I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

“Nothing.”

He had four no-kills.

But now, with this stranger who he thought could become a friend, it no longer mattered.

Naturally, Cao Erzhu lost the desire to explain.

He grabbed the girl by her slender arm and lifted her out of the water.

After all, it was Xi who harbored malice towards him from the beginning, not Yu Zhiwen.

He tossed the girl onto the shore, turned his head away, and started walking down the mountain without another glance.

“Wait a quarter of an hour, then save him.”

“I’m heading down the mountain, don’t force me to take action again.”

Yu Zhiwen watched the hulking figure leave in silence and realized that perhaps this person did not know Xu Xiaoshou.

Neither enemy nor friend.

Between them was a kind of unfamiliarity, perhaps only a fleeting encounter, or even a mere spiritual connection.

Naturally, there was no question of whether to help or not.

To expect someone to intervene just because of a piece of paper with “Xu Xiaoshou” written on it seemed like her own wishful thinking.

Yu Zhiwen let go of her worries.

With a jolt of her spiritual source, she dispelled the water stains on her skirt, glanced at Xi, and refrained from acting hastily.

A quarter of an hour…

She would wait!

Reflecting on it, it was indeed ridiculous.

Trying to drag someone into the battle for no reason, from Cao Erzhu’s perspective…

“I must be really annoying?”

Sorry… Yu Zhiwen’s eyes dimmed, and she completely abandoned the immoral idea of dragging others into the fight.

She waited quietly, gazing at the night sky, lost in thought.

But in the tedious silence of counting the passing time, suddenly, her starry eyes trembled.

The world before her, different from that of ordinary people, revealed the Divine Path Principles that only a divine sorcerer could see, and they began to glow brightly.

Its brilliance was so intense it seemed it could blind her.

“This is beyond what ordinary divine sorcerers can achieve. I can’t even reach this level. It’s Hallmaster Dao!”

Yu Zhiwen suddenly realized something. Her red lips parted, and as she communicated telepathically, she used her spiritual senses to probe into the distance.

Cao Erzhu’s footsteps were unhurried as he descended the mountain.

He had said a quarter of an hour, and it would be exactly a quarter of an hour. He wasn’t planning to rush.

Sensing something, Cao Erzhu stopped and looked at the night sky with a puzzled expression.

The night sky was clear, no different from before.

Yet it seemed a bit strange, though he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Run!”

“Cao Erzhu, run!”

The urgent voice of the witch suddenly echoed in his ears.

Cao Erzhu frowned, feeling somewhat annoyed. They should stop interfering with each other, so why was she still communicating telepathically?

But he didn’t turn back to fight her; that would be too rash.

He simply continued down the mountain at his own pace.

However, just as he lifted his foot…

Buzz!

The surrounding trees, stones, flowers, and grasses lit up with faint starlight, creating a special teleportation portal that formed right under his feet.

“Witch!”

Cao Erzhu was infuriated.

Reacting swiftly, he stepped out of the teleportation portal in the nick of time.

But as if prepared, the witch conjured a gate of starlight where he retreated.

“Don’t come back!”

Her voice was the last thing he heard before he was hit.

As he cursed himself for showing mercy earlier, thus allowing the witch to gain the upper hand, the scene before his eyes shifted.

“This is…”

The base of Qingyuan Mountain!

He had actually descended the mountain?

Cao Erzhu quickly turned around, his spiritual senses expanding.

He saw that the entire Qingyuan Mountain, every flower, grass, tree, and stone, even the wind, carried traces of a mysterious aura.

They were all glowing!

Qingyuan Mountain turned into a peculiar pattern, glowing as bright as daylight, detached from the outside world.

This pattern’s power, when reduced a million times, had an aura similar to the ‘handshake’ pattern left by the strange uncle on his hand.

“Divine Secret…”

“Divine Sorcerer…”

Cao Erzhu murmured, still clueless as to why Yu Zhiwen had forced him out of Qingyuan Mountain.

“Boom!”

A rumble echoed from the night sky above the mountain.

Divine path patterns sketched themselves across the heavens, forming an illusionary yet powerful force even more grand than the great array of Qingyuan Mountain.

Even Cao Erzhu was shaken by this force!

“Holy Power?”

The Holy Power of the Divine Sorcerer sketched a dazzling scroll, as if depicting the vast expanse of the five regions.

In the next moment, Cao Erzhu heard a distant, low laugh:

“None of you can escape…”

“Greater Teleportation Technique!”

Boom!

The space at the horizon shattered.

Figures plummeted onto the mountain.

Some were burly, some elderly, some wielding swords, others holding knives…

Without exception, all were clad in white robes.

Among these white-clothed people, Cao Erzhu vaguely saw a few figures that stood out:

Two women, a man, and half of…

“Huh? Half a person?”

“Is that a person? Looks like… a puppet?”

An intangible sense of crisis swept over Cao Erzhu, and he immediately understood why Yu Zhiwen had quickly teleported him out.

It was to help him escape the battlefield?

“But isn’t she a bad person?”

“And I just beat up her friend…”

Cao Erzhu scratched his head, finding it hard to understand the actions of these people in the spiritual cultivation world.

“Anyway, it has nothing to do with me.”

He lifted his foot, ready to return to the town to visit his father, but felt it would be strange to just leave like this.

He paused and took out the piece of paper left by August from his spatial ring.

“Xu Xiaoshou.”

On it were those delicate characters.