Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 707 Treating guests to dinner
"Ding Dong——"

A clear, crisp sound, like metal striking stone, like the lingering echo of an ancient bell, suddenly reverberated across the boiling battlefield.

That was the sound of the black jade clashing, the echo of an ancient covenant, the pact between humanity and heaven and earth!
In layman's terms, it means that with the heavens above and our ancestors above, it's time for our performance.

Clad in flowing red robes, Xu Xuan stood between the water and the sky, his aura connecting the past and the present.

He is both a mad Buddha-demon saint and a water vein walker appointed by the ancient saint emperors!
Countless streams of information descend from the sky and flow into the sea of ​​my heart.

“I see…” A golden light shimmered in the pupils beneath the mask.

Suddenly, the Yunmeng Marsh beneath his feet became transparent, and he saw the illusory images of the Huai River, the Han River, the Gan River, and countless other waterways rushing in from all directions!

Yunmengze? It's just a small corner of the world.

In a stroke of inspiration, a bronze vessel appeared out of thin air and fell into Xu Xuan's palm.

The four ancient and vigorous characters on the vessel, “黍稷非馨”, are hidden between the strokes, revealing dried bloodstains—a testament to the ancient people’s blood sacrifice to the heavens!
The vessel is filled with five-colored grains: wheat, heavy with the sediment of the Yellow River; beans, moistened by the night rain of Bashan; millet, radiating the frost of the moonlight over Zhouyuan; and sorghum, burning with the warmth of the bonfires of Chu.

And that handful of rice was throbbing vigorously in the basket, as vibrant as a heart!
With the bronze vessel in my bosom, five-colored radiance flowed from between my fingers.

That was not grain at all, but the spark of human civilization!
The local demons of Yunmengze could not tolerate such flames.

Looking around, one sees—

Ten thousand demons formed an impenetrable array, their demonic aura condensing into nine layers of mist, their miasma forming a thousand-foot curtain. Banners billowed, obscuring the stars, drums and horns boomed, shaking mountains and rivers. Ten thousand demons roared in unison, their cries like thunderclaps shaking the heavens and earth.

As the demonic clouds rolled, countless hideous faces appeared: there were blue-faced yakshas beating war drums made of human skin, there were monsters with human heads and snake bodies spewing poisonous smoke, and there were giant monsters as big as mountains wielding bone spears.

Xu Xuan was not surprised but delighted by the scene, his eyes gleaming: "Good! Good! Good!" He said "Good!" three times in a row, his black robes and red skirts fluttering without wind, and the sacrificial vessels in his sleeves jingling.

"Your stage setup is just right!"

It truly touched on Xu's favorite scene, making his blood boil.

Which young person hasn't dreamed of recreating the heroic spirit of armor gleaming in the sun and golden scales opening when dark clouds loom over the city and it seems about to crumble?

With a loud laugh, he embraced the bronze sacrificial vessel and ascended to the heavens in the steps of Yu. With each step, a golden lotus bloomed beneath his feet; with each second, the stars of the heavens appeared behind him; and after three steps, he stood above ten thousand demons, looking down upon them from his lofty position.

The wind howled, making my robes billow like battle flags.

He held the bronze vessel with one arm, and with the other hand, he formed a sword with his fingers, drawing a bloody line in the air, the sound like the grandest of bells:

"Xu Xuan of the human race came after pacifying Yunmeng."

With a single hand striking the bronze vessel, a resounding "clang" echoed through the heavens and earth, perfectly harmonizing with the ancient music of "Xianchi" below.

Five-colored grains flew up from the vessel in response, and rice, millet, sorghum, wheat, and beans fell like starlight onto Yunmeng.

Each grain of rice that touched the water's surface transformed into a golden inscription that floated into the air. Xu Xuan, stepping on the illusory image, shouted:

"When the primordial chaos was over and humanity first arose, our people braved hardships to open up the mountains and forests, and endured wind and rain to establish our homeland. Now, a water demon is rampaging, its turbid waves are towering, destroying our crops, swallowing our houses, and killing our children. This is truly a time of life and death!"

The figures of the ancient human race emerged from the sky, their hatred and beliefs undiminished.

clang!
“Observe those monstrous creatures: they take advantage of the turbid and murky atmosphere to bring disaster, and rely on the raging waves to display their evil. They may transform into dragons and pythons to overturn rivers, breaking dikes and destroying dams; or they may become turtles and alligators to dive into the abyss, capsizing boats and devouring people. They may even drive fish and shrimp as soldiers, and gather rotten grass as formations, turning fertile fields into marshes and causing white bones to fill the rivers and plains.”

The sound echoed across the land, causing all the demons to tremble.

Because they saw their own reflections in the waves, and the bloated corpses that had once piled up on the water's surface.

clang!
"We, the descendants, inherit the wisdom of the fire-making craft and the courage of the emperor: we shall cast bronze for weapons, carve wood for oars; we shall tie ropes for nets, and build earthen walls. The elders shall offer their strategies, the strong shall wield axes, women and children shall carry firewood, and kids shall beat drums. We vow to cleanse the nine rivers of their miasma and restore order to the three streams!"

Yun Zhongjun, his face deathly pale, retreated a hundred miles. The willows in the lake and the Bashe snake hissed in unison. This was because the shadows of the Three Sovereigns of antiquity flashed briefly among the many images.

Xu Xuan looked at the five grains in the bronze vessel, which were now half empty, and pondered for a moment.

He raised his arm again and slammed it down hard.

Old Shen, I'm so sorry!
clang!
"Any of my comrades who cut their hair or tattoos and use them in sacrifices shall be executed!"
clang!
"Anyone who secretly offers up a boy or girl shall be executed!"
clang!
"Anyone who secretly colludes with aquatic creatures to seek exemption shall be burned!"

clang!
"Only through bloody battles can peace be achieved."

The last grain of red rice in the bronze vessel dissipated, and the world fell into an eerie silence.

suddenly!

"Boom!"

A heartbeat came from the bottom of the lake.

Then came the second sound, the third sound… In the blink of an eye, the entire Yunmeng Marsh trembled rhythmically, as if a colossal beast had awakened. The scattered seeds of grain were taking root wildly deep within the mud!
"Crack!"

The first seed sprouted from the soil.

Clad in dragon-patterned leather armor, wielding a bronze axe, flames flickered in the empty sockets of his eyes, burning like fire from a raging inferno. Then—a second, a third…

Stone axe warriors emerged from the rocks, bone arrow archers appeared from the reeds, and shamans carrying pottery jars rose from the whirlpool...

They were the original warriors!

He once fought alongside the Yellow Emperor against Chiyou at Zhuolu, accompanied Yu the Great in carving the Longmen Gorge at Jishi, and followed Tang of Shang in defeating Jie of Xia at Mingtiao!
At this moment, these ancient war spirits were greedily gazing around, emitting a chilling "creaking" sound.

In his eyes was a ferocity more savage than any demon, a hatred more extreme than any other, and a hunger more primal than any other. The dark clouds were torn apart.

Sunlight poured down like golden nectar, illuminating the countless warriors scattered across the mountains and fields. Their clothes were tattered, their weapons broken, yet the ferocity in their eyes was more terrifying than any demon!

Xu Xuan now has countless human warriors behind him; he is no longer alone.

At this moment, the person was also feeling triumphant and extremely arrogant.

Without further ado, he pointed his sword at the trembling demon horde ahead.

"Everyone, dinner is served."

"Ow!!!"

A roar more terrifying than any demon resounded through the heavens!

"Humans, advance!!!"

The Yunmeng Marsh was in an uproar.

This is not a battle, but a clash of two obsessions—the battle spirit of the human race and the remnant soul of the demon race, tearing each other apart again in a blood feud that has lasted for thousands of years!
"kill!!!"

An ancient warrior clad in rhinoceros armor, his chest pierced by venomous fangs, grinned as he cleaved open the snake's skull with a stone axe, his mouth darting towards it to suck the scalding demon blood to replenish his strength, only to find his venom flowing into his throat.

His skin was corroding, his bones were dissolving, but the axe in his hand was chopping more and more fiercely, until the venom melted him into a skeleton standing with an axe, still mechanically hacking away!
On the other side, the remnant soul of a snake demon coiled around three stone spearmen, and the moment its body tightened—

"puff!"

Three spears simultaneously pierced the snake's eyes, their brains emerging from its skull! The warriors laughed wildly, letting the snake's fangs pierce their bellies, yet they still gripped the spear shafts tightly, pinning the enemy to the lakebed!

Blood rained from the sky.

It is not a drop of water, but a shattered soul.

The fighting spirit of the human race condensed into a crimson rain of fire, while the resentment of the demon race transformed into pitch-black hailstones. They collided and exploded in mid-air, each spark reflecting the ancient battlefield!

On the lake, a one-armed shaman was swallowing the soul of a dragon whole. His teeth were charred by the dragon's soul, and smoke was billowing from his throat, yet he still clung to it tightly, refusing to let go.

The dragon struggled and rolled, and seven bone knives suddenly emerged from the turbid waves it stirred up—these were warriors lurking at the bottom of the water, who chopped the dragon's corpse into mincemeat!
The starving war spirits are devouring the demon corpses.

They chewed up the dragon bones and sucked out its marrow, even cracking the bones like they were eating sunflower seeds.

This is the human race.

They may starve to the point of eating stones, or be wounded until only bones remain, but as soon as the war drums sound—their teeth will always be harder than the scales of demons!
Xu Xuan stood in the center of the battlefield, feeling somewhat idle.

The veterans are so brave! I feel so safe and secure.

Then, with a proud look on his face, he pointed at Yun Zhongjun, who was already restless in the sky.

"You're going to collect my corpse? I'll deal with you later."

After setting everything up, they waited for the other party to descend from the clouds to fight, but for some reason, the guy didn't come down.

If you don't want to come down, then don't come down.

I'm a little hungry myself.

He focused half his attention on Yun Zhongjun, then rushed towards Lingling.

Dozens of shamans dressed in crimson robes surrounded the ox-headed, tiger-striped demon, their bronze bells emitting a piercing, trembling sound. The bells, engraved with forbidden runes from the Classic of Mountains and Seas, left dark red trails of blood on the ground with the shamans' eerie dance.

A moment later, the bull's horns were bound by the blood ropes of the shamans. The ropes, soaked in the shaman's blood, were an eerie dark brown, and each knot was tied strictly in accordance with the "method of binding livestock" recorded in the "Spring Official of the Rites of Zhou".

The eldest shaman dipped his crippled index finger in the blood of the spirit and drew the character "囚" (prisoner) on the knot of the rope. The rope suddenly tightened, carving spiderweb-like cracks into the bronze ox horn.

Three inches from the horn of the rhinoceros, a bone needle was inserted into the Tian Shu acupoint. The bone needle, which shone with a bluish light, was clearly made from the leg bone of the Kui ox.

He truly deserves to be called a versatile talent from ancient times; he knew so much!

Mr. Xu enjoys the exhilarating feeling of fighting in groups, where there's no need to worry about chivalry or honor.

Taking advantage of his illness, the Great Vajra Palm, with its 108 moves, struck down, transforming the demon's soul into a fruit.

The illusory image of the green snake flashed by and swallowed the mark of Mount Kongsang.

Xu Xuan swallowed the fruit, which contained a thousand years of resentment, and refined it in an instant.

They were all remnants of demonic souls, which had slightly increased their cultivation level.

After the demon was beheaded, the shamans respectfully bowed to the great shaman who had just displayed his extremely domineering palm technique, and then disappeared into the world.

Xu stepped over the pile of withered bones and his figure swept westward like a ghost.

A series of low, guttural squeals came from afar, a foul stench filled the air, and six eerie golden beams pierced through the black mist—it was the ancient ferocious beast Heyu!

This creature resembles a giant pig, with its entire body covered in yellow hair that stands on end like steel needles. Six scarlet eyes are embedded in its ferocious pig face, each capable of shooting out a divine light that can pierce through metal and stone.

(End of this chapter)