Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 609 Palm of Tathagata
This sword strike was as swift as thunder and lightning, a skill Xiahou had mastered after observing a torrential rain at the age of twenty-three.

That's not sword stance at all.

It was clearly a celestial river bursting its banks and pouring down upon the world!

At first, a single cold star fell from the sky, then suddenly exploded into thousands of silver snakes, each scale bursting with chilling killing intent.

With a flick of the wrist as if commanding thunder, the sword's blade, trailing afterglow, plowed scorch marks in the air, its metallic hiss accompanied by the violent rhythm of rain pounding on banana leaves.

What a "chaotic rain startling the dragon"!
He truly deserves his title as the second-best swordsman in the world, a genius who has attained enlightenment through martial arts.

This sword strike would be impossible for a newly initiated cultivator to withstand; it possesses the power of a second-level cultivator. No wonder it was able to chase after Yan Chixia to fight.

This was Xu Xuan's first time exchanging blows with a martial arts master. The martial arts energy and will that came with the sword moves were infiltrating the space and magic power.

This reminded him of the shock he felt during his brief encounter with Commander Zuo in Tonglu.

The power of military formations and the blood and qi of martial artists to expel the primordial energy of heaven and earth is extremely domineering. When a martial artist is in a strong position, he can indeed defeat petty villains below and demons above. Ghosts that get close will be burned into smoke.

Moreover, it has far fewer restrictions than the righteous spirit of Confucianism and Taoism, and is not so dependent on the dynasty's fortune. As long as one's will remains steadfast, one is virtually immune to all evils.

Different cultivation systems bring different insights, and the Holy Father believes that martial arts in the human world still have great potential.

Only Li Yingqi in Baoan Hall followed this path, but he used the characteristics of the Yue Nu Sword to draw upon the power of heaven and earth, taking a more fantastical approach.

Let's explore its mysteries today.

Relying on his superhuman strength, the mental resistance of the White Lotus, and the physical resistance of the Immortal Skin and Jade Bones, Xu transformed into a Buddhist martial arts master.

His palms clasped together like lotus blossoms, and a faint Buddhist light emanated from his body. Facing the overwhelming rain of swords, he did not retreat but advanced, taking a step forward—"Buddha's Palm - First Appearance of Buddhist Light!"

What a powerful "Buddha's Palm" technique, yet it has absolutely nothing to do with Buddha.

It's simply a combination of Buddha's light and iron palm.

In an instant, golden light broke through the clouds like the rising sun, and abundant Buddhist power transformed into a barrier. The torrential sword force collided with the Buddhist light like rain hitting a bronze bell, ringing loudly, yet unable to advance even an inch!
Even when a few drops of wind and rain fall into the Buddha's light and land on you, they only create a few sparks.

Do you understand the Buddhist Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill? It's all about enduring it head-on!

Although Xiahou's repeated sword strikes failed to break through the Buddha's light defense, his fighting spirit continued to surge, displaying a determination that could wear down even the hardest stone.

In the midst of the fight, he suddenly thought of something and let out a soft whistle: "Excellent palm technique!"

"I remember who you are!"

"Chongqi Xu Xuan? It should be Qiantang Xu Xuan!"

"The legendary Iron Palm that controls Qiantang!"

"I never imagined he was a bald Buddhist monk. No wonder he's so skilled with palm techniques!"

Right, everything is right!
Xiahou was still quite intelligent. Having traveled all over famous mountains and rivers, he was naturally well-informed. And someone who had mastered martial arts to this level was no fool.

Buddhists are known for their meddling. They might see evil soldiers emerging to suppress them, seize opportunities, and even claim to be dispelling evil spirits and demons. They might even have the intention of converting evil spirits.

Many murderers and arsonists fled to the Buddhist order, and wealthy families who committed evil deeds also hid there, forming a considerable force.

Hmph, now you want to reform me?

dream!

Wow, the logical loop is complete!

Xu Xuan sensed the change in the other person's thoughts.
The third male lead certainly had a way to get himself killed. He insulted the monk in front of him, saying that we still have hair. If we didn't have hair, we would have suffered countless insults.

Xiahou ignored him and continued to draw his sword.

"Let's see this move next!"

The sword's momentum shifted again, the tip of the sword pointing swiftly like a torrential downpour, each strike carrying the power to shatter mountains and split rocks: "Stormy Rain and Surging Waves - A Thousand Edges Shatter Mountains!"

He wanted to break through the barrier of the Buddha's palm head-on to prove the power of his swordsmanship.

Xu Xuan remained calm and composed, changing his palm technique and making his palms fly like plucking flowers and brushing willows.

"The Tathagata's Palm - Buddha Asks the Monk!"

The compiled Tathagata Palm combined with the Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill created a fierce battle with Xiahou Jian, sparking and flashing with energy, perfectly capturing the essence of martial arts.

Sanqi squatted to the side, watching with great enjoyment; he had front-row tickets!

The Buddha moves mountains and rivers, the Buddha inquires of the monastery, the Buddha's light shines everywhere, welcoming the Buddha from the Western Paradise, the Heavenly Buddha descends to earth, the Buddha's Dharma is boundless, and all Buddhas pay homage.
After a while.

The holy monk has finished performing all twelve forms of the Tathagata Palm in the martial arts version, and is now evolving into a fantasy version with increasingly powerful special effects.

Xiahou also changed his sword techniques several times, and the two fought to a standstill with all kinds of sword techniques.

How can this swordsman know so many moves? Being ranked second in the world is a very prestigious title.

If the fight continues, the holy monk will have to create other Buddhist martial arts, such as the Black-level Floating Pagoda or the Primordial Extreme Maha, to overwhelm people with brute force.

Little did Xu Xuan know that he was only surprised by the opponent's moves, while Xiahou Jian was truly horrified.

The bald man in front of him had such a high level of Buddhist knowledge that, combined with his crude martial arts skills, he managed to leave the bald man breathless.

That's right, crude martial arts skills.

Even experienced fighters could see through some of the person's true nature, but this only made Xiahou more distressed.

The impact of this cross-dimensional, dimensional-reducing attack was so strong that it drove the already determined swordsman to plunge headlong into it.

After all, if one cannot even get past this hurdle, how can one obtain the demonic weapon, how can one defeat Yan Chixia, and how can one become the number one swordsman in the world?

"kill!!!"

He roared repeatedly, his sword moves changing in countless ways.

The four students from the academy were dazzled by the sights, especially Zao, who watched with exceptional focus. Master Xu was not skilled in swordsmanship, while Master Yu was more adept at spear techniques; their own basic swordsmanship might not be effective against true masters.

Unfortunately, the ruthless swordsman on the other side could not break through after a long attack. His sharpness had been lost and his mind was gradually losing control, which led to the invasion of evil energy, and the battle entered the second stage.

Xiahou's sword has changed.

The sword aura, which was originally as fierce as a torrential rain but still retained a trace of righteousness, now surged like lava from hell, with dark red evil energy swirling around the blade, as if countless wronged souls were howling within the sword.

Deep within his pupils burned an inhuman crimson flame, and a ferocious smile spread across his lips.

Even the styling has changed, featuring the little devil's favorite dark eyeshadow.

Xu Xuan immediately sensed the change in the other party.

Has he become possessed by a demon?
Just like Ning Caichen, who was driven mad by love back then, Xiahou also entered this state.

This kind of thing is not scary. As long as you go in and then come out, you can gain stronger power and a higher level of understanding.

Ke Ning Caichen's demonic nature is pure and intense; only by being driven to the extreme by emotion can he become terrifyingly powerful.

Xiahou, however, could not reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship; his descent into demonic possession was merely a result of his unwillingness to accept defeat.

A person whose heart is filled with fame, fortune, the three poisons, and desires will only be a low-level demon, even if they become a demon.

"Xu Xuan... can your Buddha save me?"

Wherever the sword's edge passed, the air distorted, the ground scorched, and malevolent energy coiled around the sword's aura like venomous snakes.

Colorful lava flew out, accompanied by various negative emotions that began to corrupt people's hearts, giving it a somewhat sinister and evil connotation.

Although the power has increased dramatically, it also means that the sword controls the user.

It seems that even the world's second-best swordsman cannot control the evil weapon yet to be born from the earth's fire.

Xu Xuan frowned, feeling that this matter was somewhat caused by him, so he decided to give the other party a chance.

The compassion in his eyes gradually faded, replaced by a fierce and wrathful gaze!

He thrust out a palm strike earnestly; this was not some fancy, flashy Tathagata Palm, but the true power of the Vajra God.

As if Mount Sumeru were collapsing and the pagoda were falling, the divine palm, with its overwhelming force, slowly advanced.

The boundless light and boundless life illuminate the ten directions and eight extremes, and the realm of infinite worlds far surpasses the evil thoughts in Xiahou's heart.

The evil sword energy, whether it evolved into a raging storm or a sea of ​​lava and blood, was completely flattened.

The golden divine palm landed on Xiahou's chest.

Boom!
"So this is what death feels like."

First came the skin and flesh, then the bones and muscles, and finally the soul, peeling away layer by layer, as if being crushed inch by inch by the Buddha's light. He could clearly feel his heartbeat slowing down, his blood cooling, and his consciousness flickering like a candle in the wind, about to go out.

"I'm going to die?"

The thought had barely formed when everything went black before my eyes, and then—a revolving lantern lit up.

He saw himself born in a small town in the north, his father a down-on-his-luck swordsman, and his mother died young. He held a sword for the first time when he was three years old. The wooden sword was rough, but it excited him so much that he couldn't sleep all night.

When he was seven, his father got into a fight while drunk and was stabbed in the throat. He hid behind the door and watched helplessly as the blood overflowed the threshold and soaked his cloth shoes.

At eight years old, he killed his first person—a local thug who was bullying an old woman selling porridge, because his swordsman had told him that swordsmanship should embody chivalry. When he drew his sword and pierced the woman's throat, his hand trembled so much he could barely hold the hilt. But as the hot blood splattered on his face, he suddenly understood how simple killing could be.

At the age of ten, seeking revenge for his father, he became a disciple of a master to learn superior swordsmanship.

At sixteen, he became famous throughout the martial arts world, a swordsman feared by all. He challenged masters from all walks of life, and countless lives were lost under his sword. Some cursed, some begged, but he felt only boredom. As for the chivalry taught by his master, it had long been thrown into the wind.

At the age of thirty-five, he reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship, but was defeated by a man named Yan Chixia on a stormy night.

At thirty-six, kneeling in the mud, rainwater mixed with blood dripped down his face, and he tasted despair for the first time.

At thirty-seven, the opponent ran away because Yan Chixia felt that the outcome was not important.

After that, he traveled all over the land, searching for a stronger sword. Famous swords, ancient swords, evil swords... he tried countless swords, but he could never find the "Dao" that would allow him to advance further.

At the age of forty, he met a scholar at the foot of Qinxi Mountain and was slapped.

The memory stops abruptly.

Xiahou suddenly opened his eyes and found himself still standing in the same spot. His sword was broken, but he was still standing. Xu Xuan's palm was hanging three inches in front of his forehead, with a gentle Buddhist light, untouched by any killing intent.

He's not dead?!

Xu Xuan withdrew his palms, clasped them together, and lowered his brows.

"Amitabha Buddha, benefactor, have you attained enlightenment?"

Xiahou stared blankly at his hands. The lines on his palms were still there, and the calluses on his hands were still there, but something... was different.

I should be stronger now?
He suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter going from hoarse to hearty, and finally he laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"Monk, your palm strike... is even more ruthless than Yan Chixia's sword!"

This move, a version of the Great Vajra Divine Power's "Head-on Blow," was naturally incredibly powerful, killing the demon-possessed Xiahou Jian with a single blow.

Xu Xuan smiled slightly, "This is my specialty."

"I know where Yan Chixia is. You can go find him later."

"It wouldn't hurt to fight another match."

The HR manager of Baoan Hall has been called in. Yan Chixia can't stay in Dugu Garden to look after the children all the time; it's time to replace him.

(End of this chapter)