Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 570 The Last Cloud

Qi Jinchan looked at the battlefield before her and didn't know where to start.

"Sister, what does 'cleaning up the battlefield' mean?"

Qi Lingyun's pale face was filled with nothing but bewilderment; everything that had just happened was too sudden.

With a sudden crash, one head was smashed to pieces, and with two quick snaps, another head was chopped off. What followed was a burst of light and shadow, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, some from enemies and some from the little girl herself.

Using feints to the east while attacking the west, speed to overwhelm slowness, and injury to save lives. This is what happened here after the magic weapon that obscured vision and spiritual senses was removed.

The reckless young girl achieved a battle casualty ratio that no third-generation disciple of Shushan had ever seen in their entire lives.

Despite having many more tricks up its sleeve, the Eight Demons were reduced to patches of bloody flesh on the ground, starkly contrasting against the white snow.

Severed limbs and remains were scattered everywhere, some covered by ice and snow with only a corner showing; others were exposed to the cold wind, looking particularly pitiful.

Several broken flying swords were stuck in the ground, their blades still shimmering with a faint light, and specks of black demonic energy scattered around them.

I haven't seen such a devastating battlefield in a long time.

The last time was in Shushan.

Thinking of this, I felt much better. No matter who the person was, the one who was exorcising the demon was one of our own.

It wasn't until Li Yingqi returned that the three of them officially met.

“Bao'an Hall, Li Yingqi.”

"He was taught by the Water Goddess of Taihu Lake, and his swordsmanship was inherited from the Yue woman of the Spring and Autumn Period."

This introduction is quite formal, but of course, we should ignore the fact that the other person's wound is bleeding profusely.

The purple flames of the Douluo Continent swept over his body, instantly sealing the wounds. Fresh tortoise blood pills began to replenish his life force. He also threw out several talismans that landed in the air to dispel the evil energy.

They haven't been idle at all.

The Qi siblings also made an introduction upon seeing this.

"Shushan, Qi Lingyun." "Shushan, Qi Jinchan."

In the past, it would have been quite prestigious to announce the birth of the eldest daughter and the third son of the second-generation leader of the Shushan Sect.

Wherever they go, they are respected by their peers in the martial arts world, and whenever the younger generation gathers together, they become the center of attention.

Unfortunately, Mount Shu is gone.

According to the customs of the martial arts world, they should find a suitable place to have a proper talk, but Li Yingqi is quite busy right now.

Despite his serious injuries, cleaning up the battlefield was the top priority.

This place bears the traces of one's blood and magical power. If it were to be tracked down by evil sorcerers, it could be secretly harmed by curses, poisons, or other ghostly methods, leaving behind vulnerabilities.

During internal training, Xu Xuan listed no fewer than ten ways to demonstrate the danger involved, and even asked ghost kings such as Qilicha to demonstrate one or two of them.

Even if you are blessed with great fortune and great karma, do not be complacent.

So he worked while talking to the siblings, and also gave instructions to Qi Jinchan, who wasn't seriously injured.

"That child, shatter the demonic energy."

"Does that child know fire magic? Burn that patch of blood, evaporate it into the air, and then send it into the sky to dissipate naturally."

"I won't call that kid." Qi Jinchan said helplessly, wondering where he learned this from.

He muttered to himself, but his hands never stopped; he did whatever he was told to do.

The Qi siblings actually had a lot of questions they wanted to ask, such as the origin of the Purple and Green Twin Swords.

This is one of the most famous divine weapons in Shu Mountain, and only the Sword Master of Destiny can wield it.

It was also the sword of the founding patriarch, the Long-Eyebrowed Immortal. For the disciples of Mount Shu, this divine weapon represents inheritance, signifying the future inheritors of the Daoist lineage.

However, this girl's methods were not flying sword techniques; the sword techniques she used were more like human swordplay or the fighting methods of a great demon saint.

Transforming all things in the world into a sword is wondrous, but it's very uncommon among sword cultivators.

Qi Lingyun couldn't help but ask.

Li Yingqi didn't waste any time and simply said that the divine soldiers had come from beyond the heavens.

The highlight was given to the moment when he wielded the divine sword and vanquished all demons, showing that he still had some idol image to maintain.

He would open his mouth and talk about charging into the demon army alone, killing demon heads and causing rivers of blood to flow.

The company also produces one poem after another, reflecting a strong corporate culture.

The Qi siblings were dumbfounded; this little heroine's style was completely different from theirs.

Even when the Shu Mountain Sect engages in magical duels, it usually involves only a dozen or so people, usually in a temple or a hidden treasure trove in a mountain stream.

The righteous and the demonic paths take turns performing.

Once you've refined a divine weapon or magical treasure, you must display its power; if there's a fierce formation, you must set it up.

Once all the heroes and big shots have arrived, a chaotic battle ensues, and the righteous path emerges victorious.

This is called the basic process.

Your war of thousands upon thousands of demons is truly incomprehensible, reminiscent of the ancient times described in classical texts.

Ancient times refers to the style of warfare during the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period, a time when gods, immortals, demons, and monsters were mixed together.

"Then you and Mount Shu."

Qi Lingyun found it difficult to say, since the person worshipped the Water God of Taihu Lake, which seemed to have no connection with Mount Shu, but the aura was somewhat similar.

Li Yingqi stated that he does indeed have connections with the Shushan Sect.

For example, the connection between Qi Yun Ling Ji and Master Xu raising their long eyebrows together.

We can only say what we can, and incidentally, we'll lure these two people to Qiantang.

"Ahem, we have a former second-generation disciple of Mount Shu named Yan Chixia in our Baoan Hall. He escaped the Blood Demon's pursuit with the Mount Shu Sect's 'Imperial Palace Heavenly Register True Edict' and the Heavenly Thunder Twin Swords. He is currently preparing to rebuild the new Mount Shu. We will see him when we return to Jiangnan together later."

Master Yan?! The new Shu Mountain?!
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Qi Jinchan was too young to know, but Qi Lingyun did.

Among the second-generation disciples of Shushan, she was a rather unique one. Master Miaoyi, who was also her father, once commented that this Uncle Yan was born with a heroic spirit.

Unfortunately, his talent in swordsmanship was mediocre, and he had no divine weapon or chance to transcend his limitations.

Furthermore, he has no grasp of the secrets of heaven, only knowing how to borrow the power of heaven and earth, but not how to borrow the fortune of heaven.

Sooner or later, we will all be trapped in the world, wasting our lives.

This comment is also a consensus among the second-generation disciples of Shushan.

Qi Lingyun never expected to hear news of this special old friend again, and she almost burst into tears on the spot.

Regardless of their past relationship, they are now my own mentor and uncle.

As for the new Shushan.
This is also a great thing. The old Shushan Mountain gates have all fallen to the ground, and it is already a stroke of luck that they can still maintain their inheritance.

Qi Lingyun had long since come to terms with her own life and death, but there were only two things on her mind that she couldn't let go of.

One is his younger brother, and his long-lost second sister. The other is the legacy of Mount Shu.

So the turning point predicted in Da Liu Ren was indeed true.
Overwhelmed by extreme joy and sorrow, he became somewhat unsteady on his feet, and a deep, bone-chilling pain surged through his body once again, causing him to collapse onto the snow.

The poison of the Five Poisons Soul-Chasing Red Cloud Sand became increasingly potent, so Li Yingqi hurriedly took out a ten-thousand-year-old warm jade to slow down the spread of the poison on its body.

"As long as you're alive, there are endless possibilities, so you must never let your guard down."

"We can talk about it when we get back to Baoan Hall."

"We are a warm-hearted organization, so don't worry."

A cultivator's soul possesses a strong power of idealism; without the support of their beliefs, they are easily susceptible to demonic possession or falling into a trough.

Li Yingqi had to calm this older sister down; otherwise, it would be ridiculous if she had been able to live but had ruined her own life.

After saying that, he was about to take two disciples from Mount Shu and head back to Qiantang.

Wait! Danger!

Li Yingqi sensed an impending warning, and the tortoise shell in his hand became hot.

I suddenly realized a problem I hadn't thought about before.

"How did Nishikawa Yama track you down?"

The Qi siblings said they didn't know. Although their disguise wasn't very professional, they had used magical artifacts to conceal their presence. Logically, they shouldn't have been caught so easily in such a vast world.

"Alas~ It's a pity I don't know any soul-capturing techniques. I should have learned a thing or two from Senior Uncle Xu."

Just as he finished speaking, a cloud of yellow smoke billowed in the distance, rising from the horizon like a giant dragon and obscuring the sun.

A thick, demonic aura permeated the air, the wind howled, and swirling snow and yellow smoke intertwined to create a chaotic scene.

It's obvious at a glance that a terrifyingly powerful demon has appeared.

The deep sound of the conch shell rose slowly from afar, like a call from a distant land, containing the power of monks and Taoist priests when they performed rituals to appease spirits.

Then came the resounding drumbeats, each one heavier than the last, a sound that came from the depths of one's heart, carrying a rhythm that made one's skin tighten.

The sound of chanting could be faintly heard, but the scriptures were not ordinary Sanskrit chants; rather, they were a deep and eerie incantation.

In a daze, one can see the evil Buddha sitting atop the palace.

The Qi siblings were shocked; they knew who it was just from the way the person made their entrance.

"A drum made of human skin!"

"The Tibetan Demonic Cult, the Poison Dragon Venerable!"

Qi Jinchan's eyes blazed with fury, wishing he could draw his sword and fight to the death.

It was he who injured his sister!
Qi Lingyun immediately sent a telepathic message to Li Yingqi, hoping that this fierce and unbelievable little heroine would not act rashly and that running away was not shameful.

The origins of this Venerable Poison Dragon are extraordinary; even the most powerful righteous sects dare not provoke him.

He was originally the eldest disciple of Chili Laofo, the founder of the XZ Demonic Sect. He later received the true teachings of the Heavenly Demon, which greatly improved his Taoist power. He defeated many demons and became the ancestor of the XZ Demonic Sect.

He was one of the main forces during the siege of Shushan. He was a notorious demon in Tibet and the master of the Eight Demons of Xichuan.

He commands thousands of demonic monks, and his influence extends throughout the high plateau region.

Li Yingqi's eyes narrowed; this was a case of the old being brought in after the young one had been killed.

In the words of Master Xu, the classic scene that the protagonist will experience is here.

As for escaping?

We, the people of Baoan Hall, will not run away!

Because this is called: "Tactical retreat".

After saying that, he carried Qi Lingyun, turned around, and ran away. A true swordsman never looks back.

Holding a tortoise shell to clear the way, using butterfly illusions to conceal themselves, and sweeping away traces with wind and snow, they silently made their way into the depths of the snow-capped mountains.

The enemy must have some kind of surveillance and tracking magic weapon, and their level of cultivation is far superior to mine, so I didn't even dare to send a butterfly to deliver the message.

He leaped directly into the mountain's belly, where divine weapons were sealed, shielding him from divine secrets and spiritual perception.

Sure enough, billowing yellow smoke descended upon the place where the seven demons perished.

As the smoke dissipated, a tall lama dressed as a Tibetan monk appeared, with a bone garland around his neck.

Beside him stood four robust demon warriors wielding spears, twelve beautiful naked young demonesses, each holding a magical weapon, and behind them dozens of red-robed lamas playing Tibetan instruments, creating a grand spectacle.

(End of this chapter)