Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 263 Taste the Sword of a Commoner
The mountains trembled, and the lake waters surged.

A sea of ​​clouds gathered on the nameless mountain, and demonic energy surged around him like a tidal wave.

His eyes shone with a terrifying light. He wore a jade skirt, a bright silver armor, embroidered boots, and carried a peerless divine sword. He was majestic and incomparably heroic.

However, her body and appearance remained that of Mo Xie, and she still looked like Chi's mother.

She didn't want it to end like this, she couldn't bear to end it like this.

Looking up towards Yingdu, there stood the King of Chu, the Moye sword, and her deceased husband.

"Mother, where are you going?"

Chi felt he couldn't stay silent any longer. This old mother was making him feel helpless. The middle-aged woman who used to be frowning had transformed into a war goddess. Who could stand this?

"My son, I will go and seek justice for your father!"

With a stomp of his combat boots, he flew into the air, transforming into a blue light that shattered several air barriers as he headed straight north.

At this moment, in Yingdu, the King of Chu held the Moye sword, feeling troubled. He had dreamt the previous night that he vaguely saw a man with a foot-wide gap between his eyebrows, whose appearance was extraordinary, and who said that he would definitely take revenge.

Knowing that this was Gan Jiang's son who wanted to take revenge with the precious sword, he was naturally terrified.

He immediately summoned his ministers to respond and publicly announced in the main hall that a reward of a thousand taels of gold would be offered for the capture of this wanted criminal to prevent future troubles.

Just as he was slightly relieved, the Moye sword at his waist suddenly rang out on its own, then broke free from its restraints and transformed into a streak of light, flying into the sky.

At that moment, a thunderous roar came from among the white clouds, and the sea of ​​clouds was broken apart like waves.

The King of Chu and his ministers looked up abruptly, their expressions freezing.

A female war goddess, clad in silver armor and wielding a divine sword, stood atop the palace, looking down upon everyone below.

Moye rubbed and moved around in his hand, as if she had met a family member.

"I'm sorry you've suffered all these years."

Everyone was stunned and speechless, even though they had heard the myths and legends of Chu since childhood, and various gods and goddesses often appeared in the mortal world.

But it's true.

Upon seeing this scene, the King of Chu's first thought was not to flee, but to summon a shaman to inquire whether the celestial being was a deity of the Chu land.

Could it be that I, the ruler, am about to become an immortal?

The shaman didn't know how to answer either, and to be honest, it was the first time he had ever seen a goddess flying in the sky.

But Your Majesty, don't you think the visitors have ill intentions?

The King of Chu finally realized what was happening, because he saw another sword in the goddess's hand, the same one he had seen in his dream, the mighty sword Gan Jiang!

He waved his hand, summoning armored soldiers from all sides to surround him, and eight hundred swordsmen to form a battle array; only then did he feel a sense of security.

"I am the ruler of the State of Chu, and I have received the mandate of Heaven. Do not make a mistake."

"Gan Jiang and Mo Xie can be officially recognized as deities of the Chu Kingdom and receive offerings of incense."

Xiao Qing smiled as she looked at the old human.

Her laughter was particularly desolate. She was infected by Mo Xie's emotions, thinking of her man who had died tragically in the capital and whose remains had not even been found.

And yet, you're still indulging in some pipe dream.

"My name is Moye, the Moye of Gan Jiang and Moye!"

"I'll spare your simplicity, but give me back my husband's life!!!"

The Chu King's palace was deathly silent. It was over.

With both swords drawn, the lingering affection began to resonate. Xiaoqing descended from the clouds, sword in hand, and charged towards the culprit.

She could have used magic to flood the palace, but now she had to fight her way there step by step with her sword.

Three thousand armored soldiers were routed.

The eight hundred swordsmen were routed.

The towering gates of the royal palace were shattered!
Xiaoqing, carrying her sword, walked step by step into the Chu King's palace, into the place where countless historical figures had left their mark.

The King of Chu leaned back on his throne, terrified.

"You dare not kill me!" "You cannot kill me."

"I am protected by the dynasty's destiny; those who kill me will not have a good end!"

Xiaoqing remained silent. This wasn't a real dynasty; it was the past in Gan Jiang and Mo Xie's hearts. For the couple, the dynasty's destiny still protected them here.

But for Xiaoqing, who had suppressed her true nature for decades, this place was not even as good as the stinking ditch in Qiantang.

In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the King of Chu.

With a single swing of the sword, blood splattered across the hall, and a look of disdain appeared on the not-so-beautiful face.

He said dismissively, "The swords of the feudal lords are sharpened by the knowledge of brave warriors, and shielded by the knowledge of some kind of scholar."

With the second sword strike, the King of Chu no longer had the strength to even let out a final cry.

"I can't remember the rest, but my husband said it was a very powerful divine sword."

With the third sword strike, the king died.

Turning to the terrified ministers outside, Xiaoqing said earnestly:
"This is the sword that killed the king, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie. You can make up the rest of the story."

The goddess disappeared, and two divine weapons were planted in the main hall.

Then, the demonic fire engulfed the entire world, and Qing and Xu's souls returned from the sword.

The union of God and sword stimulated a surge of demonic power, which in turn suppressed the Chu King's sword.

This is Xu Xuan's plan. As long as they go through the legend of sword forging again, he believes that the power of empathy will make the two sides more compatible.

After breaking free, he was indeed extraordinary. He wielded the sword as if it were his own arm, no longer simply using the sword to control people.

After all, he had participated in every hammer blow and every tempering of this sword, and had been with it day and night until his death, so it could be said that they were inseparable in life and death.

And Xiaoqing.
I felt a little dazed after I came out.

Xu Xuan, Gan Jiang, got married, forged a sword, had a child, her husband died, struggled for her life, raised her, and died with regret.

This life has been so bitter, so very bitter.

Touching the Moye sword in his hand, his eyes gradually turned red.

An illusion is ultimately just an illusion, and Mo Xie was ultimately the Mo Xie whose family was destroyed and who died because of the King of Chu.

She wasn't Xiaoqing; she didn't have the power to resist, to fight, or to assassinate the king.

Recalling the hatred he felt before his death, he still couldn't calm down and couldn't let go of his resentment.

If the scholar beside him were also...
Thinking of this, a chill ran through me, and a nameless rage rose within me. No one could kill Xu Xuan!

The sword in his hand resonated with his heart, as if he had returned to the heart of Mo Xie.

I harbor hatred in my heart, a hatred that makes me wish I could kill the King of Chu with my own hands, so that all the kings of the world would be terrified, and so that all the people of the world would know that even a commoner's sword can overturn the heavens and the earth!

The sword and the god merged into one, unleashing a terrifying aura of ferocity and demonic power, causing even Gan Jiang's demonic energy to surge.

"Xu Xuan, let's attack together!"

许宣
Xiaoqing seems to be a better fit, so let her take the lead.

This was a very correct decision. The two swords combined, yin and yang flowed, and their passionate love was as harmonious and crazy as a couple who had been married for decades. The two streams of light turned into one.

The imperial dragon aura couldn't stop the madwoman at all.

"Hate! Hate! Hate! An eternal hatred, a hatred that reaches the ends of the earth!"

"It just so happens that I didn't have a good time killing people before."

"King of Chu, prepare to die!!!"

A single sword flew out and shattered the hilt of the King of Chu's sword, causing the Taotie and cloud-thunder patterns to disintegrate.

The second sword flattened the hilt, the third sword cleaved the hilt, and the fourth sword slashed down on the blade, creating a notch about an inch thick.

Then came five swords, six swords, and countless swords.

The Chu King's sword cried out in despair, trying to escape. It tried to block the way and slash at the enemy, but was gradually cut into metal shards by Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

The entity that carried the dragon's energy dissipated from that point on.

Then the sword was aimed at the five dragons in the dark clouds and chased after them, its ferocious power overwhelming.

"What emperors and generals? Come and try this sword of the commoner!"

(End of this chapter)