Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 607 Gathering of Evil Spirits
The lush forest was covered with a sickly dark green, and a viscous black liquid seeped from its surface, dripping onto the ground with a hissing, corrosive sound.

The soil beneath my feet became sticky and slippery, like rotting flesh.

The stream, which should have been crystal clear and excellent material for tempering swords, was now covered with an oily film that shimmered with an eerie rainbow-colored glow.

If the flames from burning this forest wood are mixed with iron ore, it becomes a material inherently malevolent.

Zao had already frowned deeply, showing his deep disgust for this place.

Ning Caichen heard the groans of the mountains and forests, as well as strange cries.

Ji Rui, on the other hand, said he felt nothing at all and even thought the mountain was quite beautiful.

At this time, Ji would always demonstrate that he was somewhere between an extraordinary person and an ordinary person.

The four of them, master and disciples, were all highly skilled and daring. Even the slightest bit of evil couldn't stop them, and they walked straight in.

Following the map, we stopped and started, but found no trace of subterranean fire.

Gan Jiang's memories were of no use; time had erased the past.

Seeing this, Xu Xuan could only suppress the protective Buddhist light and put the many Buddhist scriptures he kept close to his body into the jade pot. Only then could he grab a wisp of gray mist from the outside world and comprehend it in his palm.

In an instant, a jumble of chaotic thoughts flooded my mind.

He immediately recalled the humiliation he had suffered at Zhanlu Mountain, the old swordsmith's amazement at the ancient method, and his contempt for laymen, all vividly remembered.

Things that I would never have paid attention to on ordinary days are now gnawing at my reason like venomous snakes.

Not only outsiders, but also people from the academy, Baoan Hall, Bai Suzhen, and even enemies appeared in the illusion.

His twisted emotions transformed into nameless rage, making him want to pick up a longsword and kill everyone.

Ji Rui's figure appeared exceptionally frequently, which shows that this bastard truly deserves to die.

"So that's how it is. It's the evil energy that gathers in this mountain."

The many disciples of the Pure Land School are scattered throughout the Nine Provinces to suppress evil energy. The great trend of the decline of Tao and the rise of demons has a feedback effect on the world.

These are the things that my fellow disciples went to suppress in all directions.

It is born naturally from heaven and earth, but is influenced by human beings. It remains in the world and is difficult to remove, so it can only be suppressed with pure land.

This method can benefit the surrounding area and also improve one's cultivation, but the risk is that it will bring misfortune.

What is malevolent energy?

The Supplement to the Records of Xuan Shi describes: According to popular belief, after a person dies, several days later, a bird will fly out of the coffin, which is called "Sha".

It refers to ghosts that appear from or around the coffin of the deceased.

The "Baopuzi: Dizhen" describes that those who can guard one's position can travel ten thousand miles, join the army, cross great rivers, and start construction or move into new houses without needing to consult geomancy or astronomy, nor avoid the Grand Duke, the Moon God, the monthly inauspicious stars, or the taboos of their birth year. In the end, they will not encounter any calamities.

Ge Xianweng pointed out that evil energy is an unfavorable factor that needs to be avoided, as it can bring disaster and misfortune.

All things that have a negative influence on people, such as movement, qi, sound, light, reason, color, magnetism, ghost qi, demon qi, monster qi, and plague qi, can be classified as evil qi once they reach a certain scale.

If not handled properly, it could affect lives over hundreds of miles.

The fact that the foothills of Qinxi Mountain could be tainted by malevolent energy suggests a massive conspiracy or the imminent birth of an extraordinary evil entity.

The swordsmiths of the Spring and Autumn Period, such as Gan Jiang, chose to settle here not only because the scenery was suitable for forging swords, but also because this place was the Zhenlong lineage, which extended from the main dragon vein of Kunlun Mountain.

There are numerous "small dragon vein" terrain features such as "connecting dragons," "turning dragons," "merging dragons," and "green dragon ridges."

And its hydrology is also remarkable.

The Oujiang, Qiantangjiang and Minjiang river systems converge at Piyun Mountain in the northwest, which is known as the "convergence of the three rivers".

The water from the north slope flows into the Juxi River, which is the source of the Wuxi River, a tributary of the Qiantang River; the water from the west slope flows into the Baoxi River, which flows into the Jianxi River in Fujian Province, and is one of the sources of the Minjiang River; the water from the south slope flows through the Badu River and into the Longquanxi River, the upper reaches of the Oujiang River.

It has everything: the form of feng shui, the energy of the dragon vein, the quality of minerals and water, etc.

It can be described as a treasure among treasures.

The fact that it could withstand the dragon vein's energy and feng shui while protecting the entire mountain range from pollution shows that its power is beyond what ordinary Pure Land monks can suppress.

So the holy monk came.

This is evil calling.

It's good to have unusual phenomena; unusual phenomena mean that something is good.

As for right and wrong, good and evil, it doesn't matter. In his hands, it becomes right and good. He took out the Zhanlu Stone Tablet, and sure enough, a blue light shone from within the tablet, and it trembled violently as if it had encountered the opposing side.

Zao raised the stone tablet and walked around it in all four directions.

The flashes are intense in the northwest direction. Okay, that's it.

"Let's rush!"

The four of them followed the Zhanlu probe, braving all the obstacles and climbing the mountain in a straight line, and soon found their destination.

On the mountainside platform where volcanic eruptions were erupting, the air was distorted by the high temperature.

The subterranean fire, which should have been burning steadily, was now churning and writhing like a living thing, its flames turning a sickly blackish-purple.

A tall, slender figure stood with his back to them.

The man was dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, his long hair was casually tied up with an iron hairpin, and his right hand was on the hilt of his sword at his waist. His posture seemed casual, but it gave people a sense of danger that he might suddenly start a killing at any moment.

Several corpses lay scattered at his feet, some old and some young, all with wounds concentrated on a single point in their throats, clearly killed by a single sword strike.

When the man turned around, his face became clear. He was about thirty years old, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. He should have had a handsome face, but his cold and indifferent eyes made him appear unusually ruthless.

Most striking is a scar on his left cheek, stretching from the corner of his eye to his chin, like a centipede crawling on his face.

What a handsome third male lead in a martial arts drama!

Generally, the main character is the most distinctive, the second male lead is the most handsome, and the third male lead dies the most tragically.

This person exudes a strong martial arts aura, and his style is completely different from the four people from the academy.

At this moment, the third male lead's icy gaze pierced the faces of the four people, lingering a little longer on Zao.

"My name is Xiahou Jian," the man said, his voice eerily calm. "The second-best swordsman in the world."

He paused, then forced a dead smile. "Get lost if you don't want to die."

This behavior and the corpse on the ground prove that there is no problem with this statement.

Moreover, the martial artist's aura was surrounded by fierce and domineering smoke, clearly indicating that he was a master among masters.

Unfortunately, the four people on the other side have some issues.

As the mouth double, Ji Rui asked a question that everyone wanted to ask.

"Who is the greatest swordsman in the world?"

Xu Xuan, Zao Tongxue, Ning Caichen: Good question.

They also wanted to know who could be called the best in the world, but asking the best in front of the second best was somewhat disrespectful.

click!
The sword opposite was almost drawn.

Xiahou Jian's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water. "Can't you four see all these people lying on the ground? How dare you ask?"

However, he was also a man of pride, and if he didn't answer, it would make him seem petty.

"The greatest swordsman in the world is..."

"Yan! Chi! Kasumi!"

The name he spoke of was filled with gritted teeth, his eyes were about to spit flames, and his body was radiating sword energy, indicating that some unpleasant past events had been recalled.

"Oh~~~~" *4
The way the four of them suddenly realized it at the same time was really annoying. Xiahou Swordsman felt that killing four more wouldn't be bad.

But whenever I wanted to draw my sword, a slight chill would appear in my heart, cooling down my burning killing intent a little, for reasons I don't know.

Xu Xuan tidied his appearance, revealing a kind and approachable demeanor.

Please don't misunderstand, Brother Xiahou; we are merely scholars. We don't know what happened here, or what's in the fire.

Could you please clarify this?

Xiahou Jian looked at Xu Xuan and tried to draw his sword, but didn't.

It would be laughable to still think of the other party as a weak and helpless scholar.

　March was too long, I'm so tired.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)