Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 276 The Power of the Shadow
Such dangerous elements must be dealt with as soon as possible, so Baoantang formulated a plan overnight and set off.

Master Mao took the lead and arrived at the Misty Rain Pavilion. Judging from his expert appearance, he quickly learned about the White Fish Spirit.

Demonic signs have appeared at Pinghu Tangxieziwan; just yesterday, it capsized a merchant ship and two small fishing boats.

"What a wretched creature."

Of all the monsters we've subdued before, this one may not be the strongest, but it's definitely the most ferocious.

They had no ulterior motives; they simply took pleasure in taking lives.

"Three groups of experts have arrived this month, and none of them have had a good ending."

"The bounties offered by the government and powerful families are posted on the city walls, but now no one cares about them."

"Please don't charge for the tea. We'll also give you some fruit and snacks as a token of our appreciation."

The shopkeeper is very ethical. Regardless of whether the job is successful or not, and regardless of whether the other party is after the reward or something else, as long as the demon is exorcised, the shopkeeper will treat the demon well.

It's clear how badly the people here have been harmed.

The Taoist priest was furious and immediately got up to investigate at Xieziwan.

On the way, they also encountered a rogue cultivator they had been in contact with before. His miserable appearance made them feel sad.

"You're so cunning."

The rogue cultivator sighed. His limbs had been casually torn off by the demon; who would have thought that the demon also possessed transformation abilities?

She smiled and took half of her own body; she was only able to survive because of the other party's charity.

"Master Mao, do not go. That demon is extremely fierce."

"The Flying Sword Immortal Liu Zhenren has already been defeated and sunk into the belly of the fish demon."

"And those who helped you gather herbs... they shouldn't have been greedy."

The Taoist priest felt a pang of pain in his heart; they were all acquaintances he knew.

Especially the Flying Sword Immortal, Master Liu.
This person has a very impressive reputation. In his youth, he found half of a chapter on sword control techniques and devoted his life to cultivating a sword. Within ten steps, the sword's destructive power is extremely astonishing. He belongs to the category of killing cultivators, but his cultivation method is incomplete and he has never entered the Dao.

Since independent cultivators have no lineage, their nicknames are all incredibly impressive. The Taoist priest also had a formidable nickname back then, but I won't go into that.

Although Master Liu was a rogue cultivator, he had the heart of a chivalrous swordsman.

Besides the many minor demons and monsters from the common people, there are also many legends associated with the travels around the country.

It's a pity that the two didn't have much interaction during their lifetimes, but they greatly admired each other's character.

I was hoping to have the opportunity to introduce him to Young Master Xu so he could get a position at Baoan Hall, but fate has played a cruel trick on me.

The Taoist priest was filled with grief and indignation, and his mind was made up to kill.

He indicated that he wouldn't go, then escorted his friend, a wandering cultivator, to a safe place before heading to Xieziwan.

Just then, I saw a white fish seemingly playing in the river, while the bloodstains on the bank were so glaring.

Master Mao suppressed his anger and turned to leave. He checked the information with the villagers and bought a fishing boat.

"Taoist Master, you... sigh."

The fisherman who had sold his boat looked hopefully at the old Taoist priest, knowing that without any income, his family would starve to death.

The next day, King Xiaoqing brought Turtle Da Ye here.

After hearing this, he angrily slammed his fist on the table.

"As Lao Tzu said, the net of Heaven is vast, its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it. This time, we, the Baoan Hall, will punish this wicked creature for Heaven!"

Whether Lao Tzu said it or not, King Xiao Qing's words were the signal to start a war.

Then the Taoist priest held Chengying in his arms and stood in the reeds to pay homage to the deceased Flying Sword Immortal Liu Zhenren. The broken sword that had been used to cultivate life and death was also found in the mud.

From today's perspective, this "flying sword" that I once envied was indeed not a divine weapon, but just a piece of ordinary iron.

Even cultivators who have entered the Dao can be fearless of this sword, let alone the demon race whose bodies are harder than iron and stone.

Although the sword was broken, it still carried a spirit, a spirit of fearless courage to slay demons and monsters, and the courage to draw the sword even after one's life force had declined in the middle age.

The Taoist priest felt his own weakness. The divine sword in his hand appeared and disappeared in the shadows of the reeds, as if it were his own creation.

"It is said that Chengying possesses the power of nature, and has grasped the secrets of heaven and the principles of nature."

"Then help me divine the secrets of heaven."

The divine sword possesses spiritual power, and upon hearing this request, it will naturally grant assistance. A flash of inspiration allowed the Taoist priest to understand how to use the sword.

While Xiao Qing Da Wang Li Da Zhuan Fei's maneuvers certainly allowed him to utilize the sword's sharpness, they also tarnished the sword's inherent nature.

"I see."

The Taoist priest left, taking the broken sword with him.

The operation began the following day.

The tactic of luring the enemy is employed once again.

At this time, ordinary fishermen dare not go into the river, so only their own people can disguise themselves.

The tortoise, cursing and swearing, took its spear, which had transformed into an oar, and arrived at Pinghu Pond. It knew this all along.

Soon a small boat appeared on the river in the afternoon, and a short, old fisherman was fishing cautiously.

At this moment, the wind was calm and the water was free of any demonic energy, and they actually managed to catch quite a few river delicacies.

As evening approached, the fisherman rowed his small boat toward the shore with great effort, without any disturbance.

Although Kame was surprised, as a seasoned actor, he wouldn't show any sign of losing his composure.

Everyone says that the white fish spirit is a mad demon, so since it hasn't appeared, it's probably gone somewhere else.

So he painstakingly tied the boat to the shore, picked up his fish basket, and went ashore, looking like he was going home for dinner.

Suddenly, a woman in a dress approached from the roadside. She had a beautiful face, white teeth, and red lips, and her features were indescribably delicate. As she drew nearer, she exuded a subtle allure, which would have captivated most men who approached her.

A sweet, delicate voice drifted over, carrying a strange fragrance.

"Fisherman, do you have any fresh fish in your basket?"

Turtle immediately said there was nothing wrong, and told me not to stop him from going home for dinner, before staggering away.

The woman watched the fisherman's retreating figure with a cruel smile.

"At this time, which fishing boat would dare to go into the river!"

"I didn't expect that someone with some skill would come this time, but he's just too stupid."

Without hesitation, he thrust his sword into the old fisherman's back!
clang!
The old fisherman screamed in agony as he was sent flying by the immense force, sparks flying behind him. He rolled forward, then side somersaulted, then did a turtle somersault and disappeared from sight.

The woman felt a sharp pain in her wrist as she watched helplessly as the old man disappeared into the bushes.

Somewhat unbelievable, what is this thing?
Then I stopped caring about it and realized it was another trap.

"Everyone come out."

"That's all the tricks you humans have."

A rustling sound came from the reeds, and Master Mao walked out expressionlessly, carrying the hilt of his sword.

It was dusk, and the light was dim.

He stood at a distance and struck three swords without saying a word. After the three strikes, his face turned deathly pale, as if he could barely stand.

The three swords seemed to strike the void without making any contact; only faint sounds could be heard.

The woman laughed and said, "Why are you waving at me three times, you silly old Taoist?"

"This skill is not even as good as that novice swordsman before. At least he showed me something."

Master Mao gave the fish spirit opposite him a deep look.

When Yin and Yang interact, Cheng Ying can achieve a natural balance, making the body weak and the limbs strong, which is why he is so disgusted!

(End of this chapter)