Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 110 The Change of Imbalance
When we arrived at the Cuju field, we also watched an exhibition match.

The people of Bailu suddenly realized that this was why the students of Chongqi were more resilient during the literary gathering.

By strengthening your body every day, you can naturally cultivate a more resilient spirit.

Shen Shanzhang watched carefully and felt that it was similar to his own practice of using a spear when he was young.

It can also cultivate teamwork and fighting spirit among students.

Even those from humble backgrounds or commoners can participate; there are no barriers to entry.

I've learned so much! Lady Yin is truly a heroine; her ideas are truly remarkable.

Of course, Instructor Xu is also quite capable of getting the scions of aristocratic families to participate actively.

As they continued walking, they reached the Stone Forest, which attracted everyone's attention.

what!
Early, benevolence, goodness, evil.

Why are these characters carved so densely?
It turns out that this was another learning method pioneered by Instructor Xu. The three most outstanding scholars, Chongqi, and others, all left behind a thousand words here, and the effect was excellent.

The professors at Bailu seemed thoughtful. Was the effect really that good?

I don't believe it; I have to try it to know.

The students following behind felt a chill run down their spines; what a wicked idea!

Qian Qing and Zhang Hao looked at their slightly thin figures and compared them with the huge rocks in front of them, and suddenly felt dizzy.

Based on their understanding of the mountain chief, they knew that returning to Bailu would definitely involve carving inscriptions, which was a difficult situation.

However, they did not resist. According to their actual rankings, they should be sixth and seventh at this literary gathering.

This shame must be washed away!
Some people have been wondering, if Xie Yu, Qian Zhongyu, and Qiao Feng left messages, who is the fourth person? Could it be that Chong Qi has another expert?
Zao silently drifted by; he didn't want such a strange reputation.

After touring the academy, it's time for a proper academic exchange.

Unlike the competitive atmosphere at the literary conference, the calm and collected leaders demonstrated their true abilities.

The old man, free from official duties, had nothing but knowledge. He could neither eat nor play, and all his romantic pursuits had been swept away by the wind and rain. Only the exploration of knowledge and the great Dao remained his ultimate goal.

The three geniuses and three outstanding students from the academy were all helping out, and together with Bai Lu's three, a total of nine people were here serving these old men.

In someone's words, this is not called exploiting students, but rather students serving their teachers when needed.

Being able to become a familiar face here is a kind of progress.

Xu Xuan pretended to be a powerful figure among the big shots, but in reality, he was learning from them closely.

He was quite good at military strategy, philosophy of mind, Buddhism and Taoism, as well as various other miscellaneous studies, but his Confucianism was still just average, not even as good as his martial arts skills.

Listening to the discussions of the bigwigs from the two academies was very rewarding.

Some people will simply smile and nod, indicating that you are right and that's what they think too.

In any case, they all consider their status and age, and won't seek out a young person to discuss philosophy.

During a break in the conversation, Headmaster Shen sneaked over and immediately asked a question.

"Did you do this, Zhu Erdan?"

He suspected Xu Xuan was behind the poisoning on the very day of the meeting.

Firstly, the other person is young and impulsive. Thinking back to the many bold things I did when I was young, I'm just projecting my own experience onto them.

Secondly, this younger generation is enterprising and innovative, possessing both the means and the courage to make changes.

Thirdly, recalling the events after Zhu Erdan left, it seems that only the other party also disappeared. It's not difficult to deduce this.

Shen Shanzhang is certainly capable of managing the best academy in the world.

Mr. Xu remained unfazed.

"Alas~~~ Headmaster Shen, please don't joke. As the saying goes, a gentleman uses words, not fists. I, Xu Hanwen, am just a law-abiding scholar. How could I do something that could cost me my life?"

"West Lake is full of water; Zhu might have slipped and fallen." West Lake is full of water, I understand. It's good that he doesn't have to do anything.

Shen Yifu felt he had found his kindred spirit.

Lu Nan, a good disciple, has enough knowledge, but he is still not arrogant enough, nor ruthless enough in his nature. It is useless to be unrestrained within the protection of the rules.

If someone before you possesses a degree of bravery and martial prowess, then you should no longer worry about their future.

Then, with a quick glance, he began to lavish praise on how wonderful Bailu Academy was, how profound its scholarship was, and how obedient its students were, expressing his hope that Instructor Xu would have the opportunity to exchange ideas with them.

The result of their whispered conversation was that Madam Yin increased Xu Xuan's monthly salary again, effectively thwarting Bailu Academy's little scheme.

While Chongqi was exchanging academic ideas, the world underwent some changes.

Lu Pan's death once again pushed the balance of heaven and earth to the extreme.

Every great cultivator in the human world represents their own stance. Before becoming a demon, Judge Lu could barely be considered a righteous person, silently guarding the Ten Kings Temple and supporting the order between the righteous and the demonic.

After his heart was transplanted, he began to slip into the demonic path, making the situation of the righteous declining and the demons rising more and more obvious.

The death of the body and the dissipation of the Dao erase a portion of the barrier between the Yin and Yang realms.

The line between life and death is blurring.

In front of the tomb of King Zhao of Yan, a middle-aged man in official robes held a sutra scroll in his hand, deep in thought, his face showing some distress.

His name was Lei Huan, courtesy name Kongzhang. He was the magistrate of Fengcheng County.

He was also a somewhat unorthodox cultivator who, after escaping the encirclement thirty years ago, went into hiding, took the fate of a scholar surnamed Lei, and quietly cultivated while waiting for the right time.

He only revealed his true abilities when he discovered the opportunity before him.

He is now observing the shapes of the surrounding mountains and rivers to deduce something.

The Book of Burial describes the mountains on earth as lying down, connected, or rising from the sky. They resemble the waves of water, the galloping of horses, coming as if running, stopping as if a corpse. They are like those holding ten thousand treasures and resting peacefully, or those preparing ten thousand meals and fasting. They are like the drum of a bellows, the contents of a vessel, dragons and phoenixes, sometimes soaring, sometimes coiling, birds crouching and beasts squatting, or the supreme ruler of ten thousand chariots.

The feng shui layout of this place is indeed remarkable, and it also possesses an imperial aura, which should be without a doubt.

The fact that this powerful ruler didn't believe in human nature before his death, but instead trusted the spirits of the mountains, shows quite a bit of courage.

The method of using the spirit fox and the two spirits of the ornamental column to obscure the spiritual light in the tomb is even more ingenious.

But in the end, I broke through it by having Zhang Hua inherit the cause and effect.

On that day, as the sun rose and the Big Dipper set, two fierce sword lights shot straight into the sky from this place, presumably to take what they wanted.

However, many dangers remain in the tomb, and they have not been fully resolved to this day.

His face was flushed, his clothes were torn, and the array flags used to set up the formation at his feet were broken in two.

"I never imagined that a formation from a thousand years ago would be so terrifying, storing dragon energy for attack. It's not something you can easily break into."

Just as I was feeling agitated, I suddenly looked towards West Lake and felt a surge of emotion.

Then, my soul sensed a surge of Yin energy between heaven and earth, which impacted the mortal world.

An invisible force is surging upwards from the Netherworld, wreaking havoc within the earth's veins.

I could faintly hear the mournful cry of the dragon vein in this place.

Dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, followed by a violent storm with continuous lightning and thunder.

The rocks on the eastern side suddenly shattered, and a surge of spiritual energy burst forth and dissipated into the world, causing the vegetation to wither instantly.

The river to the west swelled and overflowed its banks, finding another way to flow.

The natural order of the mountains and rivers, which had previously defied all attempts to disrupt, collapsed, leaving Lei Huan in a daze. This was the chaos of the world.

Sure enough, looking ahead, a crack appeared in the tomb of King Yan Zhao, which was locked by the feng shui formation. Inside, a faint light flashed, a precious aura burst forth, and a sharp, piercing intent pressed against his brow.

"Very well, very well, the saying 'the Way declines while demons rise' is absolutely true, truly true!!!"

(End of this chapter)