Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 260 Who exactly are you?

I am still young, and I am going to Yuzhang to become the governor. I am a member of the Yin family!
"Let me go, let me go!"

In the end, he was still hung up with a white silk ribbon, which was a dignified endeavor.

Clerk Zhao then hurried to the next place. The Holy Father had even arranged for someone else to come along; how kind of him!

Li, the prefect, had no choice but to drink a cup of poison.

With a bitter laugh, he realized he had failed to find a way out and had instead become someone else's weapon.

"Is Yin Xian dead?"

"press."

"Okay, then I can rest assured."

One sip, and the soul returns to the Yellow Springs.

This master and servant pair, who had brought disaster to Jianye, died so easily, without causing the slightest ripple.

Seeing that Jianye was settled, Xu Xuan shifted his focus to the heavens.

Where is Li Shaoweng, whom we can't find in the city?

The once-glorious alchemist, after many hardships, escaped to the riverbank and is now struggling to make his way across the mudflats.

He knew he was doomed the moment he released the dragon aura of the Five Dynasties.

Karma surges forth from beneath the earth of Jianye, representing the city's fury.

If it weren't for Yu Gong's self-sacrifice to suppress the earth dragon's rebellion, his karmic sins would have instantly surpassed those of the Holy Father, and divine retribution would have immediately wiped out this audacious person.

After experiencing numerous mishaps, including a failed escape technique, swords falling from the sky, a loss of magical power, and his body being trampled by a mad bull.

Shao Weng decided to leave Jianye step by step on foot.

Land was out of the question, so the only option was to jump into the Yangtze River and drift downstream to see if there was any hope of survival.

I remember there was still a lifeline at Taihu Lake; perhaps there was still a chance.

However, the Dragon King would never allow him to enter the river.

At this moment, Li Shaoweng was like a rotten fruit that had fermented and was covered with mold and viruses, its bright red karma radiating intense radiation.

Even though the Yangtze River has been purifying the land of China for millions of years, this is absolutely unacceptable.

Long Jun glanced at it with disgust. The river water, which had been flowing backwards, suddenly changed direction, as if a giant hand was slapping the pollutants away.

It flew high and far, swirling as it landed right in front of Xiaoqing.

When Xiaoqing saw the young man who had suddenly appeared, her vertical pupils instantly turned red, and her sharp teeth were even showing.

"You old murderer, you've committed such a crime and still tried to ambush me, the Great King!"

"Death!"

Before the other party could explain, a golden bead flew over and hit the old sorcerer so hard he almost lost his breath.

Then, with a clasp of his hands and a pull, a cyan spear appeared in his hands.

Cheng Ying was temporarily in the hands of Master Mao, and she randomly selected another fighting weapon from her sister's treasure trove.

With a series of strikes—stabbing, piercing, slapping, attacking, entangling, circling, blocking, grabbing, pouncing, pointing, and deflecting—he easily secured the first kill, leaving dozens of holes in his opponent's body.

Shao Weng was completely unable to resist. His divine soul and magical power were about to launch a spell when the mobilization of his vital energy failed due to the shock.

Instead, it aggravated his internal injuries. Coupled with Xiaoqing's reckless and headstrong fighting style, this once-powerful White Lotus Sect expert was forced into captivity.

Then, Xiaoqing used the method of carrying a turtle to lead the culprit straight to the Prime Minister's residence.

When Xu Xuan saw it, he was also moved by the twists and turns of life.

Yesterday he was a wise and virtuous recluse, today he's a rat crossing the street.

"Can you tell me what's going on up in the sky?"

Who is Shao Weng? He is a mid-level member of the White Lotus Sect, the person in charge of the plan to flood Jiangnan, and a master of the Divine Soul Path.

Even when severely injured, he would not yield to the invincible demons who were the henchmen of the imperial court.

The fact that we've ended up in this state is purely a matter of human calculations falling short of fate.

Xu Xuan understood that the other party would not be afraid of ordinary interrogation methods, so out of respect, he asked Xiao Qing to go out for a moment.

The most compatible thing about Xiaoqing Dawang is that she is very obedient in person, turning away immediately without hesitation. Then, the red cassock severed all contact between the Prime Minister's mansion and the outside world.

The brocade robe probably never imagined that its function would be so frequently demonstrated in such scenarios; what a tragedy for Buddhist treasures!

Li Shaoweng, however, was not afraid at all.

"The aura of the Pure Land School?"

"Don't waste your time, little monk. Let Jianye and I be destroyed together."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha"

The white-haired old man, his face covered in blood, adopted the air of a demon, declaring, "Let me, Li Shaoweng, show you all my resolve."

The battle at the main altar back then didn't break my spirit, but now a mere follower of the Pure Land School thinks he can pry open my mouth?
The Divine Soul Dao is not afraid of the torment of the physical body at all, and the Divine Soul itself is as hard as iron and stone!
Xu Xuan sighed. "We were originally good friends who got along very well, so there was no need for us to be so resistant."

His transformation into Xu Xian's appearance gave Shao Weng his first shock.

"You, you all, you've been watching me all along?"

"Yes, I originally wanted to simply trick them into revealing the plan and then solve the problem peacefully."

This composure drove the alchemist mad on the ground. The feeling of being fooled was truly disgusting, especially since he had thought he had found a new White Lotus Saint.

Do you even know what your sect is doing, you despicable little monk?
The purpose of playing the emotional card is not to bring people closer, but to disturb their peace of mind.

Then someone formed the lotus mudra with their hands, and the imagery of etherealness, belonging, purity, redemption, great compassion, and great liberation permeated the space.

He sat cross-legged and reached out his palm to stroke the top of the young man's head.

This staunch follower of the White Lotus Sect seemed frozen in time, as if he had returned to the moment when he first learned the techniques at the main altar.

I seemed to feel a familiar, intimate, and warm feeling, as if my mother's gaze from an infinitely high place was watching me.

It is a kind of love, a great love for humanity, and a care for believers.

At this moment, he returned to his long-awaited hometown and to his mother's side, tears streaming down his face.

"Young man, speak."

"Yes."

Then Xu Xuan learned a lot of shocking information.

The plan to flood the Jiangnan region was devised by the White Lotus Sect after they found the Golden Terrace of the King of Chu. By releasing the dragon's energy into the Yangtze River, they could pollute the fortunes of the region, anger the Dragon King, and then reap the benefits.

The reason things have turned out this way is because the Karmapa made a brief appearance and gave the King of Chu's sword to speed up the plan, but then the plan went wrong.

The Chu King's Sword was refined by the dragon vein, breaking the shackles of Jianye. Now, five dragons are vying for the sword, wanting to transform into dragon kings and leave this place.

Okay, okay, I take back what I said before about looking down on the White Lotus Sect. Those people in the north are still working very hard.

Everything was in place – planning, logistics, and treasures – but luck was just not on their side.

Moreover, you're ruthless enough to put the lives of millions of people on both sides of the Yangtze River on the table. You can't be let off the hook like that.

A moment later, Xu Xuan withdrew his hand, and the other party returned to the world from his hometown.

He looked at the scholar in front of him with a complicated expression.

"Who exactly are you?"

The Father did not answer, but responded with a finger, which was to act on behalf of Heaven.

After removing her cassock, Xiaoqing walked in without seeing Shao Weng or asking any questions; this was their tacit understanding.

Xu Xuan looked at the fleeting golden light in the sky from the ground and knew that it was the Chu King's sword. He also saw the five dragon shadows and matched them with the dynasties they belonged to.

To prevent the area within hundreds of miles of Jianye from being shattered by the wrath of the earth's veins, the only way is to send the five dragon energies back to the earth.

Whether you trick them into it or force them in, it doesn't matter.

This battle won't be easy, because there's no time left.

Old Master Yu couldn't handle so many meticulous plans; he wasn't a pillar of heaven or a stabilizing force.

Righteousness is boundless, but human abilities are finite. It's already a miracle that the earth's veins could withstand such a prolonged upheaval.

Xu Xuan could only use a more violent method to send the dragon energy back to the earth's veins.

"Gather your forces and prepare to slay the dragon."

(End of this chapter)