Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 384: Take you home
The crisis is not over; in fact, it is deepening. Now is not the time to worry about spending money like water.

He swallowed large mouthfuls of medicinal herbs, trying his best to recover from the injuries in his body.

It dispels the blood evil clinging to the wound and purifies the blood toxins in the body's meridians.

He also used a secret method to cleanse his natal divine sword, which had been tainted by the power of the Nether Spring, in an effort to restore as much of its combat power as possible.

Late at night, the ship docked at the pier in Jingling County.

Yan Chixia opened his eyes, slung his sword over his shoulder, and glanced at his senior brother, who looked like a dead man.
It's a bit of a shame that the Shushan series has finally come to an end.

He left a suicide note on the table.

The letter contained no despair, only a final glimmer of hope.

If there is still justice and fairness in this world, then there are still people who will light up the darkness.

That can only be Xu Hanwen!
She stopped in her tracks after opening the door. Her injuries were still too severe, and she had relaxed her vigilance considerably. She didn't even notice the young man who had been standing at the door for a long time.

He looked somewhat helplessly at Yan Renying, who seemed to be waiting there, and said seriously:

"Those people aren't idiots; they'll come to their senses by now."

"The time before Wuchang was their last chance; if they didn't come soon, it would be too late once they entered the Yangtze River."

It is generally accepted that there are no disputes among cultivators on the Yangtze River, since crossing the river is a normal thing to do, but fighting on the head of the Yangtze River's water deity is still a very foolish act.

Therefore, Yan Chixia concluded that if he didn't go down, the enemy would attack the ship.

"You stay here and take my senior brother to Qiantang. Once there, find Xu Xuan of Chongqi Academy."

"My recommendation is in the letter, so I'm sure studying there won't be any problems."

Yan Renying felt a little upset. He didn't want to study; he only wanted to practice swordsmanship.

And they really wanted to help the hero, which is what companions in a story should do.

But the reality is cruel; if I go along, I'll only be a burden.

“A cultivator must be able to make choices. I have been recuperating well these past few days and have recovered enough strength to fight again.”

"Besides, I'm not going there to die, but to slay demons and monsters."

"After killing those clowns, we'll rush back to join them."

"rest assured!"

After saying that, he leaped onto the shore, leaving behind a determined figure that disappeared from Yan Renying's sight.

Yan Chixia understood that this was the last ordeal after escaping from Mount Shu, and he had to face it alone.

The other party spread the message simply because they dared not leave Shu easily, so they wanted to use someone else to kill them and sever the lineage of Shu Mountain.

However, the legacy of Mount Shu is not some divine sword, nor swordsmanship, nor is it me.

Rather, it is the spirit of helping the weak and punishing the strong, and wielding a sword to slay evil.

My will has been passed on. It would be a lie to say I have no regrets in this life, but the knot in my heart has long been untied.

Today, I'll show you demons and monsters the swords of Mount Shu!
Although his body was severely injured, the sword intent in his heart was surging forth.

At this moment, the mountains of Qianjiang appeared exceptionally quiet and desolate, with towering cliffs, dense forests, and deep shadows, where countless evil masters might be lurking.

After waiting in the woods for a long time without seeing anyone appear, Yan Chixia snorted impatiently.

"come out!"

Roar, imbued with sharp sword intent, continuously sliced ​​through every corner and crevices.

In an instant, the area was filled with yin energy, evil spirits, and the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

"What a clever swordsman from Mount Shu! He even knows how to use the Golden Cicada Escape Technique!"

"Do you know how long we've been waiting in the mountains?!"

"Are you scared?!"

A hoarse male voice came from behind the shade of the trees ahead, rapidly approaching.

Then, by the moonlight, one could see that the other person was of medium build, with no hair on their head, thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a slightly flat nose, and full lips.

He was around thirty years old, dressed in a dark red to almost black robe, holding a blood-red longsword, which he held but did not draw.

"Blood Blade Sect, Li."

"No need for introductions, just a simple clay chicken and a clay dog."

Yan Chixia interrupted the opponent's initial stance. This person was clearly a master of sword techniques, and he couldn't give him a chance.

At that moment, a faint, dark sound came from behind.

"Then I suppose Master Yan wouldn't care about a heartbroken person like me."

A figure in green floated over unsteadily, its face thin and pale, as if suffering from internal injuries.

His bright green pupils were filled with malice.

The newcomer was a notorious evil man from the unorthodox sects who had wreaked havoc on the outskirts of Sichuan more than a decade ago. His demonic arts were extremely insidious, and their chilling poisonous aura could freeze one's soul.

However, wasn't this scoundrel killed by Senior Brother Qingwei at Yunwuping?
"I was lucky to survive, but I lost half of my physical strength, two meridians, and my internal supernatural powers."

"Hehehehe. But the time has come for your Shushan to fall."

Good, good, good, another remnant.

Recalling how cautious Young Master Xu was in cleaning up the battlefield after the Battle of Guobei, Yan Chixia understood.

Guo Beicheng, a city of thirty thousand karmic ghosts, had its ground dug up three feet deep, and the vast Lanruo Temple had its grounds cleared. They even chanted the Rebirth Sutra. It all makes perfect sense.

It was indeed because we were kind-hearted back then that we left behind so many grudges that turned into calamities.

Just as he was reflecting on the past, a woman came out. Her hair was tied up in a bun, her lotus-colored long dress was flowing, she was beautiful, had a charming smile, and a beauty mark on the corner of her mouth.

"I wondered who you had dragged me here to deal with. Turns out I'm just a remnant of the Shu Mountain sect. How interesting!"

Although the name "remnants of Shu Mountain" was offensive, the newcomer made Yan Chixia's expression darken.

Mingxin, a traitor to the Illusionary Transformation Sect!

Dao Yi, a disciple of the monk, was originally male, but after going astray in her cultivation, she transformed into a woman.

She appears to be a beautiful young woman in her late teens, but is actually a burly man over fifty who picks his toes. Illusion masters are particularly adept at restraining others, making her quite troublesome.

Behind them, figures were faintly visible approaching, led by the three evil sect experts who had started earlier. A total of more than a dozen strange-looking creatures surrounded the area.

These are all hidden dangers left over from the demon-slaying and monster-eliminating efforts of Mount Shu in the past, which have now turned against them.

This lineup is several times stronger than the previous six raids combined.

It seems I won't be able to reach Qiantang this time.

That's it, that's it.

Today we'll fight to the death; the sword cultivators of Mount Shu have never feared such things.

He drew his sword, sprayed a mouthful of strong liquor onto the divine sword in his hand, and felt a raging fire of anger rise in his chest, his heart filled with a surging killing intent like a tsunami.

Life and death were long since disregarded; their sword spirit, sword intent, and sword bones stood firm on the earth. The cold light flashed, captivating the soul, and none of the demons present dared to make a move.

"Who else!!!"

Such a fierce and tragic scene made the evil cultivators realize that this was a life-or-death battle with no room for retreat.

But before the battle even began, some unorthodox experts actually arrived to provide reinforcements.

"A practitioner on the path cultivates for a hundred years, grasps the true Dharma with wisdom, and is one with heaven and earth. With countless children in his heart, he suddenly understands the autumn of the world."

"I am Qingzhuo Sanren of the White Lotus Sect."

"I came specifically to kill you."

A Taoist priest arrived gracefully, seemingly ethereal and otherworldly, but the words "White Lotus" on his person were frightening.

Before the evil masters could react, another surge of demonic energy flew out from the Han River.

"The ancient tortoise understands the workings of creation, yet calamities arise from the dragon's pool. It can calculate heaven and earth, but not itself; its ability to predict good and bad fortune chills the heart."

A short old man descended into the water and landed beside the Taoist.

"The aquatic creatures of Dongting Lake, the King of Benbo."

The appearance of this human and demon instantly swept across the entire scene, making many demons feel somewhat inferior.

Why would someone as cultured as you want to engage in heresy?

The Shu Mountain hero was stunned when he saw the newcomer, seemingly frightened.

This...this.
Then he understood something, gripped his sword tightly, and roared to the sky.

They say they want to know how many years I, Yan Chixia, have cultivated and how many Shu Mountain cultivators I have killed. And today...
After rambling on for a while, the crowd lost all interest in investigating the background of the two men; they were definitely not good people.

Seeing that the situation was back on track, the swordsman from Mount Shu drew his divine sword and said, "Come at me all at once."

The sword light instantly reached dozens of feet, leaving behind a dazzling band of light.

The separation and reunion are like a dazzling and vast cosmic star, piercing the night, illuminating the sky, and flying backwards.

inverted flight?

The cold-hearted monk gave a sinister smile.

"Everyone, attack together! Kill this remnant and then go to Mount Shu to claim the reward! Ah!"

A bloodcurdling scream followed immediately, incredibly shrill.

The alternation of heat waves and cold air, Gui water belongs to Yin, which is the boundless water of the ocean and cannot grow all things.

Blue lightning flashed several times in the mountains and forests, and in an instant, the place was transformed into a deep pit filled with crystals.

"What's this!"

"Gui Water Yin Thunder! So much Gui!"

"Were the last two good people?! No?! Were they bad people?! No! Who were they really?"

The dozen or so demons were blown to a pulp, but the cruelest part was yet to come.

The Taoist priest drew his sword, Cheng Ying, and relentlessly finished off the heavily injured evil sorcerer, showing no mercy whatsoever. The ruthlessness of his attacks clearly indicated professional skill.

But Turtle was really something else; he used a broken Star Banner to stab people.

This material is absolutely devastating for dealing with these little demons and monsters.

The surrounding area had been set up with a small Seven Star Illusion Array and the Eight Heavenly Dragon Fire of Buddhism, a combination of Taoist and Buddhist elements, ensuring that no one could escape.

Upon seeing this, Yan Chixia burst into laughter and began his own delightful grass-cutting adventure.

What does it mean for a single sword to chill nineteen provinces? What does it mean for sword energy to traverse thirty thousand miles? This is it!

Master Hanxin, with his profound skills and special magical treasures, only suffered minor injuries.

However, it could not withstand Cheng Ying's divine balance and Gui Da's blows that were like falling stars. Its body, which was now only half intact, collapsed to the ground.

Seeing the Shushan Divine Sword hanging above his head, he immediately burst into tears of anguish, declaring that he would repent and mend his ways.

Yan Chixia nodded.

"My senior brother was wrong back then."

"The act of slaying demons and eliminating evil did not completely eradicate evil."

The sword light pierces the heart and then the head, guaranteeing a complete and utter death.

The traitor from the Illusionary Sect was in a terrible state, as he was struck by the Eight Heavenly Dragon Fire that Xu Xuan had just comprehended.

It turned into a small torch without unleashing any powerful moves.

The shouts were extremely rough and far more terrifying than illusions.

The Blood Blade Sect expert who didn't reveal his name at the beginning was actually the strongest, so he lasted the longest.

Finally, the situation became one-against-three.

"I never imagined that the dignified swordsmen of Mount Shu would actually join forces with the White Lotus Demonic Sect and the demon race!"

"If Bai Mei knew this, he'd probably be so angry he'd come back to life!"

The three men didn't respond at all, but increased their strength and continued their attack, leaving him in a sorry state.

That's enough!

"Our Blood Blade Sect is descended from the ancient Blood Sea. Our sect's secret technique, the Blood Transformation Divine Blade, will always draw blood."

"Who can offer some guidance?"

Despite his determination to fight one-on-one, he couldn't withstand the determination of the three opponents to fight one-on-one at the same time.

The banner shatters the body's power, the sword severs the flesh.

He died tragically on the spot, and his resentment transformed into a vengeful ghost.

Unfortunately, the finishing touches on the Baoan Hall were so impeccable.

Several butterflies flew out; some breathed fire, some shoveled the ground, and some became megaphones.

"At that time, the Savior from Suffering, the Heavenly Venerable, pervades the ten directions, constantly using his majestic power to rescue all sentient beings from their delusions."

Thus have I heard: At one time, the Bhagavan was staying at the abode of the Muni sages on Mount Khaladiya.

It still involves both Buddhist and Taoist rituals for salvation, as well as the crisscrossing sword light that annihilates life and souls.

Soon, there were no more corpses here, not even a trace of ghostly or corpse aura. The fresh air was invigorating.

Master Mao only stopped working after he had finished all the tasks.

"Master Yan, it's been a long time."

"We've come to take you home."

(End of this chapter)