I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

Chapter 3233: Chapter 1638: Yue the Recurring Calamity, Emperor’s Supreme Heart Technique Centennial Plan_3

“Brother-in-law, you should understand, I am concerned and thus confused!”

But…

These words…

Yue Gongli did not dare to speak out.

He no longer dared to face Bazhun’an, knowing that due to misunderstanding, he had regrettably become the chief culprit behind the fall of the Eighth Sword Immortal.

And whenever he thought of this, the person who had sent the “key intelligence,” the owner of the Heavenly Mechanism Puppet… no, the owner of Dao Xuanji, would be cursed in his heart again and again:

“Dao Xuanji!”

“You really deserve to die!”

…

Dao Qiongcang always believed he wasn’t someone who speaks ill of others behind their backs.

With Bazhun’an not speaking, and Yue Gongli not jumping out to object, he dared to declare directly in front of the two:

“Isn’t it so?”

“If you too were to be emotional, we could ignore the complex and unbelievable process in between, and think about the matter starting from the ‘result-based’ perspective: who benefits?”

With a snap of his fingers: “Yue Gongli!”

“What benefit is there for Dao Xuanji in accomplishing this? Defaming the Eighth Sword Immortal, stripping Yue Gongnu of her status as a successor of the Holy Emperor, but is she of such a nature that harms others without benefiting herself?”

“No! From a long-term perspective, this paves the way for the downfall of the Lei family, as you can no longer take action.”

“But the gain is too small! This isn’t like Dao Xuanji!”

“Who truly gained enormous profits from this matter then?”

With a snap, Dao Qiongcang again made a decisive statement:

“Yue Gongli!”

Xu Xiaoshou showed a shocked expression.

The fall of the Eighth Sword Immortal, it turns out, was not just about the battle of sword immortals.

Behind it was also a struggle between siblings, a struggle for the successor of the Holy Emperor?

Within a short time, too many chaotic thoughts flashed through his mind, bringing up that detestably bold Yue Gongli who dared to have a public c-section.

As for these matters, Dao Qiongcang seemed to have analyzed them a while ago, and merely focused on Xu Xiaoshou’s belly, methodically explaining:

“The heir to the Yue Clan Holy Emperor changed, with my sister losing power and having no chance of rising to the top.”

“Her child in the womb is theoretically the first successor, but one, not yet born, and two, tainted by foreign relations—mother demoted to Saint Servant, the child likewise.”

“Her line leaving, although I’m her brother, theoretically, should be taken away, but will it actually happen?”

“No! Not at all!”

“On the contrary, with neither mother nor child having a chance to rise, not only will I not be implicated, but I will be heavily relied on by my father, becoming the true successor of the Holy Emperor and future head of the Holy Emperor family!”

His voice thundered like a bolt from the blue, not only silencing Ba Xu and dazing Erzhu but also petrifying Yue Gongli right in the middle of the array wheel.

“Is that all?”

“No! That’s not yet ‘enormous profit’.”

But Dao Qiongcang hadn’t finished, snapping his fingers again, unfolding the underlying pros and cons:

“My sister gone, me her brother, dearly attached, the Eighth Sword Immortal detesting my clan, but a man who clearly distinguishes right from wrong, certainly won’t bear grudges against me, on the contrary, he will assist me.”

“The more he detests the Yue Clan, the more I can utilize such seeds of hatred, draw close and conspire with them, use them as a sword, form factions and eliminate inner clan obstacles.”

“Hidden Sword for thirty years, merely awaiting the day’s command, the stronger you are, the more smoothly I can use you later!”

Cao Erzhu’s soul body, overly shocked, muttered to himself, taken aback by the impact.

Yue Gongli silently tightened, the soul body in the array wheel shaking uncontrollably.

“Is this it?”

“No! There’s more!”

Dao Qiongcang again forcefully snapped his fingers:

“Ancient swordsman cares tremendously about his reputation, once the battle with Sword Deity Hua concludes, I’ll just inform him that your victory was not honorable, it was Dao Xuanji using me to help you.”

“With a single word, I denounce Dao heart, Hua will waste away for thirty years, even if he could wake up during, he must resent Dao Xuanji.”

“In this way, I can then borrow the unparalleled ghost sword of Yunshan Emperor Realm to strike towards Qianshi Emperor Realm, to serve as a counterbalance.”

“Ironically, these two families have been the most active in recent years, trying to threaten my Cold Palace Emperor Realm’s position; they should be suppressed once.”

“And the best way to suppress them, naturally, is to have them fight each other, and I benefit from their conflict!”

Cao Erzhu, eyes wide, felt humans shouldn’t be so, at least not to such an extent.

Yue Gongli’s soul body swelled, head bulging, surrounded by faintly flowing devilish energy, as if preluding a transformation into a demon.

“Is that all?”

“No, no, no, it isn’t!”

Dao Qiongcang again and again snapped his fingers, comprehensively and incisively:

“Calculating Dao Xuanji, if I succeed him later…”

“Just by staunchly protecting my sister but not saving him, outsiders know I love deeply yet am not hindered by emotions, a person highly capable of being used.”

“Just by resenting Dao Xuanji but not killing her, outsiders know I understand honor and grudges but discern right from wrong, not letting such trivial matters harm the relations with the five great aristocratic families of the Holy Emperor, a person of great breadth of mind.”

“With Bazhun’an to my left, Sword Deity Hua to my right, I can safeguard Cold Palace Emperor Realm for five hundred years; as long as public sentiment and reputation are with me, tell me, if I can’t achieve great things, who can?”

“And to achieve this, within this big picture of five hundred years, what do I need to do?”

“It’s not difficult, only to play the role of a messenger well, take a secondary role, just to say one phrase—one phrase is enough!”

At this point, Dao Qiongcang stopped, as Cao Erzhu’s face curved up in a slight smile, slowly focusing again on Xu Xiaoshou’s belly…

Suddenly panicking, looking around desperately, finally covering his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing in quietly and whispering:

“Bazhun’an, my sister is in trouble, return quickly.”