Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 649 Long-Eyebrowed Man Delivers Gifts
The wooden sword in Master Mao's hand exploded into wood chips with a "crack".

His pupils contracted sharply, cold sweat instantly beaded on his forehead, and his clothes on the back were soaked through.

Its color is like the brilliance of molten gold, shining brightly, just like the rising sun, piercing through the clouds and mist of the heavens; its shape is like a pearl of a dragon, round and full, as if a spiritual object containing the essence of heaven and earth.

If he's not mistaken about the Shushan Famous Swords Record he's read, then the one on the table should be...
"Golden Crocodile Sword Pill?" His voice trembled, and his fingers unconsciously touched the soft red sand at his waist.

As the life-saving items of the Baoan Hall, there are strict requirements for carrying them. Even if you don't carry your own natal magic weapon, you must carry those three items.

At that moment, Master Mao felt a barely perceptible sense of security.

The reason it was so barely perceptible was because he didn't believe it was actually useful at that moment.

The extraordinary man standing on the stage had long, snow-white eyebrows that fluttered gently in the wind. His face was kind, yet a chilling aura emanated from him.

This is the formidable enemy that Baoan Hall has repeatedly warned against – the former master of Shushan, the mastermind behind the secret destruction of Shushan, the Long-Browed Immortal!
"Master, you have excellent eyesight."

"One of the Seven Swords of Cultivation, it is indeed an old artifact from Mount Shu."

I found it when I passed by Longtan and picked it up on a whim. I guess it's fate that it's with you.

You two are destined to be together.

These two words sound rather alarming, as if they reveal something.

Master Mao's Adam's apple bobbed as he rapidly considered countermeasures. Since its opening, Bao'an Hall had never faced such a formidable enemy. How had this old devil found his way here? And why did he choose this particular time?

"This humble Taoist priest...this humble Taoist priest is going to fetch some medicinal herbs." The Taoist priest forced himself to remain calm and slowly backed away.

He secretly activated the paper butterfly in his sleeve, while simultaneously using the Yu Step to gather strength.

If we manage to get the other party inside, we must take out the three divine swords enshrined at the back. Today, even if it costs us our lives, we must cut off the other party's life force and fortune.

Go to the temple to burn incense and go up the mountain to worship Buddha.

You may know the rules well, but not giving prior notice is a bit impolite.

We're all in the cultivation world, so if you rashly invade my dojo, I'll decide whether to kill you or not.

Long-browed man watched with a half-smile, neither stopping nor following.

The clinic before him was filled with a cacophony of auras, some as lofty as the heavens, others as deep as the netherworld. There was righteous energy, Buddhist energy, Taoist energy, sword energy, ghostly energy, demonic energy, and divine energy, some of which even he himself was unsure of.

Only by standing right in front of it can one feel that terrifying aura that stirs up the heavens and earth.

Therefore, even a powerful figure like this behind-the-scenes boss dared not step inside; who knows what outrageous things might be inside.

Take, for example, the old Taoist priest in front of us who is retreating. Although he is not very strong, he has a good realm and carries a trace of natural power and a bit of the aura of the Yellow Heaven.

The key point is that he has an excellent character and seems to have some powerful trump cards up his sleeve.

Just as Master Mao was about to retreat into the inner hall, a clear voice came from the doorway:

"Master, take a look at this thing."

The Taoist priest felt as if he had heard heavenly music. He turned his head and saw Xu Xuan standing in front of the door in a green robe, with a familiar gentle smile on his face.

He was playing with a paper butterfly in his hand; it was the emergency communication tool of Baoan Hall.

Master Xu has arrived!
My heart finally relaxed, and I could prepare to activate the fifth emergency plan.

Xu Xuan nodded slightly to him: "Daoist, go and prepare some ritual implements, we might have to fight." His words were quite straightforward.

Master Mao quickly retreated into the back hall. He knew that staying there would only be a burden. His immediate priority was to activate the defensive formation of Baoan Hall and notify Xiaoqing and the others.

The various messages were relayed in one go, and then they began to retrieve the sword. Inside the quiet room, wisps of smoke curled upwards.

Master Mao stood solemnly before the incense table. The three ancient swords enshrined on it gleamed with a cold, eerie light in the candlelight—shining without form, casting shadows without substance, their blades sharp and unsharpened. The three swords stood side by side, seemingly connected to this world in some mysterious and profound way.

"The three swords conceal the secrets of heaven, and should not be used lightly..." he murmured softly, his fingertips gently tracing the ancient inscriptions on the sword box.

He always respected divine weapons, believing that such wondrous objects of heaven and earth possessed their own spirit, and that arbitrarily using them would only disrupt the natural order.

But today is different—the Long-Browed Immortal has come to Qiantang in person. Although Master Xu is strong, the outcome of the battle against this ancient monster is uncertain.

He took a deep breath, formed hand seals, and chanted the "Shangqing Lingbao Secret Mantra." The candlelight in the quiet room suddenly surged, and the blue smoke condensed into runes that surrounded the three swords.

It seemed as if he could unleash a devastating sword strike at any moment.

And the outside world.

Xu Xuan was carefully examining the 'guest' in front of him.

The Long-Browed Immortal's appearance was quite different from before—he lacked soaring sword energy and intimidating aura, instead resembling an ordinary old man. But the more so, the more terrifying he appeared.

"Since you've come from afar, why are you blocking the entrance of the pharmacy and affecting our business? Why don't we find another place to talk?" Mr. Xu said with a smile, but in his heart, a storm was brewing.

How did this old devil find his way to Qiantang? A flash of inspiration struck him, and he began to gather all sorts of information.

The man with the long eyebrows lingered for a moment on the Baoan Hall behind him: "When in Rome, do as the host does."

The Father finally heard the first piece of good news.

You said you'd go with the flow when you're a guest, so don't blame me.

"Ahem, we have a custom in Qiantang: when we meet a good friend, we go boating on West Lake," someone suggested, while secretly sensing the direction of West Lake.

Although Miss Bai is currently in seclusion, if the battlefield could be lured there...
Long Eyebrow stood still, calculating with his hands, then his expression froze. Suddenly, his left eyebrow fell out, as if it had been chopped off with a knife.

Xu Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling the Great Six Ren method of Shu Mountain.
"Oh dear, I forgot that West Lake is crowded today. How about we go sit at the Jintian Academy next door? It's a place of great learning and culture."

Long Eyebrow remained motionless, his hands calculating, and his right eyebrow also fell off and turned to ashes.

The two villains, straddling the line between good and evil, fell silent simultaneously.

It must be said that the Shushan sect's ability to divine the secrets of heaven is indeed very strong.

Long-browed man cursed inwardly: You young man are truly despicable, starting with a killing move.

Although Xu Xuan was somewhat disappointed, he still received a second piece of good news. As expected of an old monster who had manipulated both the righteous and demonic paths for thousands of years, he was indeed cautious, and the one who came was actually an avatar.

With a flick of the fingertip, an invisible wave spread in all directions.

The remaining thirty-six plans have been suspended. Let's see what tricks this old man will pull.

"In that case," Xu Xuan reached out and took the Golden Crocodile Sword Pill from the table, saying, "How about Wangjiang Tower? The Dragon Boat Festival is approaching, it's a good time to try the newly made zongzi."

This time, Long Eyebrows finally nodded: "Good."

The two left Baoan Hall one after the other.

The private rooms on the third floor of Wangjiang Tower offer a panoramic view of the Qiantang River. With the Dragon Boat Festival approaching, dragon boats have already begun rehearsals on the river, and the banks are bustling with crowds, creating a lively atmosphere.

They sat facing each other, one upright and the other wicked, with newly brewed realgar wine and several delicate side dishes on the table. On the surface, they looked like two close friends of different ages enjoying drinks and conversation.

(End of this chapter)