Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 904 The Northern Calamity Begins
In Xin'an County, there once lived a family named Yu.

They were just an ordinary merchant family in the local area, not particularly virtuous or charitable, but not particularly wicked either, living a wealthy and peaceful life in this small town.

The Yu family has a daughter named Yu Cuicui.

Since birth, she has been treated like a precious gem by her parents, cherished and protected as she grew up.

Her world was simple and bright, filled with carefree laughter.

Even though a new tyrannical governor came to Xin'an County at that time, causing widespread suffering, the impact on wealthy families like them was not as direct and severe.

Or rather, her parents did their best to keep the anxieties and unease of the outside world out of her, never letting those shadows affect her in the slightest.

She still plays those innocent and childish games with her close girlfriends every day, weaving colorful dreams that belong to children.

Then, on a seemingly ordinary day, Yu Cuicui's small, warm world was completely and cruelly destroyed.

The weather was actually quite nice that day; it was sunny and bright.

Yingqi secretly ran away again to study the swordsmanship she was obsessed with, leaving only her parents at home.

A group of masked thugs dressed in black, exuding a menacing aura, broke down the gate of the Yu family's house without warning.

They killed anyone they saw, and the blood of the guards and servants stained the stone slabs in front of the courtyard.

The father yelled at her to run, while the mother knelt on the ground and begged, offering all her wealth to spare her child.

But what can a little girl who is barely a child and has been well protected do?

She could only watch helplessly as her parents fell into pools of blood, and as those cold blades were swung towards her loved ones.

Then I was roughly grabbed and stuffed into a sack.

Crying and screaming are useless; pleading will not save anyone.

Her small body was as insignificant as an ant in the face of that absolute power.

They were then taken to a cold, damp, and secluded room.

A strange-looking man, his body entangled in sinister talismans, used a hand similarly covered in talismans, cold as an iron clamp, to gouge out her eyes.

pain.

A pain that penetrates to the bone and tears at the soul.

It was a thousand times, ten thousand times more bitter and painful than any medicine she had ever tasted!
For a child, that extreme fear and the feeling of powerlessness to resist are like the most vicious curse, deeply etched into the depths of her soul.

She was too exhausted to cry when she was abandoned in the wilderness like trash.

Because every time you cry, the dried scabs and wounds at the corners of your eyes bring a new round of tearing pain.

She just convulsed helplessly in the cold mud, her hoarse throat opening to emit hoarse, incoherent gasps.

That was a final struggle driven by the instinct for survival.

At that time, she was like an abandoned, dying puppy, covered in mud and blood.

Heartache, grievance, helplessness, despair... and eternal darkness completely engulfed her.

Until it was discovered and taken back by Master Mao, who happened to be passing by.

She thought that with Jia Ning's execution, she would see the light again, embark on the path of cultivation, and gain power she had never dared to imagine before. She had also undergone the tempering of the Southern Ming Fire, burning away the shadows of the past, and her heart was now as firm as a rock, no longer troubled by the nightmares of the past.

But when the fairy butterfly quietly landed in her palm and imprinted the brief information it contained into her mind...

Yu Yingnan finally understood that some people and some things were never truly over.

The last three words of the message from Master Xu violently entered his soul, and even the profound Buddhist nature of the Nanming Fire could not touch them.

"Come and kill someone."

Suddenly, his pupils lit up in his eye sockets.

The fire of the Southern Ming dynasty burned away all the tears of weakness.

She made her choice.

Without using any magical power to protect herself, she leaped into the air, letting the biting wind from high above scrape her face like knives, trying to use the physical cold to calm her boiling blood and killing intent.

But... the wind fanned the flames.

The flames of revenge that had been suppressed within him for so long not only did not die out, but instead burned even more fiercely and wildly under the encouragement of the strong wind!
North wind, let's go!
If the will of the Nanming Li Huo Sword on Yu Yingnan's body is burning ever brighter and more intense, surging and turbulent, representing the blazing heat of purification and destruction.

Immediately following behind, a purple and blue sword aura, undisguised and a thousand times more ferocious and unrestrained, tore through the sky and caught up at an even faster speed!

Who is Li Yingqi?

She was the madman who, back in Xin'an County, dared to go alone with a sword to assassinate Jia Ning, relying only on a few sword skills learned from a third-rate martial arts school.

Born with a harbinger of misfortune, he further unleashed his ferocity after becoming a disciple of the ruthless Master Qing.

Even the tribulation of "entering the Dao" was achieved by sacrificing a fragment of Changmei's soul and the last remaining spiritual energy of Shushan.

In the most extreme and violent way, they forcibly started the bloody path of slaughter for the "Three Heroes and Two Clouds"!
Today, she happened to come to her good friend Yu Yingnan to "buy" some poems to decorate the storefront, and she happened to see that fairy butterfly, and she happened to... catch a glimpse of those three words.

Thus, the ferocious beast within him, which had been restrained for so long, broke free of its shackles, and its murderous aura erupted like a volcano!

Without hesitation, they followed.

Because she believed she was better at "murder" than Yingnan. What if her friend softened her heart?

Besides, it's not like the Jia family hasn't killed before.

I witnessed Jia Ning being strangled to death by my senior brother, so I wonder if I can get a share this time.

A streak of azure fire, as bright as ice flame, pierced the sky and crossed the rolling Yangtze River.

Dragon Lord slightly raised his eyelids and glanced at it.

"Nanming Fire... Hmm, the fire of Buddhism is mixed with such a strong aura of calamity. The style of those from Baoan Hall is indeed as distinctive as ever."

Before the words were finished, an even more arrogant and domineering purple and blue sword aura tore through the clouds and then swept across the river with a roar.

The Dragon King glanced at it a few more times, and a barely perceptible smile seemed to appear at the corner of his mouth.

He nodded in satisfaction.

"Mmm, this tastes purer."

Xu Bailian had only been crossing the river to the north for a few days when the north bank was already filled with murderous intent, heralding a bloodbath.

interesting.

The dragon's figure vanished silently from the bottom of the water, and the next moment it appeared at the mouth of the Han Canal where it flows into the Yangtze River.

He stood with his hands behind his back, ready to watch the "little show" that was about to unfold.

Meanwhile, within Gaoyou County, Xu Xuan and his servant, Shi Wang, had already quietly laid out their battlefield.

Since it's about revenge, it should be done thoroughly and without reservation.

Those trivial cleaning tasks should naturally be handled by him, the head of the hall, personally.

Suddenly, the calm surface of Gaoyou Lake began to ripple with strange waves, even without wind.

Wisps of water vapor, catalyzed by an invisible yet powerful force, began to detach from the lake surface, twisting and tumbling, spreading like living things towards the lake shore and the woodlands further away.

Water vapor rises wildly, not only from lakes and rivers, but also forcibly extracted from the moist earth and lush vegetation.

Almost instantly, an impenetrable white fog engulfed the entire area within dozens of miles of Gaoyou Lake.

The fog was chilling and bone-piercing, so thick that it felt as if you could scoop up a handful of water with your hand. It was mixed with the earthy smell of riverbed silt and the strange odor of rotting vegetation.

Ordinary water vapor has no power like this, but at this moment it has been pushed to its limit by some force, turning into a natural maze and a killing field.

In the blink of an eye, the surrounding area was a vast expanse of white, the distant mountains were lost, the nearby trees were blurred, and the visibility suddenly dropped to less than five steps.

The terrain in the mountains and forests is complex and fraught with danger. In such dense fog, it is extremely difficult not only to find a way but also to avoid getting lost. Once you go deep into the fog, it is not impossible to be trapped and die there.

Even more dangerous is the need to constantly guard against accidental injuries from "teammates".

The soldiers who had been advancing in formation immediately panicked. They had no choice but to put down their crossbows, which were no longer useful for aiming, and grip their swords, spears, and halberds tightly. They tightened their formation, stood guard in place, and dared not move again.

At this moment, they could only place their hopes on the "immortal masters" who were traveling with them.

I believe that these powerful and skilled individuals will surely find a way to resolve this sudden and strange fog.

However, the "immortal masters" on whom they placed their high hopes were now preoccupied with their own problems.

The art of creating fog is indeed considered a very basic spell in the cultivation world.

Whether they are disciples of righteous sects or wandering cultivators in the mountains, most of them have one or two tricks up their sleeves to conceal their tracks and deceive mortals.

But such a surging, turbulent fog, like a celestial river pouring down from above, is truly a rare sight.

It stretches endlessly, as thick and heavy as the sea. When a person is in it, not only can they not distinguish east from west, north from south, but even their own magical power seems to be suppressed and cannot spread far.

Not to mention any divination or predictive techniques; all divination arts fail here.

The evil cultivators, struggling to navigate through the thick fog, could only try to get closer to each other by relying on their general memories of directions. Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Several elders, confident in their high cultivation levels, feigned composure, pulling out various protective and offensive magical artifacts. They cautiously looked around, their bark barely concealing their fear as they shouted and cursed:
"Who are you, you scoundrel! Hiding your head and showing your tail! Daring to wade into the Jia family's muddy waters, are you tired of living?!"

"Even those great sects of cultivation would give way to the imperial dynasties of the mortal realm! You..."

This is because they have been mingling with power in the human world for too long, and have long forgotten the reverence they should have for heaven and earth and the unknown. They habitually bring out their powerful backers to intimidate people.

"Shut up, everyone! This is a strange, eerie aura... Be careful!"

The leader, Li Daoren, remained relatively calm. He quickly stopped his companions from shouting and simultaneously flicked several precious "Evil-Breaking and Clearing Light Talismans" with both hands. These talismans transformed into a soft yet resilient clear light, barely managing to create a clear space of several tens of feet in diameter within the thick fog.

Even with his vast experience and knowledge, he dared not make the slightest move in the face of this bizarre fog that was completely beyond his comprehension, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

Just then, the compass in his hand, which had been almost malfunctioning before, suddenly lit up with a blinding blood-red light without warning. After spinning wildly several times, it pointed firmly in one direction!
Immediately afterward, the monk Sewu's urgent and excited telepathic message, transmitted through the special connection of the compass, exploded directly in his mind:
"Master Li! Come quickly!!"

"Xia Ji's true form has been found!!!"

It's Monk Sewu! He actually found him!

Upon hearing this news and seeing the unprecedentedly firm direction indicated by the compass, Master Li's doubts were instantly replaced by his eagerness to gain merit.

Without further hesitation, he immediately roared at the group of equally astonished and uncertain "immortal masters" and demons behind him:
"Come with me! Quickly!"

Having said that, he took the lead and sped off in the direction indicated by the compass.

(End of this chapter)