Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 576 Both sides use their own methods
Outside the Great Snow Mountain, Venerable Poison Dragon stood outside the formation, quite pleased with himself.

Having fought several battles against the Shu Mountain sect, except for the battle that destroyed their sect, they had always been at a disadvantage. This open and aboveboard pursuit was truly gratifying.

However, given his background as a member of the demonic sect, he was still somewhat afraid of being ambushed by the righteous path.

So the battle mode started again, and people called for reinforcements!
There's a lot to consider when calling for reinforcements.

Leaving aside the righteous path, the demonic path usually doesn't discriminate when it comes to recruiting people, and it's easy for some long-standing demons to come uninvited.

Those who are slightly more polite, like the Five Ghosts Heavenly King, those who are domineering and arrogant, like the Green Robe, or those who indulge in the five directions, all have one thing in common: they are greedy and difficult to control. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are trying to get something from a tiger.

The reason why Shushan was able to be conquered was largely due to the role of monsters like Youquan in suppressing the ambitions of the demons outside.

Therefore, Poison Dragon dared not summon those major demons this time. He only summoned one who was easy to control.

After all, the delicious feast below cannot be shared by more people.

Most of the disciples of Mount Shu are very poor, like Yan Chixia, who only carries one sword from beginning to end.

But the Qi siblings inside the mountain are no ordinary children; they are the children of the second-generation leader of the Shu Mountain sect, and their equipment from head to toe is impeccable.

Who knows what kind of hidden treasure it might be? It's definitely a big fish.

As for Li Yingqi, he didn't see her. If he had, he would have been drooling with envy. Even the configuration of a sect leader couldn't compare to half of hers.

Just as I was lost in thought, a lone Tibetan monk flew in from afar.

With a leopard's head and bulging eyes, a lion's nose and a wide mouth, he wore a fiery red robe, was barefoot, and held a golden alms bowl in his hands.

"Junior brother, we meet again!"

Poison Dragon greeted him with a beaming smile.

The newcomer was none other than Jacob, a second-rate master of the demonic path and the Western Wild Buddha.

Besides being able to unleash yellow sand and demonic fire, it also possesses a purple-gold alms bowl and a Zen staff, both of which are extremely powerful.

He originally studied Taoism under the same master as Venerable Poison Dragon. Although his skills were not as good as Venerable Poison Dragon's, he relied on Demon Fire and Golden Bowl, and rarely encountered an opponent in his life. He was known as a peerless strategist for a time.

Because of his narrow-minded and selfish nature, he refused to join forces with his senior brother. He wanted to cultivate diligently for many years, obtain the Snow Soul Pearl, and then establish his own sect.

Unfortunately, he was repeatedly taught a lesson by righteous masters and also repeatedly disciplined by demonic masters, and at this time he also discovered that the outside world was not easy to survive in.

Meanwhile, his senior brother received the true teachings of the Heavenly Demon, his Daoist power advanced rapidly, and he actually became the founder of the XZ Demonic Sect. He himself, on the other hand, ended up crippled, often reflecting on how he should have joined the sect and become a vice leader instead of ending up like this.

Now, upon hearing his senior brother's summons, he immediately rushed over to lend a hand.

Any extreme temperament will be swept away by the wind and rain.

When she met her senior brother, she was very clear about her status. After a few words, she was willing to follow his orders and do whatever he asked.

It also subtly revealed their stance: "With the combined efforts of us brothers, there's nowhere in this world we can't go!"

Venerable Poison Dragon nodded in satisfaction, but inwardly he felt contempt.

Why didn't I do this earlier? I had already made a great name for myself on the Western Plateau and had countless disciples. There were at least a hundred or so great lamas surrounding the Great Snow Mountain.

You down-on-your-luck wretch, just be a good thug.

After exchanging a few perfunctory words, the two brothers ordered their attendants to quickly prepare wine, fruit, and livestock, while sending someone out to find strangers to share with them.

Before long, a banquet was set up, and several live cattle and sheep were brought out.

With a flick of his finger, the Venerable Poison Dragon caused the cattle and sheep to stand firmly on all fours, as if nailed to the ground and unable to move.

They all worship demonic cults and are accustomed to blood sacrifice. They are all cruel by nature, and they show no pity whatsoever when they see cattle and sheep struggling for their lives.

As was customary, the waiter used a knife to cut slices off the cattle and sheep, placed them on a jade plate, and then mixed the blood of the cattle and sheep with wine before serving them.

"Once we break through the mountain and capture our enemies, we must ensure they die just like these cattle and sheep to quell the resentment we've harbored for so many years!" The Western Wild Buddha chuckled, but then abruptly changed the subject, asking a few questions about what he needed to do.

The relationships between those in the demonic path are quite complex. Not to mention the fellow disciples, even the master and disciple must be wary of each other.

Poison Dragon originally had a senior disciple, the handsome Yu De, whose skill in the "Mother and Child Yin Soul Deadly Red Sand" technique was also quite remarkable. He was generally evenly matched with the third-generation disciples of Mount Shu.

Unfortunately, he shielded his master from disaster during the attack on Mount Shu and died under the sword of Master Miaoyi.

Everyone present knew what was going on; Yu De was no dutiful disciple who would bravely shield his master from a sword.

Poison Dragon was furious. "What a question you asked!"

I was merely trying to save my own life. Qi Shuming's Golden Blazing Sword, forged with his life, truly possessed the power to burn mountains and boil seas.

Green Robe, Shang Heyang, and Jiupanpo—which of them didn't offer sacrifices to disciples? They're all the same. Your sinister accusation is a bit ungrateful of me.

However, he also knew that this junior brother was the kind of person who didn't think before he spoke or acted, otherwise he wouldn't have ended up in such a bad situation.

In order for him to succeed, I'll find an opportunity to give him another lesson later.

After a few rounds of drinks, it's time to get down to business.

The longer the night lasts, the more things can go wrong. They've had enough of the pain of being turned around by righteous masters in the end.

“Junior brother, look, the Buddhist wisdom light that subdues demons blocks the entrance to the belly of the Great Snow Mountain, so the method of reincarnation of ghosts cannot penetrate it at all.”

"The Seven Gates Demon Formation is more than enough to surround and kill, but it cannot move after all."

"The remnants of the Shu Mountain sect may still have many magical treasures waiting inside, so it will be a fierce battle." Jacob immediately understood his role. The purple-gold alms bowl in his hand was called the Revolving Bowl. Once it was activated, black and white yin and yang energies would rise straight into the sky. Whether it was human, bird, or treasure, they would all be attracted by it and unable to rotate. It was most suitable for bringing down the treasures guarding the gate.

but
"Senior brother, why didn't you use the crystal ball that the patriarch passed down to you? The crystal reflection method is the most useful for observing the enemy's strengths and weaknesses."

Speaking of this poisonous dragon, I'm also puzzled.

Several disciples have already been sacrificed, and their essence and blood are definitely excessive. The divided spirit of the old Buddha Chili inside is also exceptionally active, but the scene inside the mountain is still not visible.

Each time it is activated, a layer of eerie blue flames blocks the view, but if one insists on seeing through it, one can feel the fear of the magical artifact.

Perhaps there are some magical artifacts or special terrain features hidden within that are specifically designed to target true spirits.

Of course, when asked by his junior brother, he explained that the crystal ball was damaged in the battle of Shu Mountain and could not be used.

After pondering for a moment, the Western Wild Buddha felt that since Mount Shu was in such a state, it should not pose any major threat.

This time, I'll help my senior brother eliminate the remaining villains, and then we can return to Tibet together to become a vice leader. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

So he agreed to it.

And inside the mountain
"It's troublesome."

"I just tried the dream entry method, but I still couldn't send any information out."

Yan Chixia felt that the problem was quite serious.

Even with the most rigorous and cautious procedures, Baoan Hall would not immediately send reinforcements or conduct investigations after a Three Realms Sword Cultivator intervenes.

After all, the time span for cultivators is much longer than that of ordinary people. A sudden enlightenment or a certain opportunity may take ten days or half a month to arrive.

Therefore, we have no choice but to actively seek help from outside.

Releasing butterflies was impractical, as the outside was already completely blocked, so Plan B was used.

The Baoan Hall has a habit of updating its own combat strength information and exchanging tactics.

Several high-ranking officials were well aware that Xu Xuan had suddenly acquired the art of dream consumption, and they had also devised a method for seeking help in dreams.

But the spirits in the dream were burned away by the flames as soon as they left, completely sealing them inside.

I have a feeling that Venerable Poison Dragon alone shouldn't be able to do this.

The Qi siblings sighed. If it were back then, at least a dozen righteous experts would have gathered here, and more would have arrived in droves.

Unfortunately, the righteous path declined while the demonic path rose, Mount Shu fell, and the spirit of sword fighting had become a matter of personal choice.

It's also our fault for not being skilled enough and not knowing the Xuanmen Dunjia technique.

Furthermore, the Iron Bi Immortal Shield was lost. This magical treasure was forged by the True Man Miaoyi from ten-thousand-year-old cold iron from the bottom of the Eastern Sea. Its shape is quite similar to a protective shield, with a bi head at the top. Only those with profound Taoist skills can use it.

The person behind the shield, propelled forward by their innate Taiyi True Qi, causes the bi (a type of ancient Chinese tortoise-shaped structure) to emit a hundred-foot-long cold light and two white wisps of energy from its mouth and eyes. Wherever it goes, sand, stone, metal, and iron melt upon contact. A gust of white energy then transforms the area into a wide, swift road, moving with the speed of an arrow. Truly, it is a flow of stone and melting of sand, indestructible, traversing mountains and earth, covering thousands of miles in an instant.

Unfortunately, so many of the magical treasures of Mount Shu were scattered across the land and seas when the mountain gate fell.

The Qi siblings were reminiscing about the past, feeling quite emotional.

Li Yingqi suddenly had a flash of inspiration and came up with a new way to ask for help.

This method was suggested by her good friend Zhu Yingtai. Although it was inefficient, it was basically unstoppable.

So, to everyone's astonishment, he pulled out a wad of yellow paper and lit it.

"Master Xu, help me!!!"

The wisps of smoke drifted down to the ground, carried by the power of will, reaching straight to hell.

The underworld follows the rules of the netherworld, and no matter how many tricks the Poison Dragon Venerable has, he cannot shield himself from the power that transcends the three realms.

Since we're going to call for reinforcements anyway, let's call for a powerful one.

Actually, Master Bai is more reliable, but we have to go through a process, which is to have our own master send a gift first, in order to attract the big shots.

After much thought, I decided that asking Master Xu would be the most appropriate option.

Yan Chixia suddenly understood something. Baoan Hall supposedly has a sixth prison development plan, but why do you carry this thing with you?
I really don't understand the ways young people are these days. He's just an ordinary third-realm sword cultivator after all.

Meanwhile, Zhang Hua was still hiding in the underworld, trying to escape the pursuit of the Ghost King.
Alright, alright, he had a premonition that this Examination and Cheating Bureau would eventually become a Bureau of Liaison Between Yin and Yang.

So he began to appear in people's dreams and easily found Comrade Zhu Yingtai, the human intelligence agent.

After both sides had used their methods, it was already night.

As the power of the sun dissipated, the seven demonic arrays outside released billowing demonic energy that enveloped every corner of the Great Snow Mountain.

The Western Wild Buddha stood at the cave entrance and began chanting mantras, raising the purple-gold alms bowl upwards, causing the black and white energies to begin eroding the operation of the Mani Bead.

Meanwhile, dozens of Tibetan lamas were preparing to rush into the mountainside and probe the bushes head-on.

It wasn't that they were brave, but that the Venerable Poison Dragon was ruthless.

The four sword cultivators in the cave looked at the intermittent Buddhist light and realized that the time for the final battle had come.

Yan Chixia stood up, sword in hand, deciding to add another layer of protection for himself and his companions—his trump card.

(End of this chapter)