Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 731 The Demon King Above

As the second battlefield opened up by Baoan Hall, the Underworld has always faced enemy forces that are known for being slow, sluggish, and stable.

The rules and barriers between the underworld and the mortal world make everything here seem hazy and sluggish.

Most of the ghosts and monsters in the underworld are mentally impaired, either due to deep-seated obsessions or fragmented memories, and their actions are completely chaotic. They may suddenly erupt in anger due to resentment, but they will soon fall into chaos again, and may even kill each other.

So it hasn't caused any major trouble.

However, recently the winds in the underworld have quietly shifted.

It's unclear whether it was the mortal aura that Xu Xuan carried that invaded the underworld, or whether the rules of the underworld itself finally couldn't bear the loneliness any longer.

Those originally sluggish ghosts began to become restless. Some Yin spirit temples that had been dormant for thousands of years reopened their doors, and ghost kings belonging to different factions even learned to plot.

Even more frightening is that the rules seem to be distorting, showing faint signs of breaking through the barriers between the two realms...

Everything is changing.

Qilicha is entrenched deep within the Netherworld Mountain, its ghostly claws entwined with strands of willpower, manipulating the minds of the ghosts of the underworld like puppeteers.

As a guardian ghost king who had already been incorporated into a dual system, it had not forgotten that its original strength lay in leveraging external forces.

With just a little instigation, those already chaotic ghosts will become the best mouthpieces, spreading rumors like wildfire.

"Have you heard? The Yin-Yang Dharma King is secretly colluding with cultivators in the mortal world, trying to overthrow the order of the underworld..."

"Shh—keep your voice down! I heard it's been refining unclaimed ghosts for a while now, preparing to break through to the Ghost Immortal realm. When that happens, even the Five Ghost Emperors will be trampled under its feet!"

"No wonder there are fewer wandering souls in the Sixth Great Prison lately, and the City of the Wrongfully Dead has vanished into thin air. It turns out it took them away..."

Ghostly talk is inherently exaggerated; even a small part of the truth can be spread as a complete conspiracy.

Qilicha didn't even need to get involved himself; he only needed to give a gentle push at the crucial moment, and countless ghost mouths would naturally add fuel to the fire.

In just a few months, the rumors have spread like a plague to the eighteenth level of hell, and the wild ghosts and spirits outside Yinshan Mountain have spread the rumors with great detail and conviction.

Even in the dojos of the Five Ghost Emperors, similar whispers could be faintly heard—though the Ghost Kings might not take them seriously, the seeds had already been sown.

"Bastard!"

The roar of the Yin-Yang Dharma King shattered the beams and pillars of the Blood Pool Palace.

The crimson ghostly eyes swept over the trembling ghost general, a wisp of memory recently obtained through soul-searching clutched in its claws.

It's full of absurd and slanderous lies.

What collusion with foreign enemies? What plot to seize hegemony in the underworld? It merely wanted to gather more wandering souls in the gap between Yin and Yang to comprehend the laws; it never harbored such ambitions!
It's a miscarriage of justice!!!

If you did it, that's one thing, but if you didn't, how can you be wrongly accused?

What enraged it even more was that these rumors precisely hit the taboos of the powerful beings in the underworld.

I've finally managed to reach a cooperation agreement with the ghost kings of the Five Directions Ghost Emperor's Dojo, so I can't afford any mistakes.

After all, business in the Yin-Yang realm is all about integrity.

The dignified overlord of the underworld, an arrogant being skilled in intrigue, is truly unacceptable.

Little did they know that its treachery could gain fame in the underworld, mainly because there were no pillars or writing brushes in front of the hall, but mediocre writings on the desk.

If this were placed in the mortal realm... it wouldn't be any different.

"Investigate for me!" The resentment surging around the Yin-Yang Dharma King manifested as hundreds of pained faces. "Who is behind this—"

It originally intended to immediately return to the underworld and use the method of slaughtering thousands of miles to deter the villains.

However, they have just found a very suitable body in the mortal world, which can break through the shackles of Yin and Yang and bear more magic power and primordial spirit.

In the end, he could only suppress his anger and send his men to the deepest hell to see who was trying to play dirty tricks.

He himself traveled to the mortal realm via the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm, for important business was at hand. Based on the visits of his numerous incarnations, the Jiangnan region was highly suspicious, especially Guo Bei County, which had become a forbidden area.

It knew that there used to be a subordinate of Black Mountain there, called the Tree Demon Granny, who had the ability to communicate between the yin and yang realms.

If there is any clue, it is very likely to be there.

And so, a handsome scholar appeared in the mortal world, walking on the official road.

The body's face was so pale it looked like a living person, but because of the disguise that the Dharma King deliberately maintained, it instead appeared somewhat like the delicate features of a frail scholar.

With a gentle wave of his folding fan, the four characters "Yin Yang Harmony" appeared and disappeared on the fan's surface. With each wave, a portion of the surrounding yang energy was silently absorbed.

Upon reaching a dilapidated boundary marker, the Dharma King suddenly stopped. The four characters on the marker, "Guobei County Territory," seemed to carry a peculiar aura, making him feel somewhat uneasy.

"Interesting. Looks like this is the place."

"First, complete the ghost kings' requests, then go back and catch that foul-mouthed little thief."

"The realms of Yin and Yang cannot be overturned."

In the underworld, Qilicha's demonic claws trembled slightly, and the threads of willpower wrapped around his joints suddenly became sluggish.

Deep within its empty eye sockets, eerie green flames flickered uneasily—an instinctive perception of danger.

"Something's not right... There's an enemy plotting against me."

As bait set by Xu, it should have continued to fan the flames and thoroughly enrage the Yin-Yang Dharma King.

But at this moment, I could clearly feel a chilling killing intent spreading in the underworld, and my desire to live was being targeted.

"How about... we hide for a while?"

The thought had barely crossed my mind when I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

It wasn't that Xu had cast any spell on it; it was simply that he couldn't bear to part with it.

The "Eight Heavenly Dragon Kings' Oath of Protection" was once so brightly displayed before his eyes, the golden scripture words like knives, piercing Qilicha's soul.

This was a promise from Xu Xuan: as long as the task was completed, he would receive this Buddhist secret manual, which would be enough to transform him.

"Damn it!"

Qilicha's face twisted into a grimace. The instinct for survival screamed for it to flee immediately, but the allure of the scripture made it unable to move an inch.

In this contradictory situation, it suddenly had a bold idea.

"perhaps……"

He pulled a handful of scarlet incense sticks from his sleeve. These were treasures he had obtained from Xu Xuan, imbued with that person's aura.

As the wisps of smoke rose, Qilicha himself found it laughable—it, an old ghost, the Yinshan Ghost King, and a Dharma Protector of the Pure Land School, was actually imitating the ways of mortals burning incense and worshipping Buddha.

But there was no time to worry about that now. He clasped his hands together and chanted incantations to the faintly visible figure in the smoke:

"By the Demon King Xu Xuantian, your believer Qilicha prays for a way to both find the Yin-Yang Dharma King and escape unscathed..."

Indeed, in its mind, Xu Xuan's status had long been elevated to the level of the Heavenly Demon King.

After all, someone capable of destroying and slandering Buddhism could never be a simple, ordinary holy monk.

The incense has burned out.

Qilicha stood there dumbfounded, then suddenly let out a self-deprecating ghostly laugh.

It was truly blinded by greed—that was the Dharma King who had occupied the space between Yin and Yang for thousands of years, a being whom even the Five Ghost Emperors had to give some face to.

(End of this chapter)