Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 482 Young Master Ji Enjoys the Show

The woman in white stood there dumbfounded. She had practiced martial arts since childhood and was considered to have extraordinary courage, but such ruthless decisiveness still frightened her.

The eccentric characters in the storybooks are strange and peculiar; I never imagined that this seemingly weak scholar would be the same.

She immediately clasped her hands in gratitude: "This humble woman, Fu Qingfeng, thanks you for saving my sister."

"I do not know your esteemed name, senior. The Fu family will repay any kindness shown to us."

His spirited tone was full of confidence and the air of someone in a superior position.

It's definitely not one person.

Ning Caichen was filled with turmoil, looking at the person in front of him with complicated emotions.

If he could see through everything, he wouldn't have become a demon.

He deliberately avoided looking in the direction of the woman and said with a sigh, "Chongqi, Ning Caichen."

This melancholy demeanor made his pretty-boy charm even more apparent.

Fu Qingfeng looked at himself and thought, "I'm quite good-looking, so why doesn't he look at me?"
The gears of fate may have been broken, but they still keep turning, albeit with some stumbles.

Some people continue with the same pattern of life, while others start a new chapter.

For example, Young Master Ji.

After returning home, I received the highest level of treatment, almost comparable to that of the old man.

The brothers who had been gossiping were now all very respectful, and the women in their father's household were sent to another courtyard.

The whole house has been completely transformed.

“Rui’er, this year when we go back to our ancestral home to pay respects to our ancestors, prepare an article.”

These words drew envious glances from the brothers outside, who saw no difference between this and inheriting the position of family head.

It should be noted that the Ji family's ancestral home and clan land were not in the same place. When the previous dynasty was destroyed, they migrated to other places to escape the war.

This year, Ji's father went to great lengths to pray for Ji Rui's well-being.

The old father had originally given up on this son, but the little rascal turned out to be quite promising.

He passed the entrance exam for Chongqi and traveled to Bailu for further studies. Gradually, he gained some positive reputation, and his scholarship improved year by year.

The tutor hired by the family couldn't even assess their abilities and was even tortured in the opposite direction, which shows how amazing their learning results were.

I hope that our ancestors will bless me so that I can be born into a good family during the autumn imperial examinations.

Merchants are merchants; even with precedents like the Lü, Mi, and Zhen families, they remain at the bottom of society.

Now that a new way out has emerged, ambition has arisen.

Ji Fu was all too aware of the immense power that officials wielded after a unified and centralized system of power.

Rich? Rich is nothing.

If a county magistrate really dislikes a family, he might not wipe them out, but he could still get himself into serious trouble.

As for revenge, they wouldn't dare do it at all. Which official doesn't have relatives, friends, classmates, mentors, or family backgrounds?

And now, the little one in the family has that possibility.

Chongqi came from a prominent family, associated with scions of aristocratic families, and had the backing of the Jiangnan cultural tradition. If he were to enter officialdom, he would not be a nobody without any connections.

Ji's father had such a beautiful dream; he brought a whole bunch of things to offer as sacrifices to the ancestors.

Recently, things have been quite unsettled in various places, so he took many guards and newly recruited retainers with him on the journey.

First, they encountered a deserted village inn, where the honest-looking innkeeper was holding tea and trying to approach them to solicit customers.

Ji Rui's eyes narrowed, and he was about to show off his skills when the guard beat him to it, drawing his sword and refusing to let the shopkeeper approach.

Continuing on, they came across another pretty woman who had sold herself into servitude to bury her father.

Her tearful face evoked pity and stirred a man's protective instincts.

Furthermore, a woman should dress elegantly in mourning attire, and this outfit, combined with her graceful figure, is simply too tempting to commit a crime in the wilderness.

Ji Rui sneered, "How dare a mere demon like you?"
"Here's your reward, get out of the way!"

The guard leader threw a few copper coins, then continued to draw his sword and threaten.

The filial daughter trembled as she picked up the copper coin, then dragged the bamboo mat away from there, a truly pitiful sight.

If a poet named Du Fu were to pass by, he would surely include the Ji family father and son in his poems.

Unfortunately, Young Master Ji showed no remorse whatsoever, and even felt itchy all over, as if he wouldn't give him a chance at all.

Then I saw a strange fruit by the roadside, which looked like a peach.

Its bright red color exudes auspiciousness, and its wonderful fragrance is irresistible, making one's mouth water.

Needless to say, the convoy cautiously circled around it.

Even the horses' mouths and noses were covered with cloth, showing an unusual level of caution.

Ji Rui was truly frustrated, as he, the White Deer Scholar, hadn't even had a chance to make an appearance. Ji's father, on the other hand, was quite pleased with himself; after traveling all over the country for so many years, how could he lack experience?

And
"This 'Chongqi Holiday Guide' compiled by Instructor Xu is truly a divine book, as it summarizes so many supernatural and dangerous situations."

This is the fundamental reason why Young Master Ji has no place to use his talents; Master Xu's influence is everywhere.

The old man couldn't understand so many of the sages' sayings, but this was the only one he could read with complete absorption.

I treasured it like a precious gem and looked at it frequently.

"With the help of this book, the world will be free to move about without hindrance."

Ji Rui's spirits lifted; this was not something to be said.

Sure enough, the next moment the fog rolled in and engulfed the convoy.

The worshipper sensed the demonic aura and jumped out to cast a spell, but the miasma clouded his mind and left him stunned on the spot.

Although Ji Rui was startled, he remained calm, finally waiting for his turn to appear.

With a flick of his wrist, he drew his dagger, ready to summon a white deer to launch a sneak attack at any moment.

Upon hearing the monster's first words, his eyes darted around, and he pretended to be affected, collapsing at his father's feet with his ears perked up.

"Ji Sanlang, it's been a long time."

The ethereal female voice was filled with sorrow, and the intense emotional fluctuations told a story.

Father Ji's expression changed drastically on the spot: "Weren't you dead?"

Ji Rui lay on the ground listening with great interest; it turned out that the older generation had quite a few stories to tell.

To say that the Ji family was able to amass such a large fortune, the old father was a key figure who experienced many ups and downs in his youth.

In his youth, he was just an ordinary young man who gradually expanded his assets by doing business with several brothers from other families.

They come together because of money, and they part ways because of money.

It's common for people to be neither good nor broad-minded.

One of them, however, became increasingly angry after suffering a loss, and ended up dying of anger.

His wife was a northern barbarian, and she had a temper even stronger than her husband.

Feeling powerless, he resorted to extremes.

They sacrificed the lives of their entire family and all their wealth to persuade a northern barbarian priest to use the power of an evil god to cast a spell.

The more outstanding the descendant of the Ji family is, the more likely they are to encounter misfortune.

Interpreted using the hexagrams of the Central Plains, this signifies an unexpected disaster, or a tethered ox, a traveler's gain, or a calamity for a womanizer.

This directly cut off the Ji family's path to advancement, and they will gradually disappear into the past.

For ambitious people, this is the cruelest punishment.

In the past, the one who suffered the most misfortunes in the Ji family was Ji's father. After a few incidents, he became much more obedient, stayed in Jiangnan and stopped expanding outwards. He also hired a deity to resolve minor disasters and donated large sums of money to Taoist temples and Buddhist temples, thus living a peaceful life for the rest of his days.

Later, Ji Rui rose to prominence and was replaced.

The woman came to Jiangnan today to seek revenge because she discovered that the Ji family was doing quite well, and in recent days, they even seemed to be thriving.

I can tolerate it, but of course I can't!
So he directly used his magical power to carry out the most direct and satisfying revenge.

Ji Rui was initially engrossed in listening, but as he listened, he realized that this gossip was now affecting him.

Guo Bei, Jianye, Huabi—he had experienced so many life-or-death crises and lost so many opportunities and treasures.
He stood up straight, his face a hundred times more terrifying than a ghost, which really startled Father Ji and the female ghost.

"You did it?!"

Who says the aura of plague demons is bad? This is wonderful!

My teeth are grinding so hard they're itchy!!!
White deer appears, headbutt!

A massive amount of pure energy rushed into the female ghost's body, freezing her in place.

Along with it, pure energy from the sky scattered across this place, scorching away all evil forces.

Holding a small, self-disciplined knife, he ignored the curse power of the Northern Evil God and stabbed it fiercely, shattering the opponent's form.

The battle is over.

The white deer is a mythical creature nurtured by the cultural heritage of Jiangnan, comparable to auspicious beasts like the dragon, horse, and qilin.

After the battle in the painting, Ji Ruiqiang has no upper limit to strength and no lower limit to weakness; it all depends on how he uses his self-discipline.

Such a combination would prevent ordinary demons from even having a chance to exchange blows.

He collected the remaining black blood into his knife, preparing to consult Master Xu before the start of the semester to see if he had any lingering concerns.

As the saying goes, "The jade cage is shattered and the colorful phoenix flies away; the golden lock is suddenly broken and the dragon runs free."

If he could, he planned to break the golden lock himself.

(End of this chapter)