Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 641 Serial

Countless legendary stories circulate in the bustling south, and the story of the Ji family is undoubtedly a magnificent and dramatic saga.

As the head of the Chamber of Commerce in the seven southern provinces, his wealth is simply astonishing.

Several of the men in his generation were no pushovers; some were exceptionally clever, some were highly skilled in martial arts, some were ruthless, and some were eccentric.

Therefore, each episode is full of unexpected twists and surprises. If it were made into a TV series, it would have to be a grand epic of at least 72 episodes to fully showcase its wonderful features.

The current episode picks up where the incident at the beginning of the year, where an ancestral grave caught fire, caused a sensation.

In order to save his disciple, Xu Xuan resolutely embarked on a perilous journey to the underworld.

In that gloomy and terrifying underworld, he captured dozens of ghost kings in one go with his extraordinary courage, righteous spirit, and amazing tactics, causing chaos and unrest in the underworld.

Just as several influential figures joined forces to break out of the Netherworld, they conveniently destroyed the Yin-Yang passage to eliminate any future troubles.

And the location of this passage between Yin and Yang in the mortal world is precisely the ancestral tomb of the Ji family.

With a loud bang, it vanished into thin air.

If the ancestral grave is on fire, there might be a way to suppress it, or at the very least, a plausible excuse could be found, such as the ancestors are performing their blessings from the underworld to protect their son, who will surely bring glory to the family in the future.

But the ancestral grave was blown to pieces. How can we explain this? Could it be that the ancestor used too much power and overturned the ancestral grave?

Ji's father felt dizzy and wished he could be blown up too.

It's like the ancestral graves caught fire one day and then ascended to heaven the next; all the bad luck came at once.

But this was a problem he'd caused decades ago, so he had to take the blame himself. If he were to share the responsibility, it would implicate his grandfather, who wasn't a good person either.

Given the shrewdness and profit-driven nature of big businessmen, they could actually do something like shifting blame like this. It's a pity that even if people told them, no one would believe them.

Left with no other choice, I had to deal with this matter in a miserable way.

Those clan elders who usually received many benefits from the Ji family jumped out again, causing all sorts of trouble and launching a fierce barrage of verbal attacks, seemingly trying to take advantage of this opportunity to seize some business channels and get a share of the profits.

Ji's father dealt with each situation one by one, sometimes as tough as iron and unyielding, and sometimes as tender as water, playing the victim and crying at the spirit tablet. He used every trick in the book, and the scene was even more exciting than a play on the stage.

Finally, they spent a large sum of money to catch the escaped tomb keeper, pinned all the blame on him, and killed him in front of everyone as a sacrifice to their ancestors.

They then made a private deal to appease the most troublesome old fogies, while the rest were all given a good beating.

Do you really think he's some kind of good person?

After all this trouble, the matter was finally settled, and Ji's father relaxed his vigilance a little.

But he forgot the true value of the phrase "ancestral blessing." In this world of gods and monsters, ancestral blessing is like a luck boost, bringing smooth sailing and abundant wealth to the family.

But now that the ancestral graves are gone, their fortunes have plummeted, and all sorts of troubles have followed.

It is well known that Young Master Ji once spent a long time living a carefree life on pleasure boats, whether it was due to heredity or being influenced by what he saw and heard.

The place of pleasure has always been a place with the most causes and effects, where all kinds of grudges, love and hate, right and wrong are intertwined, like a tangled mess.

Just then, someone invited him to a pleasure boat to discuss business. Without much thought, Mr. Ji readily agreed, thus falling into a trap. The moment he stepped into the private room of the pleasure boat, he sensed something was wrong; someone was waiting there.

The woman was beautiful, with delicate features, white teeth, and red lips. Her slender arms, like jade shoots, were faintly visible as her green sleeves swayed gently. Her skirt trailed askew, accentuating her graceful feet and charming demeanor. Sweat glistened on her powdered face, dewdrops clung to her flowers, dust brushed her brows, and willows swayed in the misty haze—she was like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting. A strange fragrance wafted from her, making one feel warm and restless.

What a beautiful young woman! If she were decades younger, I might have been overjoyed to take her as my second wife.

But an old hand is an old hand; the biggest problem is that the procedure isn't right. This girl wasn't brought up by a madam.
Moreover, there must be some unknown means involved, otherwise how could they stir up my heart, which has seen so much, so I hurriedly found an excuse to retreat.

Upon seeing this, the woman was taken aback, thinking to herself: This old man... is he no good? Or has he figured something out? It seems I'll have to use some forceful methods.

No sooner said than done, with a loud "bang," the doors and windows slammed shut, trapping Mr. Ji and his companions in the small private room.

The woman was not about to let the opportunity slip away; she immediately revealed her true colors.

Her skin was torn apart, transforming her from a delicate young woman into a demon.

His body was emaciated and thin, with jagged bones, skin and flesh clinging to his skin, and a bluish-gray tinge. His hair was disheveled like withered grass, his face was twisted and deformed, his eyes were sunken, and ghostly green flames flickered in his eye sockets. His nose was sunken, his nostrils were flared out, and he exhaled a stench that made people nauseous.

It turned out to be a skeleton demon, which moved with lightning speed and killed the guard in an instant.

Upon seeing this, the family's ancestral tablets changed color and hurriedly took out a peach wood sword, chanting "May Laozi protect us!" with overwhelming momentum!

"Hey, you demon!"

With a few crunching sounds, the offering was devoured, leaving not even bones behind.

I knew these guys were unreliable; they're not even as good as Rui'er!
Master Ji stood there, scratching at the door and trembling, finally looking at the demon so close to him with utter despair.

"My life is over!"

The Corpse Demon exhaled a stream of black gas, which flew over like a black lightning bolt and drilled into the mind.

In a daze, Mr. Ji felt as if his memories were being pulled out, and he felt as if he had fallen into an abyss, losing consciousness.

The Corpse Demon is most skilled at manipulating illusions, and is currently manipulating souls. It should be noted that it has paid a heavy price to break the fortune of a great merchant.

As long as we can control this old guy, then the mission will be... huh?
A flash of blue light, and he woke up.

The uncle and the demon were stuck there.

One remarked that the wealthy merchant from the seven southern provinces was indeed resourceful, managing to break free from his own illusion.

One can only sigh that Rui'er is the most reliable person at crucial moments. It turns out that the youngest son left behind a piece of calligraphy, "A scholar must be resolute and persevering." Usually, Master Ji only used it to show off to his old friends, but unexpectedly, it became a lifeline and directly shattered the dark aura.

But the demon was the butcher and he was the fish on the chopping block. Seeing the bits of meat left on the other's lips, Ji's father was also in a panic.

It won't get angry and eat me, will it?

The Corpse Demon did want to devour this old thing, but it couldn't bear to give up the price it had already paid.

(End of this chapter)