Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 346 The Nickname Reappears
The wronged souls await the day the murderer arrives, witnessing his suffering so that the victims may find peace of mind.

While order still exists in the City of the Wrongfully Dead, simply waiting here will allow you to witness the suffering of those evil spirits who have taken lives, and your resentment will naturally dissipate.

Unfortunately, this benefit was no longer available after the collapse of Shinto.

Unexpectedly, it came true today.

Even if Zhang San becomes a ghost, he will never forget that man.

The source of all calamities.

He was a notorious rogue in Qiantang, a notorious bully who preyed on men and women, stole chickens and dogs, and committed all sorts of evil deeds. The gangsters all recognized the name Zhang San.

Unfortunately, on that day, when he was trying to extort money from people as usual, he encountered a different kind of scholar.

Confucius said, "If you see something that is right, do not do it."
Confucius said that three palm strikes ruined his future in the underworld. Later, he was even more tragically killed by a powerful figure behind him who extracted his soul and transformed him into a ghost dog to scout the way. In the end, he died under the influence of fate.

It's worth noting that Zhu Wuyong didn't care about such small fry at all, and his lack of proficiency with unorthodox methods was the reason he left behind a remnant soul.

Of course, it's also because Xu Xuan didn't understand cultivation at that time. If he had been skilled in managing battlefields later on, there wouldn't be any remnants of that style.

Through a series of coincidences, this guy arrived at the City of the Wrongfully Dead, fueled by his last bit of resentment.

If we're talking about a violent death, then he truly deserves it.

As one of the original Zhang San, he must have had some talent to make a name for himself.

After joining the Black Mountain Army, it was easy to rise to prominence through flattery and ruthlessness.

After all, not all ghosts had such poor survival rules in their previous lives; they all had an adaptation period.

But he was different; he had resentment and resourcefulness, and quickly gained recognition.

Today, I even encountered my greatest wish after death.

The resentment in his triangular eyes burned fiercely, and his mouth stretched to his ears in a wide grin.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that although the scholar had changed into a more splendid set of clothes, he was dead, and that was that.

"Jie jie jie jie jie jie jie jie jie"

"Scholar Xu!"

"You've finally gotten what you deserve!!!"

I thought this kind of scholar in the mortal world would live a few more years, but I didn't expect him to die in just two years.

Heaven has opened its eyes; since this is the case, we cannot let this great gift go to waste.

drink!
With a single effort, he would break free from the hand on his shoulder, and then torture this beast mercilessly using the most cruel methods.

drink!
Hmm? That's quite a bit of strength? You do have some of the strength you had in your previous life, but I, Zhang San, am no longer the Zhang San I was in life!

drink!
Holy crap?! This isn't right!!!

Overwhelmed with shock and rage, his body, which had been exerting force continuously, remained unchanged as if it were lagging or dropping in frame. Despite shaking his shoulder several times, the iron palm on his shoulder still firmly pressed down on the ghost's body.

Something seems wrong!
Xu Xuan's feelings were not as complicated as Zhang San's; he only felt a little bit of joy.

It's like meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

Zhang San, the first generation, was his first opponent. At that time, Xu Xuan was just a weak scholar who had just transmigrated, and he was somewhat afraid when he made his move.

But to see justice without acting is not cowardly. With the spirit of a scholar, he struck out with three palms, thus earning the reputation of "Iron Palm Suppressing Qiantang".

It was a pleasant surprise to see an acquaintance in the City of the Dead today.

You should know that since he started cultivating, no enemy has been able to retain their soul after offending the Holy Father; they all meet the fate of having their souls scattered.

Furthermore, in the vast underworld, having traversed numerous great and small hells, what karmic connection could lead to such an encounter within a colossal city spanning five hundred miles?

It was indeed the right decision to release Zhu Yingtai and Zhang Hua.

After greeting him, seeing that Zhang San was inexplicably twitching, he kindly let go of his hand.

Let's see what our old acquaintances have to say.

This release caused Zhang San, who was struggling, to stumble and almost fall.

Facing the astonished gazes of his soldiers, he felt a long-lost sense of shame.

Those eyes
This moment is just like that moment before. Ghosts have no blood, only the yin energy within their souls. At this moment, Master Zhang is once again overwhelmed by yin energy.

Filled with resentment, he drew his Yin Iron Greatsword and placed it in front of him; its gleaming cold light gave him immense courage.

"Scholar Xu, don't think you can act recklessly just because you have some brute strength."

"I'm not a thug anymore, I'm a centurion in the Black Mountain Army!"

"This isn't some run-down place like Qiantang; it's the City of the Wrongfully Dead. The supreme Black Mountain King won't back up a scholar like you."

After showing their fists and the background, it's the same old routine.

"In the name of the Black Mountain Army."

"I suspect you entered the City of the Wrongfully Dead with malicious intent. Surrender now!!!"

With their positions reversed, Zhang San is now the superior person in the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Xu Xuanping nodded calmly, indicating that he had come here to do something improper, and that Xu Xuanping had discovered him.

And they have no intention of surrendering.

Besides
"You even know the phrases 'intending to do something wrong' and 'surrender without resistance'? You've improved."

Holy crap, is this the important point?!
You can't see the ghost-headed broadsword that's over a meter long, you can't see the pitch-black armor of the ghost soldiers, and you can't hear the name I call out?
What do I care how many words I learned or how many meanings they have?!
It's breached, completely breached.

This shows a lack of respect; the scholar showed no fear whatsoever, even in death.

"Third Master, this kid seems to look down on you!"

His underlings had finally figured out something, but saying such things at this point would make Centurion Zhang seem rather foolish.

Zhang San was furious.

baby ya ya ya
Black smoke billowed from his seven orifices, a testament to his undying resentment.

He swung his broadsword and charged forward, intending to dismember the bastard's arms and legs first.

At that time, the scholar will definitely beg for mercy with snot and tears streaming down his face, just like the other ghosts!
Out of fear of the divine power that had just pressed down on his shoulder, he even unleashed his ultimate killing move.

"Three Yin Blade Technique!"

Yes, it's a sword technique with a name and a lineage; it's a Yin soldier technique that the Black Mountain Demon found among the legacies of the underworld.

The black blade danced in the air, forming a cold gleam, and the blade's energy scraped deep marks into the soil and stones on both sides of the alley.

Yin energy, malevolent energy, and resentment surged forth, mixing with it and adding immense power.

After two years in the Black Mountain Army, Zhang San has truly made progress.

Xu Xuan sighed upon seeing this.

It seems that resolving the issue peacefully will be very difficult.

Do you really want me to put on an act in front of my old friends again?

Instead of retreating, she advanced, extending her fair and jade-like hand as lightly as if parting the smoke before her eyes.

Three crisp sounds were heard.

The black, cold light vanished completely, and the greatsword was broken into four pieces.

"What...what is this?!?"

Third Master stared in horror at the hilt of the knife in his hand, feeling the pain of the broken blade slicing across his face. This couldn't be explained by innate superhuman strength.

I was terrified, and even wondered if I had mistaken a ghost for someone else.

How could Xu Shusheng have acquired such skills after only two years?

To be honest, even now, Xu Shusheng feels that the past two years have been too exciting, even incredibly exciting.

They're all dead, so let's not dwell on past grievances.

I calmly made up a reason.

"Alas, after you died, I also got a nickname: Iron Palm Shakes the Qiantang River."

(End of this chapter)