Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 573 Strategic Convergence
Heaven and Earth are still impartial and without distinction, so divine retribution still exists, and good and evil are still differentiated.

Xu, having suffered divine retribution, naturally understands this more deeply.

After Zhou Ju's mother died, Donghai County suffered a severe drought for three whole years.

This means that during those three years, grain production decreased, famine spread, refugees rose up everywhere, bandits roamed freely, plagues occurred, death ensued, and morality collapsed.
"Do you think that besides resenting the unjust governor of Donghai, the common people might also resent the filial woman of Donghai?"

As the saying goes, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt its debtor.

"If the Jade Emperor doesn't punish the entire family of the Prefect of Fengxian County, what kind of order is it if he punishes the entire county of Fengxian?"

“Prefect Zhou is surrounded by a massive amount of resentment.”

"If it weren't for Yu Gong taking him as a student, and the humanitarian blessing of the dynasty after Zhou's exoneration, he might have died long ago."

"If he still can't grasp this point, doesn't prioritize the safety of the people, doesn't know how to be flexible, and doesn't know how to ask for help, then he's just two extremes compared to that Donghai prefect back then."

"That's why I say, what have the common people done wrong?"

The three students fell silent, realizing how irrational the floods, a punishment from heaven, truly were.

Almost no one argued against this, and they all accepted the result as easily as Zhou Ju.

Now it seems that's not quite right.

"Let's go see the Li family girl."

Zhou Ju is abnormal, and Li Jia Nu is clearly abnormal too.

Anyway, when Xu was twelve years old, he couldn't face death so calmly. He even stood up and said that there was no point in living and that it would be better to sell his life to support his parents.

That's incredibly filial.

Xu Xuan felt that Dongye County was also outrageous, that a Qilin could come out of the wilderness.

the other side.

Inside the belly of the Great Snow Mountain.

Qi Lingyun looked at the sword-hiding stone box and read the seal script on it: "Mysterious treasures await my arrival; Three divine objects, the Southern Ming will open its gates."

It turns out to be Master Guiyi's Nanming Lihuo Sword!

Since the Shushan Sect is a renowned sword-cultivation sect, it naturally knows most of the divine weapons in the world.

Famous swords, in particular, have been recorded.

This sword has an extraordinary origin; it is a demon-refining treasure from a Buddhist patriarch, said to be able to unleash a crimson rainbow a hundred feet long. Not only are its uses boundless, but it is also specifically designed to destroy all evil spirits and strange treasures.

It is made by taking pure gold from the West and refining it with the essence of fire from the South, containing the wonderful principle of mutual generation and restraint between the innate and acquired elements.

Later, the Buddhist patriarch comprehended the supreme truth, silently realized nothingness, and the heavenly beings and humans met. His body was Bodhi, and all the heavenly dragons and gods were without form or attachment. He originally intended to transform them away.

The last disciple, Master Guiyi, felt that his hard work in the past was a pity, and repeatedly requested that a rare treasure be left for Buddhism, so that someone with the right destiny could take it to subdue evil spirits and demons.

So this divine weapon remained in the mortal realm, unexpectedly sealed away in the snow-capped mountains.

The stone box was formed from a ball of divine clay from the West, possessing the mysteries of the five elements and the power of mutual generation and restraint. It is also sealed by Buddhism and combined with the earth's veins, so only those with the right destiny can retrieve it.

At Li Yingqi's urging, they used the Thunderclap Mandarin Duck Sword and the Azure Gang Sword, but they couldn't break through the mud ball; they could only peel off a little bit of the outer skin.

If the Purple and Green Twin Swords are also included, it would probably take several months to extract the divine weapon inside, and there's also the concern about whether it might trigger a ley line up.

"Fortune and misfortune are truly intertwined."

"It's a pity that none of the three of us are destined to succeed. Otherwise, with the firepower accumulated by the divine weapons, we could have broken through the red cloud sand outside and the poisonous dragon's magic array."

Qi Lingyun lamented that they were not meant to be.

Li Yingqi, however, didn't care. From the moment she saw it, this item was already destined to be associated with Baoan Hall.

Qi Jinchan sat cross-legged inside the mountain until sunset, then stood up and paced anxiously.

My sister's body has been poisoned by evil spirits. If she is trapped in the mountain for a long time without medicine to sustain her, she may not even last half a year before she dies.

Seeing the commotion outside, it was clear that Venerable Poison Dragon was indeed climbing over the mountain inch by inch. What should be done?

Li Yingqi patted the younger man on the shoulder with an air of maturity.

"Don't worry, someone will come to rescue us soon."

Just then, a sharp sword cry rang out from the outside world. At the same time, a rough and bold voice echoed through the snow-capped mountains.

"The sword's cry pierces the heavens, and the demons dance wildly, their fury hard to quell."

"A flash of blue light settles the universe, slaying all demonic forces and elevating righteousness."

"Poison Dragon Demon Monk, prepare to die!"

Li Yingqi felt somewhat embarrassed by the gazes cast at him by the Qi siblings. Why was Master Yan reciting poetry upon his entrance? It was too unrefined.

He could only feign composure and say, "Listen, isn't this the place?"

Her only worry now is that the person who comes might not be a match for the Poison Dragon Venerable.

After all, even the Baoan Hall probably didn't expect that a demonic leader, the head of a sect, would appear in the Great Snow Mountain.

When Yan Chixia arrived, he truly hadn't expected to encounter an opponent of this caliber.

After learning that Li Yingqi had gone missing, he left Master Mao to guard Baoan Hall while he himself sped off to Daxue Mountain.

As soon as I got close, I saw several evil-looking lamas committing lewd acts at the foot of the mountain. I drew my sword and killed them all.

Tibetan Buddhism is a heretical sect, and everyone should punish it.

After accumulating killing intent, it flies into the core, spreading the corporate culture as it flies.

As a result, after passing through the yellow mist, they saw the Venerable Poison Dragon.

As the saying goes, enemies are extremely jealous when they meet.

Yan Chixia's eyebrows shot up, his eyes blazing with fury, his already fierce face now radiating even more ruthlessness.

The sword in his hand immediately sliced ​​across his palm, staining it with blood essence, and pointed straight at the sky, beginning to gather power for his ultimate move.

The Venerable Poison Dragon held a string of skull prayer beads, his eyes flashing with a cold light, and a grin spreading across his face.

"Good, good, another remnant of the Shu Mountain sect has arrived!"

"You were the one who took Lian Xing away before, right?"

"Let's die together with Mount Shu." With a sudden flick of his prayer beads, black mist filled the air and transformed into a giant poisonous dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it charged forward.

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations. Instantly, a strong yin wind arose between heaven and earth, the Nine Netherworld Reincarnation Technique was activated, and countless wronged souls and vengeful ghosts surged out from the ground, roaring as they pounced on the sword cultivator opposite him.

At the same time, the Five Poisons Soul-Chasing Red Cloud Sand was released and spread across the snow-capped mountain, cutting off all escape routes in all directions like a red sea.

Countless lamas, wielding ritual implements, formed a formation and launched an attack from all sides.

The fact that Venerable Poison Dragon could shamelessly lead a large force to ambush the juniors of Shu Mountain shows his extremely ruthless nature.

One-on-one? That's all ancient history.

In the past, you were numerous and powerful, so we played games of magic duels. Now that we, the demonic path, have the upper hand, we naturally won't bother with any morality towards the remnants.

"Fuck them all!"

Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and spirits. The sky was almost entirely covered with Tibetan human-shaped ritual implements.

Yan Chixia, however, remained oblivious, immersing his mind in the visualized image.

Adorned with a crown and a robe of rosy clouds, the wondrous true form, with auspicious purple and gold features, sits regally on a nine-colored lotus throne, surrounded by nine-colored divine light that radiates boundless brilliance.

Heavenly Venerable, may this be done hastily as commanded by the law!

Draw your sword!

He manipulates the ways of Heaven, transforms Yin and Yang, generates Yin and Yang, and turns the universe around, thus granting the imperial pardon.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their laws."

The first sword strike, like a rainbow, shattered the eerie sound of the human skin drum and the insidious curse of the Cycle of Reincarnation.

The sword light poured down like a waterfall, annihilating the wronged souls and vengeful ghosts.

Countless red-robed lamas from all directions collapsed to the ground, coughing up blood. The demonic power backfired, ensnaring them in their own evil curse.

"Heaven and earth are boundless, and wind and thunder receive their mandate."

The second sword strike, swift as wind and thunder, wild and domineering, shattered the chaotic demonic forces of the four wielding demon warriors and the twelve naked witches.

The flying sword technique could be wielded at will, moving and reaching at will. As the wind and thunder descended, the sixteen close disciples were instantly cut to pieces, their souls shattered into countless fragments, their spirits scattered on the spot.

The blood evaporated before it could even drip, a truly horrific scene.

"The Subduing Heavenly King descends to establish Heaven's Unity;"

The third sword, with its myriad transformations, divided Yin and Yang, embodying the power of creation and unstoppable force, cleaving apart the ocean-like red cloud sand.

This is my innate magical weapon; it appears as red sand, but is a sharp blade when worn. It obscures the heavens above, the earth below, and even the people in between. When the flying sand strikes, bones are instantly reduced to dust.

It also contains evil poisons from beyond the realm, capable of seizing souls and stealing spirits. Once it enters the body, it is like a maggot clinging to the bone, corrupting one's spiritual light and magical power.

However, the Taiyi sword energy swept across the sea with unparalleled ease.

"A net of heaven and earth, a demon of hell; the sword of wisdom is drawn, slaying demons and vanquishing spirits;"

The fourth sword strike embodies the compassion and power of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun, as well as Yan Chixia's resolute determination.

The flying sword technique advanced relentlessly, breaking through the demonic sound. Disciple, magic weapon, only the true self was missing.

But Venerable Poison Dragon chuckled.

Sword cultivators have always been known among practitioners for their unparalleled power.

After all, if one's life is tied to the cultivation of a single sword, and one doesn't even cultivate oneself, then one is naturally domineering.

Therefore, the Demonic Alliance discussed countermeasures before attacking Mount Shu.

Besides using formations to counteract the attack, there is also the famous method of sacrificing oneself, which involves using the lives of disciples to remove the killing intent from the sword.

Is this a problem for those who follow the demonic path? Not at all.

Trading the lives of a few disciples for the sword intent of a Shu Mountain master is a risk-free deal, pure profit!

Yan Chixia's "Taiyi Exorcising Demon-Slaying Protective Curse" was indeed incredibly powerful, but it couldn't escape this rule.

The Venerable Poison Dragon chanted incomprehensible scriptures, and endless black energy emanated from his body, transforming into arms that revealed the form of a Tibetan Buddhist deity.

He then waved the demon banner in his hand with his Dharma form, condensing a black sky curtain. The surrounding spiritual energy and light fell into it and were swallowed up without any ripple.

It is a heretical practice that has mutated from the Garbhadhatu Mandala.

The invincible momentum of the fourth sword was gradually eroded, and Yan Chixia was filled with hatred, having fallen into the devil's trap once again.

He repeatedly urged his sword energy, but unfortunately it was all absorbed into it.

"Despicable demons!"

In a fit of rage, he threw out several bolts of divine lightning that exploded, the scattered lightning seeming to display the words "powerless".

Just as Venerable Dulong was about to burst into laughter and thoroughly mock this arrogant remnant of the Shu Mountain sect, he vanished.

Looking further down, a figure is making a strategic shift.

Without looking back, it flew downwards and plunged into the snow-capped mountains. Then it concealed its presence and cleared away any traces, as skillfully as before.

Venerable Poison Dragon.
No, you all came from the same training program?
He was immediately enraged!
Many of Lao Tzu's disciples died, and the magic weapons had to be reassembled. His most treasured skills were tricked into being revealed, and then you ran away?

Are you really a disciple of Mount Shu? You must be lying to me.
And at night, another person appeared inside the mountain.

"Uncle Yan." *2
"Ahem, hello everyone."

Yan Chixia greeted the Qi siblings somewhat awkwardly.

He was contacted by Li Yingqi through a secret method, and then everyone remained silent in the mountainside.

Finally, Uncle Yan said something dry and awkward.

"It's alright, the Poison Dragon Venerable's doomsday has arrived."

The Qi siblings, seeing Li Yingqi's nonchalant attitude and Yan Chixia's genuine lack of concern, understood something.

This cycle of beating the small one only to have the big one appear, and beating the big one only to have the old one appear, is all too familiar.

It seems that the mysterious organization Baoan Hall is indeed a righteous sect.

(End of this chapter)