Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 631 Chaos Appears
Looking at the dormant divine weapon in his hand,
Xu Xuan weighed the heavy Zhanlu sword in his hand.

It is indeed the Benevolent Holy Sword. Its blade has a clear, restrained light, and it feels like holding a piece of cold jade. It has neither the ferocious restlessness of a demonic weapon nor the seductive whispers of an evil sword.

It's as quiet as a burning stick, only revealing its sword-like edge after you've done everything related to "benevolence" and it's also destined to do so.

Throughout history, those who have held power have not all been people of high rank and great authority; even the worst among them were legendary generals like Zhou Chu.

His own disciple has opened the door in a different way, and he is no less capable than his predecessors.

However, it's wrong of you to be so disrespectful to me.

Let's take a look at the most popular sword technique in Baoan Hall.

After saying this, he took out the Shengxie Sword from the jade pot. It was forged by Ou Yezi. Let's get to know each other.

His left hand wielded the azure light of Zhanlu, while his right hand was filled with surging evil energy. The two divine weapons hummed and trembled in his palms, like dragons and tigers locked in battle.

The Zhanlu Sword suddenly erupted with a soaring, clear light, as if the ancient seal script characters "The Benevolent Are Invincible" were lighting up one by one, reflecting the figures of its past masters:
The figures of King Yunchang of Yue, King Zhao of Chu, Zhang Yi, Zhou Chu, and others.
The vast and benevolent energy surged like the Yangtze River, pressing down on the Shengxie Sword and causing it to creak.

How could the Victorious Sword admit defeat? Its original owner, Helü, was a powerful ruler, though his existence was controversial. Of course, it was not convenient for him to take it out at this time.

If we're going to recruit people, we definitely have to bring out the new sword master, Xu Xuan, the devil among devils, the wicked among the wicked, and the fierce among the fierce!

The most evil emotions in the world transformed into pitch-black demonic flames, tearing a rift open in the blue light!
If the world were at peace, or if the wielder were a virtuous and noble person, Zhanlu would surely have the upper hand. Unfortunately, Xu Xuan was neither the master of the Heavenly Sword nor willing to show his benevolence.

Shengxie does have the support of the great power of heaven and earth, but unfortunately he has been in the world for too short a time and has not accumulated enough foundation. He can only barely protect himself.

"Tsk." Xu Xuan suddenly flipped his wrist and pressed down on the sword. "Ou Yezi is indeed a genius; he actually forged two completely incompatible divine weapons."

The sword finger brushed across the spine of Zhanlu Sword, forcibly suppressing the azure light of benevolence by a third. Shengxie was overjoyed at the sight, his evil aura surging as he tried to retaliate, but Xu Xuan's right palm flashed with demonic patterns, forcefully pressing him back to his original form.

Both swords trembled with dissatisfaction at the same time.

But someone simply didn't care. He was just experiencing the mystery within.

The conclusion is that righteous divine weapons are much more difficult to obtain than evil demonic weapons; one must uphold integrity throughout one's life to keep Zhanlu.

Back then, the King of Wu was tyrannical, so he simply flew away to seek refuge with another power. His personality was even more distinct than that of the Demon Sword.

Hopefully, Zao can get along well with it.

Then he casually put the sword aside and continued working.

The foothills of Qinxi Mountain were in complete chaos, overrun by countless demons and the demonic handprints formed from the spirits of the Japanese devils.

Although the remaining demonic energy was completely wiped out by Zhanlu's final outburst, there were still quite a few traces left by their own people.

Fortunately, the scene wasn't too large, making it relatively easy to clean up. Having gained some insight into the underworld, Xiahou easily blended in and experienced what corporate culture truly meant.

Zao, on the other hand, was adapting to his body while working.

As the smoke of war cleared, he felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

The once burning chest was no longer searing; the fierce, unwavering heart that had roared like a war drum day and night had now become warm and peaceful. Looking down, he saw seven star patterns on his chest.

"call"

The power of the loyal heart was mostly consumed, but it actually brought the heart back to life.

In the past, every heartbeat made his blood ache; every drop of blood felt like molten lava flowing, burning his mind. That was the immense sword intent left behind when Master Xu forged the "Seven Stars Big Dipper Sword" into his chest.

Although the sword intent has dissipated, the intention remains clear.

He tried circulating his inner energy and found that his internal energy flowed much more smoothly than before. The delicate meridians that had been suppressed by the fierce power of his Loyal Heart were now flowing gently like spring streams thawing. Even his flushed cheeks gradually regained their normal color.

Ji Rui poked his forehead suspiciously, "Your complexion... could it be due to excessive blood loss?"

Bang Bang landed two punches, thankfully the force was still the same.

After finishing their preparations, the group returned to Qiantang. Having gone through this journey, Sanqi's growth was truly remarkable.

Xu Xuan has gotten what he wanted, and it's time for him to settle down and reflect. People can't always be fighting and killing.

This trip has been quite fruitful, with slaying snakes, cutting down crooked trees, defeating the evil demon king, and finally killing a demonic giant and unsealing the Zhanlu Sword. It's time to go home.

The sound of the carriage rolling over the wet official road after the rain mingled with the dripping water from the eaves.

"The plum rain season has arrived in Jiangnan again, which is really annoying."

There were four people when we came, and five people when we left.

Xiahou the swordsman volunteered to catch the carriage, acting as his bodyguard. With such a fierce-looking and sharp-tempered master in front of them, the return journey was fraught with difficulties.

Along the way, they encountered several minor incidents, including haunted houses, wrongful convictions, a lost scholar, and mischievous spirits.

It's not that powerful, but for ordinary people, encountering it can cause anything from loss of spirit and illness to becoming someone's meal.

But good and evil are rewarded accordingly, and they encountered a righteous squad that could run rampant in Jiangnan.

Upon arriving at Lanqiao Post Station, they saw a deserted house with flickering eerie flames that drifted down and transformed into dogs upon touching the ground.

After playing half of the "Pure Heart and Universal Benevolence Mantra," the demon revealed itself—a little demon abandoned by a heartless man.

A monster fell in love with a servant in a wealthy family. After several encounters, she was betrayed by the servant and, filled with grief and anger, began to eat men by the roadside.

The love and affections of infatuated men and women are most likely to attract ghosts and strange occurrences.

Xu Xuan was speechless. He just couldn't understand why a demon would always want to sleep with humans. It was an interracial affair, wasn't it?

Moreover, you, little demon, are quite egalitarian. Others seek out scholars, while you seek out servants, which is a clear indication of opposing occupational discrimination.

But if you want to eat, go eat a heartless man; the passerby didn't harm you.

This kind of love-struck mentality is hard to explain; one slap and you're done, then conveniently send them to the afterlife.

The little red shirt that remained was buried in the ground, and a grave was erected. The story was also written on it, as a warning to future generations.

When they spent the night at Guazhou Ferry, the water ghosts dragged them into the river. They stuck the Shengxie Sword into the bow of the boat, and the evil aura terrified the water ghosts, who all rushed ashore and squatted on the dock, crying, "These days, you have to wait in line for three hundred years to be reincarnated in the underworld; it's better to drown and be done with it!"

The Holy Father was furious. Did he think I didn't know what was going on in the underworld?
The reason why reincarnation was slow in the past was because one had to go through the Ten Courts of Justice and then serve one's sentence. Once one has completed all of these and is truly in the Six Paths of Reincarnation, why would one need to queue up?

Even with millions of innocent ghosts thrown into my possession, there wasn't a single lag.

You could say you'd be captured by the Ghost King of Yin Mountain, which is a better reason than this.

Lingering in the human world to harm people, and daring to use this method to deceive me, they're courting death.

With a single palm strike, Zao's scorching blood energy cleared away the water ghosts on the dock.

While passing by Dayou Mountain, something interesting happened: we encountered a refined monster serving as the headmaster of a school.

(End of this chapter)