Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 287 Teaching You How to Create the Heavens

Such a perfect performance really caught the attention of the demonic monk, and he lost again on his fourth attempt.

"What a fine Ji Zaochen! He's utterly corrupt, driven by all five vices, and swayed by all six desires. He has no particular strengths, but if he were to cultivate the White Lotus Dharma, he could surely achieve great things. Such an outstanding talent must be brought into our sect!"

Thinking of all the people who have entered the murals over the past hundred years, they all seem so insignificant compared to this boy.

He had already made up his mind; cultivators like him were people with deep-seated obsessions.

Once the decision is made, action will be taken decisively.

The world of the painted murals was paused for a moment. Whether it was the golden-armored god or the many goddesses, they all looked at the demonic monk in the sky with horror.

The sun rises and sets, flowers, trees, and even all people are manipulated at will.

Just then, Xu Xuan and the old monk opened the door of the Buddhist hall and came closer, passing through layers of obstacles.

So he divided his mind and attention, one part to deal with the outside world and the other part to deal with the inside world.

The stillness was broken, and the goddess reappeared outside her boudoir, holding the precious pearl, her eyes filled with fear and sorrow.

Pushing open the door, she felt a pang of sadness upon seeing the imposing and dignified Ji Shusheng sitting there. Despite her vast experience with people, she could still see through Ji Zaochen's true nature; he was not a detached and indifferent person at all. It was truly remarkable that he had managed to hold out until now.

Unfortunately, no matter how talented and determined you are, how can you possibly oppose the master of the mural world?

I had no choice in the matter, so don't blame me.

To Ji Rui's astonishment, he smashed the precious pearl in his hand.

A hazy, gray aura emanated from it, like thousands of faces drifting away with malice.

This is the essence of the six desires collected over decades in the mural; it cannot be blocked unless one has reached a state of deep meditation where light can be seen.

Not to mention an ordinary person, Ji Rui broke down completely, and his desires grew uncontrollably from his soul to his body.

He was surrounded by illusions, all sorts of beautiful things drawing him in.

The other party used despicable methods to completely overturn the table; how tasteless!
The goddess was also taking off her clothes one by one, gently raising her arms and stretching her body, like a celestial demon dancing, her allure reaching its peak.

He could see the lust in those affectionate eyes, hear the rustling of clothes and panting breaths, smell the unique fragrance that was irresistible, touch the smooth, creamy skin, and feel his heart filled with desire.

The word "early" is useless; the guqin is gone; even reciting the scriptures of the sages has no effect whatsoever.

The six senses have been completely controlled by the six desires, and the body is out of control.

If it were Zao Tongxue among the three wonders, he might be able to use his righteous sword energy to cleave through the desires in people's hearts. If it were Ning Caichen, he could directly transform into the Demon of the Qin and make everyone's hearts break.

It is precisely Ji Rui who has been able to hold on until now, which is an unexpected display of resilience, because it is almost a fight against one's own nature.

His hands trembled as he tore at his clothes, his eyes were bloodshot, and his mind was about to sink into final chaos.

The goddess couldn't help but shed tears when she saw the scholar still resisting.

"Ji Zaochen, you are already excellent enough."

“Ji Zao. Chen.”

Lust almost drove away reason, but Ji Rui still did not give up. His originally cloudy eyes burst with blood vessels and even shed tears of blood.

Despite his face turning bright red, veins bulging, bones creaking, and body trembling so badly he almost fell over.

But his movements stopped, and he was still mumbling something incoherently.

The goddess was shocked as she cast her charm spell.

So I leaned closer and heard it.
"The next batch!"

"Hahahahahahaha!!! Funny, isn't it!!!!"

The goddess was shocked. What was this person saying?!
Then I smelled a strong stench of blood, looked down and my eyes welled up with tears. How could it have come to this!

A carving knife was stuck in the scholar's arm, and blood was spurting out.

"Ouch~~~ That hurts!!!"

"I'm really afraid of pain and can't stand hardship, do you evil heretics know that!"

"But I once had a dream that was much more unreal than this. In the dream, all my friends were standing on a high platform, in a place very, very far away."

"That's why I'm working so hard carving characters, reading, practicing swordsmanship, and playing the zither. If I were to fall here, how could I possibly be magnanimous and resolute?"

A pure spirit burst forth from the carving knife. The saying "A scholar must be resolute and persevering" is exactly what it means for a gentleman to have a steadfast will. Ji Rui achieved this, and did it very successfully.

Amidst the splattering blood, the scholar remained unperturbed and even stood up again.

"Also, you don't understand the name Ji Zaochen."

It was this name that awakened him.

The demonic monk, whose mind was focused on this place, was enraged. Since that was the case, he decided to teach this arrogant scholar a lesson.

With a thought, dark clouds gathered over the mural world, for the heavens of this world were wrathful. But this did not frighten Ji Zaochen, who was in a state of profound resolve.

Because Master Xu has arrived.

The void was split open by two hands, and Chongqi's first instructor made his appearance.

Xu Xuan looked at Ji Rui's current state and felt indescribable emotions. The former friend who called him Brother Hanwen when they first met, the playboy who liked to go to pleasure boats, the genius who was good at arithmetic, the troublemaker who liked to cause trouble, the close friend of Zao and Ning Caichen, and the scholar who could understand the principles.

All sorts of images transformed into the disheveled man at this moment.

He raised his hand to remove the carving knife from his arm, then pulled out a red kasaya and tied it over the wound, letting the rest of the robe flutter in the wind, as fiery as flames.

"Ji Zaochen, do you know what you look like right now?"

"Students don't know."

"Like a hero."

A hero is a hero even if he is a lone hero, and a hero is a hero even if no one knows him.

Looking at the face formed by the gathering dark clouds in the sky and the impending thunder, Xu Xuan felt a surge of anger.

Illusions are created by people; this saying is similar to that of those who have attained enlightenment. Bodhisattvas enlighten the ignorant, and a thousand illusions arise simultaneously.

Oh, you demonic monk, you have no idea what true power looks like in a place where miracles can be created by willpower alone.

Let me enlighten this ignorant world.

The goddess, who had been standing there bewildered, suddenly felt fear. The source of the fear was the man holding the carving knife. When the fear reached its limit, it turned into light and shadow and disappeared. She didn't even have the courage to look on.

Teacher Xu didn't care about losing an audience member and began her battlefield instruction.

"This place is a realm where dreams and illusions intertwine; as long as you firmly believe in what you desire, you will obtain it."

"Of course, you must have a good understanding of it."

Ji Rui suddenly realized that the word "early" and the sound of the zither came from his own beliefs and his understanding of his friend.

He didn't quite understand what the teacher said next, though.
"For example, I want to cut off the sky above my head."

The brain shut down, and thoughts that would never arise in this world for normal people and normal cultivators were transmitted to the mind for the first time through sound.

This concept was appearing for the first time, and even the demonic monk above felt a sense of fear.

Heaven is the supreme ruler of all gods, so how should Heaven be cut?
"First, we need to know what the sky is. The sky is space, time, vastness, infinity, and represents power, authority, and order."

Deconstruction begins; goals are clarified.

"Next we need something that can contend with the combination of infinite power and absolute authority, such as ideas."

Heat, extreme heat, bursts forth from the blood, from the bones, from the heart, from the soul, and is equally inexhaustible.

It is equally vast, capable of encompassing everything, and also capable of burning everything.

"Then, put your strength into your weapon, which could be your fist, a sword, a roadside stone, or a carving knife."

The sharpness felt almost tangible; even with his robe protecting him, Ji Rui was still stung and tears welled in his eyes.

But he didn't look away. He had a premonition that what he was about to see was a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

Raise the carving knife, aim it at the sky, and slash!

As the arm swung down, the carving knife slowly fell, seemingly striking something even though it was empty air.

Ji Rui heard the soft hum of a blade, joy, anger, sorrow, and many other sounds.

They also heard the terrified voice of the demonic monk, as well as sounds like tearing cloth and collapsing rocks.

A black dot appeared at one end of the sky, then a line extended out and continued to the other end of the sky.

Dark clouds, lightning, the demonic monk's face, and the sky were all—

separate!

A resolute will blocked the invisible force, preventing the ugly scar from healing.

Ji Rui felt like crying at that moment. It was the emotion of seeing something so awe-inspiring that was beyond description, and it was also a feeling of longing and impulse.

"Remember, if there is ever another place that combines illusion and dreams, believe that you can do anything you want."

After saying that, he threw Ji Rui from the ground into the sky, through the crack, and he landed directly outside the mural.

The demonic monk emerged as if facing a formidable enemy, a knife scar running down the center of his face that would never heal.

"Who the hell are you?!"

(End of this chapter)