I Am Loaded with Passive Skills-Chapter 3194 - 1625: Meeting Wen Ting beneath the Sword Washing Pool, Smelling the Sword to Seek Address in the Starry Sky_3

Chapter 3194: Chapter 1625: Meeting Wen Ting beneath the Sword Washing Pool, Smelling the Sword to Seek Address in the Starry Sky_3

“He has no freakin’ clue…”

Wen Ting muttered as he paced back and forth by the Sword Washing Pool, finally saying, “Do you have a rough idea where?”

“No.”

“So you want me to search in the spatial fragment? Find a needle in a haystack!”

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“No! Exit the spatial fragment, and search the starry sky! The ruins of the god slayer are almost like the Abyss Island.”

“What?” Wen Ting’s face changed dramatically, turning as dark as charcoal, yet surprisingly, he did not rebut but just muttered incomprehensibly, clearly cursing foully.

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Can he really do it?

The storyteller was shocked.

After all, when his brother proposed this outrageous idea earlier, he had his doubts.

Now it seems…

“Have you broken through to become a sword saint?”

“No!”

“A breakthrough in another sense?”

“Not telling you! You big mouth, can’t keep a secret!”

So, he really had a breakthrough… The storyteller felt relieved instead; both his brothers being so powerful was good news, everyone else could relax now.

“How long will it take?”

“I don’t know!”

Wen Ting, annoyed, turned and left: “Wait, I have to ask Sword Hemp for instructions, otherwise I may not come back alive.”

Sword Hemp… The storyteller pondered, “Can I tag along?”

“You can, if you can keep up.”

“You take me there! You protect me, let Lord Sword Hemp bestow a Sword Seed upon me, and I can start sword forging~”

“Can’t bring you, nor can grant you one, you have to climb the mountain yourself, and I don’t forbid it—if you can actually climb.”

“You damned ghost!”

The storyteller stamped his foot, watching as the solemn figure of Wen Ting disappeared.

He went to climb the mountain.

The path of Eastern Mountain, seldom climbed in decades, this journey would probably be extremely perilous.

“Right, after all, he’s going to the starry sky to find people…”

The storyteller felt a headache just thinking about it.

Aimlessly, this was even harder than finding a needle in a haystack.

Could he really sniff out Angry Immortal Buddha Sword and the like just with his “dog nose” from the vastness of the starry space?

Bazhun’an is his brother.

Wen Ting is also his brother.

The storyteller didn’t want to come for just one visit and end up arranging a ceremonial tomb for his second brother in this graveyard…

…

Waiting felt like years.

After roughly a year of torment, a melodious sword cry echoed from beyond Eastern Mountain, and every visitor on the mountain looked up.

They saw a streak of sword light returning from the sky, disappearing into the Burial Sword Tomb and fading into the intangible.

“Wen Sword Immortal!”

“Damn! I truly saw Wen Sword Immortal’s trace, not in vain have I admired this mountain for three years!”

“Has he become a sword saint, that aura…”

“I don’t know, wonder which unfortunate child has received the Heavenly Ancestor’s blessing to receive guidance from Wen Sword Immortal… Ah! I wish to be guided! I’m so itchy; I can’t take it anymore, move aside! I want to twist! I want to crawl!”

Sword Washing Pool.

The storyteller stared blankly at the disheveled Sword Deity in front of him.

The guy had only been gone for a day, but returned as if from an ancient battlefield. Not just covered in blood, his clothes torn, but also holding a leg with “hairy pants” on it.

A leg had been broken!

“Are you alright?” The storyteller immediately went over to help.

“Are YOU alright!” Wen Ting rolled his eyes, using the broken leg to knock on the storyteller’s head, “Leg’s broken, and you ask if I’m alright?”

“Good that you didn’t die, good that you didn’t die…” The storyteller patted his chest fearfully, almost expectantly: “So?”

Swoosh!

Wen Ting tossed over a jade scroll, self-absorbed in swallowing Elixirs to mend his leg:

“Just captured this, freshly appeared coordinates for Fourth Sword space, as well as the aura of Carefreeness, tell him to follow these two leads.”

“The Ruin’s space coordinates are still moving, very fast! I’ve asked Sword Hemp to track it, if there’s no response from there soon, it won’t be lost.”

“If he goes there, tell him to be careful, something’s off about that place.”

The storyteller frowned slightly: “What do you mean by something’s off?”

Wen Ting glanced at him, knowing that this younger void wasn’t aware of the truth about Ran Ming ruins, naturally not willing to reveal the power of the evil god encountered, sparing Ning Honghong unnecessary worry.

“Go back quickly, if you’re late and can’t find the coordinates, I sure won’t go on a second mountain trip.”

“Ooh, okay.”

The storyteller, knowing how difficult things were under a seeming calmness, dared not waste more words and nodded to leave.

“Hold on!” As he reached the stone gate, Wen Ting suddenly spoke.

“What now?”

“Tell him to just crash the Abyss Island into it, doesn’t he have the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit’s protection? No matter what, it should save his dog life.”

Needing use of the Heavenly Ancestor Spirit?

The storyteller’s heart stopped, feeling dryness in his throat: “He doesn’t have spiritual source right now… oh no, spiritual strength, can’t actuate the secondary plane door, let alone operate Abyss Island…”

“Waste!”

“Tch.” The storyteller sneered.

“Alright, alright, not a waste, go now!” Wen Ting said irritably, waving his leg.

The storyteller didn’t respond, not even saying goodbye, walking out with a worried expression and about to close the gate.

“Wait!”

“Now what?”

“Tell him… if he can’t fight, let him come back in person… yes, even jade scroll messages are okay… anyway, if he personally requests, I might… well, when one is in a good mood, maybe also do things outside the plan…”

The storyteller’s lips curled up slightly.

“But no promises!”

Wen Ting stood by the Sword Washing Pool on one leg, wriggling his butt around, left pointing with his leg and right pointing, finally pointing towards the Sword Washing Pool:

“I’m very busy.”

“I still have to give them a bath, might not have free time.”

“Whether to go out of the mountain… let him ask first, after all, I say differently.”

The storyteller lightly smiled: “Anything else?”

“Get lost!”

“Okay~”