Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 566 Encounter in the Snow Mountain
The cold wind is like a knife, using the earth as a chopping board and treating all living beings as fish and meat.

Snowflakes fly for thousands of miles, turning the sky into a furnace, melting all things into silver.

The snow was about to stop, but the wind had not yet subsided. A carriage came from the north, its rolling wheels crushing the ice and snow on the ground, but unable to crush the loneliness between heaven and earth.

Qi Lingyun sat quietly in the swaying carriage. The interior was dimly lit, with only a few faint rays of light shining through the curtains onto her.

The once-renowned swordsmen of Mount Shu were now as pale as paper, their lips devoid of color, like porcelain that would shatter at the slightest touch.

His clear, autumn-water-like eyes were filled with fatigue, and a faint bluish shadow appeared under his eyes.

Only his eyes remained as resolute as ever, like a sword that has been forged through countless trials, though covered in dust, it is still sharp.

After decades of cultivating immortality, what remained for her, besides magical power, was an unwavering belief.

After the destruction of Mount Shu, an even stronger will to survive burned within them.

Suddenly, excruciating pain shot through his meridians, and at the same time, the injuries to his soul were aggravated.

"Cough cough cough cough."

The heart-wrenching cough could no longer be suppressed, and specks of black blood oozed from his body.

The habitual activation of the jade pendant at the waist caused a surge of cold energy to circulate throughout the body's meridians.

She then pulled out a medicine bottle from the corner and drank it down in large gulps. A sickly crimson flush rose on her pale face, as if poisonous flames from hell were burning her body and soul.

This is a medicine to stimulate vitality; drinking too much of it will shorten one's lifespan, and it is an evil practice.

To keep going, one can only resort to desperate measures.

"What a vicious Five Poisons Soul-Chasing Red Cloud Sand!"

"It seems we can only hold on for another six months at most."

On the day Mount Shu collapsed, the Blood Demon broke through the Yin-Yang Microcosm Array, leading numerous demons to attack the main peak.

His father and mother were besieged by several powerful demons, and he, as a third-generation disciple, also fell into the Eight Demon Formation, suffering from the invasion of earth, water, fire, and wind. Thunder and fire raged, gale-force winds and floods raged, poisonous clouds filled the air, and demonic mist swirled around him, creating a fierce and bloody atmosphere.

He escaped by breaking through the formation with the help of his younger brother's Mandarin Duck Thunder Sword, but unfortunately his protective aura was still tainted by the Red Cloud Sand thrown by the Poison Dragon Venerable, and he lost more than one-tenth of his cultivation.

If we can't find a turning point in this trip to the Great Snow Mountain, we might really perish and disappear.

After putting down the medicine bottle, she began to visualize the Great Heavenly Venerable, the Holy Mother of the Nine Heavens, from the Nine Heavens Mysterious Scripture.

Her hair was styled in a nine-dragon, phoenix-shaped bun, and she wore a crimson silk robe embroidered with gold threads. A blue jade belt trailed behind her long skirt, and a white jade scepter held aloft in colorful sleeves.

Her face was like a lotus calyx, her natural eyebrows and eyes reflected her cloud-like hair, her lips were like golden cinnabar, and her body was as white as snow.

Like the Queen Mother of the West residing in the Jade Pool, or Chang'e dwelling in the Moon Palace. Her dignified and immortal countenance is beyond description, her majestic image impossible to capture in a painting.

She has looked at this visualization diagram for more than ten years, and now she has gained even more insights from it.

Although it won't help the injury, it will preserve the strength to deliver the final blow.

When he was too exhausted to continue observing, he asked, "Little brother, where are we?"

A somewhat deep child's voice came from outside.

We're almost at the Great Snow Mountain.

Qi Jinchan sat in front of the carriage, holding the reins, his eyes fixed intently on the road ahead.

He was only eleven or twelve years old and small in stature, yet he stood out remarkably tall amidst the swirling snow.

He was no longer the innocent, lively, and bold boy he once was.

His eyes held a deeper and colder look, and his once clear and watery eyes now revealed a hint of resentment and ferocity.

He was oblivious to the wind and snow lashing his face, his lips pressed tightly together.

His hands gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force. The coughing sounds from inside the carriage felt like knives stabbing into his heart.

The inability to use magic easily, the inability to reveal one's whereabouts, the various restrictions were driving the boy almost insane.

Sword immortals cannot roam freely in the heavens; instead, they hustle and bustle underground.

Despite the great upheaval, I didn't fall into demonic possession entirely thanks to my sister's restraint.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask again, "Sister, is there really a chance for things to turn around at the Great Snow Mountain?"

Qi Lingyun remained silent in the carriage.

Some time ago, around the time of the Awakening of Insects, I received a response while praying to the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady.

In a moment of inspiration, he used his rudimentary method of Da Liu Ren to divine the secrets of heaven and received a revelation: there was a glimmer of hope if he went to the Great Snow Mountain.

At this point, whether you believe or not depends entirely on your own heart.

Although Mount Shu is a sword-cultivating sect, it is actually more proficient in the methods of celestial secrets.

From the Long-Browed Immortal to the Second Generation Miao-Yi Immortal, and then to the many senior masters and elders, almost everyone knew a method of divination.

Almost everyone was talking about where there was an opportunity or where there was a grudge from a past life to settle.

It's just that they didn't foresee the possibility of the Shu Mountain clan being wiped out.

Influenced by this style, she was quite convinced and brought her younger brother here to seek a turning point.

But since Mount Shu has already fallen to the mortal realm, is there really any chance for a turnaround?

"Sister, someone's there!"

Clear footprints appeared on the ground, along with a unique scent.

The siblings remained on guard, prepared to fight to the death if they encountered any of the Yunnan followers of the Venerable Dulong, determined to take some with them no matter what.

Then I saw the lonely figure walking ahead, moving slowly but never stopping, like a sword.

Even though I didn't bring an umbrella, the wind and snow didn't touch me at all.

Sensing the approaching carriage, the figure turned around. It turned out to be a pretty young girl, dressed in a mink coat and wearing a large, fluffy hat that almost completely covered her face.

Upon closer inspection, it appeared to be not much larger than a cicada, with a red mole between its brows that pulsated like a flame.

The girl looked sharply at the carriage and spoke first.

"Where did you come from, children?"

Qi Jinchan: ?

Was that child talking about me?
Li Yingqi has been working hard to improve himself ever since his poor performance on the day of the Awakening of Insects.

Her cultivation method is definitely not something like practicing swordsmanship ten thousand times; that's not part of her main character's persona.

As the reincarnation of a killing star, one must naturally use the blood of evil spirits and heretics to temper oneself.

The Jiangnan region no longer provides much opportunity for training, as several well-known demon clan forces have been completely wiped out.

After several harvests, the little demons had lost their power, and the few remaining ones had all hidden themselves away, afraid to show their faces.

After the battles of Taihu Lake and Xinggou, many demons who could still maintain their rationality knew that this land could no longer contain them.

Why not just get together and venture out to other provinces, whether it's southern Sichuan, northern China, or even overseas?

This event is historically known as the Great Migration of Demons in Jiangnan.

The gaps left were filled by newly born, ignorant little sprites, and these became the training tasks for the Baoan Hall.

Li Yingqi naturally looked down on these challenges and followed them out of Yangzhou.

Fortunately, the intelligence network of Baoan Hall is very extensive and can provide basic intelligence.

Furthermore, the external demons, unaccustomed to harsh treatment, are all extremely arrogant and domineering. They can strike directly at their targets with minimal investigation, delivering a fatal blow with each strike.

No matter what the enemy disguises themselves as, no matter how pitiful their appearance, they cannot escape a fatal blow.

And so, with a swift movement, the sword fell, falling, falling until it reached the edge of the snow-capped mountain.

Li Yingqi maintained a good pace even after arriving at the snow mountain until he encountered Jin Peng, who surprisingly possessed some strange Buddhist teachings. He was caught off guard and Jin Peng escaped.

However, what is lost on one front is gained on another.

I found the divine weapon inside the mountain, but the stone box containing the sword was connected to the earth's veins and could not be easily broken. Otherwise, I would have already dug it out with my purple and green swords.

For now, we can only leave it here temporarily and wait until we return to Qiantang to ask Master Xu for a solution.

I'll kill that Golden Roc first.

That's how we encountered this strange horse-drawn carriage.

On a snowy day, a horse-drawn carriage is going into the mountains, and a child is driving it. There must be something fishy about all these elements together.

So he took the initiative to ask a question to test the waters.

Although they may not appear to have any blood feud, demons are masters of disguise.

If Qi Jinchan were still alive in Shushan, he would surely say a few witty remarks and even take the initiative to help eliminate the demon.

He was busy today, so he said he didn't know and drove away.

They didn't even announce their home, which shows they must have suffered a lot along the way.

Li Yingqi looked at the carriage with a strange expression. She smelled the stench of blood and the scent of trouble.

After all, she was a seemingly weak and helpless girl walking around in the snowy mountains, and the other party was not afraid of her at all.

Besides, what child would dress so lightly in the snow? They'd probably want to make themselves look like they're not ordinary people.

There must be something sinister going on!

Although she doesn't possess the Taoist Heavenly Eye Divine Power of Senior Uncle Bai, nor the special spiritual perception of Senior Uncle Xu, she has the intuition inherited from her master!
It's certain that the other party is a cultivator who has concealed their aura, and their cultivation level is quite high.

They have only so-so life experience and didn't even bother to pretend, which is really disappointing.

Li Yingqi quietly stepped aside, and once the carriage was far away, he followed stealthily like a fox in the snow.

A swordsman's intuition told her that if she followed, she could start killing people.

Around dusk.

Suddenly, he sensed something in his mind, raised an eyebrow and looked up. Such heavy demonic energy!
He immediately took out his magic weapon to conceal his aura even more deeply.

The wind and snow suddenly intensified, and eight dark figures descended from the sky, breaking through the wind and snow like ghosts, instantly approaching the carriage.

One of the demons sneered and flung out the Yin Wind Bagua Banner. Eight three-pointed, double-edged throwing knives flew up from the top of the banner, trailing a wisp of green smoke, and flew straight toward the carriage.

In an instant, the carriage was split in two. Wood chips flew everywhere, horses neighed, and the carriage collapsed with a roar in the wind and snow.

Qi Lingyun leaped out of the wrecked carriage. The two siblings stood back to back, their gazes fixed intently on their surroundings.

A woman dressed in a blood-red robe slowly stepped forward, holding a white bone sword in her hand, which made an eerie sound as she gently shook it.

A smile played on her lips, but her eyes were full of mockery:
"You little beast, do you still remember us, the Eight Demons of Nishikawa?"

"Unbelievable! This is truly retribution!"

"Qi siblings, today is your death day."

On the other side, a burly giant grinned maliciously, his voice booming like thunder: "Surrender obediently, and you might still be left with a whole corpse!"

Amidst the wind and snow, the auras of eight powerful demonic cultivators intertwined to form an invisible net, firmly binding the Qi siblings.

These were none other than the Eight Demons of Xichuan under the command of Venerable Poison Dragon.

The Great Demon Huang Su, the Second Demon Xue Ping, the Third Demon Qian Qing, the Fourth Demon Yi Hongying, the Fifth Demon Gongsun Wu, the Sixth Demon Li Hou, the Seventh Demon Wu Renlong, and the Eighth Demon Qiu Ling.

He was initially a disciple of Wei Fengniang, the Divine Hand Bhikkhu, but later switched allegiance to the Venerable Poison Dragon.

(End of this chapter)