dragon Cave or returning to zero and helpless, or in the Blood World Pearl where Cursed Yin’s intent awakened wanting alliance with Xu Xiaoshou in such "small matters," the true self visited, using a bull’s knife to kill a chicken.
Cursed Yin was about to act, hand gestures just pinched out.
Dao Qiongcang acted later but reached first, leisurely keeping his body on the Divine Throne unmoving, pinching one of Cursed Yin’s hand gestures, mocking with his utterly ridiculous Divine Thirty-Six Form:
"Great Suppression Technique!"
Mere Dao Qiongcang, attempting to suppress Cursed Yin?
Starlight scattered, below the Divine Throne, there sounded a faint swishing of water.
Cursed Yin just showed disdain, his mouth unformed the secret technique, suddenly felt overwhelming pressure, nearly shattering this wisp of his clone.
"How can this be?!"
His technique interrupted, Cursed Yin’s gaze filled with horror.
He, the progenitor of Phantom Swords Technique, ahead of Dao Qiongcang within the Cursed Yin Sect, was suppressed?
