Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 590 Senior Brother and Junior Brother

The moment Deng Yin led his disciples into the cave, his blood-red eyes suddenly narrowed.

The sight before him startled him; he could hardly believe his eyes—long eyebrows?!

The once-powerful leader of the Shu Mountain sect sat calmly in the center of the cave, his expression serene, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"you……"

Deng Yin's voice was low and hoarse, his fingers trembled slightly, and the bloodthirsty aura around him surged uncontrollably, as if responding to the fluctuations in his heart.

There was shock, anger, fear, and above all, disbelief.

Logically speaking, the Blood Demon Scripture he cultivated was a top-tier demonic technique, and ordinary inner demons would sink into the sea of ​​blood if they could not enter his mind.

So, is this true?

The Long-Browed Immortal slowly opened his eyes, his gaze as calm as a still well, a slight smile even appearing at the corner of his mouth. "Junior Brother, you've arrived."

Junior brother?

Okay, it's true.

The ultimate form of taunting can be achieved with just two words.

Enraged, the junior brother, who was neither human nor ghost, dispelled the blood mist around him and shattered the immobilization spell of the Haotian Mirror.

Its true form, a blood-red shadow whose features were indistinguishable, was revealed, and an extremely foul stench of blood permeated the Little Starry Sea.

"What gives you the right to call me junior brother?"

"I am one of the top experts in the Demonic Path Alliance, the culprit behind the destruction of Mount Shu! You should hate me, despise me, and loathe me! Not act so nonchalantly, Ren Shou!!!"

The sound echoed in the cave, carrying endless anger and resentment.

As if sensing his emotions, the blood waves in the Little Star Sea surged violently, and a towering crimson light shot into the sky.

The faceless Deng Yin appeared even more ferocious in the bloody light, like a demon god who had emerged from hell.

The Long-Browed Immortal remained calm, and said with some regret:
"Junior brother, why are you so persistent?"

"The destruction of Mount Shu has settled all grudges. The hatred in your heart is nothing but a self-imposed shackle."

"If this continues, how can we return to the true path?"

Returning to the Great Way? Even a child wouldn't believe that.

The fifteen demonic disciples behind Deng Yin showed disdain upon hearing the words of the Long-Browed Immortal, and their mocking voices rose and fell.

"Hahaha, you old Taoist with long eyebrows, do you think you can make my master let go of his hatred with just a few empty words? What wishful thinking!" The eldest disciple, Yaoman Wusaqi, grinned maliciously, his eyes full of mockery.

“That’s right! Mount Shu has long been destroyed. You’re nothing but a stray dog, yet you dare to put on airs here!” another disciple chimed in, his tone full of contempt.

"Master, why waste words with him? Just refine him into a blood puppet and condemn him to eternal damnation!" The third disciple was even more arrogant, his hand flashing with bloody light, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.

Deng Yin took in fifteen demons and barbarians as disciples, but only three of them mastered the Blood Shadow Divine Art.

The remaining twelve, unable to endure the pain of being skinned and sashimied, became cheerleaders. Although there were no cameras, their voices still rang out, creating a chaotic scene of shouting and yelling.

Long Eyebrows showed no anger in the face of these taunts, but gave his junior brother a look that said: "You've only taken in a few worthless people?"

Deng Yin was somewhat embarrassed and annoyed upon seeing this.

The demons and barbarians I recruited in a place like Xingxiuhai were primitive in appearance, uncultured, and ignorant of etiquette; they were nothing more than country bumpkins.

Ren Shou's disciples are all Taoist prodigies like the Three Immortals of the East Sea, each with their own unique design and sophisticated style.

From appearance to speech, he was completely outclassed. Fortunately, the Shu Mountain sect had been wiped out, otherwise he would have been furious.

Thinking of this, I had to scold the group of idiots behind me, telling them not to speak carelessly during the conversation between the big shots, as it would lower my prestige.

Before he could reprimand his disciples, a sense of crisis suddenly arose from all directions, his pupils contracted sharply, and he knew in his heart that something was wrong.

Long-browed man gently raised his hand, and the air in the cave suddenly froze.

The next moment, the power of the four elements of earth, fire, water, and wind suddenly erupted.

The ground cracked open, spewing forth scorching subterranean fire; water vapor condensed in the air, transforming into towering waves; howling winds whipped up countless sharp blades of light; thunder roared, and merciless demon-slaying power swept across the land.

"The Demon Refining Formation?"

The familiar pressure returned, leaving Deng Yin both shocked and angry, as well as somewhat confused.

This formation comes from the "Purple Clarity Treasure Seal". After being captured by Changmei for the third time, he was imprisoned here, and the cave entrance was sealed with the same water, fire, wind and thunder.

But...didn't I already completely erase this formation?

Blood Demon had no time to think. With a wave of his hand, the Profound Yin Demon Flame burst forth from his palm, transforming into a pitch-black flame barrier in an attempt to protect the disciple behind him.

However, the water, fire, wind, and thunder summoned by the long eyebrows are restrictive forces that operate with the power of heaven and earth. The methods within are extremely ingenious and cannot be easily resisted.

The dark flame barrier only lasted a moment before being completely torn apart by the power of the Four Symbols.

The earth blazed, water surged, wind blades slashed, and lightning lashed, engulfing fifteen demon disciples.

"Ah—!" Screams rose and fell as the twelve disciples with weaker cultivation were almost instantly refined into wisps of green smoke and dissipated into the air.

Although the remaining three disciples had cultivated the Blood Shadow Body and barely withstood the first wave of attacks, they were already in grave danger.

"Master...save us!" Usaqi was now filled with fear.

Despite the crimson light emanating from his body, the power of demonic refinement was inexhaustible, and each impact made him feel as if his soul was about to shatter. His heart was filled with nothing but fear and resentment, resentment directed at his master, the Blood Demon.

Because the master clearly said that after mastering the Blood Shadow technique, water, fire, wind, thunder, magic weapons, and flying swords would be unable to harm him.

But after enduring such inhuman torture, I felt like it was all for nothing.

Then all that skinning was for nothing, all that demonic fire was wasted, and all that needles were used for nothing.

If Deng Yin knew what his disciple was thinking, he wouldn't be able to refute it, since that's what the Demon Scripture says.

As for why it's not working now, it's because Ren Shou's water, fire, wind, and thunder are extraordinary.

"Long-browed! How dare you do this!"

At this moment, Deng Yin's eyes were bloodshot, and his body was filled with a frenzied aura of bloodlust.

You came here and immediately started showing off, trying to refine my disciple. If I let you succeed today, wouldn't my demonic arts, which I have painstakingly cultivated for many years, become a joke?

Filled with boundless hatred, he lunged forward, unleashing a stench that filled the air.

This is one of the few attack methods of the Blood Shadow Divine Skill.

He simply spread his arms and lunged forward, instantly passing right through the opponent's body, absorbing all their vital energy and essence.

No matter how powerful a person is, if they are unaware of the danger beforehand and are caught off guard, they will inevitably suffer harm and die tragically on the spot, their bodies falling to the ground, unable to even preserve their primordial spirit.

Dang~~~
A deafening roar! It was like a meteor crashing into a mountain, as if the Thunder God had unleashed divine punishment.

The flow of blood was obstructed, preventing any further progress.

A milky-white Haotian Mirror appeared between the two, its thin surface isolating the invincible Blood God Child.

The blood shadow paused for only a moment before launching its attack again.

Clang, clang.
Dozens of blood-red afterimages crashed into the milky-white light screen from all directions. The Haotian Mirror withstood countless attacks in a very short time, and was on the verge of breaking like a bronze artifact under an iron hammer!
Even the Long-Browed Immortal would feel somewhat strained under the impact of such a fierce storm.

His expression remained calm as he said indifferently, "Junior brother, your disciples are wicked and have long been corrupted by demonic nature. I am merely settling your karma to prevent them from causing harm to the world in the future."

"Shut up!" A blood-red roar erupted from the outer perimeter, and the Profound Yin Demon Flame burst forth once more, its ability to specifically destroy pure Yang magic weapons coming into play.

The Haotian Mirror was already teetering on the brink of collapse; just a little more force and it would break.

But the disciples behind him couldn't wait any longer.

“Master…we can’t hold on any longer…” Usaqi said with difficulty, his voice filled with pain and despair.

Deng Yin's blood color intensified, and he roared, "Ren Shou! If you dare to hurt them today, I will fight you to the death!" His boundless hatred seemed to want to devour the other party alive.

He wasn't someone who cared much for his disciples, but faced with his senior brother's unauthorized actions, he felt he had to do something to show that things were different now.

With a hint of helplessness, Changmei flicked his sleeves, causing the power of water, fire, wind, and thunder to surge.

Three screams rang out in an instant, and the last three disciples were refined into nothingness, restoring tranquility to the cave.

"For your own good."

The four words echoed in the cave, the tone gentle yet carrying an undeniable air.

Deng Yin stood frozen in place, as if he were seeing scenes from the past replaying before his eyes.

The first time, the second time, the third time—every time I did something out of line, my senior brother would catch me.

Every time it was for my own good, every time he displayed the demeanor of a master.

Accompanied by a flashback of memories unique to the protagonist, the Blood Demon's figure suddenly erupted, and the Profound Yin Demon Flame transformed into a jet-black fire dragon, sweeping towards the enemy.

With a flick of his wrist, dozens of blood-red shadows, carrying a strong, bloody aura, charged forward.

Today, we are divided not only by superiority and inferiority, but also by life and death!

Faced with his berserk junior brother, Changmei didn't hesitate to take out the Haotian Mirror and then took out sixty-four Nine-Child Mother Yin Soul Swords from his sleeve to use as flying swords.

This sword was obtained after I casually killed the Seven-Handed Yaksha Long Fei when I passed by the Flying Thunder Cave in Wuyi Mountain.

Having placed his own divine weapons on Mount Shu to conceal his identity, he could only temporarily resort to unorthodox swords.

With a gentle raise of his hand, the Haotian Mirror emitted a soft light, blocking dozens of blood-red shadows.

The Nine-Child Mother Yin Soul Sword even used demonic energy to fight demonic energy, blocking the Xuan Yin Demon Flame.

“Junior brother, although the Profound Yin Demon Flame is powerful, it is ultimately an external force. If you remain obstinate, you will only sink deeper into its clutches.”

The composed demeanor deeply wounded the Blood Demon's heart.

"Stop calling me 'Junior Brother'!" His attack was easily thwarted, and the anger and resentment in his heart grew even stronger. "Ren Shou, stop putting on airs! Today, I'll make you perish along with Mount Shu!"

With a roar, he repeatedly activated the Blood River, intending to overwhelm the opponent with its power.

Long-browed man shook his head, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes, and said nothing more.

To prevent the Little Starry Sea from being destroyed and to let more people know where he is, we can only subdue our junior brother first and then have a proper talk with him.

"Junior brother, I took two things with me before I left Mount Shu."

"It's the same Haotian Mirror."

"It's the same Primordial Chaos Supreme Purity Divine Talisman."

(End of this chapter)