Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 179 Taking advantage of the situation
After taking control of the academy, laying out plans in Qiantang, and manipulating the cultural lineage, the idea of ​​establishing a reliable intelligence network came to mind.

I don't know how other people's cultivators grow, but I think this is very reasonable.

He lacks a sense of security, so he needs to make up for it to some extent.

Xiaoqing nodded in agreement after hearing the analysis. Xu Xuan was smart, and what he said must be right.

Next, I added a plate of bone-in chicken, which tasted good and was crispy.

On the other side, in the painted boat.

Master Mao coughed repeatedly, indicating that it was time to stop.

Early on, he was also preparing to launch the plan, since if they didn't act quickly, Zhang San would have to perform with that painted-skin ghost in public.

Quickly use the excuse of selling a treasure to get the other girls out first.

"I have obtained a divine sword. Please, Your Excellency, appraise it."

Mingyue and the others naturally agreed, probably treating this as a business banquet, and now it was time to give gifts.

Li Jiao'er would definitely not leave once she heard it was a divine sword; she might be able to complete Lord Lei's mission right here.

This ghost is a greedy creature that cannot control its appetite; it has many flaws and is very easy to manipulate.

After a long, affectionate entanglement with Zhang San, she stayed.

After Mingyue and the others went outside, they saw the madam waiting outside the door. Without asking any questions, she led them away from this place of trouble.

At this moment, the old servant behind them brought out a wooden box, attracting the attention of Li Jiao'er and Zhang San.

What an exquisite box! The material itself must be very expensive, so the contents inside must be even more extraordinary.

The two watched intently as the wooden box slowly opened, their anticipation reaching its peak.

What kind of divine weapon could it be?
With a clang, the wooden box lid was pushed open.

Ok?
Empty?
Suddenly, Zao slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his face turning bright red as if it were about to bleed. He pointed at Li Jiao'er and roared, "You audacious monster! I can tell you're not human at first glance!"

The air was thick with righteous energy, and the temperature suddenly rose, leaving the Painted Skin Demon terrified and unable to move.

Master Mao chanted "Little Green King, help me!"
He reached into the box, grasped the sword hilt, and swung it.

It moved across the space before my eyes as if it were a shadow, without any sense of reality.

Li Jiao'er remained motionless at first, then a red line appeared on her body, and then slowly cracked open.

Amidst the tearing sounds, the black fleshy tendrils writhed and struggled to reassemble, but the divine sword, sharp and imbued with the laws of nature, remained unyielding.
Just like the changing seasons and the rising and setting of the sun and moon, once this body is separated, it can never be put back together.

"what!!!!!!!"

It wasn't a ghost calling, it was Zhang San.

It screamed wildly like a chicken, waving its arms and legs wildly.

He immediately demonstrated what it means to tremble with fear and collapse to the ground.

As he screamed, he was losing what little rationality he had left.

Because that Taoist priest actually managed to cleave the body on the ground with a single sword strike.

Zao, even more aggressively, peeled open the skin and started rummaging through it.

Both of them were ruthless individuals who had survived the hellish catastrophe that Guo Bei had endured. Although they had relied on powerful figures to get through it, they had still undergone a baptism of fire.

The scene was, to put it mildly, passable.

There was a loud swishing sound!
Zao's large hand roughly pulled out an ugly, blue monster with wrinkled skin and fangs.

The creature was already on its last legs, but after being captured, it instinctively struggled desperately until the transparent divine sword pressed against its chest.

Zao glanced at it twice and said, "Little Green King is right, this monster is really ugly."

Zhang San, lying on the ground, was losing his senses and fainted.

His last thought was that he and this ugly thing were doomed except for the last step. This time, let me die.

Seeing the cowardly fool faint, the two ignored him and instead took out the butterfly and placed it aside to begin interrogation.

Xu Xuan, on the other hand, listened while eating hotpot. Then he realized he had made a mistake based on past experience.

Lei Huan's identity is correct, but the real reason is simply Gan Jiang and Mo Xie.

A common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying a jade.

I need to reflect on myself. Next time, I shouldn't overestimate the enemy's intentions. Defying fate and reversing yin and yang is not the norm.

The next interrogation concerned his accomplices.

The Painted Skin Ghost said it didn't know; it was a lone ghost when it was brought from Taiyuan Prefecture.

Finally, an important piece of information was provided: this person might be a member of the White Lotus Sect.

Master Mao was startled; this was a huge problem!
Zao Tongxue also frowned deeply. This sect was a major threat to the Great Jin Dynasty. Not to mention scholars, even ordinary people and peddlers knew about it.

Xu Xuan was also startled. One of their own?
Then we really have to exterminate them all.

If this attracts the attention of some powerful figure or the imperial court, and his underdeveloped "holy father" is discovered, he'll be in big trouble.

Meanwhile, in the Baoan Hall, Lei Huan was changing the bandages for the last ruffian, and he was extremely annoyed by the ruffian's groans and whimpers.

It's strange that so many hooligans have come today.

Suddenly, I felt the mark being touched. Is something wrong with the Painted Skin Ghost?
He immediately extracted the thug's soul and put it into the banner, taking nothing else, and calmly closed the door of the clinic.

Then, as if nothing had happened, they prepared to leave Qiantang.

He acted decisively, just like that day on Nanshan Mountain; as cautious as he was, he didn't even need to verify the truth.

He was a professional at escaping; even the imperial court couldn't catch him, let alone anyone else.

When Xu Xuan saw this in the restaurant, he frowned and said to the painted boat, "Kill them."

Then they released a second butterfly from the original version to buy time.

A butterfly-shaped creature, exuding evil, twisted, and corrupting intent, flew out and blocked Lei Huan's path.

Even the other party was stunned upon seeing this evil creation. What kind of demon was it?
An evil voice emanated from the butterfly.

"I have the Painted Skin Demon in my hands, and I also want Gan Jiang and Mo Xie. If you want them, come to the south of the city for a chat."

Lei Huan pondered for a moment and replied, "Okay."

Resigned to its fate, it headed south, continuing its journey even after leaving the city, until it vanished into black smoke.

The demon, whose true form had already headed north, was extremely pleased with himself.

Using feints and diversions, he spent decades hiding among the people, not only plotting to acquire treasures and collect resources, but also growing in wisdom.

"Who can kill me?"

Under the night sky, someone uttered a fatal question that should never have been asked.

Sure enough, in the blink of an eye, an extreme sense of crisis came from behind.

Two familiar, fierce, and intertwined demonic sword energies suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, rapidly attacking from behind.

The demon's eyes widened in fury; was this a trap?!

Naturally, Xu Xuan decided to play along, as he didn't believe the other party would obediently go south for negotiations.

A person who can immediately abandon their arm, their shop, and their plans is unlikely to be so obedient.

The direction given earlier was actually meant to make the other party wary of the south, and in the face of time constraints and lack of time for in-depth consideration, they would instinctively choose the opposite direction.

This is a battle of tactics and psychology.

If Lei Huan were not a cautious person who liked to make plans, this tactic would certainly be useless.

Of course, if things go wrong unexpectedly, and this person is blinded by ambition, then it's still not too late to turn back and rush to the south of the city to negotiate and ambush him.

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(End of this chapter)