Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 181 I've really messed things up for you!

Within the blood-red shroud, a kasaya served as a second layer of protection.

The moment Xu Xuan unleashed the Finger of No Life, he simultaneously sealed it off; the Perfect Clothes technique was perfectly suited to this situation.

He still didn't quite believe the forbidden technique the other party used to self-destruct with flesh and blood. What if this person harbored malicious intentions? What if this person had other ways to escape? Or what if this thing wasn't as powerful as claimed?

If I were to be exposed, it would be a huge disaster.

Mr. Xu, who is somewhat conservative at heart, will not allow any accidents to happen when it comes to making a living.

Fortunately, Lei Huan's despicable behavior did not cross the line; he still voluntarily gave up everything, which is truly regrettable.

Looking at the translucent fruit between his fingers, Xu Xuan was speechless. He wasn't an old farmer, so why did he always have to harvest the fruit?

Oh, you white lotuses, you've really caused me so much suffering!

The transparent fruit was then absorbed into the divine soul and fed directly to the Dharma body.

In terms of his current level of cultivation, Lei Huan's spiritual power could only be said to have helped Xu to slightly consolidate his foundation.

It's easy to imagine that the higher you go, the more important the contributions from important figures are required; this skill is truly fascinating.

When digestion was complete, just like when he absorbed the first Zhu Wuyong, Xu Xuan saw a trace of memory again.

Or rather, a segment of the most important moment in one's life.

Lei Huan was actually a stolen name. They were just exchanging names, what a despicable person.

His real name is Ma Peiran.

He was from Changshu County, Changzhou Prefecture. He studied at home from a young age and married a woman surnamed Zhou. He squandered all his family's wealth by living off his savings. He only knew how to study and did not know how to manage a business. He lived a life of poverty, with no roof over his head or any land under his feet. He had a child with him and fled with his wife to Lin'an.

Being born into poverty is bad enough, but lacking talent is even worse. He's just an average person with no chance of standing out from the crowd.

Later, with the help of a holy monk, he became an accountant in a wealthy family and reunited with his runaway wife, which can be considered a happy development.

As a result, he went to the north and, by a twist of fate, his wife and children were separated again. The accountant then joined the White Lotus Sect to practice Taoist magic.

Because of his mediocre talent, he could only follow the steps to cultivate the Soul Control Technique, which did not require much comprehension, and his progress remained slow.

On the contrary, while hiding his identity as a county magistrate, he collected a large amount of resources for his own cultivation and made a name for himself.

Xu Xuan sighed. Lei Huan was quite capable in the mortal world, but he wouldn't get anywhere in the cultivation world.

The last trace of this person's existence in this world is about to disappear.

The important scenes were glimpsed in a blur: a huge altar with the spirits left behind, the battle that destroyed the White Lotus, the familiar mentor Zhu Wuyong, Yu Gong who was leading the charge in a chariot, a general carrying many swords, and flames filling the sky.

They saw Lei Shusheng on the riverbank, his face filled with terror, and they saw Zhang Hua carrying two swords up the mountain.

In the end, his deepest obsession remained with the old monk who helped reunite his family.

He wore a patchwork robe, a monk's hat, and carried a palm-leaf fan. His body was hunched over, like a beggar, and his face was obscured.

Only a pair of eyes watched silently, without sorrow or joy, without good or evil.

Xu Xuan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine; that look wasn't directed at Ma Peiran!
But yourself!

His soul trembled violently as a white lotus of thirty-two petals bloomed beneath his feet, its petals closing to obscure the faint, almost imperceptible gaze.

Outside Taiyuan Prefecture, the seemingly mad old monk suddenly regained his senses for a moment, tears streaming down his face, leaving two streaks.

The connections of the past are now forgotten.
Dependent origination and emptiness, dependent origination and emptiness
Then, in a mad and delirious manner, he began to walk step by step towards Jiangnan.

Bang bang bang!
"Xu Xuan, Xu Xuan, what happened to you?!"

Memories shattered, the monk before my eyes vanished, leaving only the resounding thud of his robe being hammered.

He immediately took back his cassock and saw Xiaoqing looking anxious.

Deep down, I still quite like the feeling of being cared for, and just as I was about to say something, my pupils contracted.

"Stop! Stop whatever you're doing!" The girl had already gathered a huge water ball and placed it at a dangerous height.

Xiaoqing left with some regret; what a pity.

"Humph!"

Xu Xuan snorted and stood up, indicating that he was fine and had just been lamenting his opponent's defeat.

Those who neither cultivate their nature nor their destiny will inevitably turn to ashes when calamity strikes.

"His soul has returned to heaven and earth."

"What kind of look is that? I'm a direct descendant of the Pure Land Sect, it's normal for me to have some hidden tricks up my sleeve."

Xiaoqing felt she had been fooled. The demon had supposedly self-destructed his magical artifacts and his physical body, but in the end, there wasn't even a speck of dust on him.

But it's good that you're alright.

The two then began cleaning up the battlefield with smiles on their faces, chatting idly while keeping their hands busy.

When conditions permit, they flood and burn the land, and even dig up the soil – all done meticulously.

Especially since Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were used this time, their demonic nature is quite strong, and that hatred still lingers in the air.

If other cultivators were to notice this, it might cause trouble.

Finally, the rebirth mantra of Mr. Xu served as the ending, giving Ma Peiran and the world a formality.

Then he rushed back to Qiantang, where there were still some loose ends to be dealt with.

The battle was fierce and intense, with both sides employing unexpected tactics. By this time, it was almost dawn.

Their first stop was naturally the pleasure boat, where Master Mao and Zao, who had been sitting for the entire night, were still full of energy.

Zhang San has been startled awake several times and fainted twice. He is currently in his third coma. It seems that his entanglement with the demon has crossed his bottom line, or rather, the ugly demon has exceeded his tolerance.

Looking at the painted skin ghost's body, Xu Xuan thought for a moment, then took out a burlap sack from the jade pot and handed it over.

Zao raised an eyelid; wasn't this the bag used to carry Caichen last time?

Master Xu always carries this with him. That's so typical of Master Xu.

Then Xiaoqing began cleaning the private room, and her professionalism made Master Mao and the others feel ashamed of themselves.

After finishing everything, everyone carried the sacks and headed to the county government office.

Magistrate Song was once again waiting early in the side hall.

He was distressed when he learned that demons had infiltrated Qiantang again, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that everything was under his brother's control.

With a thud, the sack was thrown to the ground, and an ugly, wrinkled, blue-skinned monster rolled out.

Seeing Song Youde and Zhao Hu, they gasped in shock.

"This...this is a monster~~~~"

His voice cracked a bit; there was nothing he could do about it. At least the two sorcerers he eliminated last time still had some semblance of humanity, but this one was hard to describe.

"That's right, this is a monster."

"When investigating the heart-ripping assassin, I first came to Bao'an Hall because..."

The traces of using government power to investigate cannot be erased, so Xu Xuan made up a reason and got away with it.

For example, they came to avenge those demons from last time, targeting the most prominent Song Qingtian, but accidentally resolved the crisis.

Since there's no way to verify it now that they're dead, this is just something made up.

(End of this chapter)