I Am Loaded With Passive Skills Chapter 2602: Romance in the Air, Elder Dao’s Perfect Moment to Unite Hearts (2)

Chapter 2602: Romance in the Air, Elder Dao’s Perfect Moment to Unite Hearts (2)
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
—Until now, if Dao Qiongcang hadn’t mentioned it, few people on the continent would know that Bazhun’an had a child.
This was simply absurd!
“Isn’t it great?” Jin Ren didn’t need to speculate; just imagining it, he knew how terrifyingly talented that child must be. “Old Eighth’s talent, combined with the bloodline of the Holy Emperor—perhaps that child could break new ground, carve out a new path, and avenge his parents? Just thinking about it, it sounds like a legendary tale!”
“Kui Leihan also has a son. Has he broken new ground? Has Kui Leihan become obsolete?” Dao Qiongcang retorted with a question instead of an answer.
“Uh…” Jin Ren had never seen Cao Erzhu, but the answer seemed negative.
“Actually, I share the same thought as you,” Dao Qiongcang suddenly continued:
“The Holy Emperor’s aristocratic family practices a unique method of internal bloodline continuation. With each generation, the power diminishes, even if it seems negligible.”
“But over time, even if they still hold the position of Holy Emperor, the abilities of their descendants are far inferior to their ancestors.”
“Therefore, it’s impossible to perfectly inherit the power, which is the essential reason why high-level Holy Emperors have become increasingly rare.”
“This method of continuation itself has flaws. Unless, once every few generations, there appears a prodigy with talent comparable to the Ten High Nobles, who can reverse fate and restore the bloodline…”
Dao Qiongcang smiled mysteriously, “Do you know why the War of the Ten High Nobles ended after the previous generation?”
Jin Ren was startled.
Zhu Yike’s pupils dilated.
“Why?”
The two spoke simultaneously, one with surprise, the other with a weak voice.
Dao Qiongcang glanced at the cushion beneath him, his lips quirked up. “Divine secrets must not be revealed.”
Damn!
Jin Ren had always wanted to kill Elder Dao the Flamboyant, and now more than ever.
But at this moment, he was powerless to resist. It was strange that Dao Qiongcang was telling him all this.
He couldn’t let himself fall into the rhythm of Elder Dao the Flamboyant, so he abruptly asked:
“Dao Qiongcang, what about you? How old is your child?”
Zhu Yike’s pupils focused again, and he strained his abdomen, nearly sending the person on top of him flying.
Curiosity piqued…
Dao Qiongcang gazed at the night sky, murmuring, “Ten years old, I suppose.”
“What?” Jin Ren was dumbfounded. “You really have a child?”
“No.”
“Then where did you get ten years…”
“You asked, so I answered. Wouldn’t it be rude not to?” Dao Qiongcang chuckled.
“…” Jin Ren was speechless. Elder Dao was too cheeky.
“Alright, you’ve asked, now it’s my turn.” Dao Qiongcang lay back, arms behind his head, and turned to Jin Ren.
Jin Ren became vigilant.
Dao Qiongcang: “Xu Xiaoshou, do you want a child?”
Zhu Yike’s eyes lit up instantly, twisting his head so sharply that he nearly broke his neck, looking toward Lord Shou.
Lord Shou: “…”
Why did Elder Dao suddenly remind him of Aunt Xiang?
“Don’t want one? You don’t like children? Or you haven’t thought about having a descendant?” Dao Qiongcang pressed.
“…Not exactly.”
“So, you do want children. Who do you want them with?”
Didn’t this question seem overly direct?
Jin Ren didn’t know how to respond, how to counter such bluntness with equal wit.
“Let’s start with a fundamental question!” Dao Qiongcang was very serious, “Do you like men or women?”
“…”
Jin Ren’s spiritual senses scanned the surroundings, confirming they were indeed on Qingyuan Mountain, not in a dream.
How did such a topic come up?
The highest leaders of the First Pavilion in the Sky and the Holy Divine Palace, discussing such frivolous matters on Qingyuan Mountain?
If this spread…
The Night Battle at Qingyuan, fighting to the death over these trivial things?
“Even Senior Dao doesn’t have children. I’m still young, so I haven’t considered it yet.” Jin Ren chuckled.
“You and I are different,” Dao Qiongcang snorted disdainfully, saying with a haughty air:
“I am a noble descendant of the Holy Emperor, my bloodline determined by fate.”
“You are a lowly ant, with ordinary blood flowing in your veins… If you don’t find a good sacred physique to continue your bloodline, your children will likely achieve far less than you.”
“Under your reputation, anything ordinary would be a sin. They would probably die young.”
Jin Ren was furious.
He didn’t even have children yet!
And he was cursing them to die young?
“You idiot!” he cursed outright.
Dao Qiongcang didn’t mind, his eyes darting around, “But if you could pair with a Holy Emperor’s bloodline, even if it’s a lesser one, though not as pure as the Holy Emperor’s bloodline but still an extraordinary sacred physique… your descendants would definitely be exceptional!”
“What nonsense are you spewing?” Jin Ren sensed that Dao Qiongcang had some ulterior motive.
Dao Qiongcang rose with a smile.
“Sigh.” Zhu Yike felt a weight lifted off him and was eager to rise. Lord Shou’s future was of interest to everyone.
“Bang!”
Elder Dao’s fist slammed down.
Under the weapon prohibition order, Zhu Yike’s eyes rolled back as he fainted in anger.
Dao Qiongcang leaned down, his expression amiable, staring at the Divine Puppet with a chuckle.
“What do you think of Little Yu?”
Jin Ren’s mind went blank momentarily.
“?”
So that’s what Dao Qiongcang was getting at?!
“Little Yu? Which Little Yu?”
“Which other Little Yu could it be? Do you have many Little Yus? Isn’t there only Yu Zhiwen who treats you well?” Dao Qiongcang sneered.
“…”
“What, she doesn’t treat you well?” Dao Qiongcang seemed surprised, pulling out numerous reports:
“In the White Cave, surrounded by the red-clothed people, she called out and saved your life, right?”