Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 605 Dirty Absorption Properties

In those days, people were still using bronze swords, and the technology involved smelting copper ingots, producing copper-tin alloys or copper-tin-lead alloys. The technology was also quite backward.

Secondary casting and mortise and tenon joint casting of composite swords represent the most advanced technology.

Now everyone's using high-quality steel directly, how are we supposed to compete?
If it weren't for the fact that immortals and Buddhas still existed during the Spring and Autumn Period, and that legends still existed, and that various divine materials, though rare, were still obtainable, some of those ancient divine weapons might have faded into obscurity.

Xu Xuan never expected that he would be swept away by the times, and he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The four of them quickly descended the mountain and arrived at the market. Sanqi began to ponder how to borrow the stove fire within a reasonable and legal scope.

Ji Rui was quite distressed. The money-making scheme hadn't worked this time either, since those who could come here for self-study were all well-off.

So, what should we do?

"Gentlemen, what do you think of my Flying Dragon Sword?" A stall owner with a pockmarked face stopped Ji Rui.

The sword box in his hand was slightly exposed, revealing a magnificent hilt and a small part of the blade, suggesting that it was a sword without a sheath.

Even with just a small leak, a sharp aura emanated from it. If not a divine weapon, it was at least a masterpiece. However, before the person could fully examine it, he immediately closed the lid.

He stood there, his eyes filled with arrogance, as if the divine weapon in his hand gave him immense confidence.

This tactic of feigning indifference to lure someone in has worked every time; even seasoned masters would be curious enough to ask a few questions about it.

Unfortunately, none of the four disciples responded, leaving the stall owner somewhat embarrassed.

Okay, the more cautious a customer is, the more likely you are to close a deal.

"Ahem, do you gentlemen perhaps think this is the work of some unknown nobody from the mountains?"

"That's a huge, utterly wrong!"

"On the fifth day of the fifth lunar month a thousand years ago, the master craftsman Ou Yezi forged the first precious sword, which then transformed into a dragon and flew away."

He stopped abruptly there, implying that I wanted to continue my charade so you guys would be curious.

Little did they know that such methods were far too naive for the students of Chongqi Academy. Each student had a holiday handbook, and anti-demon fraud was practically a formal course in the three academies.

Besides, you don't even have the audacity to make outrageous statements; how can you be a shrewd businessman?

After a moment of silence, the kind-hearted young master Ji asked an unrelated question: "Why did you come to me?"

The stall owner naturally said that when this young master passed by, he caused the divine weapon to tremble slightly, indicating that he must be a person with a special destiny.

In reality, Xu Xuan's demeanor is complex and somewhat unpredictable.

Zao's physique is perfect for the horse spear, and he looks incredibly skilled in combat, which makes the stall owner a little scared.

Ning Caichen is a pretty boy; he might not be interested in swords.

Only Ji Rui seems to be the kind of rich but brainless playboy, so he should be the one destined for this thing.

Unfortunately, he only guessed half right this time. The young master is rich, but he's also smart.

Just as she was about to leave, Xu Xuan stopped her, saying that she could go and take a look.

"Divine weapons are rare, and the story behind them must be very interesting."

I sensed the evil aura on the sword through my spiritual perception, and the person in front of me also possessed the same evil aura.

It was precisely because of the driving force of evil that the other side was able to target the Holy Father and his group.

After all, the four-person group was like a tornado, attracting all sorts of filth.

The three Qi were taken aback when they heard this, and then their indifferent expressions immediately turned into expressions of great interest, their eyes becoming more and more innocent than the other.

Ji the Fool's desire for the divine weapon was practically written all over his face.

The stall owner was quite pleased with my "name your price" attitude, but since there were many people coming and going, it wouldn't be good to make a deal here. So I suggested we find a quiet place to sample the product before discussing the price.

After pretending to pull and tug for a while, the group left.

The passersby just assumed it was another fool being tricked and didn't offer any helpful advice.

More and more young people are coming to Zhanlu Mountain in search of divine weapons, especially scions of aristocratic families.

Even picking up a wooden stick can inspire one to imagine a sword that can pierce nineteen provinces; if one were to obtain a real divine weapon, one could naturally become the chosen one.

These four have only learned their lesson; their lives should be safe, they just need to pay some money. If Zhanlu Mountain truly possessed divine weapons, how could these old men who have entrenched themselves there for so many years not know?

On the other side, the stall owner led four scholars along the way, asking them which region they came from.

If it's a tricky situation, find a way to get out; if it's a simple situation, make a good profit.

These bachelors used various methods to stay in the vicinity of Zhanlu Mountain, and the reputation of the Holy Sword became a gimmick for them.

In any case, morality and righteousness do not exist in them.

This tactic can be traced back to Zhang Yi's deception of Chu, where he used the promise of "offering 600 li of land" as bait to trick Chu into breaking off relations with Qi, ultimately breaking his promise.

This can be traced back to the Sima clan's usurpation of power, which involved seizing the Cao Wei regime through deception, and is consistent with the style of that dynasty.

This fully demonstrates that the moral bottom line of politicians is not much different from that of the lowest of the low; one has the power to speak and can package themselves at will, while the other is defined by the power of discourse.

The stall owner was relieved when he heard that the group came from a merchant family in the county town and had come here to study.

He waited until they reached a secluded spot, then made a hand gesture towards a corner before he began his actual deception.

In ancient times, relying solely on deception would not guarantee a long life, so working in a group was the best option.

"Cough cough, this weapon is incredible!"

What follows is a short fantasy story that fits the era perfectly. After experiencing a cautionary tale, a divine sword leaps out of the abyss like a dragon.

"Unfortunately, divine objects are often concealed, and those sword appraisers simply cannot comprehend the true meaning of this Flying Dragon Sword."

"I think only Young Master Ji is fit to be considered."

While he was rambling on, Ning Caichen's ears twitched and he looked towards the woods not far away. There were five people in the woods. His heart was pounding, and his mind was filled with an impatient impulse.

Zao stared at the boss, sensing the sinister aura emanating from him.

Just then, a butterfly landed on the Father's shoulder.

There is indeed no danger in the surrounding area.

Someone raised their hand and waved it, and a white deer leaped out of the void and struck the stall owner in the stomach. The intense pain made the guy's eyes bulge, and he cried out and fell to his knees.

Ning Caichen, who was standing nearby, snatched the sword box and handed it to Xu Xuan.

This smooth and effortless maneuver left the stall owner, who was sprawled on the ground, dumbfounded, and the burly men lying in ambush in the bushes were also stunned.

Black eat black?
Before they could react, the classmate had already rushed into the jungle.

His body, honed by Yu Gong's training and combined with Confucian body-refining techniques, was incredibly strong. He kicked away all the flowers and grass along the way, and knocked the trees askew.

The scorching heat, the ruddy complexion, the physique that seemed about to burst out of its clothes—how could a few small, strong men withstand it?

If a Confucian scholar from ancient times were to descend upon the land, he would be a powerful and domineering figure!

A moment later, a row of people were hanging from the tree.

The sword box, which had been concealed, was also opened.

It turned out to be a broken sword.

No wonder it was only partially visible at the market before being closed up.

The sword is about 1.2 feet long, with faded red dragon tendons wrapped around the hilt. The guard is shaped like a dragon holding the sword in its mouth, and the workmanship is extremely exquisite. Although the blade is broken, its original beautiful streamlined shape can still be seen, and the dragon scale patterns carved on it are lifelike.

It appears to be a weapon crafted by someone within the royal family of the dynasty, and its quality is exceptional.

A clean break indicates that the body was cut off from the front, and evil energy originates from this point.

If you were to describe that meaning, it would be somewhat like the saying, "The righteous are one foot high, but the evil are ten feet high."

Suddenly remembering something, he took out a stone tablet from the jade pot at his waist.

The "Stele of General Zhou, the General Who Pacifies the West" trembled violently for a moment, with a blue light and sword shadow shining through the stone, as if it were extremely angry at that evil aura.

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　I was so tired, I wanted to take a day off. But I managed to stick it out. Sorry everyone, the update is late today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)