Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 379 Timely Rain

A drafty carriage was swaying and wobbling along the mountain road.

The bearded man carrying a giant sword was sitting in the car with his eyes closed, meditating and his face was pale.

The clothes he was wearing seemed a bit thick for this early summer season, but they still couldn't block out the strong smell of blood.

There was a bald, burly man lying next to him, stiff and lifeless, like a dead man.

The driver was a thin little boy, about ten years old, wearing loose clothes and driving the carriage slowly and casually.

The strange trio continued their journey along the official road. Occasionally, when caravans saw them, they would not stop, but instead become more vigilant and quicken their pace to bypass them.

In the world of martial arts, the most important thing is to have a keen eye.

A child, a severely wounded swordsman, and a dead man.

Such a combination consists of either madmen or seasoned martial arts masters with many grudges, and should not be trifled with.

Because it's easy to get caught up in trouble.

For example, as you walk along, the cicadas' chirping in early summer disappears, replaced by a chilly atmosphere spreading across the land.

Eerie cries echoed through the valley, and danger approached from beneath the shadows.

The old horse pulling the cart stopped uneasily and paced back and forth.

"So, Yan Chixia, you've finally met your match!"

"You destroyed my Yin Corpse Sect and killed twenty-seven of my fellow disciples. How powerful you were back then."

"I never thought this day would come!"

Unrestrained laughter echoed through the mountains and forests, while an eerie, elusive aura lingered.

They seemed to know the sword immortal's power, but simply didn't reveal themselves.

The little boy driving looked nervously behind him, wondering if the hero could still intervene.
Yan Chixia slowly opened his eyes, seemingly somewhat puzzled.

"The Corpse Gate?"

"never heard of that."

The drifting ghostly figure was struck dumb, crouching somewhat bewildered about thirty feet behind the carriage.

It's a blood feud, etched deep in my heart.

I saw no fear, no resentment, only a question?
What a disgrace!

Just as he was getting angry, he suddenly saw a golden light shoot out from the carriage, break through the wooden planks, and fly past him.

The scorching sword energy pierced through the body, neatly separating the soul and the physical body in two.

Am I dead?!

The words "drawn from its sheath" only came slowly at this moment.

Looking at the dilapidated carriage and his feigned confusion, he suddenly realized that this wasn't the first time this guy had done this.

No, Yan Chixia, you...you're a sword immortal.

How could an upright and honorable swordsman resort to such despicable means? I... I am not reconciled... I am not reconciled.
The Avengers of the Shadow Corpse Sect lay on the ground, their eyes wide open in death.

Yan Chixia breathed a sigh of relief; this was the sixth one.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood before sheathing his sword.

Influenced by someone, the Sword Immortal of Mount Shu also gained a different kind of charm.

From initially feeling ashamed of his sect and wishing he could die to atone for it, to now feeling slightly ashamed, he has made great progress.

Bearing the last legacy of Mount Shu, he had a reason to live.

The carriage continued on its way, and the young man, though trying to drive, was still very excited.

I really wanted to have a good chat with the uncle about how unexpected that sword strike was.

Seeing that the other party was recuperating, he could only suppress his temper and continue on his way.

Yan Chixia opened his eyes while meditating and looked at the boy's back, almost smiling. He was fearless in the face of danger and controlled his emotions; he was a promising talent.

The moment the young man picked him up, a connection was formed between them.

And he reminded me so much of myself when I was young—chivalrous, always ready to lend a helping hand to those in danger. At night, the carriage sat nearby, the bald man still lying motionless inside.

On a nearby fire, the hind legs of some unknown beast were being roasted, and even with spices sprinkled on them, they still had a strong, fishy smell.

"Great hero, I didn't know that upholding justice was so dangerous. Could you teach me a few self-defense techniques?"

The young man spoke of danger, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

This is the chivalrous life he imagined: exciting, bloody, and slaying demons.

If it were the old Yan Chixia, he would definitely have mocked this brat and then put on a show of infuriating people with his world-weary face.

Now that he has been reborn, he has become much gentler and patiently explained:

"It's not usually that dangerous, it's just that I've offended a lot of people."

"As for the inheritance of sword techniques, that's not an option for now. We can consider it once we reach a safe place."

Shushan is an orthodox sect, and in addition to innate talent, it also considers the disciple's character.

Although the boy is currently performing exceptionally well, part of the sect's calamity stems from his own inner turmoil.

If possible, I hope that when I get to Qiantang, I can have my old friend check it out for me. That friend understands people's hearts best.

"Then where is a safe place?"

That's a good question. Even though we're outside of Sichuan, the outside world isn't exactly safe either.

Without the ability to fly on a sword, the ferocious beasts and demons in the mountains and forests, as well as the evil sorcerers, pose a threat.

Even the villains and bad guys in the towns they passed through posed an obstacle to Yan Chixia at this moment.

"We will leave Jiange, enter Hanzhong, pass Hanyin, and approach Jingzhou."

"By circling the city without entering, and passing through the forest and gaps, we were already moving very quickly, but we were still a long, long time away from Qiantang."

"It's a pity I can't fly on a sword now."

The young man's eyes dimmed. The farthest he had ever traveled in his life was the road he had escorted Master Yan, and he hadn't expected to have only reached a third of the way.

There were too many hardships and dangers along the way. Putting aside the road conditions, the demons that appeared from time to time were truly frightening.

However, expectations for Qiantang have been greatly increased.

Someone who can be trusted so much by Master Yan must be a master among masters.

Just then, a colorful butterfly fell from the night sky.

Yan Chixia was overjoyed and hurriedly opened it to take a look.

Besides the letter, there was also a pill, two plaques, and several chamber of commerce vouchers.

No matter how many paper butterflies you send, you won't be able to deliver them all. Simply sending a message is already difficult enough, let alone sending a gift.

The reason why they were able to cross mountains and rivers was not only because the 3.0 version of the butterfly was powerful, but more importantly because Xu Xuan shamelessly asked Bai Suzhen to cast the spell.

Of course, the letter wouldn't mention it, which made Yan Chixia sigh that Young Master Xu's cultivation was becoming increasingly unfathomable.

The hero looked much more relaxed after reading it.

"Excellent, excellent, as expected of Young Master Xu."

"Kid, we need to speed up our journey. Tomorrow we'll go directly to Jingzhou and Shunyang County, abandon the carriage, take a boat, and enter the Yangtze River from the Han River."

"It only takes a few days to reach the vicinity of Qiantang by going downstream."

Yan Chixia used to move freely in the air and didn't need much logistical support from the human world, so he was poorly prepared.

The items that are being delivered now are exactly what we need most.

After swallowing the pill, he felt that the injuries in his body had stopped worsening, and he sighed that Young Master Xu was truly a timely help.

I must repay the kindness of the people I met in Qiantang this time, so that I may live up to the name of Shushan.

Within two days they arrived in Shunyang County. With the token and voucher sent by Xu Xuan, they could pass through without any hindrance, no matter how strange their appearance or combination was.

After changing into clean clothes and having a feast they never dared to dream of, the two of them, along with the bald man, boarded the luxury ship.

(End of this chapter)