Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 286 Early Morning and the Sound of the Qin

"The Immortal Realm?!"

Well, it's just a small courtyard, and the rooms are quite ordinary. The materials used for the tables, chairs, and decorations aren't as refined or cultured as those in Chongqi Academy, let alone the piles of luxury items in my own home.

As for the outside, it doesn't look small, but it's definitely not as big as the Qiantang River.

This immortal realm is too simple; it's only good for fooling ordinary scholars like Cai Chen.

The goddess, unaware of what the other was thinking, continued to embellish the magnificent scene of the immortals.

They say that as long as you live here, you can live forever and stay with the goddess forever.

They also demonstrated some minor magic, like water and fire, and telekinesis, with really cool special effects that were enough to make uninformed people worship and believe them without a doubt.

Using immortality as bait, they exploit the fears of death and aging that mortals have.

The great fear that even the most valiant heroes could not escape in their old age, when supernatural power descends, should be too much for this scholar to resist.

Ji Rui nodded outwardly, but inwardly he felt contempt.

Have you ever seen Yin and Yang reversed? Have you ever seen a city filled with vengeful ghosts? Have you ever seen the dead brought back to life? Have you ever witnessed divine retribution?

There's no need to embarrass yourself by showing off such a small thing. What I initially thought was a bit mysterious now looks like a magic trick.

Furthermore, Chongqi's holiday handbook clearly states, "Eastward the waves flow, westward the boats sail; there may not be true immortals in Peach Blossom Spring."

The true immortal realm would never allow a mortal like myself to enter; that would be too low-class.

A firm sense of self-denial makes this mindset difficult to fake.

Seeing that the second attempt was ineffective, the demonic monk became interested again and decided to try this one.

There was a bang.

Just as the two were still struggling in the boudoir, the door was opened, and several more goddesses walked in and began to tease them.

They showed no panic upon seeing the strange man; instead, they all moved closer.

Well, well, well, each one with delicate, arched eyebrows and a face radiant with spring. Their allure is captivating, their graceful figures enchanting. Their floral adornments reveal their charm, their embroidered ribbons fluttering with ethereal grace. A cherry blossom blooms in their half-smile, and the fragrance of orchids and musk wafts with every step. Their heads are adorned with countless jeweled hairpins, trembling gently; their bodies exude a delicate fragrance, their petals adorned with fine gold threads. What is the beauty of a Chu maiden, the allure of Xi Shi? They are truly celestial maidens descended from the heavens, Chang'e emerging from the moon's cold palace!

This is the true immortal realm.

Ji's inner talent erupted like a volcano, shattering her previously calm demeanor.

I could never dream of such an exaggerated level of happiness; it's truly the ultimate bliss on earth.

"Hey, where did this handsome young man come from?"

"My sister is hiding a lover in her boudoir, hmm~~~"

The sounds of orioles and swallows filled the air in a three-dimensional, all-encompassing way, and all that could be seen was pure white snow.

It has to be said that this is a decisive blow that can make people lose their minds, especially with these young girls and older girls rubbing against each other, and all kinds of fragrances mixed together, which can be described as a top-notch open scheme - the beauty trap!
The extraordinary man almost knelt down, but he wouldn't mind sleeping with someone in the same bed and sinking into the immortal realm.

Finally, he simply sat cross-legged on the ground, various kinds of knowledge flowing through his mind at high speed, and even began to calculate the arithmetic problems left by Professor Qin Jiuzhao, starting with the positive and negative square root method!

My mind is filled with only cold, hard numbers!
Useless. Mathematics doesn't seem so magical when it touches the skin. The mysteries of life also need to be explored, don't they?

He then continued reciting the mantra "A scholar must be resolute and persevering," and his wrist began to ache again.

Then several warm little hands grasped his wrist, gently blew on it, and asked his brother if it hurt.
Ok?
What did the goddess learn in the celestial realm?

In a moment of crisis, my finger unconsciously traced the character "早" (early), as if activating something and revitalizing my spirits.

Thinking of his friend's flushed face, he immediately began to scribble the character "早" (early) repeatedly, and surprisingly, a wisp of righteousness emerged, protecting his last shred of reason. Then, he staggered to his feet, pushed aside the beautiful women, and saw the guqin in the boudoir, so he pressed the keys.

It's not an exaggeration to say that Chongqi and the other two, who spend every day together, would pick up a few tunes from each other's ears.

Silently I prayed for Caichen's help.

It's unclear what kind of mystical operation it was, but although it wasn't exactly heartbreaking, it still evoked a sense of sorrow.

The grief over the death of his lover immediately suppressed the restlessness in his body.

The group of women were dumbfounded; this was actually possible.

Ji Zaochen, this scholar, was truly remarkable; he greatly impressed them.
Some people even felt heartbroken and shed tears while listening to this music, taking out their handkerchiefs to wipe their eyes.

Oh God, I'm a miserable person too!
Her maternal instincts were aroused, and all ambiguity and romance disappeared.

The third attempt failed, which puzzled the demonic monk. He wondered why the monk was struggling so much, since the monk was clearly a mortal with all sorts of vices.

Let's try again then.

Immediately afterward, the loud clanging of leather boots echoed from outside the boudoir, accompanied by the rattling of ropes.

All the women ran out, and Ji Rui saw through the crack in the door a divine man dressed in iron armor, with a face as black as lacquer, holding a rope lock and carrying a large hammer, surrounded by many women.

The golden-armored god asked, "Have you all arrived?" The women replied, "You have all arrived." He then said, "If anyone is hiding mortals from the lower realm, you must report them immediately, or you will suffer the consequences!" The women all said in unison, "No."

The golden-armored god turned around and looked around fiercely like an osprey, as if he were about to conduct a search.

The goddess was terrified, her face ashen with fear. In a panic, she said to Ji Rui, "Quickly hide under the bed!"

She then opened the small door in the wall and fled in a panic.

Ji Rui had already figured out the flavor.

These people want you to follow their wishes, either indulging in lust, coveting immortality, or being overwhelmed by fear.

While hiding under the bed might evade the searcher's gaze, it would inevitably make one feel guilty and uneasy.

The manual says that one must not be afraid of anything involving gods or ghosts, for demons are created by the mind and monsters arise from people.

So he decided to take a gamble, believing that Master Xu wouldn't lie.

He sat on the stool with a teacup in hand, looking down at the gate.

The footsteps of the golden-armored god stopped at the door.

The two sides remained completely silent, separated by a door; the air was eerily quiet, save for the sound of breathing.

After an unknown amount of time of silence, Ji Rui felt that he could barely lift his arm, which he had been using to serve tea in a pretentious manner, when the other person left first.

The footsteps faded into the distance, accompanied by nonsensical ramblings about not being there.

"Wow~~~ Master Xu is awesome~~~~!" (Voice cracking version)
I don't know if there's a golden house in the book, but there really is a lifeline.

Ji Hanqing raved about this Chongqi holiday manual, calling it a divine book!

If it weren't for this, he would have ended up in bed with the goddess in the first round, and might have become food for the monsters later on.

However, Master Xu should be arriving soon.

What was less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn outside had been half a day for him; the prolonged mental strain had left him mentally and physically exhausted.

(End of this chapter)