I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3463: Chapter 1711: Enlightenment of the Dead Sea Connecting to the True Heart, Great Fortune and Flourishing Romance

“See the light of day again!”

Escaping the Dead Sea, returning to the Shengshen Continent.

When the mouth and nose were no longer filled with the filthy waters of the Dead Sea, but could breathe fresh air instead, Zhu Yike couldn’t help but let out a long howl.

Refreshing!

So refreshing!

Every time one is released after being imprisoned, it always feels like a “resurrection”.

But this time, the feeling was even more intense.

Zhu Yike was born in the Southern Region, growing up in filth, and has been through everything.

He has been a con artist, a thief, a killer, a bounty hunter… any dirty or tiring work that would let him survive.

He has experienced many dungeons, water prisons, stone prisons, and endured many punishments.

Without exception, thanks to the Golden Gate Stealing Technique, he always managed to escape intact.

If one could live under the light, who would want to linger in the dark corners?

Therefore, once acknowledging Xu Xiaoshou on Abyss Island as his master, Zhu Yike was truly giving his all.

He knew his origins, having nothing to do with absolute light, he could never pass the Holy Divine Palace’s selection.

Something relatively righteous like Saint Servant, led by the Eighth Sword Deity, was already the best and greatest opportunity he could reach.

He even went head-to-head with Hallmaster Dao!

Among the Five Domains Spiritual Cultivators, especially those from the Southern Region, who didn’t know what kind of character Hallmaster Dao was?

To call him a “god” in the mortal realm would not be an exaggeration.

That was indeed the case…

Lord Shou simply couldn’t rival Hallmaster Dao.

On Qingyuan Mountain, as expected, the unpredictable Hallmaster Dao closed the net, and before he knew it, he was in the Dead Sea.

Having sat in many water prisons, it was the first time Zhu Yike experienced what “despair” truly meant.

All his little thoughts were laid bare under Hallmaster Dao’s calculations, without any place to hide.

On the way to the Dead Sea, taken by Xi, he struggled, attempted self-rescue, yet all his little tricks were seen through.

In the Dead Sea, once the Spell Forbidden Barrier was set, he became utterly useless.

Even those ghost beasts and spiritual beasts he usually looked down upon… they still had some physical strength left to use, whereas the Spiritual Cultivator without spirit, was no different from a corpse, except for breathing.

Regret it?

To say no regrets would definitely be lying to Lord Shou.

But from an objective standpoint, Zhu Yike didn’t think he did anything wrong.

He knew he could never work for Hallmaster Dao of the Holy Divine Palace, no matter how earnestly he repented.

Even if he gave his all, exerted all his skills to the fullest, he could not catch the eye of the first-in-command Saint Servant Bazhun’an.

Others had underlings like Elder Wuyue and Sleeveless.

When truly taking decisive action, every card played was prefixed with the “Ten High Nobles”.

Zhu Yike?

What a joke!

Risking his life for Lord Shou was already the best choice Zhu Yike had encountered in his life.

Two months in the Dead Sea, he despaired, was furious, struggled, exhausted, prayed, cursed…

In the end, he completely calmed his mind.

Every day, he thought about only two things, one was whether Lord Shou had arrived, the other was when he would die.

Over two months, he relived his filthy past life in his mind more than twenty thousand times, feeling as if he was only a divine intervention away from sanctification.

His foundational roots came from the Ancestor of Sorcery.

Unlike Li Fugui’s floating root from drugs, he achieved higher void through battles, with foundational roots steady as a rock from various life and death trainings.

His mindset could originally be considered a flaw…

However, after the two months of grinding in the Dead Sea, suddenly slowing his life’s hasty footsteps, Zhu Yike found enlightenment in the Dead Sea.

“Life is, so is fate.”

“Death is, so is fate.”

“Those who steal from me will eventually be stolen from, those who take will eventually return, others like this, Golden Gate cultivators like me likewise…”

Facing the wind.

Facing the desolate night curtain.

Zhu Yike stood on a chaotic mountaintop, spreading his arms, burst into laughter:

“Old man, I didn’t understand what you meant before, how could anyone steal from my Golden Gate?”

“Now, I somewhat understand.”

“Rest in peace, though you’ve long since kicked the bucket…”

Zhu Yike laughed heartily, he was never one to be sentimental, much less dwell on past events.

He was a practical gambler.

To live one more breath was to earn one more breath.

If by chance some good fortune like a semi-saint person falling from the sky happened, it wasn’t because he made some extraordinary effort, but rather…

“Fortune smiled!”

Zhu Yike laughed with teeth showing, said as he smacked his hand, producing three copper coins on the back of his hand.

All heads up.

He laughed, his right hand swiped backward, and the copper coins were caught under his thumbs, then flicked upward.

“Zheng!”

The three copper coins flew at different heights.

Zhu Yike knelt on one knee, half-sitting in the void, his left ankle propped onto his right thigh, then pulled up his pant leg.

Pa! Pa! Pa!

The three copper coins fell onto the black wool pants on his calf, looking down…

Still heads up!

“Woohoo~”

Zhu Yike laughed, smacking the back of his calf behind two coins, and the first copper coin took off.

He caught it, held for a breath, rubbed his fingertips, and shouted:

“Flower!”

The coin vanished, transforming into a flamboyant Blue Rose Tears.

He smiled, patted his calf, the second coin took off, caught it, rubbed again:

“Radish!”

The coin disappeared.

A freshly dug-out white radish appeared in Zhu Yike’s hand.

Not done yet, he slapped his calf upwards for the last time, catching the coin as it flew up.

With a turn, he opened his palm:

“Mirror!”

In his hand, unexpectedly appeared a full-length mirror – the Dao Imparting Mirror.

Zhu Yike laughed heartily.

He held the Dao Imparting Mirror to check himself in the mirror, brushed his bangs, then set it beside him, finding a stone to sit on.

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