Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 502 Heard a Familiar Voice
In the small courtyard of Qiantang.

Xu Xuan calculated with his fingers and found that everything was calm and peaceful.

As expected, the Nine Provinces still love me. They suppressed so many karmic entanglements and gave me a proper vacation.

So I stretched and decided to go for a stroll in my little car and enjoy the peace and quiet.

The scenery of West Lake is beautiful in winter; go and take a look.

Using some clever tricks, they calmly traversed the Qiantang River.

After hesitating for a while as I passed Baoan Hall, I decided that business was more important, so I turned a corner and went in to see what everyone was doing.

After a while, his expression became somewhat subtle, and his demeanor changed several times.

Nobody's here.

It's normal that Xiaoqing isn't here; Lady White Snake found a winter cultivation method for her to digest her recent cultivation.

Using the right timing and the instinct of hibernation to purify one's magical power and spiritual realm.

Try to eliminate any trace of the power of wishes brought by Suicune, leaving only the purest essence, so that we can go further in the future.

Everyone else going out showed some dedication.

Li Yingqi has already gone out to slay demons and monsters. Demons and monsters are not currently visible in various parts of Jiangnan, but with the help of the power of the Taihu Lake basin, a great deal of intelligence can be obtained.

Some seemingly real but not quite real entities can be investigated, such as the eerie silkworm horse.

Anyway, Li Xianfeng has a destiny that turns bad luck into good luck, and not many people in Jiangnan can keep her here.

Master Mao went to Jiangbei to investigate a fellow cultivator who had suddenly disappeared. This was an accident caused by a typical procedural error.

It is said that in the spring market north of the Yangtze River, there are villagers selling pears that are quite sweet and fragrant, but are very expensive.

Another ragged Taoist priest, unable to obtain a pear, pestered the villagers, who cursed him in anger. Finally, he obtained a pear core, and used magic to plant a pear tree amidst the commotion. Under the watchful eyes of thousands, the tree blossomed and bore fruit, large, fragrant, and abundant.

The villagers shared the pears, and when they finally looked back at the cart after watching the spectacle, the pears were all gone. They then realized that what they had distributed were all their own.

It seems to be a small story about a Taoist priest who was annoyed by a pear seller's haggling over every penny and gave him a minor punishment. It has the air of a wise folk sage.

Xu Xuan was quite impressed by the severity of the punishments in ancient times; they were all methods designed to drive people to their deaths.

The villagers had a cart full of the best pears, and the damage to the handlebars was more than just a minor injury; they might have had to jump into the river.

The missing rogue cultivators were investigating that shabby Taoist, since the Taoist acted without any scruples, unlike the righteous path.

According to procedure, he should have reported to the Suzhou branch first, but he was too impatient and chose to leave a letter and investigate on his own later.

Master Mao's purpose this time was to find the person. As the department leader, he had to make up for any shortcomings in his training himself, and he hoped that the person was alright.

Of course, the old man from Baoan Hall did things in a very methodical way, choosing to invite Gui Da to go along.

Whether it's seeking good fortune and avoiding misfortune, or warding off disasters and calamities, it's the most useful companion.

They also borrowed a squad of demon soldiers from Yu Bai to search along the waterways on the north bank.

This cautious yet sophisticated style comes from the founder, Master Xu.

Yan Chixia, having heard that the Shushan Divine Sword had appeared in the Lingnan region to the south, packed his bags and went to retrieve it.

A swordsman of the third realm can roam the world alone and be invincible.

The remaining people were all busy with their own things.

Yu Yingnan and Yan Renying are diligently cultivating themselves, hoping to one day roam the world like Li Yingqi.

Even though the destiny of Mount Shu has been broken, the talents of the Three Heroes and Two Clouds were already extraordinary. With the profound teachings and top-notch cultivation resources they gained at Baoan Hall, their progress has been rapid. They will likely have the opportunity to touch the edge of entering the Dao this year. "These young people are truly remarkable. They don't even need to eat people; they can achieve this level through hard work alone," a demon who had entered the Dao in a few days remarked with admiration.

Turning around again, wow, the children in Dugu Garden were all doing what they could.

The older children take care of the younger ones. They study at school hours, and after class they weave bamboo baskets or do handicrafts. Those with talent will even work as medicine boys in the front hall of Baoan Hall.

No one was idle; the entire organization radiated vitality, and that tenacious life force was highly infectious.

Master Xu pushed the cart around the front and back yards, feeling increasingly uneasy.

The wheels, which were gliding towards West Lake, suddenly came to a stop!
"Hi!"

"So what if my legs are injured? So what if I roam the land? In the grand scheme of things, who isn't just trying to survive?"

"Dongting Lake has not yet been conquered, Yangzhou has not yet been brought under control, Bao'an Hall has not yet grown strong, the demons of Sichuan have not yet been wiped out, and even the old emperor is still alive and well!"

"How can a minor injury stop the advance of a passionate man like me!"

I gritted my teeth and decided to go to West Lake for spiritual exchange another day!

He's going to build a career! A really big one!

I never imagined I would be so deeply moved by the people of Baoantang. This is what you call the fiery enthusiasm of the working people.

Even the steely-hearted Xu Laomo couldn't withstand it.

He made a U-turn on the spot, the lower wheel of the car was pulled so hard that sparks flew, and he rushed back to the backyard of Baoan Hall with sparks and lightning all the way, opened all the documents and began a brainstorming session.

The grand strategy of the 37th year of Wenhe has begun!

Bai Suzhen, lying at the bottom of West Lake, had a strange expression. She sensed that the number one troublemaker in Qiantang was about to arrive, and she was used to that kind of peculiar whim.

That's the downside of having a high cultivation level; you can see scenery that ordinary cultivators can't.

Especially under the reflection of the half-willow leaf in her hand, one could clearly see the huge black sun hanging in the city, wandering around every day, which was annoying.

But why did we go back?

Out of curiosity, Lady White Snake used a minor supernatural power to look down over the Qiantang River and saw a man as swift as the wind drifting along, pushing a small cart.
"As expected, I still don't understand why someone like this would have a love triangle with me."

A smile unconsciously appeared on the beautiful woman's face; she really thought Xu Hanwen was quite amusing.

Meanwhile, the storm in Jinhua started first.

Ning Caichen was staring blankly at the zither in the courtyard. The ancient emperors were all outstanding artists, with great achievements in both music and dance.

With the addition of offerings from later generations of humankind and mythology, the artistic conception within the music has become extraordinarily terrifying.

Even a talented player like him would find it difficult to master; in Shi Kuang's words, it lacks the necessary experience and refinement.

Ning Caichen doesn't lack experience that involves fighting and killing.

What's lacking is the grand vision of humanity, the magnanimity to bring lasting peace. Professor Shi only grasped this concept after fleeing the capital.

If I could visit the capital this year and see the scenery in the heart of China, I might be able to understand.

Meanwhile, Zao was reading and practicing swordsmanship on the side, adjusting his own state.

Upon returning to Qiantang, I will continue to talk to the stone tablet and try to retrieve Zhanlu as soon as possible.

The provincial examinations couldn't stop them, but he had a premonition that things would be very turbulent once they arrived in the capital.

Therefore, acquiring greater power sooner will bring a greater sense of security.

Just then, Ning Caichen suddenly looked in one direction and heard the sound of horses' hooves! And the familiar sound of a heartbeat!
(End of this chapter)