I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Just like him, this young master has also been to the White Cave and has his own opinions and insights.”

There was a smile in the eyes of Mei Siren but he did not comment.
He lightly tapped on his folding fan and said, “This old man doesn’t know what little friend Fuji was asking, but if… this little friend’s deduction is true, indeed, there is only one person in the world who can wield the sword while cultivating the Hidden Sword Technique, and that person is Bazhun’an!”

As Mei Siren spoke, he looked at Xiao Wanfeng and asked, “Little friend, what is your name?”

Xiao Wanfeng suddenly felt uneasy, and his face flushed red.

“This junior Xiao Wanfeng greets Master Siren!”

Mei Siren walked forward and asked kindly, “Are you willing to be my disciple?”

“?”

Xin Gugu was stunned.
Is he really the Seven Sword Deity? Why is he taking in disciples everywhere?

He was still immersed in the puzzling conversation between the three of them.
Just a moment ago, he saw that Master Siren had a gloomy expression on his face.
It was as if he was about to end the boastful Xiao Wanfeng.

Why is Master Siren taking him in as a disciple all of a sudden?

“I…”

Much to everyone’s surprise, Xiao Wanfeng did not choose to kowtow when faced with such a sudden opportunity.
Instead, he wore an awkward expression and was full of hesitation.
“Senior, I, I…”

“You don’t want to?”

Mei Siren and the others were also stunned when they saw this fellow’s reaction.

What is going on today?

He has always been successful in accepting disciples, but today, he was rejected twice in a row?

“Yes!”

Xiao Wanfeng struggled internally for a long time.
He gritted his teeth and braced himself as he said, “This junior is indeed very confused about the way of the sword and wants to get an answer.
However, if you want me to acknowledge you as my master… I won’t hide it from you, senior.
What Young Master Xu said is actually what this junior thinks in his heart.
I want to walk my own way of the sword!”

Acknowledging a master meant that he had to learn the way of the sword of the teacher.

However, for Xiao Wanfeng, he had already summed up his own path through more than ten years of trial and error.

Of course, it is naturally better to have solutions to his problems.

However, if he gave up on the path he has chosen now and turned around to learn the way of the Seven Sword Deity, perhaps one day in the future, he might really become the next Seven Sword Deity and become the successor of Mei Siren.

However, as long as Mei Siren did not become a saint, he, Xiao Wanfeng, would not be able to break through the path of Mei Siren and surpass him.

To Xiao Wanfeng, the Eighth Sword Deity is his idol.

What he wants is to follow the path of the Eighth Sword Deity, stand on the shoulders of his predecessors, and walk his own way of the sword.

To put it simply…

He is ambitious!

He is unwilling to be mediocre!

Today, even if the Bazhun’an wants to take him, Xiao Wanfeng, in as a disciple, he will immediately reject it.

Although sword cognition can be very tempting, but what if the Eighth Sword Deity could not step out of that in the end too?

In this world, there is only one person who could truly ascend to godhood with their way of the sword.

That is the true legend of the Holy Sword Land of the eastern region — the deity of the Sword, Gu Louying!

Perhaps at this moment, Xiao Wanfeng was too embarrassed to say the real reason why he refused to become a disciple, but he clearly realized it…

Every swordsman wants to rely on their own way of the sword to become a deity, and there are very few who could truly follow their heart from the beginning to the end and not be tempted by external things.

The Eighth Sword Deity is one, but the others…

Seemed to be gone.

“However, I, Xiao Wanfeng, want to be the second!”

The invitation from Mei Siren to take him in as a disciple turned into a gust of wind that steadied Xiao Wanfeng’s lonely boat.

Xiao Wanfeng’s heart was whistling.

He could not say it out loud, but his piercing gaze met the questioning gaze of Mei Siren.

Even if he rejected his offer, Xiao Wanfeng was not afraid at all.

“Hahaha…” Mei Siren suddenly raised his head and laughed.

He felt really happy.

He wanted to accept two disciples today, yet he was rejected twice.

But the long-lost joy in his heart felt incredibly wonderful.

As a matter of fact, he didn’t know when this has all started, but accepting disciples has turned into a method for him to test the true heart of a swordsman.

The opportunity given by the Seven Sword Deity is indeed a real opportunity for every swordsman.

However, for the swordsman who truly has the ultimate direction, it is a roadblock, a stumbling block!

Those who could not reject him did not make the wrong choice.

Because they know that their future is limited, hence they chose to take a shortcut recognized by the world and step onto the peak from a different angle.
What is wrong with that?

However, for a swordsman who truly presses himself forward, a roadblock is a roadblock, and a stumbling block is a stumbling block.

To put it bluntly, a sword deity is only a sword deity.

He is not a sword saint, nor is he the god of the sword!

Those who rejected him could be said to be unappreciative and ambitious.
It is not uncommon for 99.99% of them to give up halfway.

But for the rest, even if only one person succeeded…

His future achievements would definitely be above that of the Seven Sword Deity!

“Xiao Wanfeng…”

Mei Siren muttered and patted the youth’s shoulder.
“I respect your choice.
During this period of time, I will still be here.
If you have any questions regarding the way of the sword, you can come and ask me anytime.”

With that, he turned around and left.

“Thank you, senior!”

Xiao Wanfeng was overjoyed and immediately bowed to express his gratitude.
The veins on his hand that was tightly gripping the wooden sword were so excited that they were bursting out.

Fortunately, he did not have any spiritual source.

Otherwise, if he lost his composure at this moment, the wooden sword that has accompanied him along the way would probably break.

“Good guy…”

Xu Xiaoshou really thought highly of this youth.

He rejected Mei Siren because he has the “Sword technique expertise”.

However, Xiao Wanfeng resisted the temptation with his own willpower.

How many sword cultivators in the world would choose to reject Master Siren’s “are you willing to be my disciple”?

“Congratulations, all roads lead to Rome, but you chose the most difficult one.
You might have to put in an extra hundred years of hard work for it, and you might even fall short in the end and have your way of the sword completely collapsed.” Xu Xiaoshou congratulated Xiao Wanfeng with a click of his tongue and a sigh.

“Isn’t it the same for Young master Xu?” Xiao Wanfeng smiled.
At this moment, his heart towards the path he has chosen is firm, and his back is straight.
He feels that his future is limitless.

Rejection.
A new life… suddenly became equivalent.

After all, he had rejected even the Seven Sword Deity.
In this world, what else can mess up my heart towards the path I choose?

“We’re different…”

Xu Xiaoshou laughed and didn’t say anything else.
He wanted to find Xin Gugu and prepare a room for the disheartened Master Siren.

However, when he turned around, Xin Gugu had already run to the Elder.

“Senior, senior, as the saying goes, if you don’t fight, you won’t get to know each other.
Even though I didn’t show you much respect outside just now, and even though I’ve never carried a sword to battle before.”

“But as the old saying goes, the best time to plant a tree, other than ten years ago, is now.”

Xin Gugu grabbed onto Mei Siren’s robes and bowed, his voice dripping with tears.
“The two of them don’t know how to appreciate favors and rejected senior.
I’m different.
I want to learn the sword, please accept me as… Slap!”

“Slap!”.

Mei Siren’s folding fan made Xin Gugu’s left cheek turn red and sent his words flying.

“Shut up.”

“UH, senior, this junior isn’t joking.
It’s fine if you were rejected, look at me.
Don’t think that I’m old just because I’m a sovereign.
Actually, that’s because I’m a prodigy.
I’m not much older than Young master Xu.
I can still learn the sword now…”

“Slap!”

With another sound, Xin Gugu’s right face was also smacked red.

He was about to cry.
“That’s not right.
Why is it that the two of them were accepted, but not me? I’m not convinced.
I’m also very powerful.
I can send that Xu…”

“Satirized, passive points, + 1.”

Xu Xiaoshou’s whip flew out with a swish.
Xin Gugu’s body spun, his limbs spread out like a star shape as he was embedded into the wall.

“Thud!”

A loud sound rang out in the hall.

Xiao Wanfeng’s eyelashes fluttered, and his body trembled.
While looking at Xin Gugu, who was almost whipped to death, his heart trembled for no reason.

“What, what’s going on? He, he, he… isn’t he a sovereign?”

“He flew away just like that?”