Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 693 It's Hard to Tell the Truth
Yun Zhongjun's figure suddenly froze, his white robes and wide sleeves fluttering even without wind. His usually indifferent eyes now showed a slight ripple.

"Great Compassion?"

His voice suddenly became ethereal.

“Oh, Birch…”

Amidst the churning clouds, the Cloud Lord recalled the last time he saw that fellow. Long after their separation, it excitedly announced that it had found clues to the reincarnation of the Holy Mother, and had exchanged a great price for control of the clouds.

It seems that it has perished on its journey to find the White Lotus Mother.

As for how he perished... I previously thought he was surrounded and killed by the righteous path.

As a descendant of a divine beast, with a special bloodline, its supernatural powers, while not necessarily vast, are at least enough to roam freely across any region.

It would take at least several high-level cultivators working together to have a chance, and the void would also need to be sealed off.

Of course, it's also possible that she was killed by the resurrected Virgin Mary.

He still remembers that fleeting glimpse from many years ago—that figure standing on the lotus platform, smiling so compassionately, yet with eyes as cold as eternal ice. While uttering "saving all sentient beings," he casually turned offenders into a mist of blood.

It's not surprising that such a monster would casually kill its loyal subordinates.

But it's different when it's mentioned by the person in front of you.

A rare hint of inquiry flickered in the indifference in his eyes.

"You know that Boqi comes from Dongting." This was not a question, but a statement. Every word carried a chilling coldness, and the ground instantly frosted over.

The fact that Da Ci originated from Dongting was kept very secret. Only if the other party saw the part of Dongting Cloud and Mist Power that he had lost would they make the connection.

I've had some vague interactions with him, so he's probably an enemy. He even knows the true identity of Birch... This monk has a very clear purpose.

"It never shows its true form. Those who can recognize the Birch bloodline are either ancient descendants or... people who have killed it with their own hands."

The surrounding clouds and mist began to condense into tiny ice crystals, which refracted the sunlight into a rainbow of colors, yet exuded a chilling murderous intent.

A chill came from all directions, transforming into invisible swords pressed against Xu Xuan's brow.

Yun Zhongjun stood there quietly, dressed in white, awaiting his answer. This was one of the few remaining emotional attachments he held onto. As he was about to take his final step, even his desire for revenge had faded, and he was already transforming into a celestial being, demon, god, or arhat.

It's fine to do it casually, but if it requires a major undertaking...

Seeing this, Xu Xuan remained calm and actually sat down cross-legged, taking out a set of celadon tea utensils from his sleeve. With a light touch of his fingertips, a stream of clear spring water gushed forth from the void and poured into the teapot.

"This humble monk has some top-quality Longjing tea here..." He planned to drink and chat for a few dollars, wouldn't that be nice?

"I don't like tea," Yun Zhongjun coldly interrupted, the clouds in his sleeves transforming into chains. He detested such hypocritical tricks; it would be much more straightforward to extract souls and refine them directly.

Upon hearing this, Zen Master Fahai chuckled and with a flick of his wrist, the tea set instantly transformed into a set of bronze wine vessels.

The rich aroma of the wine immediately filled the air, causing the surrounding condensed clouds to tremble slightly.

"I killed Boqi." Xu Xuan's voice was calm and firm, without the slightest evasion or hesitation. His gaze was fixed on Yun Zhongjun, as if he were stating a perfectly ordinary fact.

Very honest.

Under normal circumstances, facing a high-level cultivator like Yun Zhongjun, and with the dual constraints of Heavenly Dao supervision and Buddhist precepts, concealing one's true thoughts would be an almost impossible task.

Every subtle fluctuation in one's thoughts can be keenly detected by the other party, let alone something as significant as this.

However, Xu Xuan is an extraterrestrial demon, whose rules are different from those of this world. He is particularly adept at maneuvering between people's hearts and the laws of heaven, weaving a web of lies and truth.

This time, however, he chose to tell the truth. Not because Xu Xuan was an honest man, but because—he couldn't hide it.

The moment the Finger of No Life devoured Boqi, it inherited a portion of the divine power belonging to this descendant of the ancient divine beast—the art of entering dreams. This ability was not acquired through cultivation but originated from its bloodline; once unleashed, its aura could not be concealed.

Rather than being discovered by Yun Zhongjun and finding yourself in a passive position later, it's better to admit it now.

"You killed him..."

Yun Zhongjun's voice was soft, yet it sounded like thunder descending from the heavens, each word carrying a heavy, oppressive weight.

On Dongting Lake, the once calm surface suddenly churned, dark clouds gathered from all directions, and lightning flashed deep within the clouds, as if the heavens were enraged.

This is the will of the strong influencing the celestial phenomena.

The Lord of the Clouds was not angered, nor did he show any obvious killing intent. But even the slightest fluctuation in his emotions was enough to change the color of the entire world.

His gaze fell on Xu Xuan, still indifferent, but with a hint of scrutiny.

"A monk killed a dream-eating mythical beast?"

"interesting."

Before the words were even finished, lightning suddenly exploded over Dongting Lake, and a blinding bolt of lightning struck down, stirring up towering waves on the lake's surface!
The Yunzhongjun experienced a completely new experience unlike anything he had ever had before.

Claiming to have killed Boqi, yet daring to go to Dongting Lake to cause trouble? Is this arrogance? Or domineering? Or simply presumptuousness?

Or perhaps... there's a deeper conspiracy at play?
Yun Zhongjun narrowed his eyes slightly, and the clouds and mist of the eight hundred miles of Dongting Lake flowed slowly under his will, transforming into an invisible net that enveloped Xu Xuan.

He had seen too many arrogant people, but this scholar before him seemed different.

He's so open about it.

It was so frank that it didn't seem like a provocation, but rather like... stating a given fact.

He could see through every wisp of mist in the eight-hundred-mile-long Dongting Lake and discern every flow of magical power among human cultivators, yet he could not see through this scholar's true nature.

What is the background of the Pure Land School?
No, even monks of the Pure Land School shouldn't have such confidence.

Hidden cultivation level?
However, his aura clearly indicated that he was just an ordinary cultivator, and he had not even reached the realm of refining emptiness and merging with the Dao.

On what grounds?
Yun Zhongjun shook his head slightly, denying his guess.

“Boqi is meticulous and has innate supernatural powers. He has absorbed the power of human wishes from the twelve beasts of the Great Nuo for hundreds of years, and he also possesses the White Lotus Demon Art, and is shrouded in clouds and mist.”

"With your current level of cultivation, you can't kill it."

"I said."

His tone was calm, yet carried an unquestionable majesty, as if the very laws of heaven were proclaiming judgment.

"Tell me how Birch died."

Yun Zhongjun refuted Xu's self-disclosure based on his own experience.

When the Birch Bird first entered Dongting Lake, it could tear through the waters of the Baili River with its mournful and indignant cries. At the same time, it was also a human-turned-demon with a terrifyingly resolute heart.

The combination of human wisdom with the physical body and supernatural powers of the demon race was already top-tier. After further manipulation, they became the twelve beasts of the Great Nuo, and were further protected by the power of their wishes.

The Dharma Kings bewitched by the White Lotus Holy Mother were almost all powerful figures of this caliber, which enabled her to unleash a force capable of overthrowing the human world and the cultivation realm.

Such a powerful being cannot be killed at the same level. This human in front of him still wants to deceive him?
(End of this chapter)