Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 484 Taking Action Early

Upon returning home, his wife dreamt of him saying, "I will be reborn; open the coffin immediately."

When the coffin was opened, there was indeed a sign of life, but the breath was very faint, and it was impossible to tell whether the person was alive or dead.

It now seems that the other party must have practiced the evil arts of the Corpse Demon path to be resurrected.

Could it be that his encounter with me in Guobei was also due to the fate of "being resurrected from the dead"?

Zao had a lot on his mind, and of course, his hands didn't stop either.

Starting hand:

【morning】

With a single "Good morning," a ray of sunlight emerged from the night in Guobei.

It runs from beginning to end, from birth to death, and then from death to life.

This word already contains terrifying power; it can be considered a mantra.

Inspire the power of the great sun within your heart to illuminate all directions.

The first rays of dawn break in the east, cold and still; all is silent as the sun rises.

Where yang energy arises, even metal and stone can be penetrated; when spirit arrives, what cannot be accomplished!

The ghouls in the shadows roared in pain and knelt on the ground, while the dark energy hidden on the enemy was directly melted away by the power of the sun.

Then the wooden sword was drawn, and a fierce and decisive sword aura flew out.

The indomitable spirit of righteousness brought forth streaks of silver light, like twinkling stars, and seemed to carry the sound of thunder.

Qi and blood, along with righteous energy, surged forth violently, making the sword's power even more formidable.

Early-class student followed the sword, pressing forward with overwhelming momentum, determined to decide life and death with a single strike.

Yan Ji first lost his sight, then his voice, and was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, his instincts were still intact. He let out a strange cry and summoned a corpse to block in front of him. Then, a white bone breastplate flew out from his chest to block the sword's edge.

The righteous energy surged forth, invincible. Unfortunately, the wooden sword lacked a sharpness, and was momentarily hindered.

The enemy immediately abandoned the surrounding ghouls and transformed into a black wind, retreating from the area.

Zao looked at the departing demonic energy with a sense of helplessness, and casually gestured to the surrounding soldiers.

The Confucian knight-errant does not harness the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so he cannot fly and is relatively weak in mobility.

Unless they can find an ancient chariot like Yu Gong did to get around, they really can't catch up with that little piece of trash.

Now that we've already clashed once, the plan needs to be revised.

Upon returning to the City God Temple, he immediately took out the butterfly.

Chongqi students dislike working alone.

"Master Xu, I'm here."

Yan Ji, who had flown away, was in a terrible state. Blood was flowing from his eyes and ears. He flew erratically and finally knelt down on the ruins of Lanruo.

Just a few days ago, I was full of vigor, thinking that I was about to become a famous demon and say goodbye to the days of hiding. I never expected that today I would see the calamity that God sent down.

The power of the sun and the righteous spirit—this combination is truly the nemesis of evil.

Give up? I'm not willing to.

Continue? I'm so scared.

Does God really not give rogue cultivators like us any way out?

Yan Ji had never felt so helpless before.

He rose to fame in his youth, resurrected from the dead using the secret techniques of the White Bone Sect, and then encountered a time of decline for the Dao and rise for the demons, constant natural disasters, and endless wars.

His magical power increased dramatically, allowing him to pass through the Heavenly Gate of Enlightenment, a feat that was unattainable for countless rogue cultivators.

He even found the relics of General Pingxi on the Liangshan battlefield in the north, and then came to Jiangnan to search for treasure.

Unexpectedly, his fortunes took a turn for the worse, and all his pride was shattered by the Confucian knight-errant.

Overwhelmed with grief and indignation, he felt that Heaven was unjust, yet dared not curse the heavens. An endless, stifling anger ignited within him.

It's not surprising that he couldn't make a decision; after all, demons who have never suffered a great loss are always a bit stubborn.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of experience.

Lord Black Mountain was fierce and domineering. The moment he saw the phantom of Ksitigarbha, he lifted his foot, picked up the real body, and ran away, leaving behind a small hell.

Blood Demon Deng Yin was ruthless and vicious. Even after his most important clone was killed, he did not come to seek revenge. Instead, he tricked others into coming to Qiantang.

This is the true demeanor of a great demon.

There's a reason why demons from small, insignificant households rarely amount to anything.

At this moment, Yan Ji's heart was filled with demonic thoughts, and he was occupied by a belief: that what doesn't kill me will only make me stronger, and my fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven! Stubbornness leads to self-destruction, and the mind is clouded and he must awaken.

When the calamity arises, even a Great Immortal cannot escape or break free.

First step, mass produce troops!

Mass produce a massive army!
For some reason, Guo Bei's corpse refused to be processed by spirit mediums, so they had to search for corpses in other places.

Behold, he dug up hundreds of graves overnight and formed an army of bones.

Second, call for reinforcements!
There are also factions among the unaffiliated cultivators of the demonic path. He had a good older brother who was also a person who had been resurrected from the dead.

Because of this relationship, the two hit it off immediately and didn't scheme against each other much.

"Brother Wenhe, come to Guobei quickly."

"We present to you the treasures left behind by General Pingxi."

Jia Yu, who was about to set off for Sichuan for further studies, hesitated when he received a message from his younger brother.

He had been practicing for longer than Yan Ji and had seen many trials and tribulations.

I once offered him a few words of advice out of consideration for our shared fame as resurrected individuals, and we became friends on the surface.

Because being resurrected from the dead inevitably brings good fortune, that's how he embarked on the path of cultivation.

During the Jian'an era of Emperor Xian of Han, Jia Yu, courtesy name Wenhe, from Nanyang, died of illness.

The official in charge of divination reviewed the records and said to the clerk, "We should summon Wen He from a certain prefecture. Why summon this man? Send him away quickly."

Wenhe died two nights ago. When the coffin was laid out for burial, his face was still radiant and his heart was slightly warm. After a short while, he revived.

After returning from the underworld, Jia Shusheng naturally refused to linger in the mortal world any longer. He tried every means to find a cultivation method and began to cultivate. Only when he made some progress did he discover that it was evil.

Left with no other choice, he could only go down this dark path and became a senior figure among the rogue cultivators of the demonic path.

Besides the idea of ​​double-crossing, I also want to win over some newcomers.

As expected, Yan Ji was lucky. He was not killed by the righteous masters for practicing the Corpse Demon White Bone Technique, and even entered the Dao smoothly.

Even more unexpectedly, the other party was so bold as to dare to plot against General Pingxi, and it seems they even succeeded.

That's quite tempting.

Who doesn't know the fame of General Pingxi? Almost everyone knows the most legendary stories in his life.

If there really is some treasure left behind, then we'll have something to talk about when we go to Sichuan for further studies.

Furthermore, the fact that the enemy is a Confucian swordsman makes me feel even more at ease.

It's not that Confucian heroes aren't powerful; in fact, they are veritable nemesis of evil spirits, becoming terrifyingly strong once they grow up.

But now we've encountered one that hasn't matured yet.

If even someone like Yan Ji can't be killed, then he poses no threat to me.

Another point is that there are fewer and fewer Confucian masters, and their deterrent power is not as great as before.

For some reason, the number of Confucian knights-errant decreased rapidly in this dynasty, and there were not many scholars who cultivated righteous spirit.

This is a tremendous boon for the demonic path.

After much thought, I finally gritted my teeth, stomped my foot, and did it.

“Brother Shidu, I have come to you.”

After donning full armor, picking up various ghost banners, and swallowing blood beads, he was now a fully-equipped demon.

It's like snatching chestnuts from the fire—something demonic cultivators excel at.

Little did they know that a wisp of black energy was spreading from their foreheads, gradually seeping into their hearts.

After the black mist flew into the territory of Guo Bei, Jia Yu's slight worries were completely gone, and his heart was filled only with the desire for treasure and the pursuit of killing.

Once they were at the ruins of Lanruo, the brothers naturally spoke frankly upon meeting.

"Brother, where are the treasures left behind by General Pingxi?"

"Brother, please look."

Old Devil Jia gasped in shock. How could this thing be found?

I thought it was just an ordinary treasure, but my good brother gave me a big one.

Even the old demon was somewhat panicked, and there was even a possibility that he might break free from the bewitching aura and run away.

Unfortunately, the demonic path is the demonic path; one's obsession runs deep and one cannot extricate oneself.

　I'll be sending out red envelopes in the group chat on New Year's Eve, just to let everyone know in advance.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)