Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 553 The Time and Place Have Arrived
After suffering several losses, it realized that although the demon was not dead, half of its body had already merged with the sacred mountain.

To be trapped here for the rest of one's life, until one's soul perishes and returns to the world, is truly a cruel punishment.

But who exactly is Dansheng?! What kind of genius would come up with such an outrageous name?

Just as he was getting angry, he saw his most foolish son coming to him.

"Fine, fine, this is perfect for venting my anger." Before Hu Qiang could say anything, they started beating him up.

How dare you show your face in front of me!

"If it weren't for you, you little beast, I'd still be living a carefree life on Phoenix Mountain!"

"You brainless idiot who didn't even transform into human form, you moron!"

It's better to beat a child on a rainy day when you have nothing better to do. Besides, there's actually a reason for the beating.

Hu Qiang, who was being beaten and howling, was stunned for a moment. Then, a rebellious spirit grew in his heart, and his fear and guilt towards his father disappeared.

You think you're the only one who has it tough? I had it easier after I switched from one White Lotus Demon Lord to another.
As the saying goes, anger arises from the heart, and evil is born from the gall.

He was never a good person to begin with, and now he can betray others with even greater ease.

A centipede lashed its tail and evaded the beating, which only fueled the old father's anger. "You dare to dodge?!"
"enough!"

"I now represent that esteemed one!"

He said this with his chest out and head held high, his tone loud and imposing, very domineering.

There's a sense of arrogance and aggression about this guy, it's infuriating to watch.

But after hearing just that one sentence, the Golden Cymbal Dharma King couldn't bring his hand down. Although he had the majesty of a demon king, he was still afraid of death.

Hu Qiang was immediately smug, thinking, "So that's all you've got."

It seems I'll have to cling to that person's coattails from now on, so I can become someone important too.

"Ahem, listen up, Jinbo."

"The master said that you have been targeted by the righteous alliance formed by the monk Dao Yi, and a master will come to subdue you on the day of Jingzhe (the day of the Awakening of Insects)."

"Immediately head to Guangling to hide; demons will come to your aid."

The old centipede spirit is a bit angry. How dare you, a little brat, call it "Golden Cymbals"?

And isn't the Illusionary Transformation Sect currently hunting down the White Lotus? Oh, that's true too.

But is this kid lying to me?
Without saying a word, Hu Qiang slapped his forehead, revealing the demonic soul along with the pure and untainted white lotus.

Do you think I'm lying? This is definitely an order from the White Lotus Demon Lord.

The Dharma King quickly sent the demon spirit back and whispered angrily, telling it not to reveal the thing.

Right now, we can say it's just the demons fighting over territory, or that they've gone mad. But if word gets out, they'll surely die.

Hu Qiang was secretly pleased with himself. "You think you can survive by not showing yourself?"

From now on, the master of Phoenix Mountain will be me, Dharma King Hu. I just don't know if this golden cymbal can be left behind. Theoretically, this magic weapon should be an heirloom.

The eager son led his elderly father on their way there, afraid of being late and missing the appointed time.

Finally, the time has come.

On the day of the Awakening of Insects, the world seemed to be awakened by an invisible force. The morning sky was still tranquil, but a deep rumble came from the horizon.

The sound gradually grew clearer as it approached.

Immediately afterwards, a silvery-white bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, splitting the gray canopy apart. In an instant, the world was illuminated.

A deafening clap of thunder suddenly boomed, as if the sky had been torn apart, causing the earth to tremble slightly. The thunder rolled in like a thousand horses galloping past, its powerful momentum inspiring awe.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King and Hu Qiang both shuddered, their demonic power being shaken and becoming intermittent.

All the insect-like creatures among the spirits behind were even worse off; those with weak magical power simply transformed back into their original forms and dared not move.

It is said: A clap of thunder at the start of spring opens up the world. Lightning rips through the sky, wind and clouds swirl up dust. Hibernating dragons rise from the abyss, and demons lose their courage. Mountains and rivers tremble, and spring sweeps away the gloom.

The time is ripe, and the location is right before our eyes.

"Please wait a moment, the backup arranged by that lord will be here shortly."

Despite the discomfort caused by the thunder, Hu Qiang took out a small flag and began to wave it.

The river water at their feet began to surge, and the sound of the waves brought a hint of murderous intent.

Guangling Prefecture, Han Canal
In the past, when the general of Wu attacked Qi and dominated China in the north, he built Hancheng southeast of Guangling City. A deep moat was dug under the city, called Hangou, which connected the Yangtze River and the Huai River.

During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, King Fuchai of Wu ordered the excavation of the Han Canal to connect the Yangtze River and the Huai River in order to expand northward and contend for hegemony.

The Hangou Canal was one of the earliest man-made canals, laying the foundation for the development of Guangling.

The reason for choosing this location is that it is not a natural riverbed and there is no water deity here.

Moreover, this location is truly superb. It's located not far outside Wu County.

The written description may not be very helpful, but if we were to describe it in terms of location, it is across the river from Jinshan Temple, and you can walk straight for forty miles across the north bank of the Yangtze River.

At this moment, Jinshan Temple is filled with demonic energy.

Guangliang was somewhat worried. Where did this demon come from, with such a large presence and such audacity?

Is it crazy to launch a forced march on the day of the Awakening of Insects?
He was somewhat uneasy. Qingyou was still training in another place, the abbot was not in the temple, and there was only the monk Baizhu who could barely be considered a helper.

If the enemy were to truly become insane and attack Jinshan Temple, he might not be able to withstand it.

Fortunately, the monk Baizhu brought the abbot's latest instructions: to stay indoors and chant sutras, avoiding karmic consequences.

“Amitabha, since it is the abbot’s order, there must be a reason for it.”

Guangliang naturally trusted Master Fahai's abilities and immediately began organizing the closure of the mountain gate and sending the pilgrims back to Dantu.

The monk Baizhu returned to his room and shut down his five senses and six consciousnesses. He was an arthropod, arachnid, and would also feel very uncomfortable in this weather.

Another person also noticed the demonic aura emanating from Jiangbei and even knew information about the two sides in the battle. The Dragon Lord was already standing at the river's mouth, the best vantage point for observing the battle.

With a jar of fine wine and a water monster he casually captured in Jingzhou to serve as a snack, they were ready to start the fight.

He knew about the recent incident where the newly appointed Taihu Water Lord secretly led eight thousand demon soldiers across the river. He even knew where the army was lying in ambush, and he knew exactly what force Baoan Hall was going to conquer this time.

After all, He is the Dragon King of the Yangtze River, and nothing that happens in the river can escape His perception.

Secondly, Xiaoqing burned incense before crossing the river.

It sounds like the idea came from some scheming, hypocritical person. How insidious!

Banners fluttered in the wind, and war drums beat low. The three armies stood in formation before the altar. The altar was high, upon which was set an incense table, on which were displayed the three sacrificial offerings—ox, sheep, and pig—all adorned with red and colorful decorations, symbolizing piety and reverence. Wisps of smoke rose from the incense burner, drifting on the wind, soaring to the heavens and flowing down to the Yangtze River.

King Xiaoqing, clad in armor and with two swords strapped to his back, slowly ascended the altar. He proclaimed in a loud prayer: "Heaven above, earth below, the enemy has invaded our borders, causing widespread suffering. I have been ordered to lead this expedition. I pray that the Dragon King of the Yangtze River will protect us and help my Taihu tribe to quell the bandits and restore peace to Wu County!"

They then threw the offerings into the river, forcibly completing the ceremony.

The idea of ​​the Taihu Lake Water God worshipping the Yangtze River Dragon God is too abstract.

They really don't care about saving face at all, as long as they win.

This bad habit can actually be changed; one doesn't even need to be so respectful to me.

Moreover, the incense at Baoan Temple carries an excessively heavy burden of vows and deep-seated obsessions. They seem to wish that just three sticks of incense would grant the Dragon King's blessing to annihilate the enemy. Such a risky and lucrative scheme is truly bewitching.

Fortunately, He is not a god of incense offerings, otherwise He would have been dragged into the abyss sooner or later.

The Dragon King has now seen the demonic clouds from the north gradually falling into the encirclement.

The route was very straight and smooth, indicating that they had fallen into a trap and had an inside man leading the way.

This battle can be considered over, unless a powerful figure intervenes to reverse the situation.

He would never do such a thing himself; if someone else were to cause trouble, He would accept the offerings.

"The fish and turtles in the Yangtze River will surely be much plumper this year."

From a nutritional point of view, the flesh and blood of the demon race are definitely more nutritious than that of the human race, based on the law of conservation of energy.

Aside from being highly corrosive and easily driving one mad by the aura within flesh and blood, it's practically a great tonic.

Next year, many fish and shrimp in the water may be awakened, the fortune of the water demons will rise, and there will be fewer monsters on the road. This is the balance of the heavens.

With war imminent, Long Jun began to ponder the changes in Baoan Hall and found that the organization created by Bai Lian was becoming increasingly interesting.

For example, the green snake had been following Bai Lian around and evolved from a mindless thug to a supreme being in a region, and had already acquired the qualifications to transform into a dragon.

It's not an evolution in bloodline, but a transformation in spirit and will.

Dragons can be large or small, can rise or hide; when large, they stir up clouds and mist, when small, they conceal their form; when rising, they soar through the universe, when hiding, they lurk within the waves. Now, in the depths of spring, the dragon changes with the season, just as a person who has achieved his ambitions roams freely across the world.

Only by comprehending the principles of change and the spirit of the dragon can one possibly cross the Dragon Gate and be qualified to defy fate.

The green snake has already found the opportunity to become a true dragon.

The human girl following beside her was also quite remarkable; the Sword Master, born under the Mandate of Heaven, had always been a core figure of Mount Shu.

It's unexpected to see such a pure swordsman after the fall of Shu Mountain, and he even walks the path of slaughter.

Not to mention that his luck is still gathering and gathering, seemingly forming a powerful force.

Xu Bailian is a capable person.

So where did that biggest troublemaker go? Why hasn't he shown any sign of coming? Could he be plotting against someone again?

"what?"

"Why did she come here?"

The Dragon King saw a small boat crossing the river northward, and it turned out to be Bai Suzhen.

Why use a sledgehammer to crack a nut?

It's truly baffling. I can't understand why someone of this caliber would get involved in a fight between juniors. They're neither a golden dragon of destiny nor a celestial being.

Bai Suzhen bowed slightly to the Dragon King and continued northward.

It was just to keep her sister in check; besides, if she didn't leave, how could the enemy dare to show up?

It's a very rational way of thinking, but I'm starting to feel like going back. I'm having trouble grasping the Chinese language part.

The Dragon King was unaware of the term "love tribulation," nor did he understand what it meant to be deeply entangled in a tribulation without realizing it.

The desolate mountains of Wu County.

This place once witnessed the fall of the Blood Demon incarnate and the demise of the South China Sea Swordsman.

At the mountain peak, the sea of ​​clouds churned and the pines rustled in the breeze. A scholar in a green robe sat upright atop a giant rock, his figure as proud as a lone pine tree.

His face was clear and bright, his eyebrows and features exquisite, and his eyes were deep and profound. In his hand he held an ancient book, its pages slightly yellowed, the faint scent of ink wafting in the wind.

Listening to the rumbling thunder, I felt neither sorrow nor joy.

With a light flick of the finger.

The two rabbit spirits, who were munching on dry grass, were startled, and the white lotus on their demon souls withered instantly.

Confused, they exchanged a glance and continued munching on the hay, which tasted delicious.

Hu Qiang, standing by the Han Canal, was overjoyed. The official had indeed kept his word and was now free.

Wang Daoling's demonic soul headed towards Qiantang, while the white lotus atop it was glowing faintly.

After a stick of incense.

"You came."

(End of this chapter)