Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 606 Returning to the old place
"Greetings, Master Qing."

"Congratulations to Master Qing on your victorious return."

"Master Qing is invincible!"

Amidst exaggerated greetings, Xiaoqing was strutting around triumphantly.

In high spirits, he summoned Yu Yingnan and Yan Renying, who had successfully entered the Daoist path, for they had made a great contribution to their entry.

So he highly praised their progress in cultivation and casually gifted them a bunch of treasures.

The little monster no longer needs his sister's financial support to produce good things. The poor and stingy aura of the past has long been washed away. Does he understand the value of the Taihu Water Lord?
"Thank you, Hall Master Xie." *2
That "Master Qing" was a wonderful cry, I love hearing it. I'll send you some more Tantric treasures.

"From now on, you will follow Yingqi's arrangements."

Xu Xuan once said that putting the three heroes and two clouds together can amplify one's fortune. This combination is almost predetermined and is best left to the Taihu Vanguard for arrangement.

The Qi siblings are still recovering from their injuries and will not be joining the team for the time being.

After enjoying the glory, Master Qing had to get to work, sorting and packing the confiscated treasures. Some of the less important ones could be distributed in advance, while the remaining valuable treasures would be arranged after Xu Xuan's return.

He left all the gold and silver to Zhuge Yu to handle; the old man knew how to spend money and was willing to spend it.

The rapid expansion of Baoantang is almost entirely compensated for by these costs, including opening up channels to local officials, which also relies on these mundane means.

Ordinary practitioners cannot escape human resources, so it is worthwhile to achieve leapfrog development with a little wealth.

The medicinal herbs were given to Master Mao, to see if he could refine some miraculous elixirs.

The giant turtle is still lurking, and it's a pity that the family is missing the blood of the spirit turtle.

Having finished everything, Master Qing began to read. Xu Xuan had said many times that having skills but lacking principles would ultimately lead to one's own destruction.

At this moment, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie behind him suddenly trembled.

This is?

Without hesitation, Xiaoqing threw her two swords into the air and let them fly away.

Time goes back.

In Minzhong County, on Zhanlu Mountain, there is a low grove of trees.

When the teacher has a task, the disciple will do it for him.

Xu Xuan has already moved past the stage of personally interrogating these small-time idiots.

As a student of the Holy Father, Sanqi was ruthless in doing such things. He used force when necessary and tortured willpower when necessary, and soon learned all the information.

"The Flying Dragon Sword was obtained at the foot of Qinxi Mountain."

The foothills of Qinxi Mountain belong to Songyang County, Yongjia Prefecture, Yangzhou. It is not far from Minzhong Prefecture and is also a famous place for sword making.

These shady characters frequent several famous sword-making mountains, committing crimes along the way.

With his understanding of the industry and the team's improved skills after working together, he has been doing quite well.

He has focused on one field and has only had four or five mishaps since his debut, losing one or two brothers.

After all, a sword is a weapon of violence.

Those who forge swords are no pushovers; when they get ruthless, they're even willing to jump into the furnace themselves.

However, high risk and high reward meant that even after making a lot of money, they were unwilling to stop, and this time they ran into the clutches of evil.

As for the broken sword, it was stolen from a swordsmith near a fire, or more accurately, it was obtained through murder and robbery.

The brothers learned that a demonic sword had once appeared somewhere at the foot of Qinxi Mountain, so they decided to try their luck and stumbled upon a windfall.

As they walked along, they suddenly saw a furnace made of subterranean fire, clearly a relic left by their predecessors. This place alone could fetch a good price.

Even more fortunately, they encountered a wild swordsmith.

The old swordsman was extremely arrogant. Without even looking at them, he told them to get out of the way, saying that the place was dangerous.

This attitude angered the brothers, who swarmed him and were then overpowered.

As mentioned before, it's normal for swordsmiths to have exceptional skills. In the end, the group had to use underhanded tactics to defeat their opponent and snatch the sword box.

However, this Flying Dragon Sword is far too extraordinary.

The dragon-mouthed sword guard, the rare red dragon tendons, and the dragon scales on the sword all indicate an extremely noble origin. Since it is a broken sword, there must be a lot of trouble hidden inside.

They didn't usually kill people easily, but for some reason, they decided to kill that day.

He then went to Zhanlu Mountain to commit fraud, planning to return once the heat died down.

Xu Xuan nodded. The legends these people had heard were true; demonic weapons had indeed appeared at the foot of Qinxi Mountain, and there were two of them.

"They said the subterranean fire was deep in the mountains, and very few people knew about it?"

"Yes."

"Then let's go to the foot of Qinxi Mountain."

Xu Xuan's decision was very decisive and showed the true essence of military strategy.

His skills in Zhanlu Mountain were really not top-notch, and he couldn't afford to get angry and beat everyone up because of this, so he could only make a strategic retreat.

Breaking the seal only requires the power of the earth's fire; it does not require favorable timing or human intervention.

We just need a secluded place to break open the stone tablet so that the divine sword can be safely born.

After trying to save face, curiosity sets in.

The fact that the evil energy on the broken sword could trigger a reaction from Zhanlu must be quite a stroke of luck.

Seeing that Zao had acquired a divine weapon, Ji Rui not only had a divine weapon but also a mount, while Ning Caichen had a peach blossom in his body that he had not yet picked.

It's unbelievable that I'm still empty-handed after all this time.

"Let's go, let's go."

The bad guys who had all their information extracted were all thrown into the Minzhong County prison with their arms and legs broken. Xu Xuan was a very methodical person when it came to following the rules.

At least publicly claim to be kind-hearted and unable to bear seeing people suffer.

Hopefully, the law will give these people a fair judgment.

The four of them then moved very quickly, arriving at their destination three days later.

The foothills of Qinxi Mountain are completely different from those of Zhanlu Mountain.

There is no incessant clanging of blacksmiths here, no metal dust that blots out the sky, only the babbling of streams and the rustling of the wind through the bamboo forest.

The cool mountain breeze filled my lungs, carrying the fragrance of bamboo leaves and the moist scent of earth.

Someone slowly closed their eyes and seemed to see a small sword hut.

It was nothing more than a simple bamboo hut with a thatched roof and a makeshift shed in front of the door, under which sat an anvil and a small sword forge. Compared to the magnificent sword-making workshops on Zhanlu Mountain, this place was ridiculously shabby.

This is where Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were born.

The Demon Sword's memories still hold many beautiful memories of the past. It is precisely because these memories were so beautiful that the despair after the disaster is so profound.

The creation of the Kingslayer Sword was inseparable from this experience.

"I'm back!"

The echoes went unheard; not even the birdsong from the mountains could be heard.

Logically, this should be a famous mountain for sword making, but there's a reason why it's so desolate.

A thousand years have passed, and for some reason, this place is filled with evil energy.

Opening the eye of Ksitigarbha, the foothills of Qinxi Mountain have already taken on a completely different appearance.

A strange gray mist permeated the mountains and forests.

Unlike ordinary mountain fog, it carried a nauseatingly sweet and fishy smell, like rotten honey mixed with the stench of rust, almost obscuring the morning light, reducing visibility to less than ten steps.

(End of this chapter)