Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 114 Arriving with a Sword
He was clearly just a weak scholar on the verge of death, yet he moved with the speed of the wind. His body was still thin and frail, and his robes fluttered like sails.

Upon closer inspection, the man's face was deathly pale, his eyes were bloodshot, a wisp of demonic energy lingered between his brows, and the deathly aura around him could no longer be concealed.

Walking alone in the mountains and wilderness, not a single wild beast approached; it was instinct that drove my life away from this monster.

Perhaps only a creature like a human, with dulled senses and a fearless nature, would dare to emerge.

Another group of bandits jumped out, before they could even utter the slang for highway robbery.

Sword light flew out of the wooden box and then flew back, leaving behind severed limbs and blood everywhere.

The decisive young man continued forward.

Lei Huan, who was following behind, frowned as he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground and pointed.

The earth in front seemed to come alive, churning several times before swallowing the blood-red landscape.

This wasn't the first time he had helped Zhang Hua clean up the scene.

If we leave any traces, they will eventually be discovered by the authorities or other people, which will cause more trouble. We can't just kill everyone who sees them.

He neither has the ability nor the courage.

Zhang Hua, however, is different.

If an obsession runs too deep, it becomes a demon in one's heart, which will either destroy oneself or others.

This disciple is now obsessed with demonic possession and, having aligned himself with the nature of the demonic weapon behind him, is becoming increasingly reckless in his actions.

If things continue like this, sooner or later it will attract the attention of truly powerful figures, and then we'll have no choice but to leave it to fate.

He sighed and continued walking.

Suddenly, a black mist drifted down from the mountains, and the stench of decay filled the deep forest.

"Hehehehe, I'm really lucky. I actually saw the divine weapon come running over by itself."

"If Heaven bestows something upon you and you do not accept it, you will be blamed; this treasure is truly destined."

A gigantic, skeletal claw emerged from the mist, swiftly killing and plundering.

How dare you!

Lei Huan was furious and stood in front of Zhang Hua.

He took out a small black flag and waved it fiercely. It was wrapped with endless nether energy, as if it could devour the souls of all living beings in the world.

Shaking three times, a deep incantation was uttered, and a vast, overwhelming shadow surged forth, each wisp of black energy containing endless resentment and unwillingness.

Thousands of souls rushed forward with mournful howls, tearing apart the skeletal arms and the black mist that concealed the enemy.

"I wondered what kind of little demon it was, but it turned out to be a newly enlightened white bone demon."

Then, it waved the small black flag again, and thousands of arms tore apart the skeleton's body and scattered the soul fire.

Zhang Hua merely glanced back casually before continuing to walk forward.

The evil master who had just been displaying great power almost turned around and killed this disciple.

Upon arriving in a small town, Zhang Hua found a teahouse, casually drank some tea, and then closed his eyes to rest.

At this moment, Lei Huan sat down opposite him.

"Mao Xian, as you have seen along the way, the journey has been fraught with peril. This sword is deeply demonic and will attract even more people blinded by desire."

"Give me the sword, and I'll help you take revenge."

It was a heartfelt and deeply moving speech.

"Thank you for taking care of me along the way, Master Lei. However, I must avenge the insults I suffered at the hands of the Chongqi people with my own hands."

"Whether Xie Yu is a fox spirit or not is for him to decide for himself."

Zhang Hua's reply was very firm, not only in tone but also in voice, as if two pieces of iron had been honed together.

Lei Huan's expression was extremely unpleasant.

Do you think I don't know whether you're a fox spirit or not? You're just not as talented as others.

Xie Yu has already won second place in the Jiangnan Literary Gathering; that's quite an achievement.

Using knowledge to seek revenge would only bring shame upon oneself, while using a sword would offer a glimmer of hope.

However, Chongqi is the embodiment of the cultural heritage and destiny of Jiangnan, and even carrying demonic weapons might prevent him from ascending the mountain.

Furthermore, Qiantang is located in the heart of Jiangnan, and it may harbor some powerful figures from both the righteous and demonic paths. It seems that a fellow believer he once knew was trapped there and never returned.

The chances of revenge on this trip are slim. Sigh... what a terrible thing to do.

He was overjoyed when the sword energy separated the tomb that day, feeling that he had achieved something in his cultivation.

Who would have thought that the good disciple who obtained the divine weapon would turn on them so suddenly?

He expressed his intention to return to Chongqi Academy to meet with those people from back then.

Lei Huan was about to use any means to seize the sword on the spot. What a jerk! Did he really think he was the protagonist in a storybook?

They were blessed by their ancestors because of good fortune in being born into the right family. They should be content with the smooth sailing they've had all these years. Why should they still be hoping for something better?

He was now completely exhausted, his life sustained only by the divine weapons behind him; he was a living dead.

But after making a move, he realized that the man and the sword were already connected by their auras. If he killed this fool, the two divine weapons would also self-destruct.

All that groundwork and scheming beforehand would have been for nothing.

This put him in a very passive position, leaving him no choice but to follow the other party all the way out of Feng County.

He also diligently acted as a bodyguard on the way.

Seeing Zhang Hua's still indifferent attitude was a headache, but she didn't dare to point out the fact that he lacked knowledge.

What if the obsession dissipates and the divine weapon self-destructs along with it?

Why do I resonate with such trash?

After that, the two continued their journey towards Qiantang, one after the other.

Lei Huan's journey was practically a demonic version of Journey to the East.

Along the way, they encountered countless mountain spirits and monsters, as well as evil people who came to steal their treasures. Their slang and obscure language made them want to vomit.

To protect Zhang Hua, there were countless fierce battles and constant fighting.

Two sets of array flags on his body were destroyed, and ninety percent of his Yin spirits were lost. In the end, he was even forced to engage in hand-to-hand combat and took out his trump card, the Finger of No Life.

This is a supernatural power that everyone in the cultivation world hates and has not used even once in decades.

If it weren't for the incredible power of those two magic swords, coupled with the enormous sunk costs, he would never have exposed his greatest secret.

Fighting monsters all the way eastward, the wicked creature ahead shows absolutely no consideration for its own well-being.

Despite being physically and mentally exhausted, Lei Huan still escorted Zhang Hua to Qiantang County.

In the restaurant.

The bodyguard, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, said very seriously.

"If you can't climb Nanshan, how can you take revenge?"

Zhang Hua then wrote a challenge letter, took a handful of silver from his bodyguard, and asked someone to deliver it to the mountain.

A confident smile on his face, and a relieved expression of impending revenge.

“If I can’t get up there, I’ll ask him to come down.”

"We must win this battle!"

Lei Huan also breathed a sigh of relief, finally managing to pull through.

He'll definitely be no match for me in a battle of knowledge; I'll have to fight him with a sword. What a useless piece of trash.

Anyway, I'll grab the sword and run; I feel uneasy staying here.

Three days passed, and Xie Yu did not come, nor even send a reply, which was quite awkward.

The reason is simple: Xie Yu is a celebrity student, and there are too many people who want to ride on his popularity and make a name for themselves by stepping on him. So-called challenge letters have never stopped.

After the Jiangnan Literary Gathering, many people "didn't have time" to attend, or "lived in seclusion in the mountains." There were also countless challengers with various reasons.

Qian Zhongyu, Qiao Feng, and the Three Wonders all received the same treatment.

In particular, Ji received just as much as Xie Yu, so it seems everyone knows his true worth.

These letters were all piled up in the gatehouse and dealt with directly.

Truly important letters will be delivered by formal people and in a formal manner.

Lei Huan was even more troubled after figuring it out. Did he have to deliver the message again?

What a sin!!!
(End of this chapter)