Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 323 What kind of talent is this?
Baoan Hall.

Xu Xuan is showing concern for the Taoist priest who was injured in the line of duty.

As a relatively normal cultivator, Master Mao was unfamiliar with injuries to the soul, and the backlash from the Shadow Inheritance further hindered his self-healing, which was truly tragic.

Now, he lies bedridden, his face ashen, his breath faint, as if he might pass away at any moment.

It's clear that he won't be able to go out on fieldwork for a while, and he can't even handle the internal affairs of the Baoan Hall.

Xu Xuan firmly rejected the old Taoist priest's boastful words.

"To forcibly influence the fortunes of those in power with a Taoist cultivation level is lucky if you don't die."

"Since Xiaoqing is also in seclusion, let Gui Da take charge during this time."

Master Xu was quite confident in this agile old tortoise. It had only lost one shell after being caught in the calamity, which showed its skill.

Moreover, if it hadn't revealed Li Yingqi's name in its letter, I wouldn't have resorted to the most brutal method to break the calamity.

This innate ability to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune must be taken seriously.

But the tortoise standing to the side was extremely unwilling.

The things that Anbado usually does are too dangerous; his own life-saving substitute technique can be broken so easily.

Who knows, he might offend some powerful figure one day and become a dead turtle.

Furthermore, there are many mundane matters to attend to. This time, the idiot Taoist saved many children, and he has to treat them, raise them, and supervise their studies.

Good heavens, it's a monster! These little rascals are so annoying.

Of course, I would never dare to refuse; the woman behind Little Green King is too terrifying.

The ancient water god Gonggong's shamanistic rituals can still be performed today; he can even grab the hundred-mile-long Xin'an River and use it as a weapon, making him as powerful as a god or a demon.

So she forced a smile to show that she was willing to share the burden for Young Master Xu.

"Don't be reluctant. Miss Bai has witnessed how you saved Xiaoqing this time."

"so."

One thing that makes the turtle's mind wander.

Yes, I saved the big boss's sister, so even if something slips through her fingers, I'll be on the verge of taking off.

Although Baoan Temple is dangerous, great opportunities will surely come after the worst is over.

"Don't worry, Young Master Xu, leave Baoan Hall to me."

He immediately patted his chest and pledged his loyalty, he was so serious about it.

After handing the Taoist priest over to Gui Da, Xu Xuan went to check on the protagonist of the calamity.

In the clinic.

Li Yingqi was taking care of a blind little girl. When he removed the dressing and looked at her empty eye sockets, a surge of anger welled up involuntarily.

The red dot between his brows seemed to leap like flames, and his eyes held not only tears but also endless murderous intent.

She tried her best to control her trembling hands, gently changed the dressing, and finally covered those eyes with a piece of cloth.

"Yingqi, my eyes don't hurt anymore, so don't worry."

Cui Cui gripped her playmate's sleeve tightly.

The destruction of her family, the pain of having her eyes gouged out, and being left to fend for herself outside the city—all of this was far too cruel for a young girl who was still a minor.

Even though she was rescued by kind people, the fear of being blind in an unfamiliar place was deeply rooted in her heart.

She burst into tears yesterday after reuniting with Yingqi, which was heartbreaking.

The silence during her dressing change today prompted her to instinctively use clumsy words to soothe the human-shaped flames so close to her.

It was precisely because of this understanding that I knew what kind of temperament my friend had, and she said something that touched my heart in a soft and gentle way.

Such kindness is like a rough stone thrown into the heart, piercing and causing pain.

Li Yingqi forced a smile at the worried little face opposite him, then remembered that the other person couldn't see.
A stone lodged in his chest, a knot of frustration he couldn't untie.

Trying to control her tone, she began to reassure her friend using methods she wasn't very good at. "Cui Cui, that bad guy is dead."

Cui Cui's body trembled as the terrifying memory resurfaced.

Li Yingqi was dumbfounded, as if he had said something wrong.

But in her world, the simple pattern of revenge is the norm, and she has no idea what to say.

Fortunately, someone came to the rescue; a male voice appeared, carrying a sense of peace and compassion.

“Miss Cui Cui, there’s no need to worry.”

"Li Yingqi has now apprenticed under a super powerful master, who is also the second manager of Baoan Hall."

"You can learn skills and principles later, and once you've learned those, you can protect me."

Xu Xuan happened to arrive and witnessed this scene. Li Yingqi was a master at killing, but he was also quick to appease people.

A girl under ten years old, after experiencing so much suffering, felt more fear than bloody revenge.

"Come with me to the backyard, I have something to say to Yingqi."

They weren't separated, since they weren't going to talk about anything sensitive anyway.

Doctors and apprentices along the way stopped what they were doing when they saw Xu Xuan pass by, and even some richly dressed patients bowed in the same way.

"Manager Xu", "Young Master Xu", "Lord Xu", "Instructor Xu"

It kept ringing out, exuding an imposing aura.

Xiaoqing didn't have a chance to pretend before someone else did.

Li Yingqi looked on with great admiration; her senior apprentice was so handsome.

She could tell that everyone's respect stemmed from the bottom of their hearts.

Everyone was naturally in awe.

This is Qiantang.

Few people are unaware of the formidable reputation of Qiantang Town, the Iron Palm Town.

Young Master Xu has been operating here for almost two years. His position as a teacher at Chongqi Academy is enough to give him a lot of influence, but his other identities are also quite impressive.

He befriended everyone from powerful figures like Yu Gong, who could suppress an entire region, to the virtuous brother of Song Youde, the county magistrate who broke down the gate, and even legendary figures who intimidated all ruffians and scoundrels.

In this place, who wouldn't give Young Master Xu some face?

None of the patients dared to cause trouble or stage accidents, and other clinics didn't dare to trip them up either.

Xu Xuan, who had come to the backyard, had Cui Cui sit down to the side, and then began to teach Ying Qi.

“Your Master Qing is currently in seclusion, so I will be teaching in his place during this time.”

Tell me what she taught you.

After listening to the little girl's academic report, Xu Xuan thought, "That's Xiao Qing's style."

He has not accepted any disciples for five hundred years, simply because the world is full of fools.

He just spouts a shoddy version of the Yue Maiden Sword technique, claiming he'll formally become a disciple after mastering it. He's such a show-off; I wonder who he learned it from.

"In that case, let's have a rehearsal and see how well you've practiced."

Li Yingqi calmly drew his sword, and in an instant, the entire backyard fell silent.

Xu Xuan let out a soft "hmm," which sounded somewhat like a sense of harmony between man and nature.
The sword light slowly rose, breathing and pulsating in harmony with the heavens and earth.

Unfolding, it's a scroll painting of the ancient Yue Kingdom from a thousand years ago. There are lakes, mountains, and a woman in green dancing with a sword in the past.

With a soft murmur, sword energy surged forth, dividing into yin and yang, experiencing rise and fall. Its principles were subtle yet easy, its meaning profound yet deep.

Sometimes it is unpredictable, like the ever-changing winds and clouds. Sometimes it is ordinary, like a stream flowing through the mountains.

Xu Xuan was furious; this was going too far.
Sword techniques are still evolving, cultivating inner spirit while outwardly displaying composure, arranging forms to await the coming of energy, and moving in sync with the spirit.

(End of this chapter)