Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 474 The Great Cold Weather Change
It's estimated that in a few years, even he won't be able to understand Li Yingqi's swordsmanship level.

It's not that his third-level sword cultivation is inferior, but rather that their paths are different.

Yan Chixia cultivates the Shu Mountain Flying Sword Way, and has only a slight understanding of human sword techniques. Although he is very strong, he is not a specialist in them.

Li Yingqi did not cultivate the Shu Mountain Flying Sword Technique, but the Yue Maiden Sword Technique, a divinely bestowed sword technique, which is also the way of heaven.

Such a situation is extremely rare, to the point that it is a manifestation of skill that is almost akin to the Dao, and has only been seen in ancient texts.

The Yue Maiden Sword is an ancient sword technique from the Spring and Autumn Period. At that time, the fighting techniques were not as advanced as they are today, so the complex sword moves were removed to better reflect the essence of the art.

Whether A Qing truly vanished after shattering the void with her sword is unknown; it's just that in someone's story, she seems to have used a fictional path to achieve true enlightenment.

When Xiaoqing was teaching the sword, she boasted wildly, and Xu Xuan, for the sake of appearances, also boasted wildly. Together, the two created this absurd sword style.

Using swordsmanship to manifest the will of Heaven makes the path to enlightenment far more difficult than ordinary cultivation methods.

If Li Yingqi weren't an upgraded version of himself, it would be almost impossible for him to elevate his swordsmanship to such a level.

Yan Chixia could only sigh that he was lucky to be a swordsman, otherwise he would have been as embarrassed as Second Hall Master Xu Qing, stammering and behaving like a fool.

Of course, it is Zhu Yingtai in the courtyard who is now embarrassed.

"Do you understand?"

I understand about 80%.

He was confident, and then he got a beating from Master Li.

"Do you understand?"

"I understand about 30%."

He was a little insecure and got a beating from Master Li.

"Do you understand?"

"No."

Zhu Yingtai dared not say she had forgotten everything, and was given another beating.

Actually, she did understand a little bit, such as the starting stance.

Chop it down hard!
Two days later, the days of mutual torment finally came to an end.

"Miss, if you don't go home soon, you won't be able to study in Qiantang next year."

Zhu Yingtai reluctantly bid farewell to her young master.

The young master slammed the courtyard gate shut.

The carriage traveled over mountains and valleys towards Shangyu, with the young lady's eyes wide open, scanning both sides the entire way.

They wished a few clueless thieves would jump out immediately to test the swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, the security situation in Wu Commandery improved dramatically after Deng You's death, with all the bandit dens, big and small, being swept away by the Commandant as a way to atone for his crimes.

Xu Xuan's campaign to quell the demons in Taihu Lake also destroyed many demon strongholds, making matters worse for the Green Forest Path, which relied on the protection of demons.

The journey was incredibly smooth, and we arrived home in just a few days.

When the young lady returned home, it was naturally a lively occasion.

Madam Zhu first shed tears of joy, for this child had never been away from her for so long since birth.

Once rationality returned, I realized something was wrong. Why did this girl seem even wilder after going to the academy?
Zhu Yingtai, having already prepared her speech, replied that as the saying goes, "Heaven's movement is ever vigorous; so should a gentleman constantly strive for self-improvement."

On Nanshan Mountain, one not only studies diligently but also learns the Six Arts of a Gentleman, which naturally makes one's spirit more resilient.

The real surprise will come when the results are announced.

From writing even a single character crookedly before leaving home to now having calligraphy as sharp as if carved from stone, the difference is like heaven and earth.

Zhu Yingtai is proud; I've also carved words on my name.

Although it was carved on the most inconspicuous stone tablet in a corner, it was not carved a thousand times, but a hundred times.

He has also mastered all the classics and historical texts, making an epic level of progress.

Madam Zhu couldn't believe it. Had her silly daughter suddenly become clever?

Master Zhu laughed heartily, praising Chongqi, saying, "Well done! He truly deserves the reputation of being a pillar of Jiangnan's culture. Even a stubborn rock can be enlightened; his educational skills are truly remarkable."

"Study hard next year, and Dad will find you a good family to marry into, hahahaha."

"Take this top-grade South China Sea pearl powder and use it." The master was overjoyed and immediately went out to organize an extremely extravagant party, taking the opportunity to strengthen their bond and find the most suitable place for such an outstanding daughter to marry.

While expressing his joy, the host also inquired about his daughter's life at the academy.

For example, whether those three vows were broken, and whether she was too intimate with male classmates.

"Yingtai was so engrossed in studying the classics that she had no time to make friends."

For some reason, lies come out of his mouth so easily, and even seem so natural.

Anyway, she wouldn't mention the little things like how she always hung out with Liang Shanbo, went to the pleasure boat to see pretty girls together, and even fought the Blood Demon with him.

In just six months, the trouble he caused has given him a wider worldview than 99% of the human race.

Madam Zhu believed it. She thought her daughter was a bit slow in her studies, and that her current performance must have come from great effort. She had no time to socialize with her classmates.

That's for the best, so that tragedy won't happen.

"Master is considering your marriage, and I can only postpone it for another two years at most."

Cherish your time at the academy.

Zhu Yingtai did not get angry; instead, she nodded obediently.

This behavior made the lady both happy that her child was sensible and sad that she was becoming like herself.

Little did she know that her docility at this moment was only because her acting skills had not yet reached perfection, so she lowered her head to prevent her mother from seeing her baring her teeth.

She'd like to see which fool dared to propose marriage; she'd beat them all up!
He then returned to the courtyard and suddenly felt that the world was too small, which displeased him.

Looking at the words of the sages on the bamboo slips in my hand, I felt frustrated. Is all you can do is talk about reason?
"Miss, Miss, Madam has sent your favorite glass vase, and she even caught a butterfly inside."

"It's beautiful."

The maid brought the young lady's favorite toy to cheer her up.

Zhu Yingtai looked at the butterfly, which was also trapped in the glass vase, with a deep gaze.

"Hmph! How could I, the Swordsman of Nanshan, use butterflies to amuse myself any longer!"

Without a second thought, he raised the bamboo slip and smashed it down!
The sword was swung out with a low rumble, like the sound of a boulder rolling down a distant mountain.

With a loud crash, the glass vessel seemed to shatter as if struck by a rock. The fragments refracted the sunlight, creating a dazzling array of colors that, in an instant, reflected a breathtaking and illusory beauty.

The butterfly emerged unharmed from the landslide and flew out of its cage.

On my first day back home, I learned the basics of swordsmanship.

There's a saying that goes: "I am not yet strong, but when I am strong, things will change."

Miss Zhu practices swordsmanship daily with bamboo slips within a small space, and her swordsmanship improves rapidly, just waiting to make a world-shaking breakthrough.

Of course, I need to deal with my mother's anger first.

Just as Zhu Kuangye from Liang Zhu was growing up, Xu Xuan led a group of people to the Yuwang Temple.

Snowflakes, like feathers falling from the sky, gently landed on the lake, draping the vast Taihu Lake in a pure white veil.

Today, it’s cold.

Life lies dormant, all things are in hibernation.

The last point in the twenty-four solar terms, after the Great Cold, is the Beginning of Spring, ushering in a new year's cycle of solar terms.

At the final juncture of the four seasons, Suijun will be born.

Born against the will of Heaven, they are born with a destiny to defy.

There must be a story behind the day Xiaoqing hatched.

The group first offered incense at the Yuwang Temple. There were some things Xu Xuan would not hide from everyone.

"King Yu is above."

Xu started rambling on and on, praising himself, Bao'antang, and Xiaoqing. Regardless of whether it was useful or not, it was the thought that counted.

Then all that's left is to wait for the hatching time.

As the sun set, a barely perceptible crack appeared on the blue eggshell.

Snap, snap. The eggshell begins to peel off.
The times have changed.

(End of this chapter)