I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"The Cold Palace Emperor Realm is not a place where you can come and go as you wish. You can't leave."

"Even if what entered is merely a thought incarnation, they can trace the imprint all the way back to your true form."

The tone was unimpressive, but her words, as always, were spoken from Dao Qiongcang's perspective, as if considering his point of view.

The truth was, when dealing with Dao Qiongcang, the fewer words the better—less risk of error. Not speaking at all was safest. Yue Gongnu knew this, and at this moment, she had no other choice but to take the initiative and bring up the topic.

Dao Dai'er opened her eyes upon hearing the words. The sound of the zither continued as she played and responded, "I have... Hui Lao!"

"You're not planning to kill him?"

"I rarely take the initiative to kill those too weak to resist."

"Oh? Aren't you afraid he'll expose your intrusion into the Cold Palace Emperor Realm afterward?"

"The dead don't speak."

Yue Gongnu was silenced by this enigmatic person.

He seemed to have no other purpose but not to listen to her and to torment her.

"How do you plan to leave this place?" Yue Gongnu refused to compromise.

"I have Hui Lao's identity jade card."

"You should know the rules of the Cold Palace Emperor Realm. Even if you steal his identity jade card, without the owner's permission, it's useless."

"Zheng..."

The sound of the zither halted slightly. Dao Dai'er gently pressed her hands onto the strings, snuffing out the lingering resonance, and turned her head with a faint smile:

"How do you know he didn't voluntarily give me the jade card and grant permission for unrestricted passage through the Cold Palace Emperor Realm?"

As she spoke, she reached into the valley of her chest and pulled out a jade card, slapping it onto the icy table.

Then, from somewhere, she produced a sword, planting it beside the icy table, next to Yue Gongnu.

Buddha Sword—Angry Immortal!

Yue Gongnu didn't even spare the sword a glance. She tilted her face slightly to scrutinize Dao Qiongcang's voluptuous figure, her gaze dripping with disdain:

"You... seduced him?"

"Mm-hmm~"

"Yuegong Hui isn't someone who lusts after beauty, nor is he so easily duped. Your power of guidance doesn't dare to spread itself freely in the Cold Palace Emperor Realm either," Yue Gongnu stated firmly.

"Hehehe..." Dao Dai'er laughed delicately, her laughter melodious yet spine-chilling.

"What are you laughing at?"

Compared to enduring the corrosion of Yin aura, Dao Qiongcang's presence was far more unbearable for Yue Gongnu. She practically ground her teeth as she spoke.

But reality was harsh; ultimately, she still couldn't withstand the needle-like pain of Yin aura entering her body.

Switching feet was useless!

Yue Gongnu lowered her gaze, glancing at the enormous sword standing nearly as tall as a person. Reluctantly, she accepted the goodwill, reaching out her hand to steady the guard of the sword.

The Angry Immortal Buddha Sword had no warmth.

Drawn out in the Cold Prison, it was as icy as the Cold Prison itself.

But it lacked Yin aura; as her hand rested upon it, Yue Gongnu could feel a faint, gentle sword cognition emanating from its body.

The familiar aura nearly shattered the sealed gates of her heart in an instant, threatening to awaken every memory of the past.

Yue Gongnu's heartstrings trembled, as if she'd lost herself.

"I laugh at your ignorance, Sister Nu!"

But Dao Dai'er's sudden laughter disrupted all her wistful reveries. Turning his back on her, he spoke coldly:

"Your impression of Yuegong Hui—is it stuck in the time when you first ventured out into the world, when you held a favorable opinion of him?"

"Do you even know how much thirty years can change? How much can thirty years alter a man?"

"Some people appear poised and dignified, while secretly they've changed hearts countless times!"

"To say nothing else..." Dao Dai'er pointed to the corner of the wall, "In these thirty years, has he come to see you even once?"

Thump!

Yue Gongnu's delicate hand clenched tightly around the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, her mind utterly blank.

She realized the warmth of the sword cognition had indeed been an illusion.

It had no warmth, and the familiar aura came merely from subjective delusion.

In reality, its essence detachedly inhabited the sword body—not distant, yet not close—like the distance a stranger would maintain.

"I..."

Yue Gongnu's lips quivered, unable to form words.

The invasion of Yin aura threatened to break her completely; she nearly collapsed to the ground but barely managed to hold herself upright by gripping the sword's hilt.

"What's wrong with you?" Dao Dai'er looked at her, puzzled:

"Ah! Why has your complexion changed? I was talking about Yuegong Hui—who are you thinking of?"

"Oh! Don't misunderstand me; that's not what I meant, Sister Nu~~~"

By the end, his laughter could no longer be suppressed, blooming like a radiant flower—a demon's flower, to be exact.

Yue Gongnu shot Dao Qiongcang a resentful glare.

If possible, she wanted to lift the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword right now and chop off Dao Qiongcang's arrogant head!

—The person most deserving of purification in this world is Dao Qiongcang!

"Hmm?"

Ten fingers tightened slightly.

Yue Gongnu abruptly realized—she seemed capable of lifting this massive sword?

Did Dao Qiongcang forget to set a prohibition?

Had Angry Immortal not yet recognized him as its owner?

Did You Yuan's remaining power acknowledge her?

Or perhaps...

He was helping me!

Yue Gongnu carefully concealed all subtle reactions, yet her thoughts couldn't help but come alive:

"An opportunity!"