I Am Loaded with Passive Skills Chapter 3890 - 1867: Borrowing Prestige

"Golden goblets and jade cups filled with Immortal Brew, offered to martial arts world comrades."

"No matter how uncertain your future, let your worries be eased by threefold."

Spirit Lake expands vastly, encompassing the Five Lakes and Four Seas, reaching cultivators across Shengshen Continent, all can hear this voice.

When they lift their eyes, there’s no need for Zhang Xing to project the scene; everyone can see the image of Bazhun’an in a white robe, raising his cup skyward, smiling as he drinks the wine first.

"Wow!"

Regardless of the intention behind this act.

The sincerity of his emotions and the boldness of his spirit have already ignited the emotions of people from the Five Domains, stirring them to their peak.

"Oh my heavens, the Eighth Sword Immortal offers wine to drink?"

"Huh? I am included too? Aren’t ancient sword cultivators supposed to abstain from alcohol, why did Bazhun’an himself break the rule first?"

"Hahaha, I just broke through to Innate Sword Intent yesterday, I’ve been acknowledged by the Eighth Sword Immortal, I am an ancient swordsman!"

"This wine... what a good wine! As expected of Immortal Brew, it’s truly great wine! Thick upon entrance, fiercely overpowering, cough... cough cough! A real man should be like this!"

"You all drank? Isn’t that improper, I cultivate the sword, I’ve heard drinking disrupts the sword, been abstaining for over thirty years... hiss! What a great wine! Delightful!"

"Haha, what a saying, ’No matter how uncertain your future, let your worries be eased by threefold’, what nonsense of abstention, I also broke it today, let drink to show respect first!"

Elsewhere in the Five Domains, within sects and clans, it’s indeed difficult to find a single cup of wine, given that most are spiritual cultivators.

Yet places like Burial Sword Tomb, Fringe Moon Immortal City, Feng Family City are gatherings for ancient swordsn.

At this ti, the sky filled with golden goblets, a fragrant aroma wafting through the city, and Bazhun’an being the first to drink it dry...

The Eighth Sword Immortal offers wine!

This gesture, who would dare refuse?

Though all ancient sword cultivators across regions hesitated initially, especially those from the Eastern Region, most well know Bazhun’an’s earlier statent:

"A drunken sword leads to a chaotic man."

Back then, ancient swordsn emulated each other, maintaining decades of abstinence, now hesitating and undecided.

But today, the Eighth Sword Immortal voluntarily breaks the rule, undeniably making a statent to the world: disregard the past, look to the present.

"Was the past wrong?"

As the fiery wine enters and burns past the throat.

Scorching not only the mouth and throat, but also the unwavering will of ancient swordsn’s past.

"No comfort for the future, first comfort for the heart’s worries, I understand! I feel the Eighth Sword Immortal’s true intentions!"

"This wine, he intends to tell us, rules and rituals are insignificant, swordsn should first cultivate the true heart, if blindly sticking to ’A drunken sword leads to a chaotic man’, isn’t one just trapped by such a rule?"

"Disregarding the presence gods and Buddhas, not only disregarding all heavenly gods and Buddhas, even secular established customs might be wrong, no matter if Bazhun’an proposed it first!"

"Brother, what you say is reasonable, but since Bazhun’an drank first in respect, I choose to forgive him."

"Good! Since you forgive Bazhun’an, I too forgive Bazhun’an!"

"Ah? You all forgive him? Then I forgive too!"

"Then I’ll also..."

Not interacting with the world for thirty years, upon reentering the world, he firstly negates his past self in front of the Five Domains.

Whether this is good or bad, actually few people know, nor are they bothered to delve deeply.

All they know is the golden goblet is before them, Bazhun’an shows face; this lifeti’s most precious drink might just be this cup.

If still holding back, truly one is foolish beyond compare!

Those with wine, after hesitating, drink it all in one go.

But the number of ancient swordsn of the Five Domains is small, those without wine, upon seeing the ever-backed ancient swordsn among them start to drink boldly, each gaze begins to blaze.

"It’s just a cup of wine, yet you act this way, looks like you’ll swallow the cup down too, is it necessary?"

"Haha! What Immortal Brew? It’s surely been aged long, without tasting, I know it’s sour!"

"Bazhun’an lacks vision, why offer only to ancient swordsn? He cultivates, I cultivate, why not offer to , a fellow cultivator too?"

"Then I choose Sword Deity Hua!"

"You choose Sword Deity Hua? Then I choose Sword Deity Hua too!"

"Wait, why do you choose Sword Deity Hua? Sword Deity Hua didn’t even offer wine to ancient swordsn..."

...

All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion.

Xu Xiaoshou didn’t expect Bazhun’an’s wine to be gifted into the pavilion, to him directly.

He’s negotiating with Kong Yuhen!

The Reincarnation Gate can be given, as Kong Yuhen gathers the Six Gates to reshape ti, it’s not a bad thing.

As for Origin True Stele: War, Origin True Stele: Dragon, he has obtained them, and Origin True Stele: Sky also taken from Demon Ancestor.

Origin True Stele: Sword seems still in Sword Tower, did You Tu see it?

All needed Origin True Steles of the Reincarnation Four Ancestors have been attained.

Regarding Sword Tower, Xu Xiaoshou plans to go with Li Fuyu, deciding after this battle!

For those ancestors still alive, he hasn’t dared to make those moves.

Whether Origin True Stele: Ti remains in All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, Xu Xiaoshou has begged relentlessly.

Kong Yuhen doesn’t clearly indicate he has it, yet doesn’t bring it out either.

Xu Xiaoshou wishes Kong Yuhen to accompany him to the River of Ti, to et War Ancestor, Heavenly Ancestor, Dragon Ancestor, securing the Three Great Divine Incarnations before discussing "Origin True Stele: Ti."

Negotiations heat up, petty bickering by both sides each perceiving the other as stingy, Bazhun’an erges gifting wine!

"Weren’t you out fighting?"

This white-robed old Bazhun’an’s half-body image, let’s admit, sensational to the extre—the exit from the pavilion wasn’t even in this attire, when did he change?