Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 630 Giving Up the Sword to Gain the Sword
The four had barely dodged when they were blasted into a crater ten feet deep. The shockwave sent rocks flying, and a shrill scream like a baby's cry came from within the dust and smoke, making it difficult for people to stand!

The Nine Sons were originally formed from the evil thoughts of the Ghost Mother, and their methods of defeating enemies are mainly strange and evil.

Each claw carries a power that shakes the very soul.

The demons seized the opportunity to surround the area, seemingly about to unleash some powerful attack.

They joined hands and danced a bizarre dance, the green flames forming a cage. With each rotation, the cage shrank, the flames searing the skin. Even more terrifying, from within the fire came the whispers of countless wronged souls:
"Play with us!" "Gouge out our eyes and use them as marbles!" "Skin them up and make kites!"

Ning Caichen suddenly groaned, and black blood seeped from his seven orifices—his fear was being backfired on by the demon boy's fear!
At the critical moment, the white deer let out a long cry, and its antlers emitted an auspicious light, temporarily resisting the encroachment of the green fire.

Ji Rui seized the opportunity to slash off several of the demon's arms, but the gaps were quickly filled in again.

Even in such a critical situation, the three of them fought desperately without wavering, just to buy time to unseal the Zhanlu Sword.

Before he left, Master Xu said that Zhanlu's birth would sweep away everything.

However, all methods had been exhausted, including reading books, memorizing scriptures, and even using the Song of Righteousness.

The stone rod still emitted a faint blue light; although powerful, it could not change the course of the battle.

Watching his friends fight so hard, Haya gripped the stone stick tightly until his knuckles turned white.

Looking at the object in his hand with a complicated expression, he was somewhat angry. "You call yourself a divine weapon? It's useless at the crucial moment."

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his palm—the rough stone rod had actually chafed his hand, and his own blood was flowing onto it.

But the next blow was incredibly powerful, and for the first time, it repelled the demon's clutches.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him. He bit his tongue, spitting a second mouthful of hot blood onto the stone staff. The blood seeped into the stone's texture, producing a sizzling sound. The stone staff trembled violently, and the warm, bluish light that shot from its surface cracks was no longer replaced by a blood-red, sharp edge!
"Zheng——!"

The sword rang out like a dragon, and a blood-red rainbow shot into the sky, dyeing the entire heavens crimson. The demonic claws, touched by the blood-red light, recoiled as if burned, countless tiny wounds splitting open in their palms, oozing black pus and blood. All the demonic children in the mountains simultaneously clutched their heads and screamed in agony, their green flames being purified by the red light!
it works?!
Xiahou Jian's pupils constricted, and he frowned, saying, "Isn't this a divine sword? Why is it using this blood sacrifice technique?!"
“No, it’s not the power of Zhanlu.” The three wonders simultaneously denied it.

At first, I was a little confused, but after the second burst of blood from the tip of my tongue, I realized that although it was all righteous power, the red light was now extremely violent and scorching hot. This power and sharpness was definitely not the sword of benevolence.

Ning Caichen's fingertips were cut by the zither strings, and drops of blood floated in the air, reflecting his friend's transparent chest. "It's his own—loyal heart and blood!"

"I see." Zao suddenly smiled, a smile of relief mixed with a hint of determination.

Looking at the stone staff in his hand, he said, "Zhanlu is the sword of a benevolent man who awaits the opportune moment, but I am not the benevolent man it considers me to be."

So, I don't need that Gouba Zhanlu anymore!
Looking at his two other friends, he knew he had to make a bold decision.

That is to activate the loyal heart.

"Come on! Give me the knife!"

Master Xu is currently fighting a powerful demonic cultivator, and the outcome is uncertain. Are we just going to waste our time here waiting for someone to rescue us?

Having endured so much suffering, visited the underworld several times, and fought countless demons and monsters, how could I possibly stay put in peace?
After the will was transmitted, Ji Rui closed his eyes, while Ning Caichen was in turmoil. Even with the Sanqi's relationship of mutual trust and shared life and death, he felt somewhat hesitant to act.

But he only hesitated slightly.

"Let me do it." Ji Rui raised his knife, his hand steady even at the crucial moment.

"laugh--"

Without hesitation, the blade sliced ​​across Haya's chest. The self-disciplined short sword pierced through the instinctive defense of righteous energy, but was blocked by a layer of blue light before reaching his heart. Haya grinned, then suddenly grabbed the blade and pressed it down hard!
"puff!"

The knife tip pierced three inches into his heart, revealing a jade-like heart within his shattered chest cavity—

That was the "Loyal Heart and Unwavering Spirit" that Master Xu had reforged for him years ago, and now it was bursting out with deafening drumbeats along with his heartbeat!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Each heartbeat was like the striking of an ancient Kui Niu drum. Zao's blood began to boil; what surged through his veins was no longer fresh blood, but a burning blue flame!
Ning Caichen's Seven Emotions Demon Zither suddenly began to play on its own. The music was no longer languid and sentimental, but a battle hymn of clashing swords and galloping horses. His ten fingers were covered in blood and gore, yet he laughed as he poured all his strength into the zither: "Sacrifice yourself for righteousness!"

Guo Bei's memories came flooding back like a tide.

In the dilapidated old house, the rotten beams creaked, and demons danced wildly outside the window. His younger self huddled behind the shrine, his hand trembling as he gripped a broken stick. Back then, he wouldn't even dare kill a chicken.

"Scholar! Stay close to me!"

Yan Chixia's blood-stained robe swept past my eyes, and the great sword that slays demons cleaved through the gaps in the ghost tide.

Master Mao was still a low-level rogue cultivator, using talismans that worked sometimes but not always to ward off evil spirits. The three scholars stumbled and ran after him. Ning Caichen's white robes had long been torn to shreds by thorns, and Ji Rui's scholar's cap was nowhere to be found.

Then came the most painful moment.

The pursuing locust demon suddenly split into thousands of branches, Ning Caichen was scattered by the ghost tide, and Ji Rui's back was wide open.

Without thinking, the body moved first.

The moment he pushed Ji Rui away, the locust branch pierced his chest.

Warm blood sprayed onto Ji Rui's face, and for the first time, the usually jovial and scornful playboy showed an expression of utter despair.

"Brother Zaozao?!"

The excruciating pain is still vivid in my mind; blood continues to flow, and my body grows increasingly cold, yet I managed to utter, "My surname isn't Zao."

Before leaving, one can see Ji Rui's remorseful tears, Yan Chixia's shock and anger, and Master Mao's despair.

It wasn't until Master Xu transformed his Seven Stars Big Dipper Sword into a loyal heart and placed it in his chest, and then revived himself with the power of his great vow, that the hellish experience finally ended.

The images kept flashing before finally settling on the moment Ji Rui was pushed away.

It turns out that I had already sacrificed my life for righteousness!
"Boom!"

The pounding of my heart in reality shattered my memories. A muffled thud, like the sound of a drum, echoed deep within my chest.

Zao looked down at the glowing heart in the transparent chest cavity—the "Loyal Heart" reshaped by Master Xu with the Seven Star Sword as its bone and the power of his great vow as its blood, which was glowing.

Master Xu's words from back then suddenly echoed in my ears:

"Those who are loyal and devoted are blessed with the righteous spirit of heaven and earth. They are no different from ordinary people in ordinary times, but when faced with a choice of great righteousness..."

"My heart is like gunpowder, my blood like thunder!"

"Boom—!" A second heartbeat resounded, and Zao's seven orifices spewed out blue light.

Everyone was astonished—

Beneath his tattered clothes, his chest had become transparent! A jade-like heart was glowing, growing larger with each beat:
The first thud reflected the image of a fisherman at Qianxunjin who drowned himself in the river to uphold righteousness.

The second jump reflected Xu Xuan's transformation from his physical body to single-handedly storm Guo Bei, suppress the myriad demons, and then retreat from Black Mountain with a single sword strike, sacrificing himself to save people.

The third jump reflected Zao's unthinking push at the critical moment of life and death, giving birth to the word "birth".

Looking at the stone stick in his hand, he smiled and tossed it aside.

"Only today did I realize—"

"A scholar saves the world with nothing but the burning passion in his heart!"

Hot blood gushed from his heart. Seven blood rainbows intertwined in the sky, transforming into the shape of the Big Dipper.

Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang.

One by one, the seven stars lit up, each reflecting the most magnificent moment of "sacrificing oneself for righteousness" in the world:

"I should have realized it sooner."

Zao's voice grew softer, yet more resolute:
"Zhanlu is the sword of benevolence and justice in the world, and it is wielded by the monarch."

"And I am but a mere scholar, or even a commoner."

"A common man's anger can spill blood within five steps!" "A common man's righteousness can illuminate mountains and rivers!"

"boom--!!!"

Seven stars of blood-red light crashed down, revealing a long sword as red as blood!
The sword is engraved with star patterns, and seven blood jade beads are arranged in the shape of the Big Dipper on the spine. Even before the sword is moved, a chilling killing intent soars into the sky!

Sensing the threat, the demonic claws lashed out in a frenzy. Before the claws even arrived, the gale-force winds had already crushed the rocks within a hundred feet of the surrounding mountain!

As Zao drew his sword, the wound on his chest healed on its own, leaving only a seven-star scar.

He raised his sword to the sky, his voice echoing across the battlefield:
"Benevolence saves the world, righteous sword slays demons!"

The crimson sword light shone like an inverted Milky Way, and suddenly the patterns of the locust branch from years ago appeared in the claw's palm, with moonlight from that night in Guo Bei shining through the cracks. The demonic claw froze in mid-air, then began to peel away piece by piece, like the decaying beams of an old house.

The demons suddenly stopped laughing, and the green flames transformed into fireflies, dancing around the sword. They shed their ferocity, revealing their true forms as mud and debris.

The remaining, somewhat bewildered Japanese spirits immediately wanted to flee to the East China Sea.

However, the last bit of power remaining from the Crimson Divine Sword did not pursue, but instead broke free from Zao's control and was aimed at the stone club on the ground.

It struck down with the force of a thunderbolt!

With contempt, with anger, with violent emotions.

What are you pretending for?!
Clang!
The two swords clashed, their sword energies mingling with the blue blood and green mist.

The stone staff was suddenly attacked, and it trembled violently, emitting a clear and melodious sword-like sound.

In fact, the outer stones had already begun to peel off. After all, Zao's integrity and sincerity had really moved Shenbing, but he was still a little short of being fully recognized.

But Bi Xue Dan Xin doesn't think so.

When exorcising demons, you need not be reserved; you must be straightforward, ruthless, and fierce!

Seven sword strikes in succession, blood flowing down the stone staff, peeling away the stone skin wherever it passed, revealing the ancient bronze blade inside.

The blood and loyalty that had exhausted their power returned to the host's chest as blood.

At the same time, Zhanlu was born!
The sword was black, completely without a trace. As the hazy blue light gradually dissipated, its brilliant brilliance, shining like the sun and moon, was revealed.

"Zheng—!!!"

A wisp of green mist, like a dragon emerging from the abyss, soared into the sky!

He willingly flew into the hands of his classmate Zao, his noble spirit mingling with his blood.
The celestial phenomena suddenly changed!

The sea of ​​clouds surged like ten thousand galloping horses, yet under the reflection of the sword light, it transformed into azure waves. The originally gloomy sky was cleansed by the azure light, splitting open a clear celestial rift running east to west, as if the Milky Way were hanging upside down.

Earth vein resonance!

The mountains and rivers trembled simultaneously, rivers changed course, and withered trees came back to life. The subterranean fire at the foot of Qinxi Mountain was extinguished in an instant, and the magma solidified into jade-like glass, from which shimmering auspicious herbs sprouted, emitting a delicate fragrance.

All spirits worship!

In the deep mountains and marshes, a thousand-year-old white fox lies prostrate and howls; on the bell tower of an ancient temple, a sleeping old monk suddenly opens his eyes; even the red spider lilies by the Yellow Springs of the Underworld all turn towards the human world!

The sword light grew ever brighter, eventually manifesting as a sword shape in the heavens, like a rainbow piercing the sun, transforming into a purifying force that swept across the eight wastelands.

The azure aura was extremely pure, seemingly containing the nascent vitality of all things. The moment it appeared, it dispelled the gloom within a hundred miles, and the souls of the fleeing Japanese soldiers were swept away in the process.

Great powers in every corner of the world are paying attention to this unexpected scene.

This shows how grand the procession of the Benevolent Divine Soldiers was.

Unfortunately, it only shone for a short while before Zao put it aside.

Since benevolence and righteousness reside in people's hearts, why should we borrow from external things?
Having given up the sword to obtain it, I no longer care.

It is:

Guo Bei's blood reflects the stars, a scholar's loyalty shines through the ages.

Do not say that divine weapons do not recognize their master; their iron will and unyielding spirit are truly admirable!
And so the story ends.

Xu Xuan listened with great enthusiasm and expressed high praise for all three disciples, after all...
"What this world lacks is not divine weapons."

"A fool who dares to wield his spine as a sword!"

(End of this chapter)