Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 246 The Dharma King is Here
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The Changsha Prime Minister transforms into a crazed grenade thrower, launching a campaign to clean up the scattered decorations in his mansion.

The sounds of clattering and crashing echoed incessantly, plunging the area into a state of frenzy.

Li, the prefect, scurried around the main hall, not daring to stop, moving among the various flying props.

"You old scoundrel, you've gone too far!"

Is someone pointing at someone on the dock?

Do not!
Back then, they were insulting people by name!

Yin Xian's darkest moment in life was when he was completely exposed at the North Gate.

It's a secret that everyone knows, but it can't be brought into the open!

His anger erupted like a volcano, and he grabbed the last bronze cup and smashed it on Li Juncheng.

"I sent you to embarrass others, and you didn't do a single thing!"

"What's the use of you!"

Li Juncheng cried out in pain, clutching his head and rolling on the ground.

He wasn't idle; he had spoken to everyone in Jianye except for the education officials.

Otherwise, why was the dock so deserted yesterday?

But who can be blamed for that old man's unbridled tantrum? Blame it on you, the superior officer, for not having the ability to inspire fear.

As the saying goes, you have to consider the owner before you beat a dog.

If a man can directly hit his owner, what can the dog do?

He was truly frightened when he saw Yin Xian's bloodshot eyes.

There's no doubt about this guy's moral bottom line. He's done this kind of thing more than once, he's a human beast.

He immediately knelt down, indicating that he would soon make the academy and Yu Gong pay.

Then he covered his head and ran away, the carriage heading straight for Longjiang Pass.

The scene shifts, and Prefect Li stands in the courtyard, raging and pointing fingers.

"What use are you to me!"

"Go now!"

Shao Weng took a deep breath. He came from north of the Yangtze River and was skilled at extracting souls and seizing spirits.

I can nurture and torment a person's soul for decades, cast spells to turn a person into a beast, and even make those self-righteous big shots kneel down and beg me to kill them.

This world is so vast, it shouldn't be like this.
"Did you all hear what I said?!"

Well, that shout completely ended the villain's self-adjustment.

The young man opened his eyes, and a terrifying aura was brewing.

"I heard it."

That look nearly made the prefect wet his pants.

"Ahem, thank you for hearing that. I was also extremely anxious, which is why I lost my composure."

"We've known each other for a long time, why bother?"

Remembering how the other person had used some inhuman methods to get in touch when they first met, I suddenly wondered if I had spoken a little too loudly.

He then began to use soft words to beg the other party to help, since in Li Juncheng's view, this "friend" was still very useful.

Young Master Weng was also in a headache when the carriage left.

If he still had the same temper as before, he would risk everything, even his luck, to throw everyone in the Changsha Prime Minister's Mansion into the alchemy furnace to make the herb-returning elixir.

So after casually killing a few alchemy children to vent his anger, he moved the alchemy furnace, revealing a dark staircase leading underground.

After walking several hundred steps and unraveling several formations, the truth suddenly became clear.

It turned out to be a gigantic space, several tens of feet high and hundreds of feet long and wide.

This place was excavated by the demon race enslaved within the sect and reinforced with a magic array of escape techniques.

Of course, underground space is nothing special; this is a million times simpler than someone's jade pot.

As for the water god temple mentioned above, it was merely a smokescreen, relying on the unusual movements of the Dongting aquatic creatures to divert attention from others.

After all, compared to those armored and powerful figures who build water god temples and devour offerings, we White Lotus cultivators would attract more hatred even if we did nothing. Sure enough, after shifting the blame to others, those righteous sects wouldn't care about this matter.

The core of this plan to flood the Jiangnan region lies here.

I wonder if that legendary Water Lord will find out.

As he walked, the young man stroked his beard with a smug look on his face.

In the center of the underground, a black flame of vengeful spirits was burning, and within the flames rolled a large amount of gold that had already turned into liquid, and occasionally the sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

A chilling aura continuously gathered from the earth's veins, adding to the earth like firewood.

In the twenty-third year of King Huai of Chu's reign, he launched a military campaign against Yue.

He decisively defeated Yue, killed King Wuqiang, seized all the former Wu territory up to Zhejiang, and then defeated Qi in Xuzhou.

The city was built here because of the dragon's aura, so gold was used to suppress it.

The White Lotus Sect unearthed the Golden Platform beneath Lion Mountain, intending to use it to cast nails, hoping to release the resentment of humanity into the Yangtze River.

The Dragon King of the Yangtze River will surely be furious. Given his domineering nature, he will absolutely not accept such pollution.

The transformation of Jiangnan into a vast, fertile land is just around the corner.

The plan was very simple and straightforward; all it took was to keep it a secret.

Of course, he didn't come down today to see this; this plan won't be successful until the Lantern Festival at the earliest.

After glancing at the cooking process a few times, he bypassed the numerous magic arrays and killing formations and headed towards the back.

Upon reaching the end and seeing a white-robed figure sitting cross-legged against the wall, I composed myself and respectfully and earnestly performed the lotus mudra.

"Your Majesty, the officials have been sent away."

"But this place is about to be exposed, and the Changsha Chancellor of Jianye may no longer be able to provide assistance."

"Because Yu Gong has come."

He then took out a golden plate, poured out dozens of shimmering pills, placed them on the plate, and handed them out.

This is a miraculous healing medicine that he refined using numerous resources after arriving in Jianye. It truly has the miraculous effect of bringing the dead back to life and healing flesh and bones for ordinary people.

At this moment, even a heart-wrenching sacrifice is bleeding.

After waiting for a long time, a few soft coughs were heard.

The white barrier dissipated, revealing a man with a face so pale it was almost transparent, leaning against the wall, his body so weak he seemed unable to get up.

But his eyes remained eerily still.

"Cough cough, it's alright."

"If the public comes, so be it; it has nothing to do with me."

"Even here, hundreds of feet underground, I've heard about the academy's study tours."

His tone was calm, but what followed was a strong stench of blood and decay.

As a practitioner of alchemy, Shao Weng naturally understood human pathology, and it was clear that there was a serious problem with his internal organs.

Otherwise, even if the Dharma King were to have all his skin peeled off like the Blood God Child, he could still prevent the blood from flowing out.

Even his simple breaths couldn't conceal the severity of his injuries.

The putrid stench is not the sign of decay in the gods; that's too advanced for mortals.

It means that the body's organs have already rotted, but the person is still alive, and the physical body is close to death.

Even the White Lotus Sect, which cultivates the path of the soul, can survive outside the physical body, but without the raft to save the world, they are essentially without a future.

Moreover, His Holiness's spiritual problems are even more troublesome.

It possesses Buddhist aura, martial arts will, and Taoist thunder magic; to survive such a feat is already a testament to its extraordinary magical power.

The fact that things have remained in this state for the past few days without any fluctuations is precisely why we need to be more careful.

Anyway, he wouldn't dare to kick someone when they're down at this time. It's not hard to be a bad person, but it's really hard to be a living bad person.

He couldn't make a move, and he had to use his own treasured alchemy to support this big shot who had temporarily fled.

(End of this chapter)