Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 686 Dragon Lord, King Yu, Xu Xuan
In the blink of an eye, the once menacing Yuanjiang Estuary was reduced to a mere handful of grains.

Shi Wang gripped the iron rod tightly, his face still expressionless, but the awkwardness was impossible to hide.

If only those beasts and insects had lingered a little longer and joined forces to kill the enemy.

This has really embarrassed the leader of the eight demon kings.

It follows the path of transforming rocks into demons, unlike ordinary aquatic creatures. It doesn't have a strong connection to the dragon bloodline, so its mind is relatively clear.

"You knew the Dragon Palace would appear in the mortal world, and you were the ones who placed the brocade box."

Shi Wang's voice was hoarse, and the tip of his stick was pointed directly at Xiao Qing.

It noticed that even the Taihu Lake demon soldiers were unusually quiet, only twitching occasionally, unlike the frenzied Dongting aquatic creatures, which further convinced it of its guess.

Xiao Qing's lips curled slightly, and the illusory lotus flowers around her flickered.

She was in a strange state at that moment—the restlessness in her blood and the clarity brought about by visualization were fiercely clashing.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Xu Xuan rambling on in her ear, mostly the sage's teachings he gave in class at Nanshan, and also a lot of fallacies.

Information pollution-like things built an unbreakable barrier, suppressing the surging instincts of snakes.

With a flick of his sleeve, he turned his profile to face the enemy and said, "Indeed, it was I who did it."

His cool voice had a hint of magnetism, completely unlike the usual Xiao Qing Da Wang; he nailed the high-class vibe perfectly.

The swordsmen from the new Shu Mountain behind him were quite impressed; he was truly a model of having a thunderous heart but a calm face.

Only Li Xianfeng felt something was wrong; as he looked at his master and Master Xu, they seemed somewhat similar in appearance and spirit.

Turtle, who should have been showering Turtle with praise at this moment, remained silent.

Because it is suffering now, the turtle shell is making a cracking sound.

The supernatural ability to ward off evil and attract good fortune was completely out of control at this moment—one moment it showed "great fortune," and the next it turned "great misfortune," the switch was so fast that it made it foam at the mouth.

Meanwhile, the calming talismans that Yu Bai and General Mud Dragon had affixed were already on their third burnt-out, their ashes swirling in the gale.

In short, Baoantang's composure was indeed somewhat out of place in such a frenzied environment.

The Stone King couldn't help but ask again, "Since that's the case, why don't you seize this opportunity?"

Xiao Qing stood with her hands behind her back, changing her pose once more. The hem of her blue battle armor fluttered in the bloody wind.

A wicked smile played on his lips, but his eyes were clear and bright. A faint golden lotus phantom appeared around him, completely blocking the approaching dragon's might.

"Dragons are not benevolent; let's wait and see."

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Why am I acting so good today?

King Xiaoqing was so frustrated he wanted to roll around on the ground, really wanting to take a picture of himself with the photo-recording stone.

However, this wasn't just empty talk; Xu Xuan had personally instructed the little monster on many precautions, the most important of which was to be wary of dragons.

Dragons are brutal, arrogant, and ferocious beasts.

How could one easily enter the lair of a ferocious beast? Even if they built palaces in imitation of humans and made food their guards, their nature would not change.

Moreover, this view was further solidified after meeting the Dragon King of the Yangtze River.

That lewd dragon has never concealed what's in its bones.

No sooner had the words been spoken than a demon rushed to the Dragon Palace in the distance, and then, without any suspense, turned into a bloody flower.

The demons at the forefront had barely touched the radiant light surrounding the Dragon Palace when their bodies exploded as if crushed by an invisible giant hand.

Blood mist exploded before the walls of the glazed palace, turning the azure lake water dark red. A catfish spirit that had cultivated for three hundred years didn't even have time to scream before its enormous head shattered like a ripe watermelon, its bone fragments mixed with brain matter splattering onto the jade steps of the Dragon Palace.

An invisible pressure crushed all living beings that tried to enter.

Then came a large number of demons, and a shower of blood. They rushed forward and died one after another at the gates of the Dragon Palace.

A thick layer of corpses gradually rose to the surface of the lake. Some crab spirits had their shells shattered by the oppressive force, while some carp demons floated on the water with their eyes wide open, blood streaming from their seven orifices. The most pitiful were the water flea spirits with shallow cultivation, whose corpses were not even able to retain a complete shape, turning into clumps of sticky blood that adhered to the Dragon Palace barrier.

The death toll skyrocketed, and the Dragon Palace Holy Land explicitly refused entry to these lowly demons with shallow cultivation.

Even in the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake, the lowest level that has appeared in the past is not an ordinary person; there are quite a few wandering immortals among them.

These beings, whose forms are not even fully formed, were previously just food. How could food be allowed to enter the main hall so openly?

Unless enough people die.

As more and more aquatic creatures were killed by the shockwave, the palace gate trembled slightly, revealing a crack.

In an instant, refreshing spiritual energy surged out from the cracks, and the demons who were touched by the spiritual energy immediately had their scales shine and their cultivation level soared.

This scene completely ignited the demon horde's frenzy.

"Transformation into a dragon! It really can transform into a dragon!" A white carp spirit, ignoring its companions who had just been crushed into mincemeat, lashed out at the crevice. Its body began to disintegrate along the way, but the bursting blood mist was three times more vibrant than that of other demons—a sign of burning divine souls.

The greed and desire for evolution that had been previously suppressed by death reached their peak once again.

"Useless!" The King of Insects' thousand compound eyes flashed coldly, its hundred legs sweeping like scythes, slicing dozens of retreating shrimp soldiers in half at the waist. "Keep charging! It's your good fortune to open the Dragon Palace for your lord!"

"Not enough! Still not enough!" The salamander king's fleshy whiskers danced wildly as he grabbed two turtle demons and slammed them against the palace gate. The turtle shells shattered into pieces amidst the golden light.
The four demon kings completely dropped their pretenses. The Eel King's serpentine soft sword transformed into thousands of silver threads, stringing the entire group of silver carp demons together into a blood gourd and flinging it toward the palace gate; the Luo Fei King's twin hammers struck out a soul-shaking demonic sound, forcing thousands of demon soldiers to charge forward in a frenzy; the Forehead Insect King was even more ruthless, directly detonating the inner cores of his armored water nymphs, using the shockwave of the explosion to blast the corpses toward the barrier.

The methods used were far more brutal than the arduous marches that the Turtle Army had to undertake.

The number of casualties exceeded the total casualties of the three water system upheavals in just a few hours. The Stone King could clearly see that the blood mist was being slowly absorbed by the dragon patterns on the palace gates. With each wisp of blood essence absorbed, the palace gates opened a little wider.

It suddenly remembered what Yun Zhongjun said when he awoke from his dream three hundred years ago: "The history of the dragon race is the oldest and the bloodiest."

"They act recklessly and feed on all living beings."

"If it weren't for the strength of the human race, we demons would still be at their mercy."

At this moment, a deep crevice suddenly split open in the surface of the Yangtze River, and the Dragon King emerged riding the waves.

He was draped in a black dragon-scale cloak, and the beaded curtain hanging from the jade crown on his head swayed slightly, reflecting a cold, eerie light in the moonlight.

He glanced at the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake, a hint of mockery flashing in his golden eyes.

Although the palace was dazzling and colorful, the eaves were covered with unformed dragon and serpent statues, which were nothing more than a monkey wearing a crown in the eyes of a true dragon.

Suddenly, his eyebrows twitched slightly, and his dragon claws pressed lightly against the water's surface.

Thousands of ripples instantly transformed into warp and weft, weaving a celestial net that covered the eight-hundred-mile-long Dongting Lake. Every ripple trembled, conveying a message, yet the presence of the scholar in blue robes remained elusive.

“Interesting.” The Dragon King’s gaze suddenly fixed on Xiao Qing.

Within the lotus-like aura swirling around the snake demon, there were clearly threads of cause and effect that were both familiar and repulsive to Him.

What's even more amazing is that the green snake used visualization to perfectly imitate the man's Daoist aura, and the expression between his eyebrows was exactly the same.

"This little snake, which has placed its hopes on that monster, is unlikely to have a good end."

After that, the Dragon King stood at the water's edge and watched as the demons used the most primitive blood sacrifice method to open the Dongting Dragon Palace.

He saw the first demon rush in, and watched hundreds and thousands of transformed commanders and demon kings charge in, revealing a puzzled smile.

At the mouth of the Yuanjiang River, the two sides that did not rush to the Dragon Palace remained in a delicate balance.

It wasn't out of kindness that he abandoned the idea of ​​ambush; Master Qing's 'kindness' was still in a cooling-off period.

However, the overpowered Little Green King can see that this big rock hides many, many things, and making a rash move might lead to disaster.

But now that we've reached this point, shouldn't we call it a day?

It's a bit boring that they neither hit nor scold.

The Stone King sighed, glanced at the group of outsiders, and then transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the Dragon Palace gate. It was to guard the palace for its lord.

Xiaoqing, along with the people of Baoan Hall, flew to the Dragon Palace with the Demon Cloud Sword Light.

Looking at the magnificent and resplendent appearance, she always felt that something was wrong, but the attraction of the essence blood within was undeniable.

So, as if possessed, he took out three sticks of incense.

Light it, and bow!

May the Dragon King of the Yangtze River protect us.

The pupils of the Yangtze River Dragon King at Taipingkou suddenly contracted. "You learned this from that bastard Xu Xuan?"
And there wasn't even a single offering; they really aren't learning good habits.

The little demon, who had just activated his visualization technique, actually created a plausible cause-and-effect relationship with this one bow, and floated away to Taipingkou.

The Dragon Lord paused for a moment, then waved his hand, actually releasing a trace of true dragon aura.

He suddenly had a whim and felt that he was about to witness a grand spectacle.

Consider this little bit of breath as your ticket.

This effort was not in vain, because Xiaoqing took out three more sticks of incense.

Light it, and bow!

"May His Majesty King Yu protect us."

Before Xu Xuan came, he specially took her to pay respects at the mountain gate. Although we are not human, we also have the great wish to quell the floods. Please give us what you think is appropriate.

Suddenly, the gate of the Yuwang Temple on Yushan Mountain opened, and a gentle breeze blew onto Xiaoqing.

Standing at Taipingkou, the Dragon King's interest grew even higher. "Good, good, good, what a little snake demon who has surpassed his master!"

Just as they were having a good time, they saw the little snake demon take out three more sticks of incense.

Whom are we worshipping?

The Lord of the Yangtze River and King Yu the Great are the most authoritative figures related to rivers, lakes, and seas. Could a third person possibly be found who can bear such a vow?

Light it, and bow!

"Xu Xuan, please bless me."

The last bow was to the White Lotus Holy Father.

As expected, nothing unusual happened, and Xiaoqing breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this third attempt would also be useful.

Then he said to the group of people from Bao'antang behind him: Let's go!

They filed in and disappeared into the outside world.

Dongting Lake also quieted down, and a thick fog rolled in.

(End of this chapter)