Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 562 Difficulty in Cultivating Supernatural Powers

What a beautiful place with clear waters and lush mountains.

Although it wasn't as dramatic as the transformation of the sea into mulberry fields, the appearance of two supernatural powers in succession was still terrifying.

Even the earth's energy was reshaped, and the mountain stream water was connected to the upstream river channel; everything was so smooth.

Xu Xuan was no stranger to the world; he had once reversed the Yin-Yang boundary, bringing people back to life. He had even destroyed a five-hundred-mile-long city in Hell.

The scale of the scene was much larger than this place, but the significance was different.

Previously, one either needed the power of their own great aspirations or relied on the power of Ksitigarbha's great aspirations; in the end, it was all about overwhelming force and flying bricks, without any logic.

Seeing a few people with supernatural powers who can reason with others makes me feel somewhat ashamed of myself.

If the limits of humankind are already so high, wouldn't immortals truly possess the power to reach the heavens and the earth?

The Father was filled with mixed feelings, and each time his understanding was refreshed.

He's so handsome!

If, after displaying supernatural powers, one were to add a short poem... tsk tsk tsk.

"Ahem, was that Whipping Mountains and Driving Stones and Summoning Wind and Rain from the Thirty-Six Heavenly Gang Techniques?"

His tone was warm, his eyes were gentle, and his posture was mild. Combined with his good looks, he was the perfect gigolo begging for a rich woman's tip.

Bai Suzhen could tell what this guy was up to at a glance, but unfortunately, it wouldn't work.

It's not that we're being overly protective of our possessions, nor is it a matter of Buddhist or Taoist beliefs. While the Heavenly Gang supernatural powers are indeed rare, most of them, except for a few of the most special ones, have been passed down.

The secrets of various religions are sealed away, just like the six supernatural powers in Buddhism.

The reason it is so rare to this day is that it has very high requirements for the practitioner's foundation and talent.

The cultivation process is also extremely dangerous; a slight mistake can lead to death and the dissipation of one's spiritual power.

Many people spend their entire lives cultivating a single supernatural power, only to exhaust their energy and never escape that cage.

It is far inferior to the many minor supernatural powers that are derived from the great supernatural powers. Through the improvement of generations of practitioners, they are much stronger in terms of both the difficulty of casting spells and the stability of casting spells.

After all, the cultivation world has always been moving forward.

With the continuous analysis of countless outstanding individuals, even the most unique and powerful supernatural abilities will not become insurmountable barriers.

Another point is that becoming obsessed with supernatural powers will delay the cultivation of the orthodox teachings of our sect, and will instead take us further away from transcendence.

The relationship between the Dharma of Protection and the Great Way must be clarified, and the essential should not be reversed.

Therefore, even those with exceptional talent will only master one or two specialized skills.

For example, Bai Suzhen mastered the skills of summoning wind and rain and stirring up rivers and seas because of her bloodline and attributes, which was enough for her to use as a foundation to learn other minor supernatural powers.

Xu Xuan was somewhat disappointed after hearing this, as his own talent was questionable.

It seems we can only continue down the path of charlatanism and recklessness.

Enough, enough. The White Lotus is already invincible; why borrow from others?

Now that the wind and rain have subsided, it's time to wrap things up.

Please, Lady White Snake, gather away the scattered clouds and mist of Dongting Lake. These things are formless and intangible, and only a master who is proficient in the ways of clouds and mist can touch them.

"The clouds and mist obscure the view, and the truth is hidden and difficult to discern."

"The 800-li Dongting Lake connects to the Yunmeng Marsh, and in ancient times, it rose up and covered the sky."

"Even cultivators would lose their sense of direction upon entering, as if they were in a dream."

"The Great Compassionate Dharma King can conceal the fluctuations of his magical power, avoid many eyes and ears, and even use his magic without being affected, all thanks to this item."

"However, despite its many wonders, it is ultimately subject to the control of heaven and earth and nature."

Reaching out, it seemed as if he had grabbed a corner of a tablecloth, and with a few tugs, he gathered all the cloud of energy into his hand.

Oddities that are no longer owned are easy to clean up.

Bai Suzhen played with the cloud of energy, sometimes coiling it around her finger like a snake, sometimes curling it into a ball, ever-changing and agile, without leaking any energy.

She knew that Yunmengze had left behind a lot of things, from the Dragon Palace to the clouds and mist, to many traces of immortals and gods, as well as historical allusions.

Almost everything here has a widely circulated myth or legend, making it incomparable to Taihu Lake and West Lake.

Unfortunately, the evolution of nature has severed this inland marshland; otherwise, it could have been on par with the Four Rivers.

Xu Xuan looked at it quite intently; it was truly beautiful.

No, this intelligence is very important.

The appearance of Dongting Yunzhongjun is a very dangerous sign. Could it be that he has joined forces with the White Lotus Sect?
The variables have increased dramatically.

People like us who are good at tactics hate losing intelligence and perspective the most, but the enemy is very good at it.

Why would a villain like you need such an invisibility device?
So evil!

Moreover, it has an extremely wide range and powerful effects, making it a treasure worthy of being used against military forces.

If that's the case, the only way to combat these extraordinary phenomena is to choose the right time.

In autumn, especially in late autumn, the weather is clear and the air is dry. There is less water vapor over the lake and the frequency of clouds and fog is low.

Or perhaps it's winter, when cold air sinks and water vapor doesn't condense easily, resulting in less fog over the lake. Avoiding the morning fog is a good time to visit.

But these two time slots are too late, so what about choosing a sunny afternoon in summer?
Although humidity is high in summer, the strong sunlight on sunny afternoons causes water vapor to evaporate quickly, resulting in a relative reduction in clouds and fog over the lake.

Having obtained the new intelligence, Xu Xuan began to calculate in his mind, pondering the enemy's weaknesses.

And we can use this set of clouds and fog to do something interesting.

For example, ambushing a powerful figure from the righteous path—yes, I'm talking about the boastful monk Dao Yi.

I've been leading so many experts to hunt down Bai Lian every day, and I've already killed two Dharma Kings, yet this guy is still wandering around outside.

So-called ability issues are 80% attitude issues.

No wonder the mountain gate was breached by the White Lotus Holy Mother first.

Your attitude is problematic. The second option is to provoke the spirit of humanity, for example, by sneaking into the capital and slapping the Jin Emperor.

Try involving renowned scholars and martial arts masters like Yu Gong and Zuo Qianhu in a sweep of the thousands of miles of water area radiating from Dongting Lake.

This method is more difficult, and the relationship between Jinlong and us is somewhat tense.

In any case, one after another, various schemes to frame and slander him were hatched, his eyes flashing with a white light, and he even revealed a sinister smile.

Some things are so enjoyable just to think about.

He was too relaxed in front of his love interest and his image management was very poor.

Who stares at a woman's hands with such a malicious smile?

Sure enough, a cool female voice asked, "Have you seen enough?"

A flash of lightning sent a chill down everyone's spine.

The Father immediately looked away, putting on a virtuous and upright demeanor.

Haha, what's so interesting about hands? I'm not a pervert.

I like to watch it. I won't tell you.

He turned his head to the side, his eyes sharp.

"Qilicha, didn't I tell you to take the little girl back to Baoan Hall?"

"The mountain wind is so cold now, what if people get cold!"

It's no wonder that Qilicha was such a clever fellow who managed to escape from the clutches of the Holy Father; he immediately admitted his mistake for forgetting the Holy Monk's instructions.

It stirred up a gust of wind and slowly flew away, heading straight for the Qiantang River.

Although Xu Xuan seemed to be trying to change the subject, Zhou Qingyun really shouldn't have stayed there for too long.

This girl has certainly had her eyes opened today. She's experienced such a grand occasion before even making her debut. She truly deserves to be called a promising talent from Shushan.

As for why he wasn't sent directly home, it's mainly because the Great Compassionate Dharma King is a White Lotus demon.

The White Lotus Spell can be eliminated upon the death of the caster, but the spiritual pollution caused by the spell itself must also be taken into account.

Perhaps some people actually believe in the vacuum homeland, so we should isolate them first.

Those who have made contributions should be well protected.

This girl may have been lying down the whole way, but in reality, she was the one who started the killing spree. She deserves half the credit for the fall of the Great Compassionate Dharma King, so she should not be overlooked.

After Qilicha had gone far away, Xu Xuan looked at Bai Suzhen.

"Ahem, let's go."

"Xiaoqing still needs help."

The fighting here was intense and the scale was enormous. The battle route took them both inland and across the East China Sea, and restoring the barren mountains took a considerable amount of time.

But the battlefield in Guangling was far more complex than this.

The two then stood side by side on the clouds, their robes fluttering, riding the wind in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The clouds on the horizon seemed to be set ablaze, their brilliant orange-red and golden-purple hues creating a dreamlike scene.

The celestial maiden, with exquisite features and a smiling face; the scholar of the mortal realm, handsome and extraordinary, dressed in a simple and upright robe.

The mountains and rivers beneath our feet gradually blurred in the twilight, with only the distant Yangtze River flowing like a silver ribbon, reflecting the light of the sky.

Every time Xu Xuan flew, he could feel the romance of the fantasy world and become a character in the story.

With a beautiful woman by your side, it's time to compose a short poem to liven things up.

"Green mountains bear witness, water serves as the medium"

He got stuck, not because he couldn't continue, but because he sensed a dangerous aura coming from the side.

The young lady, who had summoned the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens, seemed to be a little short-tempered today.

With certificates and matchmakers involved, and the Awakening of Insects not even over yet, they might get struck by lightning.

"Ahem, we forge ahead with unwavering determination."

This turn of events immediately turned positive, representing Xu's yearning for and determination towards the Great Dao, and the sense of crisis from being struck by lightning indeed disappeared.

Sigh... I can't afford to mess with those powerful figures who can command the wind and rain during cultivation.

The two continued flying, and the stars were already twinkling in the sky.

As he passed by the Yangtze River, Xu Xuan instinctively took out three fragrant sticks.

"Jinshan Temple is located on an island in the middle of the river. As the abbot, I have had many interactions with the Dragon King, so we are old friends."

"Fighting on His doorstep this time is somewhat of a hindrance."

"As the saying goes, it's never wrong to be overly polite, so we should."

The incense was lit under Bai Suzhen's surprised gaze, and then extinguished by the river under her inexplicable gaze.

The towering waves roared, as if saying, "Don't touch me!"

The smile on the Father's face froze; his connections were simply not working.

"The Dragon Lord is not home today, we will come to bother you another day."

After saying this, he crossed the Yangtze River and settled in Guangling.

At this moment, on the north bank of the Yangtze River, along the Xinggou Canal, the smell of blood and flesh was somewhat pungent.

The corpses of the demon race were piled up like mountains, broken armor and shattered weapons were scattered all over the ground, and blood flowed into streams that meandered into the river, turning the river surface dark red.

The complexity of the Guangling battlefield exceeded the expectations of the Bao'antang members. After all, it was a war fought on land, leaving behind many traces.

The land was scarred and devastated, comparable to the barren mountains of the south.

(End of this chapter)