Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 567 Not My Fault
He usually does things like indiscriminately killing innocent people and bullying the weak. With his shamelessness and the name of his master, he has made a name for himself in Sichuan.

They had once fought against the third-generation disciples of Mount Shu and were beaten so badly that they had to flee in disarray. Today, they had come to avenge their defeat.

Qi Lingyun's heart sank. It seemed that Heaven was no longer protecting Mount Shu. The final divination by Liu Ren had revealed a desperate situation.

But she would not surrender easily; the disciples of Shu Mountain would only die in battle.

He took out the Azure Sword from the brocade pouch.

"Brother, if we can break through, let's go to the capital."

"Although the imperial dynasty's fortune can corrupt one's soul, the legacy of Mount Shu is more important."

The meaning behind the words is clear: to survive, one must make sacrifices.

Qi Jinchan realized that her sister's body was no longer able to withstand such a battle, and immediately understood that this would be the last battle of her life.

His long-suppressed magical power erupted suddenly, his eyes shot out golden light over ten feet long, and his aura became fierce and violent.

Knowing the power of Qi Jinchan's sword light, and fearing that his brothers might repeat the mistakes of other demons, the Great Demon gave a secret signal.

The other four demons knew that Huang Su wanted everyone to use magic weapons to win, so they directed the sword light to meet the enemy, and each of them took out a small banner from their side and stood in their respective positions.

A powerful demon with a red face, long beard, leopard eyes, and an eagle nose stood in the Xun position, holding a small banner and chanting incantations. The other seven demons also chanted incantations, suddenly withdrawing their sword light and unfurling the small banners in their hands.

In the blink of an eye, a cold wind arose, accompanied by eerie cries. The sky darkened, thick smoke filled the air, and venomous snakes, monsters, and ferocious demons surged forth from the green flames and yellow dust from all directions.

With her keen eyes, Qi Jinchan had already seen that the eight demons were advancing and attacking each other under the cover of green fire and yellow dust. She knew that the demonic magic was powerful, but she could not escape.

He was confident he could win one-on-one. He was also confident he could easily defeat two opponents.

However, it was already quite difficult for three people to work together. Four people had almost no chance of winning.

Not to mention the eight people, and the eight who used magical artifacts to form a demonic array.

This formation is a simplified version of the Seven-Gate Demon Formation set up by Venerable Poison Dragon, consisting of seven gates: Life, Death, Traps, Drowning, Fall, Annihilation, and Terror.

Once the formation is complete, it cannot be broken unless someone attacks the Life and Death Gates from the outside.

Moreover, his sister was right behind him; there was no way out in this battle.

They casually unleashed the Mandarin Duck Thunder Swords to fight, their bodies completely protected by two beams of red and purple light.

Mount Shu has many pairs of magical treasures. This pair was a rare treasure that Master Lianshan hid on Moon Island. Fearing that outsiders would get their hands on it, Master Changmei took it out and gave it to Xun Lanyin, who then passed it on to Qi Jinchan.

The twin swords, one purple and one red, emit a sound like thunder and lightning when used, and are impervious to all evil.

Today, the Eight Demons were unusually patient, and they did not launch a strong attack even when Qi Jinchan made a mistake.

Qi Lingyun discerned some clues. It seemed that the great demon was about to arrive, and the other party was wary of their desperate efforts, so they only used a trapping formation.

Anxious and determined to fight to the death.

If she could, she would use her last sword strike to tear open the formation and send her younger brother overseas to preserve the Shushan legacy; then she would die without regret.

He flicked the jade pendant from his waist, preparing to break the seal on his body.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and the formation shattered. What was this?!
A dazzling purple flame streaked across the sky, radiating an excessively blinding light and causing excruciating pain that scorched one's consciousness.

Before she closed her eyes, she saw two sword beams.

Or rather, you don't even need to look; you can sense it just by the sound of the sword's cry!
It's the Purple and Green Twin Swords!!!
It turned out that Li Yingqi had been crouching in the distance observing for a long time and felt that the aura of these eight people was not very strong. Their cultivation levels seemed to be only slightly higher than his own, but their combat strength was definitely not as good as his.

Although she enjoys killing people, after spending a long time in the Baoan Hall, she realized that jumping out at this moment would be a brainless act, so it would be better to secretly gather strength for a first-time kill.

So they continued to approach stealthily, while simultaneously devising tactics.

According to the art of judging people taught by Master Xu.

Generally, the more members a group has, the weaker their individual skills and the more ineffective their methods are.

The fact that the battle began with the immediate deployment of formations further demonstrates that the combination could only gain a slight chance of victory through the power of formations.

Therefore, as long as one or two are killed swiftly at the start of the game, the formation will be broken immediately, and its deterrent effect will be greatly reduced.

Although there is no enmity between us, you call yourselves the Eight Demons, so I, the great hero Li, cannot pretend I did not hear it.

Then I heard about some remnants of the Shu Mountain sect, so I couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

One of my ambitions, Li Yingqi, is to make Shushan great again!
Now that we've encountered a former fellow disciple of Master Yan, we have to rescue him out of a sense of duty.

More importantly! Baoantang is short-staffed!
Remnants of Mount Shu. Tsk tsk, these are simply top-notch employees.

Amidst the wind and snow, Li Yingqi was ready to draw his sword.

As Xiaoqing's disciple, he is a second-generation member of Baoan Hall.

She has the best resources, the fiercest temperament, and the most equipment.

Those weapons became top-tier killing machines in her hands.

First, randomly select a lucky demon, approach it, and suddenly launch an attack.

The Purple Pure Spirit Flame Dou Shuai Fire exploded at full power, bursting forth with intense light and heat.

Heavenly Flame, specifically designed to harm demons. The best choice for wide-area group attacks.

In an instant, a dual physical and magical attack was launched on the enemy's eyes and senses, plunging the scene into chaos.

Then he threw out a beam of light the size of a copper hammer, radiating auspicious light. This was the Mani Bead, also possessing the divine power to suppress demons. It instantly sent a demon flying.

Throwing out another piece of ancient warm jade to smash someone away is the most brutal way to use a treasure formed from the essence of the Yanghe Mountain that has been stored for thousands of years to smash someone.

He casually unleashed three bolts of Yin Lightning from the Gui Water, causing the two demons to tremble violently.

He pulled out a tortoise shell to block the Great Demon Huang Xiao who had reacted. This fiend was one of the few among the eight demons who had some skill, but unfortunately he encountered the cautious Little Killer Star.

All I could do was yell, "Third brother, fourth sister, watch out!"

Li Yingqi sneered, "Be careful?"

Colorful butterflies flew out from the void, and the demonic illusion rushed into the souls of the two demons, instantly controlling them with a flick of their fingers.

After using magical weapons to suppress people, they then kill them with swordsmanship.

"Fa Bao!"

Amidst the wind and snow, the Yue Maiden Sword suddenly shone brightly, like a bolt of lightning piercing the darkness.

The Yue Maiden Sword is a divinely bestowed sword, embodying the fury and coldness of wind and snow, and harnessing the power of heaven and earth for its own use; it is an extension of the will of heaven and earth.

With a gentle flick of the sword, the surrounding snowflakes spun with the sword's momentum, transforming into countless tiny ice blades that, along with the sword light, attacked the enemy.

The sword light was as invisible as the wind, yet as cold as snow, making it elusive and difficult to defend against.

There was no burst of light; all the energy was concentrated on the sword's edge. It was chilling to the bone, penetrating every pore.

The demons of Sichuan had never seen such a scene before. Their battles with the disciples of Mount Shu were always dozens of feet apart, with swords flying back and forth and magical weapons clashing. They had never seen such close-quarters attacks.

And wasn't she just shouting "Fang Bao" (a popular Chinese martial arts term)?!
The protective aura was shattered in an instant, and the murderous aura of the purple and green swords vanished in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the entire process from drawing the sword to striking the target was completed.

The two demons died, and the formation shattered in the blink of an eye.

The arena fell silent. The Six Demons and the Qi siblings stared at the killing star standing in the snow without saying a word, with only the sound of wind and snow remaining.

Huang Su knocked the tortoise shell away and asked with a look of apprehension:

"The Purple and Green Twin Swords?!"

"You are also a remnant of the Shu Mountain sect!"

The red mole between Li Yingqi's eyebrows burned like a flame, and a murderous aura emanated from his very bones.

A quick glance at the six terrified villains—and the company culture kicks in:

"The cold blade is drawn from its sheath, piercing the sky; a single sword strikes across ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers."

"I do not concern myself with worldly matters of life and death, but roam freely between heaven and earth with ease."

"Bao'an Hall, Li Yingqi!"

Twin swords flashed across the sky; the battle had only just begun!
the other side.

After the Awakening of Insects, Qiantang suddenly calmed down, and those who were supposed to cultivate themselves continued their cultivation, while those who were supposed to protect the Tao continued to protect the Tao.

Xu Xuan saw off many students.

The three major academies in Jiangnan were concentrated in Jingzhou and Yangzhou, and it was impossible for all students to stay here to study.

The provincial examinations were held in various prefectures and cities. All students, tribute students, and students of the Imperial Academy from the province, including those who had not yet entered officialdom and those who were officials but had not yet been formally appointed, were eligible to take the examinations after passing the provincial examinations.
The students come from all over the country, and some of them, whose homes are far away, are about to set off.

Even those who live nearby have left. Some prefer to cultivate themselves in seclusion, some are worried about being influenced by others, and some have other arrangements at home.

The participants in this batch of academy have all had different experiences, and it's hard to say whether they will ever meet again.

All Xu Xuan could do was tell everyone to keep their holiday handbooks safe, so they wouldn't get eaten by demons.

He himself was watching the TV series "The Butterfly Lovers" while simultaneously gathering intelligence.

The plot of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai is progressing somewhat slowly due to someone's interference; the paper tortoise's illusion is simply too evil for Liang Shanbo.

For some reason, this conflicted mindset aroused Zhu Yingtai's interest.

They studied together, ate together, practiced music together, and burned paper money together; they were practically inseparable.

The development of their relationship is comparable to that of a female-oriented online novel, both absurd and captivating.

Of course, apart from the slight change in their friendship, Liang Shanbo was still very outstanding in other aspects.

He made rapid progress in his studies, effectively turning his struggles into motivation.

He also frequently came to the back mountain to chat with Master Xu, trying to learn some powerful techniques to get along with his friends.

Seeing how hard he worked, Master Xu said he could teach him a special skill when he wasn't busy.

"Liang Shanbo, do you know how to fold paper?"

Besides matters concerning the academy, Xu Xuan also paid close attention to intelligence from across the Nine Provinces.

It seems that the Lord of Dongting Clouds merely sent out a wisp of cloud and then did not interfere in anything, as if he did not care about the movements of Taihu Lake at all.

The giant turtle was particularly effective at stirring up trouble; it caused chaos in Dongting Lake as soon as it threw out a treasure box.

The matter of the Dragon Palace in Dongting Lake has been fully exposed. The war between the river fish is extremely brutal, and it seems that there is another force pushing things along.

Currently, only the demon kings of the eight main waterways are still holding their ground; the others have all become involved to varying degrees.

One of the senior disciples of the Pure Land School was ambushed by the Yin-Yang Dharma King while suppressing the Earthly Fiends and was seriously injured.

The sect was furious, and the nameless old monk personally went down the mountain to find the enemy.

He even sent a letter on a palm leaf to the holy monk Fahai in Qiantang, expressing his request that Fahai take over the management of the ancestral temple should anything happen to him.

Fahai himself
Is this almost the end of the Ancestral Court dungeon?
Upon further reflection, I realized that only three people in the Pure Land Sect could summon the Golden Bowl: one was out of the mountains to subdue demons, another was leveling up in the underworld, and I seemed to be the only one who could free up my resources.

Tsk tsk tsk. Tell me, as the Holy Father of the White Lotus, should I be hoping for your return after vanquishing the demons, or should I be hoping for your return after vanquishing the demons?
Another story is about the Chinese Grand Tutor in the capital who suddenly flew into a rage one day and wanted to go to Jiangnan again.

However, an elder from the Shangqing School led a young child from the Ge family to the capital to investigate the case of the massacre of Ge Xianweng's relatives.

The criticism was directed at the Crown Prince's residence, which had recommended Deng You, and the Imperial Preceptor, as a representative of the court, went to mediate.

Let's return to worldly affairs.

The second generation of two powerful families in the north are still vying for power. The position of magistrate of Qiantang County has long been forgotten. Now it's just a matter of who is superior.

It is said that two of the wealthiest businessmen in the capital also got involved, and the scale of the operation grew larger and larger.

Emperor Jin has been busy scheming against his brothers lately, and the princes have all become a bit wild since New Year's Day.

When the emperor loses his authority, the world falls into chaos.

Xu Xuan slapped people and performed the White Lotus Manifesto, some intentionally and some unintentionally, but all of them caused serious harm to Emperor Jin.

It is said that the Northern White Lotus has assassinated several minor princes during this period and also organized a clumsy assassination attempt against the Jin Emperor, which seems to be proving something.
Could it be loyalty?

The third son of the Duke of Ziyang did not live past the Spring Equinox. It is said that he was halfway through activating the celestial globe when his liver and gallbladder ruptured, and he saw nothing.

The imperial court is currently selecting the next Grand Astrologer.

No one dared to be absent, and no one dared to step forward, recommend each other, or show affection for one another; so things remained at a stalemate.

The newly appointed High Priest died tragically in his room, clutching a broken mask of Birch in his hand.

The lineage of wizards is already difficult to pass down, and in this dynasty, they have lost their former power and influence, making them an even bigger problem.

"Sigh, how come all of this seems to have something to do with me?"

The Father only felt a pang of emotion for a moment before he came to terms with it.

"That's just how the world is; it's not my fault."

He threw out the butterfly and summoned the Three Wonders.

He had another bold little idea.
　I'm going out to eat today, so I finished writing and posted this early.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)