Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 611 Why are you holding my sword?

The king knew, of course, that this thing couldn't measure anything, and that these rituals went against the style of the underworld, but they represented his human ambitions that had not yet been assimilated.

He picked up the drumstick and slammed it down hard on the golden drum. The ghost soldiers responded in unison, shouting and drumming, the sound waves shaking heaven and earth.

Although the guard beside him could no longer shed tears, his calm aura was violently stimulated, revealing a hint of courage and determination.

Wang then held the drumstick and personally went to ring the bells and drums, and to give instructions and shake the bells.

The most glorious moments of the king are recreated from time.

"Go to war!!!"

"Go to war!!!"

"Go to war!!!"

Three cries signaled the start of the campaign, shaking the heavens and the earth, but alas, the gates of hell remained closed.

The atmosphere was incredibly awkward.

How could the power of the Yin Heaven Palace of King Zhou be unable to open the Gate of Hell?

Then wasn't my infiltration in vain? Didn't the Northern Emperor just wave his hand and open it back then?

As a king of his generation, he had put in countless efforts to avoid being judged in the underworld and to reunite his forces. How could he possibly fail at the last step?

Besides anger, there was also unease; according to the culture of a thousand years ago, this was an ominous sign.

The gaze from behind the bronze mask flew like a sharp sword to the white crane woman among the shamans.

This is the first step back to the world of the living; how can we afford to make a mistake here?

The soldiers of the three armies are all ready to go. Do you want to be a sacrifice?

The white crane woman was practically igniting her own soul fire as she frantically shook the jade soul-summoning banner, knowing that her father was extremely angry.

But... this door... this door doesn't seem to want to open.

Ultimately, under the authority of the Six Heavenly Demon Gods, the reluctant Gates of Hell were forcibly opened.

"open!!!"

Creak~~~~~
The overwhelming yin energy surged forth like a burst dam in the River Styx, instantly turning vegetation gray and covering rocks with frost patterns wherever it passed.

The energy of the mortal realm also entered, the world of the living, and the aura of jealousy from ghosts and monsters.

An invisible aura of calamity invaded once more, accompanied by incessant thunderclaps.

The king was overjoyed and raised his hand.

The Victory Sword outside the city has moved.

The broken sword suddenly trembled, and the dark red blood patterns on the blade writhed like living snakes. The broken edge tore through the void on its own, emitting a tooth-grinding tearing sound.

Before the sword was even moved, evil energy arrived first—the shadows of the entire Qinxi Mountain suddenly twisted and transformed into countless ghostly hands that worshipped the sword.

"Zheng——!"

With a piercing sword cry, the Victorious Evil Sword suddenly transformed into a dark red line of blood, piercing straight through the gap in the Gate of Hell!

Where the sword's edge passed, the grass and trees of the mortal world withered instantly, their bark peeling off to reveal the decaying wood inside, resembling a corpse; rocks crumbled, the fragments turning into foul-smelling blood in mid-air before even hitting the ground; even the wind was tainted by the evil aura, emitting a wail like the mournful cry of a vengeful spirit.

Within the Gates of Hell, all ghosts are in turmoil!
The Victorious Evil Sword fell into the underworld like a meteor, leaving a long trail of evil flames as it entered the sword master's hand.

"You're back again."

The king suddenly stopped, and the pupils under the mask abruptly shrank to the size of pinpoints.

The Nine Nether Flames embroidered on the robe actually caught fire, the flames changing from a ghostly green to a dark red, and finally turning into pure black.

"Heh"

A low, inhuman growl escaped his throat, and his ghostly aura erupted like a tsunami!
The already terrifying pressure intensified even further, causing the underground soil beneath their feet to crack inch by inch.

"Victory over evil. Return to your rightful place."

After a thousand years of waiting, the tide has finally turned.

The evil spirits that remained in the human world became the coordinates for communication between Yin and Yang, and also brought with them a powerful, nourishing evil energy.

Now, he can finally be himself again.

He raised his hand and removed the mask, which was as pale as aged bone china, yet it had a strange luster, as if the surface was forever covered with a thin layer of corpse oil.

His eyebrows were long and slender like swords, with a few unusually long silver hairs sprouting from the ends, hanging down to his cheekbones like white mourning banners. His eye sockets were so deep they were almost hollow, but his eyelashes were an unusual frosty white.

Her nose was high and straight, as if carved by a knife, with a shallow indentation on each side of her nostrils, and her lips were so thin they were almost transparent.

This is a self-centered king who has never removed his mask since arriving in the underworld.

Only at this moment, as he prepares to return to his own country, does he reveal his true face.

"Raise an army and march into the mortal realm!"

He wants to return to the human world and become an eternal emperor. The ghostly soldiers and generals behind him will surge into the mortal world like a flood, and a ghostly calamity is about to break out in the human world.

However, some people disagreed.

They even thought the battlefield could be placed in the underworld.

boom! ! !
The stone tablet crashed into the Gates of Hell with a deafening roar, like a pillar of heaven collapsing, crushing over the densely packed ghost soldiers with immense force.

Before those hideous ghosts could even scream, they vanished into thin air in the blue light, their souls shattered by the inscription and dissipating into wisps of black smoke.

Wherever it passed, a scorching trench appeared in the ground, as if it had been branded with a hot iron. The remaining righteous energy forced back the ghostly aura and carved out a passage!

Early on, they strode into the literary abyss and gathered at the Purple Palace, their boundless energy shattering heaven and earth.

With a stroke of the pen, I survey the vast ocean's waves; with a sword, I point to the boundless sky's clouds. Hahahahahahaha!!!
A hearty laugh reverberated in all directions, its sound like a booming bell, the sound waves condensing into tangible golden ripples that swept outwards. Dozens of ghost soldiers were shaken to the point that their souls disintegrated by the roar.

A crimson figure charged into the Gates of Hell like a raging dragon!
He was a red-faced young man who stood nine feet tall, with muscles bulging like cast iron.

Most astonishingly, his boiling blood and qi roared like the sea, and his loyal heart was activated to a peak. With each step he took, blue flames ignited beneath his feet.

Each time he swung the stone tablet, he cleared an area. Only when no ghost dared to approach did he shoulder the stone tablet, revealing an arrogant and domineering smile.

"How dare you, demons and monsters, invade our human realm?!"

The ghost was furious. How dare these human visitors invade the underworld!
Watch as I, the king, behead this... wait, where did this pretty boy come from?

Ning Caichen calmly stepped into the gates of hell, his plain white robe fluttering in the ghostly wind.

Facing the swarming ghost soldiers, he chuckled lightly, his slender fingers casually manipulating the void.

"Zheng——"

Seven dark red threads appeared out of thin air, coiling around his fingers like venomous snakes. These were the strings of his Seven Emotions Zither, condensed from the infatuations, resentments, greed, and anger of the underworld, which he handled with the ease of eating and drinking.

The obsession of ghosts is the best material, and their deep-seated demonic nature is the most suitable aid.

Fingers pluck the strings of seven emotions, the sound disturbs the nine netherworlds.

A song that breaks my heart, where can I find a kindred spirit?

"The underworld... is also my home turf."

With a flick of the fingertips, a wisp of viscous music spread out. Suddenly, the front-row ghost soldiers' eyes glowed green, and they pounced on their companions, tearing them apart and devouring their souls as if they were food.

The zither clashed, producing a sound like metal striking metal. Suddenly, the ghost soldiers and generals sprang up, their steel forks piercing the abdomen of the clerk beside them.

The bowstring trembled, and the soul-snatching ropes became tangled together, causing their souls to hiss and smoke. The blue-faced ghost general even gnawed away at his own arm, leaving not a single inch of it.

Ning Caichen strolled through the storm of yin energy, playing soul-devouring melodies and manipulating the joys and sorrows of sentient beings.

What a fiend, a demon of music and a demon of love!

"Hahaha, wait for me!"

Ji Rui followed closely behind, riding in on a white deer, looking as cheerful as if he were on a picnic.

That white deer was no ordinary creature; its hooves trod upon a clear light, and wherever it passed, the murky, ghostly mist vanished like snow meeting boiling water. Its antlers were as white as jade, with faint, flowing thunder patterns.

Last time in the underworld, I almost slept through it all. This time, I'm determined to steal the spotlight, so I quickly recited the poem.

A white deer treads through clouds over a thousand peaks; a scholar, carrying his books, has no limits to his ambition.

The ink-black sword at his waist, yet untested, has already been used to depict the majestic green mountains!
The poem was finished, and it was time to start the battle. The self-discipline sword in my hand was already glowing, and with a light stroke, it brought out a dreamlike light and shadow.

The First Cut: Abstain from Greed. Having died from gluttony in life, the ghost remains tormented by hunger and thirst in death. A single slash of the blade reveals a mirror-like light, reflecting the scene of how the ghost's gluttony had caused the deaths of its loved ones. The hungry ghost screams in agony and begins to frantically tear at its own intestines until its soul is utterly destroyed.

The Second Strike: Controlling Wrath. Those who killed in a fit of rage in life, their resentment transformed into fire in death. The blade flashed like water, extinguishing the black flames on their bodies, reflecting the lives they had ruined in a moment of fury. The raging ghosts wept bitterly, the black flames backfiring, burning them to ashes.

The Third Slash: Breaking Illusion. The red-clad female ghost, driven mad by obsessive love, continued to haunt her unfaithful lover even after death. The light revealed the illusion of her infatuation; she was merely trapped by her own obsession. The ghost was stunned; her red makeup faded, and she vanished in a wisp of green smoke.

The Fourth Slash: Self-Discipline. The giant demon, in its lifetime extremely arrogant, its blade flashing like lightning, had actually seen through the illusion that its supposed power was merely a facade born of others' fear. The giant demon roared and slammed its own head down, crashing to the ground.

The Fifth Strike: Faith and Righteousness. Suspicious in life, they continued to pry into everything even in death. The misty light of their blades plunged them into endless distrust, ultimately causing them to attack each other and their souls to disintegrate.

The Sixth Cut: Turning to Good. Having committed countless evils in life, he still finds pleasure in harming others after death. The clear light shines like the sun, revealing his sins. The vengeful ghost screams and transforms into a pool of foul-smelling pus and blood.

The Seventh Slash: Purification of the Heart. The alluring ghost princess, who died in debauchery, still bewitches all after death. The blade flashes like snow, revealing the withered bones beneath her skin. The ghost princess screams, her face instantly aging, turning to dust and dissipating.

The white deer neighed, and Ji Rui sheathed his sword. The underworld was briefly quieted by the glint of his blade.

"By subduing oneself and returning to propriety, all under heaven will submit to benevolence."

At this moment, the White Deer Scholar was indeed dazzling, attracting most of the attention and stealing the spotlight.

And then came Xiahou the swordsman. "I...I don't have a poem title!"
Let's not disrupt their formation and just keep killing silently.

Having defeated his inner demons, Xiahou Jianke's swordsmanship reached a new level, and he vaguely comprehended the state of selflessness, unleashing a rampage against the ghosts of the underworld.

The swordplay that was once as chaotic as a torrential downpour is now as refined as autumn water, each strike terrifyingly pure.

With a flick of his wrist, sword light poured down like moonlight, and the ghost soldier disintegrated in mid-air. The second, third, and tenth ghost soldiers attacked almost simultaneously, but Xiahou's figure suddenly blurred and flashed into mid-air.

The sword intent erupted with a dazzling silver light, which spread outwards like a tide. Wherever it reached, the roars of the ghost soldiers ceased abruptly, replaced by silent dissipation.

The sword light, several times stronger than the previous fierce sword attack, was terrifying and impossible for demonic methods to withstand.

Xiahou the swordsman roamed among tens of thousands of evil spirits, growing stronger with each kill, and even uttering boastful words.

"The ghosts of the underworld dare to act so recklessly in the underworld?"

Ghost soldiers not far away
I don't understand, is everyone in the world so domineering these days?

It was then shattered into nothingness by the sword energy.

The king who wielded the power of victory, the brave and decisive guards, and the white crane woman gathered together, not because they didn't want to go down and kill these troublemakers.

Instead, the gates of hell were trembling, as if some terrifying being was about to invade the underworld.

An ominous aura had already invaded the hearts of the three powerful individuals.

The door trembled slightly, and the handsome scholar finally entered. He looked at the somewhat unfamiliar new map with genuine joy.

At the same time, we also saw the king wielding the weapon of victory.

"It really is you, Helü."

Why are you holding my sword?

(End of this chapter)