Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 922 Long Eyebrows Delivers Another Treasure
The Grand Astrologer's heart skipped a beat, but he showed no sign of it on his face and respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, according to the celestial sphere, that White Lotus demoness's foundation is still shallow. Her destiny indicates that she needs to lie low in the mortal realm for at least thirty years before she can rise to prominence. The one who has disturbed the dragon's aura this time is definitely not this fiend. Your Majesty can rest assured."

Although Emperor Jin still had some doubts, he was pleased to see the Grand Historian's confident demeanor, and especially since his words sounded so pleasing to the ear—it had been a long time since anyone had flattered him like this.

He waved his hand and said, "In that case, let's leave it at that for now. You've worked hard, my dear minister."

"It is my duty to share Your Majesty's burdens."

The Grand Astrologer bowed and withdrew from the main hall, his demeanor remaining calm and composed, his steps steady.

However, once he was out of the emperor's sight, the bitterness in his heart almost overflowed.

Last time, in order to survive the bottomless cauldron of the "White Lotus Saint Mother," he used his ultimate move—the tactic of stalling.

The observation results were dragged out to the point where "it needs to be observed for thirty years".

Who knew that after less than two months of slacking off, the South would produce another major event that could shake the celestial globe!

No... Hey you guys causing trouble in the south, can you take a break for a bit?
Don't they need a cooldown period for handling such a major event?!

Anyway, he would never again try to shift the blame onto the White Lotus Saintess.

The lessons learned from so many predecessors who paid with their lives are profound enough that he can now distinguish between what can be somewhat fooled and what are absolutely unobservable and unmentionable "taboos".

However, in that fleeting glimpse on the celestial globe just now, what exactly were that strange golden dragon that seemed to tear the sky apart and that demonic aura that permeated the surrounding land...?

In Luoyang, an invisible storm is raging, stirring the nerves of all factions.

Outside of Luoyang, there were also a few people gazing towards the Huai River with mixed feelings.

For example, the Long-Eyebrowed Immortal.

Although the secrets of heaven are shrouded in mystery, and ordinary cultivators find it difficult to discern the root cause of the Huai River's turmoil, he is almost certain that this earth-shattering commotion is absolutely related to that man.

Xu Xuan.

This is truly a… “great thing”!

He stroked his long beard with long eyebrows, a glint of unfathomable shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

He fought Xu Xuan three times, and each time he was at a disadvantage, his own luck being suppressed by the opponent.

Even the tribulation concerning the future of the Shushan lineage, the return of the "Three Heroes and Two Clouds," was lost due to Xu Xuan's sudden emergence, losing both the "right time" and the "right people," leaving them in a rather passive position.

But now, the situation has taken an unexpected turn.

The more numerous and stronger Xu Xuan's enemies are, the more intense the firepower they attract, and the smaller the original disadvantage of Changmei becomes.

This sudden disaster caused by the Huai River undoubtedly gave him an excellent chance to catch his breath, or even... a chance to reorganize his plans.

He slowly raised his hand, and two completely different yet equally terrifying halos of sword intent quietly appeared in his palm.

Firstly, it resembles a crimson jade wheel meticulously sculpted by the raging flames of the heavens.

Its body was surrounded by a blazing and dynamic light, and at its core was like a miniature sun. The light was not just burning, but also carried a powerful righteous energy that could break through all gloom and cleanse all evil.

Just like the first pure and masculine ray of dawn bursting forth when a rooster stretches its neck and crows at sunrise, it contains endless vitality and the resolute determination to cut through illusion.

This is one of the Seven Swords of Cultivation, Heavenly Roar!
Secondly, it resembles a bright, white pearl radiating a gentle and holy light.

It floated quietly, surrounded by a faint, dreamlike, clear radiance. The light was not dazzling, but it carried a strange power that penetrated the heart and purified the soul.

Just like the pure white frost that falls unintentionally when the Jade Rabbit plays under the cassia tree in the desolate moon palace, pure and ethereal, yet carrying a hint of inviolable majesty.

This is the second of the Seven Swords of Cultivation—Yang Soul!
As the leader of the old Shu Mountain lineage, Changmei has a natural affinity and attraction to these divine weapons originating from the Shu Mountain origin.

Collecting them is naturally much faster and easier than the gang of guys from Baoantang who roam around "hunting in the wild".

The two long-dormant sword pellets trembled slightly in his palm, as if responding to the turmoil in the distance.

What needs to be done now is... strike while the iron is hot.

With a flick of his wrist, the Long-Browed Immortal sent the two sword pellets, each imbued with unparalleled sword intent, soaring into the clouds.

Tianxiao and Yangpo transformed into two streaks of light, one red and one white, tearing through the clouds and hurtling eastward at an astonishing speed to join the four sword pellets—Golden Crocodile, Jellyfish, Black Tortoise, and Azure Spirit—that had been sent out earlier.

He wanted to expedite the moment when the "last cloud" would gather the seven swords, helping them to enter the Dao as soon as possible and triggering the inevitable calamity war ahead of time!
Once all six swords are unleashed, the final sword pellet, representing the "centipede" and also the most unpredictable and elusive, "Red Su," will likely no longer be able to conceal its presence under the pull of the qi.
Based on its characteristics, it should most likely be located in the beautiful yet dangerous Jiangnan region.

Thinking of this, the long-browed man's expression suddenly became somewhat strange.

The Seven-Sword Technique consists of a total of seven sword pellets.

The golden alligator and jellyfish were "sent" to him when he was testing Qiantang.

The Xuan Turtle and Qing Ling were "sent over" during the great calamity of Yunmeng Marsh.

Even Tianxiao and Yangpo, who had just flown away, were "sent" there by his own hands.

So... what exactly are those so-called new Shushan swordsmen from Bao'antang doing?
Shouldn't they be running around, desperately searching for these lost divine weapons?
How did it come to the point that the biggest "supplier" turned out to be himself, the former master of Shu Mountain?
With this kind of efficiency, how can we revitalize the new Shushan? How can we compete with ourselves?

But then I thought about it.

Xu Xuan is a treacherous and vicious man with a cunning mind and a deep-seated demonic nature.

Could it be that they're trying to delay the decisive battle?

Upon closer examination, there must be something fishy going on.

Unable to find a solution after a moment's thought, he could only gather his thoughts and turn to deal with the thorny matter in the southwest.

"That monk...is back again?"

His brows furrowed slightly, and his tone carried a subtle hint of seriousness.

Xu Feiniang, sitting below, nodded helplessly, her face full of gloom: "He's back. Still looking like that ordinary middle-aged wandering monk, helping that Scholar Yin beat our people to a pulp... without any chance to fight back."

After the New Year, Monk Qingyou's combat power underwent a qualitative leap after his rebirth.

Now, not only is his defense virtually invincible, but his attacks also carry an unprecedented, fierce rage, several times more ruthless than before. Relying solely on that set of simple yet profound Arhat Fist techniques, he single-handedly defended the perilous Jianmen Pass.

Of all the evil demons present, those who dared to challenge him were all brutally beaten to the ground by his punches.

"Fortunately," Xu Feiniang added, still a little shaken, "that monk didn't seem to have fully mastered the Divine Speed ​​Technique, otherwise... I'm afraid some of them wouldn't have been able to escape."

The long-browed master nodded slightly. He had seen the monk Qingyou from afar once before.

His aura was deep and his Buddhist teachings profound; he was not someone to be trifled with and should not be easily provoked.

But precisely because of this, someone must keep him firmly in check and absolutely cannot allow him to become a major asset to Xu Xuan in the final battle to come.

and so……

“Junior brother,” Changmei turned his gaze to Deng Yin, the Blood God Child, and said in a calm but unquestionable tone, “go to Jianwei County.”

Blood Demon Deng Yin was completely dumbfounded.

I?
No... Senior, did you select the wrong person?
Although I am a notorious demonic villain with considerable strength, before you were exposed, I was a top-tier demonic figure in Sichuan who could rival even the likes of the Netherworld Ancestor.

The problem is that the version has been updated now!

Every now and then, the primordial energy of heaven and earth would go berserk, and all sorts of reclusive evil gods and ancient demon kings would emerge one after another.

The value of his title as the "Demon King of Sichuan" has long since declined significantly, and he no longer possesses the invincible aura he once had.

Besides, that monk is clearly suspicious!

Although Deng Yin's eyesight is not as good as that of the Long-Browed Immortal, he is still a disciple of the former Loose Immortal Sect and a proper member of the Shu Mountain Sect, so he still has some knowledge and experience.

He could tell that the monk Qingyou was very likely the reincarnation of a powerful being, and his strength could not be calculated based on the so-called "second realm" on the surface.

If a real fight breaks out, who knows what will happen?

Besides, with so many demons and monsters around, why did you have to send your own junior brother, me, to fill this hole?

Senior brother, do you not want me anymore?!

However, faced with Changmei's calm yet unfathomable gaze, Deng Yin, despite his reluctance and inner turmoil, dared not utter a single word of "no."

Only those who have truly delved into the demonic path and are deeply entangled with Changmei know just how terrifying the current Changmei Zhenren is.

He was stripping away his many emotions in an almost ruthless way, and even the demonic thoughts that had arisen were seen by him as resources that could be cut off at any time to temper his Dao heart.

Their cultivation level has almost surpassed that of their master, Chusanzi Yu Daoren!

Blood Demon Deng Yin had no choice but to bite the bullet and obey the order.

His figure transformed into a streak of blood-red light, and he sullenly headed southwest.

With the Blood Demon gone, the remaining demons in the hall fell silent in fear.

His long-browed gaze swept across the land without pause, issuing a series of orders to send these tyrannical demons, who usually swaggered around, to various parts of the Nine Provinces.

The waters of Kyushu need to be muddier, and the situation needs to be more turbulent.

He keenly sensed that the original prediction of "the Tao diminishing and the demons rising" seemed to have been weakened by some inexplicable force.

As a result, his level of understanding did not rise to the height predicted in the calculations.

This forced him to take more proactive and drastic measures to push this calamity forward.

The Long-Browed Immortal is making moves and setting up his strategy, stirring up a storm across the land.

At the bottom of West Lake, the White Snake Emperor sighed softly.

How come Xu Hanwen has already provoked such a powerful enemy as soon as he arrived in Jiangbei?

That was the ancient calamity-bringer of the Huai River! She was genuinely worried that this man would be killed before she could even resolve the emotional tribulation that pushed her to the limit of human strength.

Left with no other choice, he had to once again peruse those ancient jade slips and classic texts in the cold underwater palace.

They tried to find some treasures that could protect him or methods that could help him improve rapidly.

So it's said that the one who owes the debt is the boss, and emotional debts are the hardest debts to repay in the world.

Throughout the entire Nine Provinces, perhaps the only one who felt joy about this was the Dragon Lord who resided deep within the Yangtze River.

His "investment" and "belief" once again yielded rich returns.

Sure enough, as long as the opportunity is handed to that kid, it will definitely trigger a world-shaking event.

But... isn't Xu Xuan a bit too audacious?

When He initially offered the opportunity, He clearly first offered the "Yellow River Dragon Gate" and then the "Huai River Trial".

The original intention was to guide him step by step, but who knew this guy would completely disregard the rules, skipping all the foreplay and charging headlong into the final level.

"The biggest characteristic of the second-generation White Lotus is probably that he is not afraid of death..." Long Jun muttered, but his golden eyes flashed with excitement. "I hope he can have an even more 'outstanding' performance in the future."

Xu Xuan, who was at the center of the storm, no longer cared about the attention coming from all directions, whether it was concern, scheming, or just watching for fun.

Why did he have to face off against the ultimate boss, Wuzhiqi, right after crossing the river?
With such a "glorious" record as a foundation, it doesn't matter what other monsters or ancient behemoths come along.

This "I've beaten the toughest guys, the rest are no match" mentality is something most people simply can't understand.

Of course, as disciples personally trained by him, Chongqi Sanqi could resonate with him to some extent.

Because they are also paying tribute to their teachers in their own way.

At this moment, Ji Rui looked up at the sky, gazing at the situation before him—a predicament far beyond what the three of them could handle alone. He swallowed hard and muttered something under his breath.
"How about... we contact Master Xu?"

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