Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 822 Charge! charge!
As the five youthful sword lights flew into the demon array, Li Yingqi revealed a bright and flamboyant smile.

Anyone who thinks about what will happen next can't help but grin from ear to ear.

Master, please don't be offended.

Solo charges are a thing of the past; your disciple has another brilliant plan.

That means forming a group!

Now, it's our time!

With a flick of her arm, the sword's blade turned slightly, instantly taking shape—

"Purple and Azure Piercing the Sun, Breaking Through the Great Calamity!"

Yu Yingnan sighed helplessly, but still cooperated and continued:

"The Southern Ming dynasty burned its heart to sever karmic ties."

Yan Renying immediately straightened her back and spoke in a booming voice:

"The Milky Way hangs upside down, washing away demonic blood!"

Qi Lingyun pointed his sword at the sky, and coldly continued:

"The Azure Qi stirs up madness across the land."

Qi Jinchan's voice cracked with excitement:

"The most! Fiery! Mandarin Ducks!"

Under Li Yingqi's "kind" gaze, everyone, whether they liked it or not, sang the last line in unison:
"Teach him! The evil spirit! Fears! The sword immortal!"

"boom--!"

Five swords rang out in unison, their poetic chants shaking the heavens!
It can only be said that Li Yingqi followed the right person in his life - not only did he learn a lot of skills, but with the help of Yu Yingnan, a top student, he managed to create an exclusive "combination poem" for the Shushan swordsmen!
The purple and cyan sword energy crisscrossed, causing demons to fall like waves of wheat wherever it passed; the Southern Bright Fire flickered erratically, burning the demon souls until they screamed in agony; the Milky Way sword light cascaded like a waterfall, carving out patches of vacuum; the hurricane stirred up by the Azure Qi swept up the cunning sword energy of the Thunderclap Mandarin Duck Swords, specifically targeting the vital points of great demons—

This isn't demon slaying; it's clearly mowing down enemies like Musou!

Li Yingqi fought with increasing ferocity, secretly pleased with himself: "As expected, teaming up to kill monsters is more efficient! The main thing is that the momentum is also strong, perfectly overshadowing the commotion from Master's side."

On the battlefield, the group fought with increasing ferocity. Yu Yingnan's swordsmanship was steady, each strike precisely hitting the nodes of demonic energy; Yan Renying's attacks were wide and sweeping, specifically targeting densely packed areas; the Qi siblings cooperated seamlessly, one controlling the battlefield and the other finishing off the enemies.
Any one of these five could be a protagonist-level character capable of writing their own story.

Now that they have been born out of necessity and are blessed with good fortune, even top-tier big shots would have to think twice before joining forces, let alone these small fry and demons.
"Take action!"

Finally, under Li Yingqi's command, they jointly executed a combined ultimate attack.

The five colorful, multicolored, poisonous soft red pebbles were unleashed using sword control techniques, their power amplified.

Countless demon souls were driven to despair by this move, crying out in despair. Who would have thought that these human brats would use such an ancient style of attack? It's so damn retro!

Below, on the imperial carriage, the three wonders stared in disbelief—what a genuine sword immortal combination from Baoan Hall!
Emphasizing orthodoxy is not meant as mockery, but rather as an expression of appreciation.

The three exchanged glances, and an atmosphere of competitive spirit, where "we absolutely cannot lose," immediately filled the air.

Zao smiled mysteriously, then suddenly pulled a delicate bronze chariot from his robes and tossed it onto the lake.

"Wow!"

The small cart grew longer when it encountered the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into an ancient war chariot!
Although the vehicle was covered with sword and knife scars, it exuded a fierce aura of a bloody battlefield, floating steadily on the turbulent lake.

Xu Xuan, who was gathering his strength, couldn't help but glance sideways: "This isn't for official business."

Good heavens, this usually well-behaved apprentice actually has such a hidden skill?

Zao scratched his head sheepishly, then straightened up, drew his Zhanlu sword, and stood in the center of the chariot.

The sword's blade shimmered with a clear light, reflecting off the bronze chariot.

Even more surprisingly...
With his back to Xu Xuan, Ning Caichen suddenly pulled a colorful ancient zither from thin air. He sat cross-legged behind the chariot, holding the zither, and gently stroked the strings with his ten fingers, brewing a war-torn melody.

"Zheng——"

Before the music even began, the killing intent was already palpable!
Xu Xuan glanced at the familiar guqin again and sighed, "Professor Shi really trusted you enough to bring the guqin out again?"

Then he turned his gaze to Ji Rui.

You always insist on doing something even when you have nothing to do. Don't you want to be a little ruthless in situations like this?
Ji Rui lowered his head in shame—this time he really wasn't prepared!
The chariot belonged to Yu Gong, and the guqin belonged to Professor Shi. These two scoundrels actually secretly sought outside help; they really kept their mouths shut.

"Me, me."

Suddenly, an idea struck him!
"Have it!"

Ji Rui then pulled the pure white Confucian-style spirit beast from the void and began a spectacular feat that would go down in history—

"Deer, go pull the cart!"

Bai Lu: "???"

Although this bronze chariot was already imbued with spirit, could not sink in water, and could be driven on its own, it would be difficult to use a Confucian-style spirit beast to pull it.
This buff has to be stacked to the maximum?!
The white deer stared wide-eyed in grief and indignation, as if to say, "Human, you are not human!"

But in the end, it obediently grew larger and willingly mounted the frame.

"Om-"

In an instant, the blue light flowed, as if they had truly merged into one.

"drive--!"

With Ji Rui's clear shout, the charge of the three geniuses of the academy officially began!

Before the bronze chariot, the white deer's hooves created clouds, and when the chariot bells rang, the phantoms of seventy-two sages appeared, chanting in unison: "As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement!" The sound was like a tidal wave, shaking the demonic clouds into dissipation.

As the wheel turned, three hundred poems from the Book of Songs transformed into bluebirds, fluttering and circling the chariot three times. With each flap of their wings, a golden character fell, exploding with righteous energy on the lake's surface.

Ning Caichen's fingers plucked the ancient zither, producing a resounding melody that echoed the long-lost music of the Holy Emperor. Wherever the music passed, turbid waves turned into clear waters, and malevolent atmosphere transformed into auspicious clouds.

Zao, wielding Zhanlu sword, stood at the head of the carriage, the blade reflecting the countless bluebirds in the sky, creating a strange resonance with the aura of his two classmates behind him—

The Three Powers are positioned! The Three Wonders set out!
Wherever the chariot passed, a golden path automatically parted the lake. Before the charging demons could even get close, they were reduced to ashes by the righteous energy!
The three of them, suddenly inspired, began to clap along to the Emperor's music. A gentle breeze poured down from the summit of Mount Jiuyi, carrying the clear sound of dew on the bamboo of Cangwu—sometimes transforming into a soft caress, brushing against the fragrant herbs along the Miluo River; then suddenly turning into a forceful tear, churning up the turbid waves of Dongting Lake for eight hundred miles.

The bronze chariot, engraved with fragments of the Book of Rites, trembled on its own in the wind.
The bicycle bells jingled, fading the lingering notes of the "Shao" music; the spokes of the wheels crushed the mournful tune of "Shu Li"; even the mottled axe marks began to sing the ancient melody of "Nan Feng Ge"!
Look! Where the south wind passes—decaying grass transforms into fireflies, carrying fragments of the Analects as they flutter about;

Turbid waves congeal jade-like stones, inscribed with the words "The world belongs to all" rising and falling;

On the shaft of the chariot, clusters of inner fire are spreading along the lines of Mencius.

Burn the entire Yunmeng Marsh into a crystal-clear daytime!

Sanqi has stopped reciting poetry and started singing!

Wherever the chariot passed, the demons retreated, and the chariot charged straight towards the Flood God deep within.

Monsters, humans are coming to kill you.

Xu Xuan, who was still gathering his strength, felt a little tired and looked at Yan Chixia and Master Mao, "You're not coming too, are you?"

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Master Mao stepped forward first, carrying the three divine swords on his back, riding the waves, and chanted aloud:
"His sleeves conceal the flames of calamity, his brows reveal the darkness of the underworld."

As his Taoist robe billowed, the divine book flew out from his sleeve, exploding into countless bolts of lightning!

"The nine-section staff trembles with stars, the three talismans startle ghosts and gods."

The staff was slammed onto the lake, and the Taoist stars were reflected in the water, while the talismans transformed into dragon and phoenix symbols that danced in the air!
"I once heard the purple aura at Hangu Pass, and I also raised the blue banner in the chaos of the world."

The purple aura talisman at his waist spontaneously combusted without wind, and behind him, a phantom image of Lao Tzu riding an ox through Hangu Pass appeared!

"If you ask what immortality is like, it's like a blazing sun crushing away scriptures!"

With the final shout, three divine swords were simultaneously drawn from his sheath, like three suns soaring into the sky!

Yan Chixia laughed and continued:
"The sword's roar and the dragon's cry startle the demons; the talisman's flight and the phoenix's dance shatter the gloom."

Sword light shot into the sky, and a phantom of a real dragon hovered around it!
"A pot of turbid wine to dispel my pent-up feelings, and boundless heroic spirit to dispel my evil intentions."

He poured the wine gourd into his mouth, and the spray of wine mist transformed into countless demon-subduing talismans!
"I have traversed the deepest hells to punish evildoers, and I have also descended to the mortal world to save the sorrowful."

The yin-yang symbol unfolds beneath his feet, and the phantom image of Lanruo Temple appears behind him!
"Where can you find traces of immortals and heroes? A crimson glow pierces the sun as the swallows return!"

Finally, the sword pointed to the sky, and a crimson sword rainbow pierced through heaven and earth, tearing its own name out from the demonic clouds!

"Fine, fine, fine," Xu Xuan laughed, "I've been gathering my strength here for so long, and you guys are all quite well-equipped."

These bastards are definitely in cahoots! They're teaming up to suppress the leader's limelight, aren't they?

Amidst the jubilation of poems and flashing swords, only the monk Qingyou stood still like a statue.

From the moment he stepped into Yunmengze, he stared intently at the eighteen scarlet demonic eyes behind Yun Zhongjun, as if he had fallen into some kind of meditation—or perhaps he was a player who had disconnected from the game.

Bai Suzhen remained composed, starlight swirling as she gently raised her hand.

The giant serpent phantom coiled in the sky confronted her across the distance, their intertwined auras causing the space itself to distort.

“Since that’s the case,” Xu Xuan twisted his neck, his smile beneath the bronze mask gradually turning ferocious, “let me give Yun Zhongjun a hard time first.”

He suddenly became very curious—

This arrogant demon god watched as the people of Baoan Hall recited poems and sang verses while slaughtering his demon army like vegetables.
Are we panicking or not?
Yun Zhongjun stood atop the blood-red waves, his eyes showing no fear.

With boundless magical power and the ability to wield the laws of the Great Dao at will, He was indeed invincible in this Yunmeng Marsh.

But as He gazed at the absurd scene before him, He was somewhat dazed.

The last time I chased after Xu Xuan, that guy was reciting poetry while fleeing for his life, which I found laughable at the time.

It turns out I misunderstood him.

These mortal cultivators are inherently mad!
What He found even more incomprehensible was that these cultivators were clearly facing billions of ancient demon souls, a torrent of resentment powerful enough to exhaust even a true immortal.
They actually dared to charge in the opposite direction?!
"Just to give Xu Xuan a chance to face me?" Yun Zhongjun looked at the suddenly empty battlefield.

That's right.

At this moment, there was nothing between Xu Xuan and Yun Zhongjun!
There were no demonic spirits to obstruct the way, no arrays to conceal it, and even the wind and rain stopped.

Only two figures stood facing each other across the blood-red lake.

so.
Xu Xuan abandoned the Great Vajra Divine Power he had originally intended to use.

With everyone unleashing their ultimate moves, it's time to raise my own standards a bit.

Give that old man sitting on the clouds a little bit of the shock of the new era.

Let them remember that this is how cultivation is done in the human world now!
Purity, purity, equality, and perfection—Buddha's light shines throughout the heart of crystal, and the Pure Land is bestowed upon one.

Unclear, inverted, presumptuous, and evil deeds—misfortune and karmic obstacles abound.

Greed, anger, ignorance, pride, and doubt—the five poisons intertwine; impurity, evil views, and ignorance—the three obstacles boil over!
The crimson flames of karma and the pure light of the white lotus collided fiercely in Xu Xuan's palm, and the chanting of Brahma and the howling of demons resounded through the sky at the same time!
With his hands suddenly pulled apart, a four-colored beam of light burst forth, piercing through the heavens and earth!

As dark as eternal night, obliterating all things.

Golden light, like Buddha's radiance, shines in all directions.

Red as karmic fire, burning away all sins.

Whiter than a pure lotus, cleansing the world.
A deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were splitting apart, resounded above Yunmengze, even tearing the void with spiderweb-like cracks!
"Yun! Zhong! Jun!"

Xu Xuan shattered nine layers of waves with one step, and four-colored beams of light crashed down like a sword of divine punishment—

"Die!"

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(End of this chapter)