Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 709: No-cost Business

The bronze mask on his face crumbled inch by inch, and the scarlet battle robe on his body also vanished like smoke and dust.

Xu Xuan blinked, looked down at himself—and had returned to his clean-cut scholar appearance.

The humanitarian authority and the murderous aura of the battle spirit that had just been borrowed have all vanished into thin air, along with the domineering aura that had once filled the world.

"Tsk..."

That's way too fast! Give us at least a little more time.

The only thing that didn't revert to its original state was the empty bronze vessel, which was eerily clean.

I was so excited just now, but now I just feel empty inside.

Old Shen, oh Old Shen~~~~
I...you...this...

Just as I was sighing, the guqin next to me started acting crazy, probably because it hadn't seen the outside sky or felt the refreshing breeze for a long time.

It actually started playing its own tune, a cheerful melody that resonated with heaven and earth.

Not only does he play music, but he also switches between colorful light effects. If you add an old man in a tank top to the mix... it has the vibe of a postmodern, edgy DJ.

The scrolling light illuminated Xu's slightly troubled face, making it look rather abstract.

Therefore, the guqin was immediately put into the jade pot and suppressed as an evil spirit.

Setting aside his worries for the moment, Xu Xuan looked around and found himself standing on a small hill. The hill was not high, the vegetation was sparse, and the shimmering waves of the Yangtze River could be seen in the distance.

"Where did I get this for?" He scratched his head, then suddenly realized, "Oh—it's the real Kameyama!"

He crouched down, patted the dirt and stones at his feet, and exclaimed incredulously, "That's it?"

The mountain that the legendary tortoise transformed into is utterly useless.

While he was fighting fiercely in the Yunmeng Marsh, he even glanced down a few times.

The old tortoise pretended to be dead the whole time, not even making a splashing motion. The demonic spirits also ignored this enormous creature.

"I thought you had some earth-shattering mission... or some super powerful supernatural ability." He kicked a stone on the ground, half-laughing and half-crying. "So you're just here to be a background character?"

The stone rolled down the hillside with a clatter, startling a few sparrows.

Xu Xuan sighed, dusted off his clothes, and stood up. In the distance, fishermen's songs drifted by, and wisps of smoke rose from chimneys, as if the earth-shattering battle that had just taken place had never happened.

He glanced at the sky again, his brows furrowing slightly.

He had to get back to the main battlefield as soon as possible—Xiao Qing was still fighting alone in the Dragon Palace Secret Realm. Although the deputy hall master was quite skilled, the Dragon Palace was located within the Dongting Lake area, and who knew what dangers were hidden inside?
Considering the emerging dragon monsters, the man-eating coral forests, and the demonized dragon palace itself, conquering it would be quite difficult.

Although Yun Zhongjun is temporarily trapped in Yunmengze, that old monster has been guarding Dongting for so many years and must have a backup plan, so he may break out at any time.

With a whoosh, Xu Xuan embarked on his journey once again.

On the way, I also devoted half of my attention to the Pure Land.

With the golden sacred mountain above, all 30,000 karmic demons have entered a cooling-off period, so the once magnificent Little Western Paradise is temporarily deserted.

With the black demon mountain below, the 30,000 demon souls were in for a good time, all of them having eaten their fill of the karmic fire chain meal.

Under the scorching fire of judgment, the howls of ghosts, tigers, wolves, and demons were heard incessantly.

Those marked had no chance of escaping and were all thrown into the magma to suffer their belated punishment.

The Holy Father, perched atop the mountain, coldly watched the riots raging in the land of Evil.

All the insults and struggles are temporary.

In a few days, they will accept their situation and long for the good thing that their souls will be scattered.

Fortunately, they were all remnants of demonic souls, none of them particularly powerful, so there was no need to rely on the Pure Land Sect's Demon-Suppressing Ground; they could suppress them all on their own.

"You are all stepping stones to my advancement." This time, I stormed into Yunmeng and fought a great battle, and I gained quite a few benefits. I need to digest them slowly for a while.

Walking on water, I suddenly stopped at the point where the Yangtze River flows into Dongting Lake.

"Cough cough."

He took out three incense sticks from his sleeve, rubbed them together with his fingertips to light them, and wisps of smoke rose into the air.

"Thank you for your help, Dragon Lord."

I almost forgot the important matter. If it weren't for Lord Le Zilong's mark, we wouldn't have been able to achieve such a stunning victory with just the Yu King's mask.

Incense sticks were stuck in the crevices of the rocks on the shore, hands clasped in prayer. The river breeze swirled the incense ash, but the water remained calm as ever—the mysterious Dragon King did not appear.

"Tsk, so aloof... I'd love to have a proper chat with them."

However, the fact that the river water didn't extinguish the fireworks this time can be considered a form of recognition.

Golden ripples suddenly appeared on the water's surface only after his figure completely disappeared at the lake's entrance.

The figure of the Dragon Lord emerged from the shimmering water, his expression somewhat helpless.

Where does this guy get his confidence? Don't even mention me, not even the devils of hell recognize you, Xu Bailian.

Reaching out, a wisp of lingering incense smoke was drawn into his palm, mingling with the remaining scent in the mark.

"As expected..." Long Jun's lips curled up slightly, "Those two old poisonous insects in Yunmeng Marsh are not completely dead yet."

The nine heads of Xiangliu and the devouring path of Bashe—these ancient ferocious gods possessed terrifyingly vigorous vitality.

They were exterminated when Yu the Great controlled the floods, but they are still struggling today.

The power that sustains the existence of Yunmeng comes from the instinct of the demon god; it is both a graveyard and a haven from the past.

but……

Long Jun squinted towards the direction of Yunmengze, his fingertips caressing the wisp of aura he had intercepted from Xu Xuan. "Yunmengze can't protect you anymore."

"How can one tolerate another snoring beside one's bed?" As a waterway close to the Yangtze River, the fact that the demon god in the ancient Yunmeng had not quite died was something that He had always been concerned about.

Dragons have a very strong sense of territory.

If Yunmengze causes any trouble, the Yangtze River will be affected immediately.

That's why he deliberately left a mark in the previous transaction, using Xu Bailian to stir up the stagnant waters of Yunmeng.

The little monster was wrapped in astonishing causal threads—a humanoid natural disaster that could cause explosions wherever it went, a source of causal pollution that brought death wherever it went.

Even ancient fragments won't fare well if they get tainted; the next question is whether the demon god is more ferocious or the one surnamed Xu is more venomous.

With a soft laugh, the Dragon Lord's figure transformed into countless water droplets and vanished.

Before leaving, he glanced indifferently in the direction of the Dongting Dragon Palace.

Are the dragons in the Dragon Palace of Dongting Lake also called dragons?
Xu Xuan was unaware of Le Zilong's thoughts, and soon he saw the majestic coral gate of the Dragon Palace.

Just as they were about to step forward, they suddenly sensed something amiss—a familiar presence was lurking behind the rocks on either side of the gate.

He used an invisibility spell to sneak over and almost burst out laughing. He saw Li Yingqi, along with several swordsmen and seven or eight skilled members of the Bao'an Hall, sneaking around the Dragon Palace gate, doing "business".

The group had a clear division of labor: two sword cultivators hid in the shadows of the doorposts, their swords pointed at the doorway.

Li Yingqi squatted behind the pile of seashells, holding the Mani Bead in his left hand and the Gui Water Yin Thunder Bead in his right.

There was also Yu Bai rubbing poisonous sand, with purplish-black dust swirling around the blood-red water.

(End of this chapter)