Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 231: Go home often

"If you want to be a loyal minister, why be sent to a remote area? Wouldn't it be better to be a censor?"

Everyone knows that Prefect Deng is a tough man, so it's going to be awkward for the two of them to be locked in this standoff.

Who would have thought that the incorruptible prefect would back down repeatedly in the face of such an aggressive rebuke? Is this how much respect you show to your seniors?
Or perhaps this person was afraid of getting punched three times, so they avoided the attack.

Xu Xuan found it amusing. He had always disliked this kind-hearted prefect, and there was a fierce glint in the man's lowered eyes.

This exchange ended unhappily.

The first leg of my study tour will end tomorrow when I leave the academy.

At night, while Xu Xuan was still pondering how to use the Golden Dragon King statue, he received a butterfly.

After watching it, I felt...very subtle.

Does Xiaoqing have her own script?

It's normal for monsters to pass by the Qiantang River, which is the final section of the water system.

They just asked me how to torture a turtle and the techniques for extracting its soul.
Soul extraction may seem like an essential technique for demonic cultivators, but it's not actually that simple.

When faced with the souls of transformed demons, either evil masters skilled in the Dao of the Divine Soul use special methods to extract them, but even then, the extracted souls cannot be guaranteed to be intact.

Only someone with special skills like Xu Xuan could do it.

For example, it can be based on Pure Land Buddhism, use the chains of karmic fire as a means, and take the Ksitigarbha Dharma as evidence.

Only in this way can something as extraordinary as the land of peril be created.

So, let's go back and take a look.

Xu Xuan's intuition told him that he should go back and take a look.

It's only been less than a week, but I feel like the changes in Qiantang have been quite dramatic.

So he sought out his classmate Zao to protect him, as he planned to use the nighttime to leave his body and return to Qiantang to see what was going on.

Luckily, I wasn't on a ship, and Suzhou is nearby, otherwise I really wouldn't have dared to have my soul leave my body.

Calm your mind, visualize, and let your spirit leave the Heavenly Court. The white-robed monk who once caused a great disturbance in Guo Bei has once again emerged.

"If I do not return tomorrow, find a way to send my body back to Qiantang."

After saying that, he stepped on a lotus flower and disappeared into the night.

Zao is upright and righteous, and evil cannot harm him. He is a steady person and can be entrusted with important tasks.

At this moment, in the Baoan Hall, a large tortoise is hanging in a secret room.

The Taoist priest was holding a basin and collecting the blood from below; this was a valuable resource.

As long as the demonic energy is refined in the alchemy furnace, it becomes an excellent material with the effects of nourishing blood and tendons.

It is commonly used for amenorrhea, sprains and bruises, and rectal prolapse.

Even broken tortoise shells are valuable, possessing properties that nourish yin and subdue yang, benefit the kidneys and strengthen bones, nourish blood and replenish the heart, and stabilize menstruation and stop uterine bleeding. It can be said that the whole tortoise shell is a treasure.

The old tortoise was somewhat helpless. What was wrong with these people? They didn't ask anything about what they wanted to do. They just wanted to give a straight answer: whether they wanted to kill or torture him.

There was no other way but to save ourselves.

It possesses innate supernatural powers; the tortoise shell itself has the ability to divine good fortune and avoid misfortune. Combined with age and knowledge, it can be considered a semi-divine oracle.

"Master, are you a newcomer to the Dao?"

"Your aura is not pure, but your essence is not low. If you had a proper Taoist method to refine your essence, energy and spirit, you could reach another level."

"It just so happens that a cave dwelling is about to emerge from the bottom of a river. It was a famous hermitage of independent cultivators hundreds of years ago, and it is said to have a great lineage."

"This person was also a hero in his time. He was about to enter the realm of refining emptiness and merging with the Dao before he was 500 years old. Unfortunately, he died at the hands of Bai Lian, and his cultivation method was lost."

The cave dwelling is real, but who knows what kind of powerful rogue cultivator or great sect lineage it represents?

The old tortoise was just passing by and noticed a few clues. With its strength, it couldn't possibly enter such a secret place. It wouldn't be too much to offer it as a favor to curry favor, would it?

Master Mao was somewhat tempted; when it comes to the path of Taoism, no one can remain completely calm.

Then the tortoise looked at Xiaoqing.

“This king has a lineage and a powerful background, so naturally he wouldn’t be interested in the cultivation techniques and treasures offered by this little demon. But this little demon knows that a tremendous opportunity would be most suitable.”

"There is an opportunity to transform into a dragon in Dongting Lake. You can leap over the Dragon Gate, replenish your bloodline, and even have the chance to become a Zhulong."

"This little demon sees that Your Majesty has the ambition to devour the heavens. When you break through the bloodline suppression and reach the peak, you will naturally be able to roam the world freely."

Only by offering substantial benefits can we secure a chance to survive.

The Dongting Lake is fraught with danger. This monster is indeed fierce, but its power is insufficient. Going in would be suicide.

Xiaoqing remained expressionless, but her eyes turned cold.

She hates having her thoughts read. Apart from Xu Xuan and her sister, anyone who gives her something nice must have ulterior motives.

So the old tortoise's act of offering up its treasure actually pushed it one step closer to death.

A small hand had already touched the golden bead. The old tortoise's heart tightened; a premonition of death gripped his mind.

The entire demon was dumbfounded; today they had truly witnessed unpredictable mood swings.

Just then, a voice came in.

"Old tortoise, you've seen and learned a lot, can you tell what I need?"

A monk in white robes walked in, a smile in his eyes.

Mr. Xu has a particular fondness for charlatans who claim to know the secrets of heaven. He never hesitates to take shortcuts through such means, but unfortunately, he never succeeds.

The tortoise, on the other hand, was on high alert, sweat pouring down its forehead and its remaining shell cracking loudly.

He is a great monk, absolutely a great monk.

Demonic nature and Buddha-nature coexist, and the spirit appears normal. If this is not a high monk, then who is?

These monsters cannot be swayed by ordinary words.

Even their instincts are resisting seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, as if calculating would lead to certain death.

So just shut up and prepare to accept your fate.

"Boring, but not knowing everything either."

"In this way, I will ask questions and you will answer them. If you answer them well, you will not need to extract your soul and refine your spirit."

The main reason is that its demonic soul is completely clear, without any trace of grievance.

This is a difficult situation, as killing such a spirit beast would incur divine retribution.

Especially for someone like Xu Xuan, who is already burdened by divine retribution, it is even more unacceptable to do such a thing.

"What business does the Dongting demon clan have with you?"

"Find the brocade box."

What's in the box?

"A token of dragon blood and the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake."

"What treasures are in the Dragon Palace?"

"A small dragon gate, a drop of true dragon blood, countless gold and silver treasures, and piles of weapons and armor."

It was so pragmatic, not uttering a single pointless word or witty remark, which made it even less reason to kill it.

"Would you like to hang out with Xiaoqing?"

They cannot be killed, nor can they be released; they can only be incorporated into the army.

The Taoist priest might not be able to control this sneaky fellow, but Xiaoqing could.

Because behind her stood a powerful demon, Bai Niang.

The old tortoise also understood that this was a last-ditch effort, and his innate supernatural power told him that the hope of continuing to live lay in this moment.

He immediately drew upon the inherited qualities of his bloodline and unleashed all his skills.

"Holy Monk, you are mistaken!"

"This little demon has long admired the great name of King Xiaoqing. I came to Qiantang this time to seek refuge with a wise ruler, but I am hatefully blocked by that rebellious demon from Dongting."

"Now that my wish has been fulfilled, my life as a demon has not been in vain."

He then offered a wisp of his true spirit and voluntarily floated toward Xiaoqing.

So smooth!
The three members of Baoan Hall were somewhat at a loss, and Xiaoqing looked at Zhenling with a sense of helplessness.

What's going on?

And so, Baoan Hall gained its first official member, who became a subordinate of Little Green King.

Xu Xuan had limited time, so after dealing with the tortoise, he began to inquire about the development of Baoan Hall.

Then, this rough and energetic approach was highly praised.

I haven't noticed any problems yet.

Intelligence, resources, and organizational structure are all normal operations, just a bit too radical. Things will be fine once the organizational guidelines are completed.

Mr. Xu claims to be steady and reliable, but in reality, he does things in a way that is quite unconventional and shocking.

It's impossible to expect him to step on the brakes.

The white-robed monk left behind a list of books and hurried back, worried that he might turn into Tieguai Li if he got back too late.

The turtle in Baoan Hall was also released. Xiaoqing planned to take advantage of the situation and show the mischievous monster her backer.

"I can't keep calling you a turtle."

"My family name is considered taboo, so please just call me Turtle Master."

　I've been really exhausted lately. I have stomach problems, and I've had stomach cramps for several days. I have to work on Saturday and Sunday. I'm so done with it!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)