Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 653 Xu. The Top Leader. Xuan

Amidst the ruins of Wangjiang Tower.

Yu Gong looked down at his fist, his knuckles still bearing the bloodstains from his fierce battle with the long-browed clone. He slowly exhaled, his wrinkles revealing a weariness etched by the passage of time.

Xu Xuan walked over the broken rubble, his boots crushing over a fragment of a plaque inscribed with the words "Looking Over the River." Seeing Yu Gong's solemn expression, he couldn't help but laugh, "What's wrong? Afraid the court will cause you trouble?"

The old man ignored him, only looking around with a complicated expression.

Xu, who had just been wielding his iron fist to suppress Qiantang, felt he understood something and said somewhat helplessly, "This is not our fault."

He kicked aside a pebble, revealing a flattened copper kettle underneath. This was originally the most prized tea-brewing utensil of the Wangjianglou restaurant owner, and it had been emitting fragrant aromas of tea just yesterday.

The once bustling streets have been turned into a swamp, the bluestone pavement has been shattered into dust, and groundwater gushed out from the cracks. Several century-old willows are stuck upside down in the mud, their roots pointing to the sky, like withered hands accusing the heavens.

This was one of the most prosperous areas in Qiantang, and it was instantly turned into a muddy mess.

Even if the long-browed man is distracted while gathering intelligence, he's not so easy to defeat.

The body of the Yang God should have been at odds with the Confucian master, but it managed to hold on until it had turned half a street into a muddy mess before dissipating.

If the powerful were not concerned about the protection of humanity and destiny for humankind, this world would truly be a purgatory if they were to engage in open combat.

The fact that such a commotion occurred in the city did not cause panic among the people was because countless paper butterflies were fluttering around the edge of the ruins.

Suppressed by the forces of humanity, even a good person like Xu Xuan cannot unleash his magic without restraint.

Only natural principles such as yang energy and evil energy can be fully utilized.

If you absolutely have to use magic, you can only win by sheer quantity. Nobody knows how many butterflies this guy stuffed into the Qiantang River.

The art of tearing paper, originally such a romantic spell, has evolved into what it is today, and Ruoxu, the inventor, should bear at least 90% of the responsibility.

With each flap of their wings, these contorted butterflies scattered a shower of phosphorescent light. Combined with the manpower mobilized by the Baoan Hall, they easily carved out an open space in a densely populated city.

Inside the circle was a battlefield suppressed by righteous energy, while outside, pedestrians continued to throng. An old man selling candy even called out from three meters away, completely oblivious to the broken walls and ruins behind him.

Xu Xuan picked up some mud from the ground, his fingertips sparkling with light, and nodded in satisfaction.

Fortunately, it wasn't corrupted by the power of the Blood Demon like Feilai Peak, and the earth's energy was still relatively pure, so returning to its original position was simple. It was just that rebuilding the streets and restaurants was a bit troublesome.

Of course, there are also some positive effects.

This can stimulate some domestic demand in Qiantang. Three brick kilns need to be restarted, and timber can be transported from Minzhou. As for labor, there are many refugees in Qiantang recently, so it's a good opportunity to provide work relief.

In addition, Baoantang is particularly wealthy, so the next stage will be favorable for his life and career.

At this moment, Xu Xuan, the top official of Qiantang, had a lot of post-disaster reconstruction work on his mind, as well as ways to leverage a large amount of funds.

If handled properly, not only can losses be recovered, but you might even be able to make a fortune without spending any of your own money.

The Father has a big heart; his mind is full of plans, and his words of explanation are endless.

“Our Baoan Hall has always been on the front line of fighting against evil forces. Recently, we have joined forces with the Pure Land School, the Chan School, and Academician Yin to suppress the demonic disaster in the southwest.”

"It seems the enemy sensed the threat posed by our Justice League and couldn't sit still any longer, trying every possible means to infiltrate Jiangnan and sabotage our rear." "Next time, I definitely will."

Confucianism is rigid and inflexible. Although the fierce battle in the city is still under control, it is inevitable that it will cause dissatisfaction among the other side.

Who knew the old man didn't care about such things at all.

Yu Gong shook his head, his gaze deep: "When I was young, I killed the White Lotus Sect Dharma King in the bustling streets of Luoyang. The force of my fist affected half the street, and the memorials of impeachment from the imperial censors piled up three feet high." He clenched his fist, his bones making a slight cracking sound. "But back then, I never hesitated."

Xu Xuan raised an eyebrow: "Now you're hesitating?"

“No,” Yu Gong said slowly, “it’s the fist that was too slow.”

Confucianism does not pursue immortality. Although one's righteous spirit can fill the heavens and earth, the physical body will eventually age. In his youth, he could shatter a city gate with a single punch, but now he struggles to even defeat a mere fragment of his spirit.

"My righteous spirit fills the heavens and earth, but my physical body can no longer withstand a more intense battle."

The old man lamented his aging, noting that Confucianism does not advocate for immortality.

Xu Xuan realized he had worried for nothing, so he rolled his eyes, clasped his hands in a fist and said:
"Old man, the Nine Provinces are in constant turmoil, and the southwestern region is filled with rampant demonic energy."

With his hands outstretched, brows furrowed, and eyes conveying a deep sense of patriotism and concern for the people, he conveyed it perfectly.

"Our Baoan Hall, in alliance with Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, is about to launch a war against demons in Sichuan. We are willing to make any sacrifices."

With a swift turn, his blue robes billowed in the evening breeze. He slightly raised his head, his eyes glistening with just the right amount of moisture: "When I, Xu, first entered the Daoist path, I was nothing more than a weak scholar, led into Buddhism by Senior Brother Ruoxu. I originally thought that to save others, I must first save myself, but..."

"But the world is governed by such a force; how can we, as scholars, allow evil to run rampant!"

His left hand was clenched into a fist, veins bulging, and his tone conveyed a determination to go against the tide, even if it meant shattering Mount Ling.

"I am not boasting, but since I embarked on the path of cultivation, I have been actively fighting against evil spirits, traversing the nine provinces, going up to heaven and down to the earth. I have experienced countless battles, and I will have no regrets even if I die."

"But the people of Qiantang have been implicated because of me, and my heart is heavy."

Her voice trembled, as if she was about to cry but hadn't.
"Alright, alright, just tell me what you want me to do," Yu Gong interrupted the drama queen's performance.

This guy is really suited for officialdom; he can be as calm as a rock when he needs to be, and as shameless as he can be when he needs to be exaggerated.

What's even more outrageous is that I couldn't tell whether what the other person was saying was true or false, especially since their emotionally charged and sincere manner was truly deceptive.

To avoid being misled, I decisively interrupted and asked the question directly.

"If any evil spirits invade Wu County in the future, could you please cooperate a little?" Xu Xuan's face still showed concern for the country and its people.

As the saying goes, to repel external enemies, one must first secure internal stability!
The strongest being within Wu County, Lady Bai, has a special identity and exists outside the established system. Xu could only summon her a few times through special dialogue techniques.

Moreover, this powerful figure has been traveling frequently lately, visiting secret realms, overseas locations, and even going into seclusion.

Therefore, we still need to take down another strong player outside the system as soon as possible.

After numerous trials and tribulations, the blows from the crooked tree, and the malicious incident of the long-browed tree invading Qiantang, the old man's heart finally softened a bit.

(End of this chapter)