Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1074 Long-Eyebrowed Sword Snatcher
All he needs to do now is to nurture the damaged sacred embryo until it is perfect and flawless, and then use it as a foundation to readjust and stabilize the white lotus Dharma form, so that it can achieve a deeper level of "unity" with himself, and then he can naturally enter the fourth realm.

Even the image of the Dharma form has long been revealed to the world, causing turmoil throughout the land.

Of course, Xu Xuan was not ungrateful for Bai Suzhen's earnest concern.

He immediately adopted the most serious expression imaginable and earnestly assured them:
"I am definitely practicing the orthodox 'Lotus Form' of our Pure Land School. My foundation is solid and my path is clear. You can rest assured."

Such an honest, obedient, and "righteous" answer instantly aroused Bai Suzhen's suspicion.

She frowned slightly, a warning bell ringing in her mind.

It shouldn't be.

Given this guy's personality, how could he possibly be so obedient and compliant?
Could it be that he was hit in the head by Yayu and hasn't fully recovered yet?
Out of caution, he reached out and pulled Xu Xuan back over. His fingertips flashed with spiritual light as he conducted a more thorough examination, afraid of leaving any hidden dangers.

This "heartwarming" interaction took place right here in the courtyard.

Another incident has occurred outside Luoyang.

On the outskirts of Mangshan, at the foot of a desolate mountain.

The little centipede spirit, acting on the orders of the Grand Preceptor, traveled all the way here using earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of magic or magic), and was preparing to sneak into the mountains to investigate.

Suddenly, he felt the earth's veins in front of him harden like iron, and there was a force of recoil!

Caught off guard, it crashed headfirst into it, seeing stars and getting a head full of bumps.

Pointing to the ground to become steel?!
Having suffered such a loss in silence, he was furious and burst out of the ground in a rage.

As soon as I peeked out, I saw a middle-aged Taoist priest dressed in ordinary clothes standing quietly on a large rock in front of me, looking at it indifferently.

"You old thing, how dare you block your centipede grandpa's way..." The little centipede demon, relying on the Crimson Su Sword Pill in his hand and his demonic magic, immediately started cursing.

However, the words were not finished yet.

The Taoist priest then pointed his fingers like a sword and casually made a sweeping motion in the air.

A sliver of sword light, refined to its utmost, seemingly capable of splitting light and darkness, flashed by and disappeared.

There was no earth-shattering fanfare, no dazzling lights or shadows.

The little centipede demon's voice abruptly stopped, and its enormous demonic body, along with its soul, vanished into the air like pencil marks erased by an eraser, leaving not a trace behind.

Being taken offline on the spot is a terrible situation.

Only a crimson sword pellet remained, hovering in mid-air, trembling slightly.

The Taoist priest beckoned, and the sword pellet obediently landed in his palm. He glanced down at it, confirmed it was exactly what he was looking for, and then turned to leave.

but……

Suddenly, eerie chanting filled the air!

The voice sounded solemn and dignified at first, but upon closer listening, it possessed a bewitching power, as if thousands of monks were whispering in one's ear at the same time, or as countless wronged souls were wailing in the underworld. It was a terrifying, deadly chant!

"As expected, someone is causing trouble near Luoyang! I'd like to see who dares to stir up trouble here!"

With this majestic and angry shout, eight burly lamas with ruddy complexions carried a luxurious Dharma carriage that shone with gold and was adorned with jewels and necklaces, and descended from the sky!

The scale of the event was astonishing, and its overwhelming presence completely dominated the area.

The Imperial Preceptor, Pudu Cihang, also arrived with a belly full of evil anger. Lately, everything had gone wrong; he was constantly being slapped in the face without anyone noticing, causing him great loss of face.

This has seriously damaged his personal image, and it is clear that the emperor's trust is gradually diminishing.

If you can't even subdue a demon or monster, what right do you have to boast about your supernatural powers and your ability to attain immortality?

Today I finally met someone who seems to be the "real deal," how could I let him go?
If we don't skin this guy alive, people will really think we're pushovers!
So after appearing, he didn't say a word and immediately launched a sneak attack with a deadly chant, intending to take the initiative and disrupt the opponent's mind.

Unfortunately, the nameless Taoist's will was terrifyingly firm. Faced with this deadly chant that could shatter the souls of ordinary cultivators, he didn't even flinch. His eyes remained as cold and clear as an ancient well, utterly icy and unmoved.

This nonchalant attitude deeply provoked Pudu Cihang.

It, which prides itself on being the number one demon among humans, has not personally taken action to establish its authority for a long time.

"Hmph! Stubborn!"

It immediately snorted coldly, and its body was filled with a burst of Buddhist light!

A colossal, majestic, yet subtly sinister golden "Buddha" image suddenly unfolded behind him, almost obscuring half the sky!
His face was like a full moon, silent yet filled with boundless compassion; the white hair between his brows shone like the light of crystal, illuminating the entire world.

The dark blue spiral bun, layer upon layer, seemed to hold the mysteries of the universe. Clad in a kasaya, woven with gold threads, every line a flow of wisdom, every fold a sedimentation of merit.

A vast expanse of golden Buddhist light filled the sky, enveloping the entire edge of Mangshan Mountain, accompanied by chanting and overwhelming power.

Even near Luoyang, the Buddha's shadow could be faintly seen, which was quite audacious.

"Since you have seen the Tathagata, why don't you bow down!"

When the Dharma Image spoke, its voice was like a booming bell. Although it was not the thunderous sound that subdued the Heavenly Demon, it still carried an undeniable majesty and spiritual pressure, rolling in.

The nameless Taoist remained expressionless despite the terrifying display of power.

He quickly calculated with his fingers, a knowing glint in his eyes.

It turns out that this demonic monk used the immense fortune of the human dynasty to conceal his demonic origins, which is why he was able to evade the heavenly investigation and remain hidden until now.

This explains why the monastery had not been discovered before.

It is normal for divination techniques to be hampered and at a disadvantage when faced with such a complex and intertwined destiny that affects the nation and countless lives.

Since the goal has been achieved, there is no point in getting entangled with this cursed being, as it may only bring more unnecessary trouble.

With his mind made up, the Taoist no longer hesitated. His figure suddenly became ethereal, transforming into a pure and extremely sharp azure sword light on the spot. Ignoring the overwhelming pressure of the Buddha's light, he was about to escape into the void!

When the Imperial Preceptor Pudu Cihang saw this, he was furious!
How dare this nameless Taoist priest treat me with such disregard?!

Do you think what I'm saying is bullshit?!
"Coming and going as you please?"

"How dare a mortal dynasty tolerate such a demon's insolence! Surrender now and await your fate!"

It roared angrily as it attacked.

The enormous "Buddha" image behind him moved accordingly, its thousand arms dancing, clearly the Thousand-Hand Buddha Palm! This palm technique takes its form from the Buddha, but its essence lies in the word "momentum." It is formed by combining a thousand physical arms, something that human cultivators simply cannot do.

The moment he made his move, the Buddha's light surged, and the palm shadows overlapped one after another, as if a thousand golden arms were reaching out from the void at the same time, sweeping towards the fleeing sword light in an overwhelming manner!

It was truly powerful and imposing, with a sense of covering the sky and blocking out all directions.

If this divine power were to fully materialize, this entire world would likely be completely enveloped by its palm strikes, making it difficult to escape. It is indeed an extremely powerful fighting technique.

However, the Taoist who transformed into sword light merely glanced back coldly, a hint of...disdain even flashing in his eyes.
Compared to the pure Buddhist and demonic techniques that Xu Xuan had previously displayed, this monstrous palm technique before him, though seemingly magnificent, was full of hypocrisy and impurity. It had the form but not the spirit, and was not worth mentioning at all.

Without great compassion, one is a false Buddha.

With a slight thought, the Crimson Su Sword Pellet that had just been retrieved suddenly lit up, its crimson sword light growing like the rising sun, growing longer in the wind, transforming into an incomparably condensed sword aura centipede.

With his finger as a guide, the Taoist revealed his profound swordsmanship in an instant. The sword light flowed, seemingly only one sword, yet it seemed to be divided into thousands, precisely meeting the myriad palm shadows in the sky.

A single sword can block a thousand hands!

Centipede, fighting Buddha!

Pudu Cihang was so angry that he trembled. "You Taoist, are you deliberately provoking me like this?"

Sword light and palm shadows collided and annihilated each other, emitting a dense, rain-like roar.

The Taoist priest fought and retreated, his figure still flying backward under the sword light, clearly unwilling to linger here any longer.

It wasn't out of fear of the Imperial Advisor, but rather out of concern that the commotion here would attract the real "troublemaker," Xu Xuan.

He knew about the lawless demon monk's journey north to participate in the imperial examinations, and based on Mangshan's familiar "disaster" style, he could roughly guess who the protagonist of this Yellow Springs Calamity was who was blown up by the imperial tomb.

If that guy comes upon hearing the news, the situation will probably be even more difficult to manage.

However, his effortless and maneuvering style made the Grand Preceptor look rather awkward in comparison.

Pudu Cihang was both shocked and furious: I am a top-tier demon with a name and a future destined to shock the entire cultivation world! My schemes and my power are far beyond what ordinary mountain cultivators can compare to.
But... where did this hermit Taoist priest come from?!

Such profound swordsmanship, such deep foundation?!

Under his sword, his own supernatural power seemed so clumsy and powerless!

The calamity entered his heart, and the anger and resentment that had been building up over the past three years suddenly exploded!
Pudu Cihang still retained its rationality and knew that it could not completely expose its demonic form here, but its anger was already burning. It immediately summoned the imperial dragon energy that was deeply entangled with itself, intending to use the power of human fortune to enhance its supernatural powers and kill this troublesome demon who appeared out of nowhere in one fell swoop!

A dragon's roar echoed over Luoyang, jolting the previously effortless crimson centipede into a slump, and slowing the smooth, flawless sword light.

Upon seeing this, the Taoist priest couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It's truly a case of bad luck and declining fortunes.

Today, all I wanted was to retrieve my family's treasured sword, yet I've encountered countless difficulties and setbacks.

How will they compete with Xu Xuan, whose luck is unpredictable and whose actions are even more unpredictable?
But the more you are in adversity, the more you must not give up! Only by breaking through these obstacles with overwhelming force can you find a glimmer of hope!
His eyes blazed with a fierce light, gathering a sharp sword intent that resembled two unsheathed divine swords, piercing straight ahead. His gaze seemed to pierce through illusion, directly fixing on the filthy demonic energy and twisted essence hidden beneath the enormous golden body of the Tathagata.

"Hmph, with the aura of the human emperor protecting you, I cannot kill you today."

The Taoist's voice was cold, tinged with disdain.

"But... I also want you to know what the pinnacle of humanity is, and what the limits of humanity are!"

"You, a monster hiding in the earth, clinging to life by borrowing the dynasty's fortune, dare to be my enemy?!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already sheathed the Crimson Sword.

The next moment, a pure white light, seemingly capable of dividing yin and yang and severing cause and effect, suddenly burst forth from his hand, like the sun in the sky, illuminating the entire horizon!
The white light flashed and disappeared in an instant, so swiftly it defied thought.

When the light faded, the majestic Buddha head of the Grand Preceptor's enormous Buddha image had disappeared, completely shattered into dust by the white light, revealing the grotesque and hideous centipede head shrouded in black mist!

That ugly face was now filled with disbelief, shock, and deep-seated fear!
Despite the protection of the imperial dragon aura, the severed Buddha image was rapidly wriggling and recovering, but the extreme fear of being at the mercy of the sword aura and having no control over life and death in that instant had been like a cold nail, deeply driven into its heart!

Damn it!

What did I catch while fishing? Or were they specifically targeting me?

Is the area around Luoyang no longer safe?
Then a long-forgotten, terrifying name suddenly surfaced in its mind, and it screamed, its voice shrill and piercing:
"It's you?!?!"

However, before it could react, a giant hand formed from pure white light disregarded the spatial distance and casually pressed down on the half-recovered golden body.

The Taoist's cold voice, like a decree of Heaven, pronounced its judgment:

"Water, fire, wind, thunder... Refine!"

In an instant, the four fundamental forces of earth, water, fire, and wind were forcibly activated, transforming into an endless torrent of destruction that swept the half-golden body and the demonic soul within it into a miniature purgatory filled with the most primal destructive power!

The majestic and imposing golden body of the Tathagata, which was filled with filth, melted away as quickly as if it were cast in wax, turning into a pool of viscous liquid that was constantly rolling and intertwined with golden light and black mist!
The black demon body, which was sealed away, suffered all kinds of torment from the burning of the soul by the earth fire, the corrosive effects of the weak water, the shattering of the soul by the gale, and the annihilation of the god by the divine thunder, emitting a silent and mournful wail.

Longbrow might show some mercy to his own good-for-nothing junior brother. But when it comes to enemies, has this once-powerful Master Longbrow, who once ruled Mount Shu and crushed demons with his sword, ever been utterly ruthless?

The Taoist priests of today have long since cast aside their past concerns, and they act with such decisiveness even when facing the dynasty's fortune.

This is both an awakening and a sharpening of the sword.

Xu Xuan has countless karmas, and so do you. Xu Xuan is a being of both Buddha and demon, while you are a demon in the guise of Buddha. Xu Xuan's methods are superb, while you barely survived.

It's barely suitable for sharpening swords.

The difference in mindset is too great, making it impossible to verify more methods.

"What a waste!"

After forcibly suppressing the so-called "national advisor" with his supreme magical power, Changmei didn't even bother to glance at the still struggling and twisting mass of golden-black liquid.

Without pausing, his figure transformed into a dazzling sword light, covering a thousand miles in an instant, shooting straight south!
Time to deliver the treasure.

Now only the Rabbit Sword Yang Soul remains on Bright Moon Mountain, but with the six swords intertwined, Zhou Qingyun will surely sense it.

Given Xu Xuan's abilities, he should be able to successfully retrieve the sword.

That will be a real decisive battle.

(End of this chapter)