Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 661 The Sixth

"This game is finally starting to get interesting."

On Mount Jun, clouds and mist surged.

Yun Zhongjun stood before the bronze palace, his pale fingers gently stroking the mottled cloud patterns on the pillars, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

The released demons are returning. The boxes thrown out are returning.

The demonic calamities that had plagued Jiangnan also surged back to Dongting Lake like a tidal wave.

If someone could stand high in the sky and look down on the south, they would find that over the past three years, the fortunes of the aquatic peoples in the various prefectures of Jiangnan have been manipulated by an invisible hand, first in great chaos, then in great order, and finally, like all rivers flowing into the sea, they have all converged into Dongting Lake!
"A master sage has placed this calamity upon Dongting Lake..."

Yun Zhongjun chuckled softly, his voice like shattered ice colliding, crisp yet chilling to the bone.

He did indeed need this calamity—using the chaos of Dongting Lake to resolve his own great calamity was a plan laid out over a thousand years. But the timing of this calamity was far too coincidental, and too swift. So swift that even an existence like Him felt a slight… unease.

Just moments ago we were delighted by the slight change in the situation, but in the blink of an eye, the calamity has already occurred.

Just moments ago, they were observing the demon race fighting, but in the blink of an eye, rivers of blood flowed.

We were just waiting for all seven boxes to gather, and now five boxes have appeared.

It was so fast it didn't seem like fate, but rather like—

Human intervention.

He suddenly recalled that when the Great Compassionate Dharma King fell, he vaguely saw a golden horizon crossing eight hundred miles of clouds, bringing the scorching heat of the falling sun.

"Buddhism."

According to the Stone King, a remarkable monk named Ruoxu emerged from Buddhism. He was a Confucian scholar, then a demon, and finally a Buddhist, achieving enlightenment at an extraordinary speed and suppressing all demons.

Could it be him?
The hand formed from condensed clouds slowly tightened, and the bronze pillars groaned under the weight. For the first time, this mysterious entity, which had entrenched itself over Dongting Lake for millennia, felt a long-lost excitement.

"What else?"

"come together."

He accepted this calamity.

Suddenly, I released my hand, letting the last wisp of mist slip through my fingers. It turned out that the sixth ray of light on the distant lake was just like the rising sun.

The sixth secret box—the Tail Fire Box—appeared suddenly at the confluence of the Xiang River and the Yuan River!

In an instant, a demonic aura surged into the sky over Dongting Lake, and the waters churned and boiled.

Transform into a dragon! Transform into a dragon! Transform into a dragon!

This idea grew wildly in the minds of all the demons.

The dragon represents the pinnacle of flesh and blood evolution, and the complete transcendence of the shackles of the demon race! What was once just a vague legend is now right before our eyes—seven secret boxes, seven opportunities to transform into dragons!
"Rob it—!"

A fierce battle erupted instantly.

This time, even Xiangjiang Crocodile Dragon, one of the eight great demon kings who had been holding back, could no longer restrain himself.

The alligator dragon clan has always considered themselves "dragons," yet they are ultimately only "dragon-like but not dragon-like." Now, the true opportunity to transform into a dragon is right before their eyes. What is the threat of the Cloud Lord? What is the balance of the eight demon kings?

Fuck it!

The hundred-zhang-long true form of the alligator dragon soared into the sky from the bottom of the Xiangjiang River, sweeping away dozens of lesser demons who were fighting over it with its tail, and its dragon claws went straight for the tail fire box!

On the edge of the battlefield, Turtle was diligently carrying out its mission—inciting others to their deaths.

"Charge! Charge!" Waving the command flag, shouting at the top of their lungs, "With so many demons like us, what are we afraid of!"

"Don't embarrass yourselves!" It kicked a hesitant carp spirit into the fray. "There are only seven spots in total. Who doesn't want to transform into a dragon?!"

The scene grew increasingly frenzied, and the battle became increasingly brutal.

The tortoise, who had been fanning the flames, was very excited; this little job was really enjoyable.

It's no wonder that Master Xu is so accurate at spotting demons; he had already discovered that there were hardly any well-behaved people in Bao'an Hall. Even someone as hot-blooded as Master Mao could act recklessly when he got excited, let alone this old tortoise with the supernatural ability to ward off evil and attract good fortune.

Those with such abilities are more likely to take risks.

Just as it was getting into the swing of things—

"boom!!!"

A tremendous shockwave from the battle sent up a hundred-foot-high wave. Before Turtle could react, a fiery red box fell from the sky and landed squarely in its arms.

Tailfire Box!
Big Turtle was holding the box, completely dumbfounded.

What the hell is this luck?!

We've already thrown four boxes into Dongting Lake, so how come more are coming to us willingly?!
Before it could even react, the surroundings suddenly fell silent—countless pairs of blood-red eyes stared at it.

"No, no..." Turtle chuckled dryly, holding up the box, "I'll give it to you..."

"kill--!!!"

A deluge of sorcery descended! Fireballs, ice spikes, venom, wind blades... the multicolored attacks turned half the sky into a rainbow.

"Your Majesty, save me!!!"

Gui Da covered his head and fled in panic, running desperately towards the Zi River.

Deep within the Zijiang Water Palace, the Blood Vine Demon King was leisurely digesting today's "tribute".

Sudden--

"Your Majesty, save me!!!"

The familiar screams grew louder as they approached. The main vine of the Bloodvine convulsed—this was the seventh time this month!
"here we go again……"

Helplessly, it stretched out its vines, and just as it scooped the giant turtle into its underwater palace, it saw a dark mass of pursuers closing in from behind. The Dragon King led the charge, followed by thousands of crazed demons.

The Bloodvine Demon King is a bit weak.

Although it is bloodthirsty by nature, it was able to withstand the siege of the entire Dongting Lake demon race...

"Hey! You dare to chase us?!" Turtle suddenly jumped out from behind it, angrily shouting, "My king roams the eight hundred miles of Dongting Lake, second only to the emperor and above all demons! If you continue chasing us, you'll all lose your lives!"

The tone was right, the actions were right, and the emotions were right.

Human cultivators would never fall for such a simple provocation. But those chasing them were bloodthirsty demons, and the Alligator Dragon King already looked down on this "plant-spirited" demon king—

"Bah!" the Dragon King sneered. "A mere vine dares to call itself the second best in Dongting Lake? My dragon claws haven't even torn apart a blood vine yet!"

The Bloodvine Demon King's vines stiffened instantly, overwhelmed by emotion.

Standing atop the Zi River's waves, facing the overwhelming ferocity of the Xiang River Dragon King, Gui Da was not afraid at all. Instead, he sneered and uttered a prepared speech.

There are nine versions of this set of words, each corresponding to one of the eight demon kings and the Lord of the Clouds. Let's start by cursing one of them today.

"Hey! You Xiangjiang scum, you're nothing but a 'trafficking in the head' scoundrel, yet you dare to call yourself a dragon's offspring? You're like a monkey in a crown, unaware of your own folly, and you, a mere 'bone in a tomb,' are you worthy of competing for the Dragon Palace's secret box?!"

He quoted extensively from classical texts, one after another.
In terms of cultural attributes, I'm not exaggerating, but our Bao'an Hall's staff can easily outperform the entire Dongting Lake.

Upon hearing this, the Dragon King flew into a rage, his dragon eyes glaring like copper bells: "What are you babbling about?"

Hmm. The impoverished literati of the General Staff and the Taihu PhD miscalculated.

The cultural gap was too large, which led to the failure of the provocation.

However, it wasn't a complete failure. After all, whether they understood or not, they knew the other party wasn't being kind. So, the Dragon King added, "I'm not worthy! Do you think the pickled mustard greens next to you are?!"

That's so tacky! It's incredibly tacky! Everyone understood it.

(End of this chapter)