Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 1075 Six Swords Resonance
Boom——!
A muffled explosion followed, accompanied by scorched earth and rocks flying everywhere and the lingering aftershocks of the fire and wind.

Pudu Cihang staggered out of the ravaged ruins in a very disheveled state.

The magnificent and solemn kasaya he wore had turned into charred strips of cloth, barely hanging on his body, and the imperial carriage that symbolized supreme authority had been completely reduced to charred charcoal emitting blue smoke.

The eight "sons" carrying the sedan chair had been completely annihilated in the terrifying refining process, their remains turning into various charred inorganic substances.

Even his own demonic body was charred black in many places, with the skin torn and flesh torn in many places, and even emitting a mixture of burnt and strange... meaty smell?
The aroma wafted on the wind, carrying for miles.

At this moment, the "Imperial Advisor" who held sway over the court of the Great Jin Dynasty had a face as dark as the bottom of a pot, his eyes filled with lingering fear, humiliation, and boundless rage.

Great!
Near Luoyang, aided by the imperial dragon energy, it thought it was almost invincible.

Unexpectedly, after losing the first move, he was completely suppressed by the terrifying white sword energy and the refining power that followed. After falling into a disadvantageous position, he had no chance to turn the tide and was crushed all the way to such a miserable state.

What a swift sword! What a ruthless scheme! What a powerful person!

However... after calming down and thinking about it carefully, it seems... understandable that I've ended up in this situation.

If it weren't for the deep bond with the Great Jin Dragon Qi, which granted him near-immortality and protection, given the opponent's overwhelming killing power, he probably wouldn't even be qualified to stand before him.

What shocked it even more was that it knew the other person.

Long eyebrows?!
That righteous leader who had long since vanished with the destruction of Mount Shu!

Long ago, Pudu Cihang had a "fight" with Changmei.

To be precise, it was when it was secretly spying on Mount Shu that it was struck from afar by the Haotian Mirror raised by Changmei, which was thousands of miles away, and it was almost completely destroyed on the spot.

Only then did it truly understand that the so-called peak combat power of the human world was something that it could not comprehend through its "same realm" accumulated over the years and by taking shortcuts.

It was after that beating and the subsequent beatings that Pudu Cihang learned his lesson and devised a long-term conspiracy to infiltrate the imperial court, seize the dragon's energy, nourish himself with the fortune of humanity, and conceal the secrets of heaven.

In a way, it can be considered a different kind of "inspiration".

But to my utter surprise, when we met again after so many years, it ended with me being beaten up without any doubt!
Leaving aside why Changmei reappeared after the destruction of Shushan, and what his purpose was.

Speaking of the difference in combat power alone... well, it's still huge.

But it's no longer as hopeless and unattainable as it was back then.

Yes, although he was once again beaten up by the Long-Browed Master and suffered a miserable fate, upon closer reflection, he felt that this time was different from the past.

They managed to exchange a few moves, but in the end, he was just one move behind, his strength failing him.

Moreover, that seemingly terrifying refining of water, fire, wind, and thunder didn't actually kill me, did it?

It just looks a bit disheveled and has suffered some minor damage.

At this moment, under the continuous blessing of the imperial dragon energy, the surrounding天地元气 (heaven and earth energy) surged in rapidly like a river overflowing its banks, nourishing the damaged demon body.

Even the mind that had been slightly damaged by the fierce sword intent was quickly restored under the soothing dragon energy.

Even more remarkable was the fact that the shattered and refined golden body of the Tathagata was now radiating golden light and completely reshaped. This terrifying regenerative power, relying on the dynasty's fortune, greatly reassured Pudu Cihang.

It seems that the path I chose—"stealing dragon energy and using humanity to nurture demons"—was indeed the right one!

All that remains to be done is to push forward the plan as soon as possible and accelerate the process of transforming into a dragon.

Because... if we don't hurry, His Majesty the Jin Emperor... might not be able to hold on much longer.

Unexpectedly, the part of my plan that seemed least likely to go wrong has now encountered a huge crisis.

Faced with this erosion of the dynasty's very foundation, even it felt somewhat powerless, as this was not a problem that could be solved simply by force.

If only Yu Gong were still here. An absurd thought popped into my head, then I dismissed it.

If Yu Gong were here, it wouldn't dare to refine elixirs for court officials.

The workings of Heaven are so mysterious and cruel. In a vast and intricate system, often just a slightly larger stone thrown into a key node can trigger a chain reaction, blocking other parts from moving.

Not to mention, what's falling now isn't just pebbles, but a giant boulder falling from the sky; what's meant to crumble will eventually crumble.

The Imperial Advisor was filled with mixed emotions, including overwhelming anger towards Changmei and a secret joy at the validation of his own path.

Carrying the lingering smell of burnt food, it returned to Luoyang City with a gloomy face, preparing to begin its seclusion and quickly refine the last few batches of key divine pills related to the grand plan of transforming into a dragon.

As for the urgent inquiries from the palace caused by the sudden flash of golden light and violent fluctuations in the vital energy in the northern sky...

Pudu Cihang remained unfazed and calmly instructed his trusted aide:
"Go and report to His Majesty that I have investigated the truth at Mangshan and personally killed several White Lotus Sect villains who were causing trouble. The commotion just now was caused by the battle of magic."

Yes, after numerous practical tests, the national expert has long since mastered a set of "standard procedures" for solving difficult and complicated problems.

Why is it that the White Lotus Sect is so convenient and useful as a scapegoat?
As for the Long-Browed Immortal, he didn't care at all how that little trash was plotting behind his back, and simply transformed into a sword light, flying south all the way.

He only stopped when he reached the edge of Wu County and was close to the Qiantang region.

This time, they learned from the lesson of the Yangpo Sword incident. Back then, in an attempt to show off, they threw the sword from afar within Sichuan, only to have it intercepted by the Moon Rabbit halfway. This time, they were wiser, going directly to the core edge of Baoan Hall's territory to ensure a safer outcome.

"If that's the case, how could the Crimson Su Sword have encountered an accident halfway through..." Long-browed man stood on the cloud, thinking expressionlessly, "Then I shall defy the heavens."

With a flick of his sleeve, he tossed the Crimson Jade Sword Pellet into the air.

The sword pellet transformed into a streak of crimson light, falling precisely towards Qiantang County as if it possessed intelligence.

Having done all this, Changmei turned and left without looking back, transforming into a sword light and fleeing back to his old lair in Sichuan. He needed to seize the time to make arrangements and prepare for the battlefield.

Those demons have been trained to a certain level and are ready to be used.

It just won't be that smooth.

Meanwhile, in Qiantang County.

Zhou Qingyun had just finished her Qigong practice for the day and then practiced the sword technique her master had assigned her several times from beginning to end, feeling that she had achieved perfection.

Wiping the fine sweat from his forehead, he planned to go out for a stroll to loosen his muscles and bones before returning to Dugu Garden to visit his grandfather.

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out of the alley he usually took, he turned his head and saw a crimson sword pellet lying quietly in a clump of inconspicuous weeds by the roadside, radiating warmth and sharp sword intent.

Zhou Qingyun: "..."

She knew about the legend of the "Three Heroes and Two Clouds" of Shu Mountain, and she was even more aware of how much bloodshed and grudges had been stirred up in the cultivation world for this fortune and the so-called great trend.

He also understood that he was one of the key moments in the return of fortune to its rightful place.

Therefore, he was not too surprised that the sixth Crimson Su Sword appeared in front of him in such a "simple and unadorned" way.

He looked up at the azure sky with a complicated expression and muttered to himself, "That legendary one... he's really quick on his feet."

Since the Crimson Sword had automatically returned to its place, he could only sigh helplessly and give up his original plan to take a stroll and relax.

Carefully picking up the still-warm sword pellet, she could feel the immense fire-elemental sword intent contained within it subtly resonating with the spiritual energy flowing within her body.

Without delay, he immediately turned around and went to Baoan Hall to find Yan Chixia and report the matter.

Yan Chixia looked at the crimson sword pellet in Zhou Qingyun's palm, his expression incredibly complex, his thick eyebrows furrowed together.

After a long silence, he finally reached out and ruffled the little girl's hair, trying to keep his voice gentle:

"Don't worry, girl. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Our Bao'an Hall... will definitely be able to protect you."

Even so, after Zhou Qingyun left, Yan Chixia walked alone into the courtyard, looked southwest, and his chest heaved violently a few times.

In the end, he said nothing, but silently sat down, took out the broadsword that was as big as a door panel, and used the pent-up frustration in his chest as a whetstone to sharpen the blade, stroke by stroke.

The harsh scraping sound echoed in the quiet courtyard, carrying a sense of impending doom.

The next day, when Zhou Qingyun incorporated the Crimson Su Sword into his own energy cycle, the six swords seemed to form a mysterious whole, their sword energies interacting and circulating endlessly.

The efficiency with which his body absorbed and exhaled the primordial energy of heaven and earth once again experienced a tremendous leap. A vast amount of spiritual energy surged into his meridians like a tide, propelling his cultivation steadily toward that crucial "gateway to the Dao."

Zhou Qingyun's life story is truly legendary.

He witnessed the wickedness of human nature as soon as he entered the world, and was targeted by the Great Compassionate Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect, almost becoming a new member of the "Dream Goodness Society"; then he was caught up in the vortex of the times in Qiantang County; and then, by a twist of fate, he became a member of Baoan Hall.

A young girl who has not yet formally entered the Dao has already borne the gaze, whether overt or covert, of several beings standing at the pinnacle of humanity, and is also burdened with the crucial opportunity for the revival of the former Shu Mountain's fortune.

This kind of opportunity and pressure is truly rare; you can hardly find many like it anywhere in the world.

Even more critically, based on the "experience" within the Baoan Hall, the intensity of the "Tribulation of Entering the Dao" ahead is likely to cause turmoil throughout the Nine Provinces.

The pressure on the last cloud in the "Three Heroes and Two Clouds" formation is unimaginable.

Zhou Qingyun's daily routine was to eliminate the distracting thoughts that arose in her mind due to the immense pressure.

As my mind sank into the connection with the six swords, an unprecedentedly clear guidance surged into my heart.

Not only did he sense the exact location of the final sword, "Yangpo," from the resonance of the six swords, but he also vaguely constructed the specific appearance of the mountain called "Mingyue Mountain" in his mind.

There was also a strong and pure sense of "yearning" emanating from the depths of the six sword intents.

Humans can only transcend themselves by pursuing self-perfection, and the same applies to swords.

In fact, there had been accurate "inside information" beforehand, clearly stating that the Yangpo Sword was hidden on Mingyue Mountain. However, due to various considerations, the Qiantang side remained inactive, observing the situation.

Now, the sixth sword, Chi Su, has automatically returned to its position, and its energy traction has reached its peak.

Thus, a phantom butterfly formed from the power of will took flight from Qiantang in the south, traversed thousands of mountains and rivers, and precisely landed in that secluded courtyard in Dagu Pass.

(End of this chapter)