I Am Loaded With Passive Skills Chapter 2533: The Old Mischief's Discourse on Heaven and Earth (1)

Chapter 2533: The Old Mischief’s Discourse on Heaven and Earth (1)

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Guilan?

Dao Qiongcang was taken aback for a moment.

When his gaze fell upon the astrolabe in Yu Zhiwen’s hands, he recalled that this was the name she had given her astrolabe.

Young girls always chose such fancy names.

Just as “Little Star” was Yu Zhiwen’s exclusive Divine Puppet, “Guilan” was her frequently used astrolabe.

Of course, it was not nearly as good or practical as “Number Two” and “Divine Sinan,” nor was the name as fitting… but that was irrelevant.

Dao Qiongcang finally understood why the young girl bore a grudge!

In the Four Symbols Secret Realm, Yu Zhiwen had almost rushed out of the secret realm at the last moment. Who knew what she was up to?

At the critical moment, Dao Qiongcang activated the Divine Array hidden within Guilan to save her life.

Obviously, the young did not understand the painstaking efforts of their elders and were far from appreciative.

Dao Qiongcang sighed deeply.

The obedient girl from his memories was gone.

Her rebellious phase had arrived, albeit late!

“Is this why you’re mad at me?” Dao Qiongcang responded with a question instead of an answer.

This?

So, this was a trivial matter?

Yu Zhiwen clenched her small fists, the frustration swelling inside her. She opened her mouth…

And merely blew away strands of hair by her lips, muttering:

“I’m not… mad.”

She had even refrained from saying “How dare I get mad,” and her voice was barely a whisper.

The Hallmaster Dao looked frighteningly stern at this moment, even though his face remained expressionless. His most terrifying moments came when his face was devoid of emotion!

“Then you’re just being petulant?” Dao Qiongcang rephrased.

“I…” Yu Zhiwen felt stifled, and after a moment of inner turmoil, she burst out with rapid speech:

“You told me to speak!”

“When I speak, you tell me to speak less and do more.”

“When I stay silent, you accuse me of being sarcastic and tell me to be straightforward.”

“When I speak again, you say I’m throwing a tantrum… ugh, a fit… ah! I’m trying to discuss something serious with you, and you say, say…”

She stumbled over her words, her cheeks reddening, stomping her feet twice in frustration.

She wished she could dig a hole and bury her useless self who couldn’t even articulate properly.

Seeing the Hallmaster Dao’s expressionless face when she peeked through narrowed eyes, her anger deflated.

But she had come this far!

Whether she stepped forward or retreated, it would be the same.

Mumbling, Yu Zhiwen spat out the final words: “Now, you say my tone is wrong. Is it my problem or yours… ugh.”

With those words, she slumped, her shoulders drooping, her arms hanging limply, and her head bowed, perfectly embodying dejection.

Dao Qiongcang waited for a moment, ensuring she had finished, then said:

“So, are you just blowing bubbles? I didn’t understand a word.”

Crack!

Yu Zhiwen nearly ground her teeth to dust.

She clenched her fists tightly, then fiercely released them.

“I’m sorry, I was rash.”

“But that’s because I’ve been sick since yesterday…”

She casually made up a lie, knowing it was wrong, but she had no other choice.

Disheartened, she turned and walked away.

She didn’t want to speak anymore.

She vowed never to speak again.

As she had expected, no one paid attention to the real issues.

They only saw themselves!

Who would take a child seriously?

In their eyes, no matter how old she was, she was still a child!

A child’s Struggle for the Great Path was mere play, their mental battles were puzzles, and their Divine Secrets were tools for making toys…

She could have all the good things in the world.

But only under their control, because only then would she not encounter major problems.

So, when could she break free?

When she grew up.

And when would she be considered grown-up?

Silly child, growing up was not a bliss; in their eyes, she would always be a child.

No solution!

One Guilan, an act of protection.

Yu Zhiwen saw it clearly. Perhaps she should have thanked the Hallmaster Dao for his secret protection.

But what she wanted to express was not these things.

Equality, privacy, respect, freedom… these were what she wanted to discuss.

Gloom, rules, obstacles, constraints… these were what she felt.

She only hated her clumsy tongue, unable to articulate these clearly.

She hoped the intelligent Hallmaster Dao could infer her deeper meaning from her words, unlike the Supreme Master’s formulaic responses.

Hmph, so disappointing…

Mysterious and inscrutable were just that…

Step by step, Yu Zhiwen grew more aggrieved, her head bowed as if searching for her spiritual solace.

What would Xu Xiaoshou have done?

How could one escape this ever-tightening net? Was growth the only way?

Who could teach her to grow up…

“Come back!”

The Hallmaster Dao’s stern voice echoed behind her.

Yu Zhiwen rolled her eyes in secret, wiped away her tears, and composed herself, swiftly collecting all her negative emotions.

When she returned to the Hallmaster Dao’s presence, she was once again the obedient girl from Saint Mountain, her face a perfect poker face.

“Hallmaster Dao.”

“Sorry, I didn’t respect your privacy. I did tamper with your ast… uh, Guilan. That was wrong of me. I apologize,” Dao Qiongcang sighed.

“You were protecting me.”

“But it was still wrong. I am an unqualified elder, only considering things from my perspective and neglecting your feelings. I am not even as good as my sister,” Dao Qiongcang made a self-deprecating comparison he thought was funny.