Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 690 A Body Full of Hacks

Looking up, one sees a hazy white figure standing amidst a radiant halo of Buddha's light. A majestic lotus platform with thirty-six petals rotates beneath her feet, yet the edges of the petals reflect the suffering of all beings. The white robe she wears is not embroidered with Sanskrit, but with the words "The Western Paradise's Nirvana."

"I am..."

Before he could finish speaking, the white figure casually swung his arm.

The movement was as graceful as brushing a fallen flower off a shoulder, yet it brought about a cataclysmic upheaval—

"Crack!"

Its spine, comparable to black iron, snapped instantly, and the Dragon Bone Sword, meticulously forged for three hundred years, shattered into ice shards on the spot. Most terrifyingly, the swastika seal that appeared on the opponent's palm pierced through its scales, extracting half of its life essence accumulated over hundreds of years and storing it in a jade bottle that it conjured at will.

"Grafting incantation, begin."

The White Lotus Saintess lightly flicked her finger, and countless golden threads were drawn from the Demon King's seven orifices. That was the innate fortune it was so proud of, but now it was easily stripped off like a wedding dress, and woven into a decorative bracelet on the Demon King's wrist.

As the young demon king desperately transformed into a blood-red rainbow and fled, he heard an intrigued whisper behind him:

"I remember there's a Dragon Palace on Dongting Lake, you can go and try."

It was as if it were just a promising experimental seedling, and it was too early to harvest it.

Xiao Qing's pupils dilated in shock as she looked at the screen.

This was the first time she had ever seen the legendary White Lotus Mother. Even in this illusory world of cause and effect, she could feel how arrogant and domineering her actions were in altering the fates of others.

“This is no saintly figure…” Xiaoqing murmured, “Xu Xuan is much better.”

The demon king, who escaped with his life, became obsessed with transforming into a dragon; he wanted to become stronger!
The extracted essence burned in the wound, and the stripped fortune left it without its former glory. Yet the untamed spirit deep within its bloodline burned ever hotter—staring at the surging waves of Dongting Lake, its dragon eyes reflected the barely perceptible vortex of spiritual energy beneath the tangerine tree.

"Transform into a dragon...I must transform into a dragon..."

It shattered three of its natal fangs to gain a moment of demonic power, then burrowed into a crack in the tree roots.

Suddenly, the branches of the tangerine tree began to move without wind, and the tangerines that had not fallen for a thousand years burst open, the splattered juice carrying a rusty, bloody odor.

And then that was it. A huge black curtain descended, and he died.

Xiaoqing seemed to be able to see the loser trapped in endless darkness through the illusory images.

The once spirited demon king was no longer recognizable. His body swelled, collapsed, and reformed, like a lump of rotting flesh torn apart by countless wills, sometimes revealing a ferocious dragon head, sometimes extending deformed claws, but never able to stabilize and take shape.

This is a dragon that failed to evolve.

It is no longer what it used to be.

It was nothing more than a monster driven by instinct, wandering deep within the secret realm, devouring all intruders, and trying to mend its broken dragon form from their flesh and blood.

Despite his extraordinary talent and destiny, he ultimately perished in the secret realm.

The path to becoming a dragon is inherently defying the heavens.

For an ordinary monster to cultivate for a thousand years and become a dragon is already a stroke of luck; but to become a true dragon requires the right time, the right place, the right bloodline, and the right fortune.

Even so, countless powerful demons still bravely risked their lives for a sliver of hope to transcend the mortal realm.

Xiaoqing slowly exhaled, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

She wasn't afraid of death, but she was afraid of becoming like that—losing herself and turning into a monster.

"The path to becoming a dragon is indeed perilous..." he murmured to himself, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the twin swords at his waist.

But the next moment, his eyes regained their firmness.

So what if it's dangerous?
Xiaoqing has never been one to back down!

Let's first assess the strength of this senior demon.

"Zheng——"

The moment Gan Jiang's sword struck Long Nie's back, it exploded with blinding sparks. A sharp pain shot through his hand, and the blade vibrated violently from the impact.

Only a white mark was left on the jet-black scales, not even a tiny bit was cut in!

"Such tough skin!" The dragon spun back, its seven claws crashing down. The bluestone ground was torn apart like tofu, and the flying pebbles were pulverized by the claw wind in mid-air.

Suddenly, the dragon's rotting eye sockets turned towards her.

Where there should have been two lumps of rotting flesh, they began to writhe wildly, and two deformed eyeballs formed from the proliferation of flesh—the pupils reflecting the shimmering white light surrounding Xiaoqing.

The Virgin Mary?!
"Roar—!!" The dragon demon let out a heart-wrenching roar, its rotting vocal cords vibrating out visible sound waves. It had completely gone mad, utterly disregarding the fleeing tortoise, and all its claws, bone spurs, and even the bloody whiskers sprouting from the gaps in its scales were used to strangle and kill Xiao Qing!

"Yuan Gui!"

The azure sword light surged like a reversed Milky Way, instantly freezing the dragon demon into an ice sculpture with the essence of Gui water, while the power of the Great Yin Magnetic Force tore countless cracks through its body. But before Xiao Qing could even catch her breath, a teeth-grinding "crunch" sound emanated from the ice—

boom!
The dragon emerged from the ice, and what dripped from its rotting flesh was no longer blood but a viscous black liquid. The wounds torn by the magnetic force were visibly sprouting new flesh, which intertwined and healed.

"Moxie!"

Xiaoqing held nothing back; the instant their swords clashed, red and blue sword rainbows intertwined into a spiral pillar of light. Gan Jiang's blazing demonic energy and Mo Xie's extreme cold sword intent merged perfectly, creating fine cracks even in space itself!
"Pfft! Pfft!"

The dragon's body was torn open with dozens of transparent holes, and its left forepaw was severed at the root. But the monster seemed to feel no pain; the black fluid spurting from its wounds turned into small snakes as soon as it hit the ground, hissing and lunging to bite.

The battle has reached a fever pitch!
Two figures, one in green and one in black, clashed violently in the secret realm, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.
The dragon pillar, which would take ten people to encircle, was broken in half by the impact, and strange black flames ignited at the broken surface.

The dome inlaid with luminous pearls collapsed completely, and what fell was not bricks and stones, but solidified dragon blood crystals.

"clang!"

After another all-out battle, Xiaoqing used the momentum to leap onto the broken palace beam.

The dragon below is undergoing a dramatic transformation—glistening bone spurs emerge from the rotting flesh, star-patterned dragon scales grow from its severed claws, and even its deformed, fleshy eyes begin to shimmer with the light of the Big Dipper.

How could it be a mindless monster? It is clearly awakening the unparalleled demon king powers that it possessed when it roamed the Northern Region!
“Old man…” Xiaoqing wiped away the blood seeping from her brow bone, the taste of rust lingering between her teeth, “Even in death, he’s still so troublesome.”

I have to admit that after taking advantage of the enemy's stupidity at the beginning, the opponent became stronger and stronger as the fight went on, and I ended up getting completely crushed in the later stages.

How embarrassing! I said I'd weigh the other person, but I ended up being weighed myself.

Fortunately, there are no outsiders present, otherwise, what would become of Little Green King's dignity?!
She has already begun to consider using some other tactics, such as the most ingenious one of the Thirty-Six Stratagems.

Just then, thick fog swept into the ruins of the Dragon Palace like a tidal wave.

Where the figure in the mist passed by, his dark robes billowed, even the falling rubble seemed to freeze in mid-air. He shook his head as he looked at Xiaoqing's disheveled state through the mist, but his voice carried a hint of amusement: "This is truly unexpected. No wonder I had such a strong feeling."

Xu Xuan, who was in the ancient Yunmeng, never expected that Xiao Qing would accomplish such a dangerous thing as visualizing the white lotus by simply muttering to herself.

You should know that he almost died from looking at erotic pictures back then.

But it's good that this way I can help her a little and achieve a resonance by following the cause-and-effect connection.

Xiaoqing suddenly felt a violent tremor in her dantian, and Xu Xuan actually came out of her mind.

The Ganjiang sword suddenly flew out of his hand and towards the Dharma Image, where it was firmly grasped by his jade-like fingers.

"What the hell are you???"

The little monster was utterly shocked. "Is that guy surnamed Xu a pervert in my mind?"

The illusory Xu Xuan had no time for nonsense; Yun Zhongjun was still chasing after him. He hurriedly said, "Draw your sword."

Xiaoqing, struck by a sudden inspiration, grabbed the buzzing Moye with her other hand. In the instant the two swords clashed across the air, the demonic power reached a new peak.

At the same time, Xu Xuan drew the power of the vows and the true dragon energy bestowed upon him by the Dragon Lord of the Yangtze River onto his sword.

The tip of the sword condensed into a dazzling blade of light about an inch long—it seemed gentle, yet it caused the charging dragon to roar in terror!
The figure in the mist lightly pressed down on her sword-wielding hand, and the Dharma Image simultaneously swung Gan Jiang. The trajectory of the two swords combined was exquisitely perfect: Gan Jiang pried open the star patterns protecting the dragon's body, while Mo Xie pierced the soft scales on its lower jaw, and the true dragon's energy flowed along the swords into the monster's skull!

"Pfft!"

Black blood splattered three zhang high, but transformed into a sky full of starlight in mid-air. As the dragon demon crashed to the ground, its rotting body began to fade from black, gradually revealing the original jade scales of the Northern Demon King.

Little Lover activated his passive boosting feature; it's a bit underhanded, but it works!

The battle ended in just a few moves.

The true dragon energy of the Yangtze River Dragon King is a deadly weapon against the dragon foes; the power of their bloodline source is simply no match for it.

The little monster has a lot of powerful abilities but doesn't know how to use them; he's just too honest.

At the same time, Xu Xuan strongly suspected that the Lezi Dragon knew very well what was in the Dongting Dragon Palace.

If the gods and immortals disappeared, why weren't they taken with them?

Without having time to explain anything to Xiaoqing, he returned to the ancient Yunmeng to continue his escape.

(End of this chapter)