Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 261 Xiao Qing, Follow Me into the Demonic Path

Throughout history and across cultures, slaying dragons has always been considered a very prestigious act.

Since dragons always represent power, slaying a dragon represents defeating power.

Xu Xuan's casual remark in the Prime Minister's residence had an exceptionally strong impact.

The members of Baoan Hall were bursting with fighting spirit, and even Gui Da shouted a couple of times.

In the past, it would have just squatted there pretending to be something, but Xu Xuan changed after the upheaval in Jianye.

It was an indescribable wildness, an inexplicable courage.

I kind of understand how the old man from Baoantang felt; it's like no matter what happens, the road ahead is truly inspiring.

Distribute equipment, set up formations, and prepare plans.

A moment later, Turtle King stood on the left, holding the Great King Spear, with a golden pearl on his head, while Taoist Priest Mao stood on the right, holding the Cheng Ying Sword. Their task was to protect the Dharma.

The Dragon Slaying Plan was extremely brutal: the two hall masters, the principal and the deputy, would possess divine weapons and fight a battle in the sky, knocking down the Chu King Sword that was causing the earth's veins to tremble, and then take advantage of the situation to kill the five dragons.

This tactic sounds absurd at first glance, and it really is absurd.

Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing sat cross-legged in the center, adjusting their breathing. Their red brocade cassocks transformed into a wall, becoming the last line of defense.

"Out of body!"

The divine souls and demonic souls left the divine court and entered the great world.

Because Xu Xuan was about to engage in a battle in the heavens, he was afraid that Yu Gong, who had been transformed into a pillar of energy, would see through his disguise, so he put on a disguise.

His cultivation of the outer layer of Buddhist Bodhi mind realm was clearly revealed, and the golden Buddha light was of extraordinary quality, with the blessing of two great Bodhisattvas who were even more powerful than Buddhas.

The inner white lotus divine soul form is solidified like a real person, reversing Buddhist teachings to enter the human world and perform demonic and Buddhist acts, possessing an incomparably profound foundation. A year and a half of cultivation, a foundation spanning decades—how it came to be is unimportant; the answer is simply talent.

The two skills are in harmony and naturalness, and he looks like a good person no matter how you look at it.

Xiaoqing, on the other hand, lacked the support of cultivation techniques and talent, and her demonic soul was somewhat weak. In such a state, she might not survive if she ascended to heaven.

Xu Xuan flipped his hand, revealing a transparent fruit in his palm. Without hesitation, he crushed it, transforming it into a large amount of primal power that overflowed into the little demon's soul.

This is the divine elixir for cultivation, the great medicine for the human body.

Although most of it was wasted, we are grateful for the gifts of nature.

The seeds planted three hundred years ago have already yielded abundant fruit.

I don't feel bad using it at all.

"Quickly adjust your breathing!"

After Xiaoqing absorbed all of nature's bounty, her demon soul solidified considerably. Although it was still far inferior to that of the Holy Father, it was still at a level that was barely sufficient.

With the help of the rich woman's many magical treasures, it also gained the strength to fight.

In that case, it's time to draw our swords.

The jade pot hanging from the waist of the body burst forth with brilliant colors.

"Gan Jiang!"

Gan Jiang fell into Xu Xuan's hands. The sword's blade was broad and hard, like the spine of a mountain. An indomitable, iron-blooded aura permeated the air, and an invisible fire burned on the blade, a fire of the heart that would not rest until the hatred in his heart was burned away.

"Moxie!"

Moye fell into Xiaoqing's hands. The sword was simple and elegant, as cold as moonlight. It seemed as if the bright moon was being slashed on a tranquil lake, but in reality, there were countless eddies beneath the surface, which would devour the souls of enemies and send them to the Netherworld.

The moment the two swords appeared, their sword energy surged, then dimmed simultaneously, as if they had sensed something incredible.

clang!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The sword trembled, leaving afterimages, and its violent, frenzied sword cry tore through eardrums and pierced the sky. Within the shrill sound, one could almost hear: Xiong Huai!!!

Xiong Huai, the thirty-seventh ruler of the State of Chu, was King Huai of Chu!
The State of Chu was renowned for its swords. After conquering the states of Wu and Yue, they obtained the essence of Chu's swords, and many famous swords in the world have a history with Chu.

A husband and wife forged swords for the King of Chu; the swords were male and female, and it took three years to complete. The husband died, the wife died, and their son died.

Without Xu Qing needing to urge them on, the demonic energy emanating from the twin swords was already overwhelming, piercing straight from the earth to the sky. Their hatred, like the Yangtze River, swept across time and space, sending chills down one's spine. "Xu Xuan, what should we do!"

Even with Xiaoqing's abilities, she felt like she couldn't hold the sword properly, and the pressure on her demon soul increased sharply. Instinctively, she sought help from those around her.

"Let them do as they please, and control them with the sword."

Using a divine sword to fight—that's the tactic.

Neither Xu nor Qing were swordsmen, so even if they went to heaven, it wouldn't have any effect. They could just treat their own energy as the sword's personal energy source.

With the two swords combined, the radiant light of obsessive regret dragged the soul up to the highest heavens like a madman.

Without hesitation, they charged into the dark clouds, their twin swords locking onto the Chu King's sword that was weaving through the lightning with a demonic power.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two sword lights, intertwined through countless lifetimes, flew past, trailing extreme flames.

The King of Chu's sword was also on high alert, and this hostility, which was meant to fight to the death, activated its royal majesty.

To commit regicide and betray one's master deserves to die!

clang! !

The clash between the King's Sword Qi and the Demon Sword tore apart the dark clouds in the sky, shook off the approaching five dragon phantoms, and caused the sunlight outside to fall for a moment before closing again.

The first time, the second time, the third time, hundreds and thousands of times, every clash was unrestrained, the cutting of blade to blade, the collision of sword to sword.

The war between the legitimate monarch and the common people was a clash between ruthlessness and compassion, the beginning of oppression and resistance.

If you take my husband's life, we will take your head.

There are no destined kings; after death, they're just a pile of rotten flesh.

The three swords carved out rings of gaps in the dark clouds, and the thunderous sound forced everyone in Jianye to cover their ears, their legs giving way and collapsing to the ground.

The Chu King Sword was originally a masterpiece that fully absorbed the essence of sword-making techniques from both Wu and Yue. After being refined by the Jianye Earth Vein, it reached an even higher level and took on some of the rudiments of a divine weapon.

In terms of quality alone, it is no less than Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, and it has not been inferior in hundreds of collisions.

The dragon shadows around them were originally vying for the sword, but at this moment they all joined together to support the Chu King's sword with a great deal of imperial power, instinctively turning into a confrontation between different social classes.

The struggle for the throne is a civil war within a family-run empire, and commoners are not allowed to overstep this boundary!

With the support of five dynasties, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie found themselves in a vulnerable and isolated situation.

Despite Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing's repeated efforts to unleash their magic, they were unable to reverse the decline.

Even with the strongest destiny, the grand trend of the millennium cannot be defied.

Standing atop the pillar of pure energy, Yu Gong's beard was now stained with blood, but he still held a spear and stood ramrod straight.

Looking up at the sky with a furrowed brow, he thought, "This young man Xu certainly has some ability, but if things continue like this, the entire city will be overthrown by the earth's veins."

He wanted to throw his weapon to help, but the ley lines beneath his feet were nearing their limit. Was there still a glimmer of hope?

The people in the academy, the Father's loyal subordinates, and the entire city were all worried.

They wanted to live.

Xu Xuan was also very anxious. The King of Chu's sword had the advantage of terrain and timing, and it was so powerful. He had made a mistake.

The consequences of failure are simply unbearable; there's no escaping them.

So, in a moment of desperation, I decided to see who could be crazier.

"Xiao Qing, follow me into the demonic path!"

Without a second thought, Xiaoqing opened her mind. She trusted Xu Xuan the most, so what if she became a demon?

At worst, I'll just become Little Green Demon King.

Guided by the True Scripture of the White Lotus Descent, the two connected heart to heart and joined forces with the twin swords, thus beginning the true fusion of the twin swords.

(End of this chapter)