Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 66 Tactical Timeout
The teachers of the prestigious academy no longer preached principles, but rather emphasized force.

Since they have entered the Dao, they are no longer mortals and can be killed.

"Death, evil monk!"

Wind blows.

Clang!
The Seven Stars Big Dipper Sword is drawn.

The strong winds blew Prince Wang and other ordinary people away from the battlefield.

Xu Xuan instantly stepped through the crowd on the air currents and saw the Tibetan monk's somewhat surprised look. Perhaps the other party did not expect that there were two Daoist cultivators in this small courtyard.

A cold glint pierced the heart, and a powerful, heavy slash came down.

Xu Xuan's swordsmanship was poor, and there was no teacher in the academy who could teach him.

Therefore, this sword strike was crude and not a special skill; it was just a way to cut people by relying on the sharpness of the divine weapon.

The longsword, imbued with magical power, gleamed with a golden light and, combined with the deadly intent of the Big Dipper, became exceptionally powerful.

At the same time, Xiaoqing threw another punch. A blue aura enveloped her fist, and scales faintly shimmered beneath her skin. The air was pushed aside, and the force was so strong that it was terrifying. This was the strongest punch in her human form.

The two coordinated perfectly, their punches and sword strikes hitting the golden barrier almost simultaneously.

clang!
It shattered into dust after a brief, arduous struggle.

The residual force had not yet dissipated; the sword energy and fist wind continued to advance, engulfing the Tibetan monk and subjecting him to constant impact and slashing.

In an instant, the demonic monk was driven out of the courtyard.

Blood and tattered red fabric fragments flew everywhere.

Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing chased after them outside and continued to kill them.

The tactics have already been discussed before; if we encounter a strong enemy, we should kill them on the spot.

However, the Tibetan monk realized at this moment that if he didn't use his ultimate move, he would be doomed.

He truly never imagined that such a despicable creature could exist.

Originally, he only wanted to use the young master of the Wang family to cultivate, so he spared his life. As a result, someone came up and beat him to death.

Even just announcing your arrival, saying a few words, and then, if things don't go well, discussing philosophy.

Even a foreign monk like myself knows the procedures, so how can these Central Plains practitioners be so shameless?

Even Buddha could endure it, but he couldn't.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and, ignoring the injuries to his soul, fought desperately.

"Om, Arabhajana, Di!"

This is the mantra of Manjushri Bodhisattva, which can temporarily enhance wisdom and spiritual practice.

He was severely injured in just a brief exchange and had to activate a life-saving spell.

He then took out two magical artifacts that he had obtained with great difficulty from his bosom.

He held a vajra bell in his left hand, shaking it with the mouth facing down. The sound was clear and melodious, penetrating the soul and seemingly leading people into a state of thoughtlessness.

He had just raised his right vajra when he swung it at the two of them, unleashing a powerful and invincible force.

The sound of the bell was pierced by the clang of the Seven Stars Big Dipper Sword. How could one not be moved by such a strong emotion of sacrificing oneself for righteousness?

However, the Vajra Force is quite formidable.

In Esoteric Buddhism, the vajra is used as a ritual implement, symbolizing the subjugation of demons, the severing of afflictions, and the attainment of firm and sharp wisdom.

Wisdom or power capable of destroying all troubles and obstacles.

Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing had no way to directly counter the magical artifacts; they could only rely on their own magical power and demonic power to resist them.

The two forces clashed in the air, and the Tibetan monk coughed up blood again.

The tactical duo were also shaken back into the yard.

Xiaoqing directly withstood this force with her demonic body, and incidentally helped Xu Xuan neutralize the impact of the Vajra Force.

There was an awkward moment after just one round of fighting.

They looked at each other and realized that they didn't seem to have any special tricks up their sleeves.

In terms of skill level, the three are about the same.

However, they really can't compare in terms of equipment.

Xu Xuan was even more envious. How could this demonic monk wield two magical artifacts at once? It was too despicable.

Senior Brother Ruoxu is right; a suitable magic weapon can indeed change the course of a battle.

Continuing the fight might kill the enemy, but that would not be a simple confrontation, but a prolonged and protracted battle, potentially causing casualties among ordinary people.

What the wise do not take, therefore
"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, so let him live for now."

Then he turned around and grabbed the somewhat dizzy young master Wang, placing him in front of the two of them.

He continued speaking as if nothing had just happened.

"Young Master Wang, you have just violated the laws of Jin. Do you know your crime?" The ordinary people present were so dizzy from the strong wind that they did not see the brief exchange just now. When they came to their senses, they saw that Young Master Wang had been arrested and was being questioned.

How can this be good?

The Tibetan monk coughed up another mouthful of blood.

Standing outside the wall, his chest heaved, the ritual implement in his hand creaked, and the anger in his heart was about to overwhelm his reason.

Looking down, he saw that his body was covered in bruises and several sword wounds.

The two adulterers stood in the courtyard as if nothing had happened; it was simply... simply...
This person deserves to go to hell and suffer endless torment.

The Tibetan monks even hated themselves for practicing for so many years, and avoiding verbal offenses had become second nature to them.

For a moment, he couldn't find any more vicious words to insult the other party, so he could only stare fiercely inside.

Now that everyone is watching, it's inconvenient for me to use some of my methods.

"Humph!!!"

He could only put away the magical artifact in his hand and begin to straighten his robes.

Hmm. The more I tidy up, the angrier I get.

Young Master Wang was extremely flustered at this moment.

How did I end up in this person's hands in the blink of an eye, with a sword in his hand?

Tenzin Rinpoche promised to protect me in secret, but he hasn't shown up yet.

"You, you, you mustn't do anything reckless! I belong to the Wang family!"

"There's no need to listen to those threatening sentences," Xu Xuan said coldly.

"I am Qiao Feng's teacher and an instructor at the academy. Have you ever heard of repaying injustice with justice? Have you ever read the Gongyang Commentary?"

Young Master Wang's legs were a little weak; this was a difficult question to answer.

At this moment, Tenzin Rinpoche, having barely managed to straighten his clothes, walked in and said with a heart full of resentment.

"I have heard that the Central Plains is a land of high moral character and etiquette, but why do I see no manners at all today?"

“The eldest daughter of the Shi family has already been betrothed to the young master Wang, and the betrothal ceremony has already been completed.”

Does this mean that academies can disregard basic human ethics and moral principles?

Instead of debating scriptures, they engage in verbal sparring?

This wicked monk has clearly gone down the wrong path.

Xu Xuan gave a clearly contemptuous smile.

“It’s understandable that barbarians from beyond the borders don’t understand the etiquette of the Central Plains. But, you demonic monk, you shouldn’t be talking about etiquette if you can’t even dress properly. It’s really impolite.”

Tenzin began to exhale forcefully.

This scoundrel is truly unworthy of being called human; I shall kill him.

The situation is at a standstill.

The Tibetan monks were watching intently, Xu Xuan was aggressive, the young master Wang was trembling with fear, and the onlookers were completely bewildered.

The scholar, Shi, lay on the chair, seemingly unconscious, sweating profusely. He was internally screaming, "What am I going to do? How did we end up fighting like this?"

Little did Xu Xuan know that he had the situation under complete control, so he decided to continue to win people over with virtue.

"Ahem, things always need to be resolved, so why don't we..."

Squeak~~~
The door opens.

Liancheng and Gu Erlang helped Qiao Feng out.

He started stealing the spotlight under everyone's gaze.

The childhood sweethearts exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with unspoken tenderness.

“Teacher Xu, Liancheng and I are grateful to the academy and to you for everything you have done for your students.”

"That day you said that benevolence is loving others, which made me, a person who prides myself on being benevolent and righteous, feel ashamed."

"I, Qiao Feng, have spent my whole life studying the classics of the ancients, thinking I have a clear understanding of the world, but who would have thought that I am still a frog in a well."

If I were to say whether I regret it or not

His tone was low, and his entire being seemed to have hit rock bottom.

Xu Xuan frowned. After all that effort, was the child ruined?
Then a glimmer of light rekindled in the man's eyes.

His posture was upright, and his lofty ambitions, which had been brewing in his heart, burst forth in an instant.

He said it word by word.

"No! I! Regret!"

(End of this chapter)