Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 637 The tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn’t stop
Xu Xuan returned to the academy, ending his short holiday.

Before the Dragon Boat Festival, I planned to settle down and refine my divine weapon.

The path of spiritual practice is always in a state of flux between change and constancy. The higher one goes, the more emphasis one should place on the direction of the path, so that it can be in harmony with people's hearts and the will of Heaven.

Pure Land Buddhism, Guanyin, Ksitigarbha, Zen Buddhism, and the Holy Father have obtained numerous lineages through making connections everywhere.

It's time to unite and become the leading figure in Buddhism.

It just so happens that the academy is relatively quiet lately.

With the autumn examination approaching, many scions of prominent families have chosen to return home to prepare for the exam, especially those with good grades who leave quite early.

I've learned everything I could; now it's all about how I perform on the day and my mindset.

Moreover, everyone in the academy is a competitor, so it's unnecessary to gamble on human nature at this point.

The jealousy of those obsessed old men was almost undisguised; seeing how talented the young man was, they really wanted to stab him in the back.

However, scholars tend to poison more often, since it's considered more refined that way.

Those who can come to Chongqi are all respectable people, and so far nothing particularly bad has happened, but who knows?

Others would go home and try to build connections, or if they failed the provincial examination, they would try to get recommended for official positions. Since it was all the same—becoming an official—there wasn't much difference.

As a result, the number of scholars from prominent families coming and going increased during this period, completely eliminating the most stressful review and sprint stage before the exam.

It's a pity that someone prepared so many slogans about involution.

Only twenty students from impoverished families truly saw this as an opportunity to change their fate and studied even harder.

This group of people only has this one chance; they can't stay in the academy forever.

Xu Xuan planned to cultivate in seclusion on the mountain, but unfortunately, the wind would not stop even if the tree wanted to be still. How could the forces he had stirred up not be calmed down?

Jintian Academy.

Yu Gong looked up, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which quickly turned into a pure smile. He slowly stood up, clenched his right fist, and righteous energy condensed into a visible white light at the tip of his fist.

Zao also raised his fist to meet the attack. The two righteous energies collided in mid-air, without any fancy moves, only the purest clash of wills.

"To sacrifice one's life for righteousness!"

"Though there be thousands, I will go!"

Two equally fierce and domineering wills surged within the library. The ancient books on the shelves moved without wind, their pages turning with a rustling sound. The shockwave formed by righteous energy spread out from the two individuals, passing through the walls and sweeping across the entire academy.

The students who were reading aloud in the morning suddenly felt a jolt of dizziness. Those who usually harbored sinister intentions even fainted on the spot. The koi in the academy's pond were startled and leaped out of the water, while a flock of crows fluttered up from the ancient cypress trees.

"Good lad!" Yu Gong's eyes gleamed.

He sensed that the early, untrained spirit emanating from the boxing style he had learned earlier was no longer the youthful arrogance of his earlier years, but rather a more profound and mature power. This power reminded him of himself decades ago—the young Yu Gong who dared to debate with scholars from all over the world, his righteous spirit soaring to the heavens.

Their fists clashed for no more than three breaths, yet it felt as if they had engaged in a long philosophical debate. Finally, both of them released their strength simultaneously, and the pages of the books that had been fluttering in the library slowly fell, like the first snow of winter.

“Not bad.” Yu Gong stroked his beard and looked at the young man in front of him.

Considering that it was inconvenient to continue fighting while still in his own academy, the old man reluctantly stopped.

Unexpectedly, a trip out led to such tremendous progress. Although his complexion returned to normal, his blood was much more abundant, and his own righteous energy surpassed the righteous energy in his heart.

As expected of the successor I chose, the title of Confucian knight-errant can now be passed on smoothly.

He patted his classmate on the shoulder, his eyes filled with relief, and couldn't help but sigh, "I don't know what's happened these past few years, but even the number of scholars who have cultivated a righteous spirit has decreased significantly. The older generation has passed away due to age and various unforeseen circumstances."

Sunlight streamed through the window lattice, casting dappled shadows on Yu Gong's face; those wrinkles held countless stories.

Zao noticed that the hands of this Confucian master, who drove a chariot, wielded a spear, and was brave and invincible, were now covered with age spots.

The wind and frost have turned his temples old, but the fragrance of time has not faded his dreams.
"Teacher Yu, take a look at this." Zao changed the subject, taking a long cloth bag off his back. The bag was untied, revealing an ancient longsword. The blade was as black as ink, its edge gleaming with a cold, autumn-water-like light.

"Zhanlu Sword?!" Yu Gong's eyes lit up, and his withered fingers gently stroked the sword.

While admiring the scenery, we asked about the trip. Zao naturally only talked about what he could, especially emphasizing the events that happened in Dongye County.

Master Xu is magnanimous, so his disciples should help him be magnanimous. The author meticulously portrays the crooked tree's thoughts and actions with remarkable depth.

Yu Gong, you and your master are never going to stop, are you?

However, the more he listened, the angrier he became, even angrier than when he wrote in the letter. He immediately set up several tests for the disciples who were still assisting Master Li.

"Ahem, young Xu did a good job slaying the snake in Dongye." He said in a gentler tone, "I happen to have a good Confucian body-strengthening technique. You can learn it first and then pass it on to him."

Without any formalities, Zao bowed and said, "This student accepts on behalf of Teacher Xu."

Yu Gong shook his head and chuckled. If it were an older generation of Confucian scholars, they would have had to decline and defer for a while, but this young man was quick and decisive.

But this is for the best. With chaos on the horizon, there's no time for empty formalities.

All I can say is that Xu Xuanjiao's teachings are truly excellent, and of course, even better ones are yet to come.

"The evil influence has penetrated deeply, and it wasn't something that happened overnight. It's just that recently..." Zao then added that many demons had appeared along the coast of the East China Sea, and the situation was somewhat tense.

"The situation is a bit tense." The old man looked out the window. Before he knew it, the sky was covered with dark clouds.

Zao suddenly stood up and bowed solemnly: "If there is anything else that you find inconvenient to use, please bring it out immediately. Master Xu will help you accomplish it."

It must be said that, under the influence of certain people, the initiative of several disciples has been developed very well, and they have all started to ask for things on their own initiative.

Anyway, the old man can't leave Wu County, and his students are so incompetent. Let the Holy Father shoulder more of this heavy burden for the sake of the people of Kyushu.

The old man's mouth trembled a few times, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. This was hardly the posture of a Confucian disciple seeking knowledge; it was clearly the manner of a chivalrous江湖豪客 (jianghu haoke, a person of the martial arts world) haggling.

The next Confucian knight-errant is quite aggressive in character.

"You little rascal, you've learned quite a few 'good things' from Xu Xuan."

In the end, I actually got some gold coins, but there were conditions.

He thought that Xu Xuan was a man with many tricks up his sleeve, ruthless and skilled at teaching students, and might be more capable than himself, a washed-up scholar-knight.

That night, Xu, a man of considerable ability, was unexpectedly delighted atop Nanshan Mountain.

"Of course, no problem. We were in a hurry before."

"Now that scoundrel has fallen into Qiantang, we have plenty of time to slowly prepare and teach him."

I was in a great mood as I received the few things from my classmate Zao, and I readily agreed to even the smallest favor.

To be honest, the old man's flaws were quite obvious.

Meanwhile, Ning Caichen was dragged into a small dungeon by the Fu sisters, which was full of supernatural and ghostly things.

Having witnessed Ning Gongzi's extraordinary nature and character, they still trusted him.

This time, a relative got into trouble. A cousin surnamed Lu suddenly fell into a coma and had many red marks on his body, like marks left by whipping.

The Lu family consulted doctors and shamans, but nothing worked; they were only told it was a case of soul separation. Generally, anything involving soul separation is considered incurable, and one can only leave it to fate.

In desperation, they turned to the Fu family for help, since higher official positions meant greater influence, or perhaps they were simply grasping at straws in their desperation.

But this time they actually came to the right place and sought help from Fu Qingfeng.

If someone can be Fu Tianchou's relative and still be alive and well, they certainly can't be a bad person.

Although Grandpa Lu was a wealthy man, he lived frugally, often repairing bridges and roads and helping others. So it was only right that we go out of our way to help him.

Fu Qingfeng appears weak but is actually quite chivalrous, so he decisively sought out Ning Shusheng, who is both virtuous and capable.

Ning Shusheng: I'm not one to judge by appearances.

But he couldn't stand seeing this kind of thing happen, so he left immediately.

(End of this chapter)