I Am Loaded with Passive Skills

"Dao Qiongcang?"

Before the icy table, Yue Gongnu remained seated, though a flicker of astonishment inevitably surged in her eyes.

But as if recalling something, she quickly accepted the reality of Dao Qiongcang appearing in the Cold Prison dressed as a woman—this was entirely normal.

Yuegong Hui, however, could not accept it!

The pain of a sword piercing his throat now gave rise to an uncontrollable terror in his heart!

"Dai'er..."

"Dao Qiongcang..."

How could this be the same person?

How could this possibly be the same person!

Thinking back to what the old man had done to him earlier... Yuegong Hui's thoughts nearly ceased altogether.

Opposite him, the man walked step by step, unhurriedly.

If you only looked at his face, he was extraordinarily handsome, his complexion jade-like, his eyes luminous like stars—an image of a suave gentleman.

But if your gaze shifted downward...

Actually, even without looking downward, it was impossible to ignore his lofty chest, the slender waist delicate enough to grip.

He had only removed the mask from his face.

His dress remained intact!

His shoulders were still as smooth as snow, his allure tantalizing.

Those two long, rounded, supple legs laid bare emanated a deadly charm, drawing Yuegong Hui to dangerous thoughts.

"No, impossible..."

In his chaotic mind, only a relentless looped thought remained, captured by his fantasies of Miss Dai'er's delectable body.

Yuegong Hui made no move to resist; this Dao Dai'er was already standing before him, leaning in close, her fragrance permeating the air—only to clamp a collar around his neck.

"What is this!"

The icy sensation snapped him to reality.

Yuegong Hui jolted awake, only to find his body had gone limp, his Holy Power rendered inactive.

"A dog leash—the Kui Leihan special edition."

"Once you wear this, your status instantly elevates." A man's voice!

Yuegong Hui lowered his head in despair, noticing an iron ring now around his neck, adorned with multiple black command tokens.

Clutching one to examine, he saw the word "Forbidden" engraved upon it.

"Dog tags. Don't bother looking further; you're completely done for."

No—

Yuegong Hui roared in anguish, but he discovered even his voice refused to cooperate.

Wearing the Weapon Prohibition Order for the first time—and multiple tokens at that—its effects were unbearably oppressive, forcing him into an almost incontinent state.

He clenched his muscles desperately, barely preserving the remnants of his dignity before the two figures.

Rustling sounds, faint disruptions...

Dao Dai'er squatted down casually without hesitation, seeming unbothered by the fact she was still wearing a dress, leaning over as her hands roamed over Yuegong Hui's body.

Yuegong Hui twitched violently, spasming uncontrollably.

Observing this, Yue Gongnu tilted her head back slightly from behind the icy table, her brows furrowing involuntarily, her lips parting as though she meant to speak, only to hold her tongue.

"Found it, oh!"

Dao Dai'er swiftly retrieved a Passing Jade Pendant from Yuegong Hui's body, triumphantly waving her clenched fist before tucking the pendant into her chest and standing upright.

Simultaneously, losing the protection of the Passing Jade Pendant, while under the Cold Prison's rules and the collar's suppression, Yuegong Hui found himself unable to endure...

"Pffft, pffft, pffft!"

A foul stench spread throughout the prison cell.

"Dao Qiongcang!"

Yue Gongnu's fingers tightened slightly, pressing against the strings of the zither.

She could accept the bewildering developments unfolding before her.

Yet at this moment, there wasn't even a hint of spiritual source within her body—even if she could hold her breath instantly, how long could she manage?

"Clack."

Dao Dai'er, without turning her head, tossed a small array wheel at the disgraced elder.

The array wheel activated, showing no trace of spiritual energy fluctuation, merely altering the direction of the airflow faintly to redirect it toward Yuegong Hui.

"Qi Absorption Array—don't worry, the smell won't spread."

"You won't smell it, nor will anyone outside the cell be drawn here by it."

"This array wheel doesn't pertain to 'spiritual' or 'Path'—it simply guides the wind imperceptibly. It won't attract the Cold Prison's rules to investigate anomalies—this doesn't qualify as an anomaly. After all, even walking creates wind."

Yue Gongnu remained unable to breathe.

Objectively speaking, perhaps the stench was truly undetectable, but from her subjective experience, she opted to hold her breath nonetheless.

But none of this mattered!

Listening to just a few sentences, Yue Gongnu became even more certain of the visitor's identity:

Someone capable of controlling details with such precision, even bringing out something as low-grade as a "Qi Absorption Array Wheel" in the face of a demi-saint.

This indicated meticulous preparation.

This indicated that even Yuegong Hui's disgrace, even her annoyance, might have been premeditated.

Who else could it be but Dao Qiongcang?

"Where's Dai'er..."

"Relax, she's in a very safe place. Not a single hair on her head will be harmed."

"Since when..."

"Relax, it wasn't from the start—I'm not disgusting enough to follow you since childhood, nor did I endure the repulsion of serving your brother... Dai'er has only been under my control recently."

"I won't leave with you!" Interrupted twice, Yue Gongnu still appeared composed.

"Don't speak too soon—being proven wrong isn't a pleasant experience." The figure opposite spoke with genuine indifference.

"No matter the cause, no matter the reason!"

"But there are always certain people, certain events, that make you abandon principles and act against convention, aren't there?"

"..."

Yue Gongnu opened her mouth but failed to respond.

Dao Dai'er, glancing around with a smile, found no chair and simply sat atop the icy table, revealing a portion of a smooth, flawless thigh.

With her orchid fingers, she reached for the ancient zither; Yue Gongnu flinched away prematurely, allowing Dao Dai'er to pluck the strings to her heart's content.

"Zeng..."

The string's resonance echoed, its reverberation lingering poignantly.

Dao Dai'er, half-smiling, gazed at the forced humility of the once-pristine white lotus before him, his lips curving slightly as he remarked:

"The taste of losing control—if it's as dull as ashes, who would dare risk peril and trespass the forbidden?"