I Am Loaded with Passive Skills Chapter 3694 - 1795: The Game

"Wh-what kind of ga is it?"

Ping’er looked away awkwardly; Young Master Li seed different today, like he had beco a different person.

A group of maids surrounded them; one played the zither, another heated wine, while yet another peeled spiritual fruit for feeding...

Upon hearing this, they all paused in unison and cast surprised glances.

Young Master Li appeared carefree, but at the Tingyu Pavilion, he was rather serious.

He usually discussed important matters, rarely indulging in "ga" ti like this.

After today’s nurous occurrences with the envoy from the Yunshan Emperor realm, he felt invigorated instead?

Xu Xiaoshou squinted his fox-like eyes, chuckling, "A fantasy ga."

Fantasy...

Ping’er’s cheeks turned a rosy red instantly.

"Young Master, what kind of fantasy ga is it? Can we, besides Ping’er, also join?" A maid offering grapes asked eagerly, her gaze revealing ambition.

"Of course, everyone can join in, the more the rrier."

Xu Xiaoshou generously accepted a grape without swallowing, chewing slowly, "Have you all been to the Mournful Emperor realm?"

Seven people playing...

And fantasizing about playing in the Mournful Emperor realm...

Ping’er clutched her sleeves tightly, feeling incredibly tense, afraid to look around. Her vision narrowed to just Young Master Li’s handso face, spilling charming fragrance.

"No."

The maids shook their heads collectively.

They were born in the Cold Palace Emperor realm, selected by the Tingyu Pavilion in their youthful bloom at sixteen or seventeen.

Henceforth, they primarily shuttled among Tingyu Pavilion, the Spiritual Site, and their hotown, always trodding the sa path.

Forget the Cold Palace Emperor realm; even the emperor realm’s own scenic beauties hadn’t all been explored.

"It doesn’t matter if you haven’t been there; it’s called ’fantasy’ after all."

Xu Xiaoshou anticipated this, "Having been with for so ti, handling many matters big and small, you must have heard things."

"Now..." He clapped hands, appearing to set the tempo, looking at the maids, "Starting now, it’s fantasy ti."

The maids gathered closer in a mix of tension and anticipation.

Young Master Li squinted and smiled, "Imagine, suppose you now possess combat power comparable to a Holy Emperor and must challenge experts in the Mournful Emperor realm, what are you most afraid of?"

Huh?

The maids froze.

Young Master Li regarded them seriously, raising a finger, "Each person only ntions their greatest fear; no additional words."

"Oh, so it’s this kind of fantasy..."

Ping’er subtly shrugged her fragrant shoulders and discreetly exhaled in relief, feeling both lightened and a tad disappointed.

"What other kind of fantasy could it be?" Xu Xiaoshou overheard her mumbling, helpless as she was closest.

Goodness, is shoulder massaging necessary to sit astride ?

What a decadent life Yue Gongli leads daily, this damned seductive fox...

After initial disappointnt, the maids quickly fell into the ga rhythm, each starting to "fantasize":

"The Mournful Emperor realm seems eerie; it’s so terrifying. My biggest fear must be all those small Bei... life forms there."

"Why so?" Xu Xiaoshou looked at the grape-feeding girl.

"Didn’t Young Master Li ntion, there are many small Bei Huai there, all creations from the Great Beihuai’s life research, so with human heads and snake bodies, others with lion faces and plant hosts, resembling haphazard assembly, till it’s horrifying to imagine, boo hoo hoo..."

Xu Xiaoshou was taken aback.

He anticipated Bei Huai’s actions but not to this extent, indeed quite revolting.

"What’s so frightening? Boo hoo hoo, it’s just so ghost beasts, right?" Xu Xiaoshou moved on from her, "Next."

" !"

A zither-playing girl raised her hand from the back, finding the ga interesting and wanting to voice her ideas before her sisters:

"I’m most afraid of what Young Master Li ntioned, the Mournful Emperor realm having no living soul; those small Bei Huai are all Great Beihuai’s body of consciousness clones, even plants possess life activity."

"Even for a Holy Emperor, traversing the Mournful Emperor realm feels omnipresently observed; I can’t bear being watched by countless eyes, it’s the scariest feeling!"

She clenched fists, motivating herself, clearly already envisioning training stages in the Mournful Emperor realm.

This terrifying?

Xu Xiaoshou thought it ludicrous to have no living person there?

Dao Qiongcang had Graced Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe’s Path Division with Divine Puppet allocations, leaving only Yu Zhiwen, already quite twisted.

And Bei Huai...

The entire Mournful Emperor realm?

Is he even human; aren’t there compatriots there?

"Shuangshuang’s sister makes sense; I’m also afraid of this; didn’t Young Master Li ntion, if Sword Deity Bei never went to Yunshan Emperor realm seeking the sword, he’d now be a ghost beast host body?" The wine heating maiden shuddered as she spoke, "What oppression; unimaginable..."

Truly did he refine all his kin?

Xu Xiaoshou wasn’t fully aware of such private matters regarding the Mournful Emperor realm; Dao Qiongcang hadn’t delved that deep.

The zither-playing Shuangshuang inspired public discourse.

Maids began conversing in overlapping dialogue, all resonating deeply with Xu Xiaoshou listening quietly.

From their words portraying the Mournful Emperor realm, he visualized a dark, oppressive landscape with watchful, ubiquitous eyes lurking like purgatory.

"The most terrifying thing should be the ancient japonicum, right?"

A maids towards the right held a flute and with reddish lips, sparkling green gem-like eyes:

"Young Master Li often ntions, the Mournful Emperor realm owes its existence to the ancient japonicum; ancestral trees persist, Mournful never dies."