Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 563 Victory Settlement
Huge claw marks tore the ground several feet deep, turning the soil into ravines; charred pits were scattered all around, clearly caused by demonic magic, with lingering demonic energy still remaining at the edges, faintly emitting a dark light.

Broken trees lay scattered on the ground, their branches and leaves withered. Countless limbs and severed bodies of demons lay scattered, their blood soaking the soil.

The air was thick with the suffocating smell of blood and burning.

An ordinary person would have their mind destroyed by the evil aura just by looking at it, and if it is not dealt with in time, it will become a dead zone.

Yu Bai and Ni Long stood on a high place, and with a wave of their long whips, they commanded the Taihu demons to level the soil three feet above the ground and pour it into the Yangtze River.

Even excessive human blood can cause soil salinity to rise too high, leading to soil sticking and affecting root ventilation and aeration.

The blood of demons is far more nutritious than that of humans, and some of it is extremely corrosive.

In addition, due to their enormous size, the amount of bleeding they produce is equivalent to that of ten, and the area of ​​contamination is extremely wide.

The topsoil can't be retained; what remains will have to be washed away several times by river water.

Everyone knows that Master Xu has a strong commitment to environmental protection, and no one dares to neglect it.

Not far away, the monks of Baoan Hall, led by Daoist Mao, sat cross-legged, closed their eyes and concentrated, and chanted Daoist scriptures in a low voice.

"Heaven and earth are natural, the foul air dissipates, the cave is mysterious and vast, the primordial energy shines brightly..."

"May the mighty gods of the eight directions grant me my natural order, and may the divine mandate of the Spiritual Treasure be proclaimed throughout the nine heavens..."

The clear chanting of sutras intertwined with the rushing sound of the river, transforming into invisible forces that dispelled the remaining malevolent aura on the battlefield.

Every word and phrase contains the profound power of Taoism. As more people are saved, a faint halo appears above their heads, which is the manifestation of the orthodox teachings of Taoism.

This is both work and spiritual practice.

After the experience gained from the battle at Taihu Lake, the two sides are now able to cooperate very well.

After Xu Xuan returned, he immediately sent 30,000 karmic ghosts to join him. They were all veteran employees from Guo Bei, and they were very experienced in cleaning up corpses.

Then, Qilishi was sent out to level the terrain; the Mighty Ghost King was best suited for this task.

A moment later, the earth rumbled loudly as the road roller passed by, flattening out all the cracks.

Although we don't possess the Heavenly Divine Power, we have other formidable methods. How can we let a mere White Snake steal the spotlight?

The Father looked thoughtful as he watched the rapidly progressing cleanup.

Based on their own battle record, the speed of battle escalation will become faster and faster, and the scope of the battlefield will become wider and wider.

We can't possibly hire tens of thousands of laborers to do logistics every time.

It seems that next time I should try to choose a lake or sea, or at least choose the shore.

The war between the demon race and the human race is different. Apart from the place where power is concentrated, there is no need to occupy cities. The only thing to consider is how to kill the enemy's manpower.

Rivers, lakes, and seas are like the blood vessels of the Nine Provinces continent. As long as you control enough of them, you can control the initiative in war.

Whether it's deploying troops, providing logistics, or defending, it's top-notch.

Yu the Great, the Water God, Taihu Lake, Dongting Lake, the Four Rivers, and power.

During the simulation, a new path emerged, seemingly allowing for the creation of a defense system for the Nine Provinces based on the Yu Gong (a historical text).

Using the traces of Yu the Great for blitzkrieg can also avoid the situation of fighting on multiple fronts.

And the best person to maintain this system is actually Xiaoqing?!

The Demon King, the Water Lord, has a team, a powerful backer, and his own strength.

So, all things considered, the little monster's lifelong dream is about to come true?
Looking up at the shadow in the thunderclouds, Xu Xuan sighed. This guy always seems to benefit from version updates; his luck is truly amazing.

Meanwhile, the unaware Xiaoqing was still struggling with the Golden Cymbal Dharma King, who was trapped inside the thunder ball.

Amidst the thunder, the centipede demon's enormous body writhed wildly, its hundreds of slender limbs scratching erratically in the lightning, producing a piercing scraping sound.

"We have no grudges against each other, so why should we fight to the death?"

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King truly felt wronged, as he had been caught in the trap without even knowing why.

He arrived at the riverbank with his troops only to be beaten up, and it seemed they were going to refine him alive – how utterly vicious!

Even if it's a dog-eat-dog world, you still have to say something.

Xiaoqing remained silent, repeatedly urging the thunder to suppress and kill.

The carapace cracked continuously under the bombardment of lightning, and foul-smelling slime seeped from the charred cracks, while scarlet eyes flashed with fear and rage.

The Dharma King spoke again: "I too was deceived by the White Lotus demon. We are all demons, so we should help each other."

Xiaoqing remained silent, only focusing on channeling her magical power.

The even more explosive power of thunder forced the old centipede to curl up, trying to break free of the cage with brute force, but each impact was mercilessly bounced back.

The Dharma King's attitude changed again: "The most precious treasures belong to the virtuous. Some time ago, I found a pair of golden cymbals, but I could not refine them successfully no matter what I tried. I suppose I was waiting for your appearance."

Good heavens, he's even disregarding his own reputation with those words.

Unfortunately, Xiaoqing remained silent and continued to control the thunder.

Lightning bolts coiled around the centipede's body like chains, tightening their grip until its struggles grew increasingly feeble.

The Heavenly Thunder Cage formed by the Thirty-Six Thunderbolts combined with the timing of the Awakening of Insects is beyond its ability to break; refining it would be a difficult tug-of-war.

The Golden Cymbal Dharma King had no choice but to transform into human form and kneel upright amidst the thunder.

He roared with a hint of anguish and despair:

"Azure Demon King, please spare my life! I am willing to serve you like a dog, and I will never have any other intentions in this life!"

The humility and urgency in his tone were so obvious, and his eyes were full of pleading.

After all, it was still afraid when faced with an enemy who was only focused on refining itself.

Xiaoqing glanced at it twice, hesitated, then continued to exert her strength.

The Dharma King finally lost his temper, pressing his old face against the lightning sphere barrier and roaring: "Are you even capable?! Say something!"

There was a moment of silence.
Xiaoqing finally spoke: "You just called me a monstrous snake."

Then the hand seals changed unpredictably, and the power of thunder shook again.

And the Golden Cymbal Dharma King... Oh, my Holy Mother Nuwa!!!
A look of bewilderment, shock, disbelief, and incomprehension appeared on the old man's face.

It completely broke down.

Is this reasonable? Is this right? Is this something a demon could say?
You humans!

"I was just peacefully being the mountain king of Phoenix Mountain, not bothering or provoking anyone, when I was captured by that White Lotus Madman. I diligently gathered a bunch of demons, but before I could do anything, I was tricked into going to the Yangtze River and captured there too."

"Are you all crazy? Are you bullying a centipede?!"

When Xu Xuan and Bai Suzhen arrived, they happened to see a giant centipede rapping wildly.

They are extremely aggressive. From the Great Compassionate Dharma King to Wang Daoling and Hu Qiang, from Xiao Qing to Master Mao and Yan Chixia, none of them are good people; they are all madmen.

In short, God is unfair; it shouldn't have to suffer like this.

In the end, they didn't even spare the two who had just appeared, cursing them as "dog couple."

Xu Xuan was furious, saying he was uncultured.

Even if you say something like "a perfect match," "a golden couple," or "a handsome man and a beautiful woman," he can make the decision and let the centipede demon die peacefully.

Bai Suzhen's case is much simpler.

He uttered a soft, guttural sound: "You beast."

She stretched out her slender hand, her five fingers slightly spread, and a gentle yet incredibly powerful magical energy emanated from her palm.

The thunderclouds ahead were manipulated by the wind and rain, momentarily halting and then firmly grasped.

Space began to distort, and the thirty-six bolts of lightning were bound by an invisible force, emitting a low rumble.

The centipede demon struggled frantically, its hundreds of limbs clawing wildly, and even spewing out its venomous mist, but to no avail.

Its body was compressed smaller and smaller until it was finally condensed into a bead the size of a fist along with the thundercloud.

Xu Xuan felt numb all over as he stood to the side.

At this moment, the blue thunder pearl was filled with compressed liquid, and the Golden Cymbal Dharma King seemed to be trapped in amber and unable to move.

Bai Suzhen threw the Thunder Pearl to Xiaoqing, and the little demon was shocked and grimaced.

"From now on, I will use this to hone myself and also gain some insight into the power of the lightning tribulation."

"When you finally refine it to death, you will be qualified to enter Dongting Lake."

"Understand?"

Miss Bai, who had summoned the Dharma body of the Nine Heavens Thunder Ancestor Emperor, exuded a domineering aura today.

Xiaoqing and Xu Hanwen nodded at the same time, indicating that they both understood.

Both of them were skilled in tactics and naturally understood the meaning of avoiding direct confrontation.

Afterwards, Bai Suzhen prepared to return to West Lake.

Before leaving, he said he would try to refine that cloud of mist into a magical artifact, and asked if there was any style he wanted.

The Father tentatively suggested his idea: to make clothes.

It can be worn to conceal one's presence and can also be transformed in countless ways.

Such magical artifacts are like divine weapons to people with complex minds, and when combined with some small tactics, they are absolutely invincible.

"it is good."

The white figure flew away from the place, and Xu Qing and the other person breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. The pressure from the Nine Heavens Thunder Ancestor was quite great.

Then it was time for Baoan Hall to settle the score.

This time, not only in Wu County, but also in the inland areas of Yangzhou, the spirits were almost completely wiped out. The Golden Cymbal Dharma King's work ability is indeed remarkable.

They also killed the White Lotus Dharma King, obtained a White Lotus Fruit, and resolved the crisis of their identity being exposed. When they returned to the academy, they could even have a full meal.

Master Mao verified the power of the three swords unleashed simultaneously, Yan Chixia enjoyed the Taiyi Exorcising Demon-Slaying Protective Spell, Xiao Qing obtained a Thunder Pearl, an artifact to aid cultivation, and even Mr. Zhuge obtained valuable battlefield data on the demon race.

Li Yingqi fell into the river during his appearance and did not have any outstanding performances afterward.

He has already gone to the southwest to hone his swordsmanship, and it is said that he will not return until he has killed a hundred demons.

This can be understood as a rather unusual stress response from a young girl who is shy and sensitive.

Next, we will prepare for the battle of Dongting Lake.

Baoan Hall has entered the next stage.

Meanwhile, Yunzhongjun, far away in Dongting, sensed that the power of the clouds and mist had been erased, but paid no attention to it.

These are never lacking in Yunmeng Marsh.

He was simply saddened that he had lost another old friend.

Back when Birch was atop Junshan Mountain, filled with cynicism and resentment, he cried out every day. Though noisy, he was still full of energy.

Unfortunately, she encountered the White Lotus Holy Mother, and from that moment on, once she left the dreamlike realm of clouds and mist, she could never turn back.

The demon race transformed from humans can never truly escape the human world.

I just don't know if you died at the hands of Yu Gong, or as a white snake, or as a white lotus.

(End of this chapter)