Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 667, the seventh one

"Sail, sail!"

On the dock, Xiaoqing urged them on loudly, her green robe fluttering in the river breeze, and the pearl hairpins in her hair jingling. Her fingertips lightly tapped the gunwale, and the Ganjiang and Moye swords in their sheaths emitted a faint hum, as if sensing their master's mood.

Xu Xuan reassured him, "Don't worry, I predict the seventh box won't appear until we arrive."

That's a kind of self-confidence too.

He then began directing the logistics personnel of Baoan Hall to load supplies onto the ship.

Xiaoqing was a little bored, so she ran down and asked why they didn't fly over, but instead took a boat from Zhenjiang and went upstream along the Yangtze River.

“Our primary objective this time is the Dragon Palace, and our secondary objective is to secretly inflict heavy casualties on the Dongting demons. Flying there openly would only expose our identities. Therefore, traveling by water is the safest option.” Xu Xuan unfolded a map, his fingertip tracing the ink lines. “Passing Jianye, we go through Wuwei to Jiujiang. Yan Chixia will accompany us on the ship through Wuchang, and Gui Da will meet us at Baling. We have people at every dock along this route, ready to make final adjustments at any time.”

Xiaoqing leaned over to look at the map, and suddenly exclaimed, "Huh? Isn't this the first half of the route you took your students on their study tour last time?"

“Exactly.” Xu Xuan rolled up the map, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

All my connections are on this line, and I'm prepared to call people along the way.

Moreover, traveling by water is safer than traveling on land, as it allows you to avoid many small-scale dungeon storylines.

The boatman was about to untie the mooring rope when he suddenly heard a clear shout from the shore:
"Wait a minute before setting sail!"

Xu Xuan looked in the direction of the sound and saw a young man in a plain white Taoist robe standing on the blue stone steps. The morning light pierced through the river mist, making the wooden hairpin with the Lingbao talisman engraved in his hair shine brightly. His wide sleeves moved without wind, as if he were an immortal descending to earth.

"Ge Chaofu?"

The young man bowed respectfully, the cloud patterns on his Taoist robe swirling with his movements: "Ge Chaofu, disciple of the Xuandu Temple of the Lingbao Sect, greets Master Xu."

That's the Ge family that was wiped out.

The child's Daoist aura had solidified into a tangible form, his innate energy rising like the morning glow. Most astonishingly, the energy above his head contained golden seal script floating within the purple aura, vaguely forming the two characters "Tongxuan".

The night the Ge family stayed overnight, they asked Xu Xuan for help, but he politely refused. It's hard to say whether a family that secretly experiments with divine pills is good or evil.

Moreover, they even tried to force their way into the ancestral hall and overturn the alchemy furnace, which was quite unreasonable.

Reporting it to the authorities for handling the matter the following day was already somewhat excessive.

Unexpectedly, a few months later, the Ge family was exposed and wiped out, seemingly having been involved in some grand conspiracy.

Xu Xuan lightly tapped the gunwale with his fingertips. To be able to intercept him so precisely at this time and place, they must have used the Lingbao Sect's hidden connections within the Canal Gang. Recalling the strange alchemy furnace in the Ge family ancestral hall that night, he calmly placed his hand on the Shengxie Sword.

"What's the matter with me?"

There was no enmity between them; they were essentially strangers.

But it's understandable if the other party blames him for not being a lifeline, but even a saint wouldn't indulge him.

"I've come to thank you for saving my cousin Renshu's soul, as well as the souls of the other members of the Ge family." Ge Chaofu's eyes were clear, without the slightest resentment, and even a hint of gratitude.

He saved his cousin Renshu
Oh~~~ At that time, the Ge family had just been wiped out. A group of high-quality souls carrying the fragrance of elixir went to the underworld and were devoured by ghosts. They were then rescued by Zhang Hua, who happened to be passing by.

This can be considered a small act of kindness.

There's no need to ask how the other party knew; the Taoist sect has great supernatural powers, and can communicate with spirits or allow the soul to enter the underworld.

Xu Xuan didn't care about the question. He stared into the boy's calm eyes and suddenly felt something was strange.

Ordinary people who experience the annihilation of their entire family either go mad with vengeance or become utterly despondent. But this person before me...
"Misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. There is no family that lasts forever. The fact that the elders are obsessed with elixirs and yearn for immortality has brought disaster to the family is also part of the will of Heaven." Ge Chaofu spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about the weather. "It's just that although my cousin Renshu and the others also used the family's resources, they are innocent people. They should not be allowed to be scattered or unable to rest in peace after death."

It can only be said that this child is indeed born with the potential to achieve great things, and his future is limitless. "This is a gift to thank you, sir. Please accept it." He offered it with both hands, and had no choice but to accept it.

The moment Xu Xuan received it, a sudden surge of purple energy appeared above Ge Chaofu's head.

His face grew increasingly clear and radiant, his Taoist robe moved without wind, the cloud patterns on his sleeves gradually lit up, and the talisman on the wooden hairpin in his hair spontaneously rearranged, transforming into even more mysterious patterns. Within a three-foot radius around him, dust and moisture remained untouched.

This is clearly a sign that one's Daoist heart has progressed to a higher level after severing worldly ties!

"Sir, you have shown me great kindness."

The young man bowed respectfully, his voice already carrying a hint of ethereal quality. This gift was not only a token of gratitude, but also proof that Ge Chaofu had severed all ties with the Ge family.

Such a mindset at such a young age, one might really be the reincarnation of a Taoist master.

However, Xu Xuan couldn't smile when he saw the gift.

"What a gifted Dao seed!" He accepted the jade box with a wry smile. "Is this an expression of gratitude or revenge?"

A box that looks somewhat familiar.

The final key to unlocking the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake has appeared in the hands of the source of causal pollution. What does this mean?
Xu Xuan saw various scenes: he threw the four secret boxes into Dongting Lake, and Gui Da picked up the Tailfire Box on the banks of the Zi River.

Now, this last Fang Ri Box has returned to his hands through the hands of the Ge family's orphan. Countless threads of cause and effect have intertwined, binding him tightly to the Dongting Dragon Palace.

It's interesting that I've become part of this calamity.

So, you little brat, you still hate me, don't you?

The young man smiled calmly, turned around, and walked away. Xu Xuan did not stop him.

It's best to avoid provoking people with such an innate divine aura. Wait until you're invincible before trying to talk to them.

Xiaoqing skipped over and said, "Scholar Monk, you said we'd only go when we got to the box..." She stopped abruptly, then exclaimed in shock, "Great tactic! So we were the ones bringing the box over! You're really good at keeping secrets!"

The Father remained silent, then turned and boarded the ship.

"sail!"

Xiaoqing quickly began preparations.

An altar was set up above, upon which were displayed sacrificial offerings of cattle, sheep, and pig, all adorned with red ribbons and colorful decorations, symbolizing piety and reverence. Wisps of smoke curled from the incense burner, drifting with the wind, rising to the heavens and flowing down to the Yangtze River.

The Water God offered incense to the Dragon King of the Yangtze River on behalf of the Holy Father.

It's heartbreaking to say, but Xu Xuan has been deprived of the right to offer incense to his good friend.

Day two.

A soft, melodious singing drifted from the deck, its pitch rising and falling, carried on the river breeze:

"The wind howls, the sun sets, for whom do we grieve?"

"There was a dragon maiden who was humiliated and banished to herd sheep."

Xiaoqing sat at the bow of the boat, her chin resting on her hand, her black hair fluttering in the river breeze. She wrinkled her nose and said, "What are you singing? It sounds so weird."

She's not at an age where she can appreciate this kind of performance; at most, she'll just giggle at the silly questions and answers in the military drama.

(End of this chapter)