Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 616 Wu People
My head flew up.

When the cold light of the Moye sword swept across Helu's neck, time seemed to stretch out for a thousand years.

The body of a spirit is unlike flesh and blood; it has no blood vessels or muscles connecting it and relies entirely on its own spiritual cultivation to maintain its physical form.

They were utterly powerless against the enraged Father and were divided up very quickly.

咻~~~
The severed head of the King of Wu spun in the air, and his face, as pale as aged bone china, developed fine cracks like those on a real porcelain piece.

It still retained the imperial majesty when it landed on the ground, although some of that majesty was swept away after it rolled around a few times.

But his pupils reflected his own headless, kneeling body, with black blood still seeping from the collar of his royal robe.

The dragon patterns on the dark robe were still shimmering, indicating that a sinister spell was about to be unleashed.

The Shengxie Sword in his hand fell to the ground, bounced a few times, and showed no intention of avenging its master.

Mo Xie's sword energy was filled with hatred for the king and hysterical madness.

A deeply demonic power is erasing all traces of the spirit's existence.

A terrifying fear filled my heart.

"I'm dead?"

Then he looked into the distance.

Zhuan Zhu's figure drawing his sword was already close at hand, and the ferocity of the tip of the Fish Intestine Sword penetrated into the small space.
Is it just one step away?
"I...should not die like this."

Helü's mind was exceptionally clear, just as clear-headed as when he looked down upon the land of Wu and Yue from the Gusu Terrace.

The bronze tripod used to offer sacrifices to Heaven when he became king is now rusting somewhere in the mortal world.
The Shengxie Sword, which was used to preside over the sacrifice, fell at the enemy's feet, and the treacherous Zhanlu Sword ended up in someone else's hands.

He thought about many things, and his last wish was to have this madman say a few words to him.

For example, killing the king, who is it?

At the very least, one should mention how despicable the Ghost King was, for his attempt to invade the human world, and enumerate his crimes in detail.

Instead of acting as if you were chopping down a stray dog ​​on the street.

I am Prince Guang, the overlord of the Wu Kingdom!
The overlord's soul exploded, vanished into nothingness, and did not enter the cycle of reincarnation, returning to the underworld.

When they died, they were no different from ghost soldiers.

Xu Xuan didn't even glance at the Ghost King once from beginning to end.

The assassination attempt from behind was more interesting; it actually evaded the detection of the spiritual sense, indicating that it was the work of a master among masters.

In an instant, a swordsman of ultimate restraint burst forth from the lava, unleashing a single, unstoppable thrust.

This sword strike embodies the extreme pain of Zhuan Zhu's death, tempers the regicide obsession accumulated by generations of assassins, and carries the timeless chivalry of "a scholar dies for one who understands him."

It is the sword of will, the sword of courage and determination.

The light of Buddha and demon was separated, and the Pure Land and the Calamity Land were broken apart, reaching a very dangerous distance.

Before the sword even reached him, blood was already visible on Xu Xuan's chest.

However, he still chose to kill Helü first, after all, as a villainous BOSS who had invaded the human world, he might still have a trump card up his sleeve.

Such a person, who was inhuman in life and will not be in death, may not have the talent to overturn the balance of Yin and Yang, but he still has the ability to disrupt the situation.

Of course, another point is that he has absolute confidence that he can block this sword.

Surprisingly, the entity that blocked the sword was not part of the plan.

From extreme motion to extreme stillness.

Where the sword tip paused, a crimson feather swayed gently, and a few sparks ignited it.

The feathers were quite ordinary, without any ethereal light or resentment, just like the downy feathers left behind by the most common ibis in the Wu region.

But it was precisely this light feather that made it impossible for the Fish Intestine Sword, which had pierced through the armor of kings and nobles and penetrated the hellish land, to advance even an inch further!

The Father glanced at it, and his eyes showed even more sorrow.

Did he reject the previous attempts to convert him to Buddhism and choose to stay here just to see old friends?

Zhuan Zhu, who remained in a sword-drawing stance, slightly contracted his pupils. He saw the face of an ordinary farmer appear on the feather: a chapped, dark complexion, a smile missing a front tooth, and a scar on his forehead left by a Wu state grain collector's whipping.

"Ah Da?"

This rice farmer, who died during the forced labor campaign against Chu, was someone Zhuan Zhu used to trade with for pickled vegetables when he was still cooking fish in Taihu Lake.

The most ordinary Wu man blocked the most legendary Wu sword.

"Brother Zhuanzhu," Feather's voice was hoarse, "you killed King Liao for the people, but why did you kill your benefactor?"

The regicide power on the sword's edge suddenly became disordered.

Zhuan Zhu was surprised to find that he couldn't answer the question.

The farmer's face moved across the feathers: "The night before you assassinated King Liao, you sent my family a perch."

"My wife steamed it using the method you taught her, and it smelled wonderful."

"After you died, when I returned to the capital with the army after conquering Chu, everyone thought we would live a good life."

The feathers suddenly burst into flames, and countless images appeared within them:

A conscripted farmer kneels to bid farewell to his elderly mother; a new recruit on the battlefield is shot through the throat by a Chu arrow; the Weaver Girl throws herself into a well when Su City falls;
There was also a family who brought their wives and children to Wushi to see the white crane dance.

Ah Da looked at Zhuan Zhu.

There was no resentment, no pleading, just quiet observation.

Just like back then, watching the silent fisherman clean and scale the fish by the fishing lights on Taihu Lake, so peaceful.

He said softly, "Brother Zhuan Zhu, the Kingdom of Wu has fallen."

Zhuan Zhu drew his sword and retreated, marking the first time the Fish Intestine Sword had voluntarily withdrawn.

This assassin, who had pierced through the ages, was now forced back three steps by a single feather.

Xu Xuan's robes fluttered without wind, and the twin swords Gan Jiang and Mo Xie emitted a mournful tremor.

From the ashes of the burned feathers stood a phantom figure of a farmer. He bent down, looking at the head of Helu on the ground:
"Your Majesty!"

"Back then you said that conquering Chu was for the good of the Wu people."

"You said you would give us a good life."

"Your Majesty, you have deceived us."

The phantom waved to Zhuan Zhu Ge and then vanished.

He rejected reincarnation, seemingly unwilling to be reborn as a human again, drifting away like dust in the cold wind, not knowing where he would land.

Zhuan Zhu remained silent, seemingly caught in a state of hesitation.

I suddenly remembered the cup of wine I drank before assassinating Prince Guangjing, the son of King Liao of Wu; the wine was bitter.

It turns out that the bitterness wasn't from the wine, but from the people's hearts, which we finally tasted a thousand years later.

The sentiment of "a scholar will die for his confidant" is an extreme emotion that should not be disturbed. Even if the sky were to fall and the earth were to collapse, one should still be willing to die for one's confidant.

What is contrary to reason and logic cannot be obeyed; a subject kills his ruler, and a son kills his father.

What an audacious sword intent, defying the rules, solely for one's own desires.

Xu Xuan killed the ruler and father he served, a hatred that could not be extinguished, yet A Da, as a friend, tried to stop him with the pretext of righteousness.

The sharp Fish Intestine Sword was in his hand, but it had lost its indomitable spirit.

Even assassins who make it into the Assassin's Chronicle can fall into confusion, wondering how they can still wield the Fish Intestine Sword.

But Xu Xuan would not let this assassin go.

Divine weapons possess spirits; wouldn't it be wonderful to obtain the Fish Intestine Sword at the same time as obtaining the Victory Sword?

The other party happened to be in a period of confusion, which gave someone an excellent opportunity to make a move.

"Now that no one can stop us, why not strike a second time?"

Zhuan Zhu was somewhat confused as to why I, an assassin, was being spoken to in the middle of a desolate battlefield.
(End of this chapter)