Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 742 Xu Xuan Wants You to Die at Midnight

He looked up at the sky; it was three quarters past noon, still a long time before sunset.

It's not easy to hitch a ride now that you're dead.

So he pushed open the door and went in, intending to see if he could hold on for a few more hours, preferably until the hour of Xu (7-9 PM) before he breathed his last.

As soon as he entered, Xu Xuan burst out laughing.

Good heavens! This young master from the capital, with his colorful and chaotic appearance, and rather unique style, died in a rather flamboyant way!
The plague's aura coiled around the limbs like a green mist; the yin energy coiled around the heart like a black snake; the ghostly energy moved in and out of the seven orifices; and the poisonous gas was even more colorful, flowing under the skin like an overturned paint can.

His luck was so pale it was almost transparent, his humanity was rapidly fading, and he was like an oil lamp that had just been extinguished, with only a wisp of smoke left to struggle for life.

Beside him stood a heretical deity, holding a magical artifact that seemed to be preparing to lock away the soul.

It seems they intend to transport the body back to the capital for a ritual to help it pass on before it enters the cycle of reincarnation.

As expected of a prominent family, they are very particular.

Xu Xuan naturally wouldn't allow such a situation to happen.

“Wait a minute—!”

A loud shout startled everyone in the room.

The senior doctors looked up abruptly, and Xun's trusted confidant was terrified—could it be... there was still hope?!
Xu Xuan looked on with a sorrowful expression and said sadly, "Although my methods cannot defy fate, I can still make Lord Xun sober for half a day and leave his last words."

What a fine example of "humanistic concern"!
It saves the Xun family face and also wins them goodwill—it's perfect!
A hint of gratitude forced onto the ashen face of Xun's trusted aide, who hurriedly ordered his servants, "Quickly! Prepare an incense table, paper, and brushes!"

Meanwhile, the group of elderly doctors quietly crouched in the corner, their eyes wide open like copper bells.

The head of Baoan Hall personally took action!
This is valuable material that can be written into medical records!

Some people have already taken out their notebooks, ready to record every action.

They wanted to see just how this young Master Xu could suppress those monsters from Baoan Hall!

Xu Xuan never disappoints.

With a flick of his sleeve, he shouted, "Seven Stars Extend Life!"

Then he began his performance.

"Ho! Ha! Hey! Hi! Ha! Humph! Hmm!"

With each shout, an oil lamp would be lit in a fancy manner, and after seven shouts, the Big Dipper constellation would be arranged inside the room.

Xiaoqing very cooperatively took out a magnificent longsword inlaid with gemstones from her bosom and tossed it into the air—Xu Xuan spun 360 degrees to catch the sword, and even struck a pose like a white crane spreading its wings when he landed.

specialized!

What followed was an outrageous operation that will go down in medical history—

With a light flick of the sword tip, the first lamp was lit.

"Tian Shu"!
Flames wrapped around the sword like threads.

His movements were fluid and his swordplay was expansive and powerful, each move drawing a lamp, from Tianxuan to Yaoguang.

As the final movement concluded, the seven lamps formed a triangular balance with Xu Xuan and Xun Ji, the airflow inside the room swirled, and the candlelight actually floated in the air!

The visual effects are full!

It has to be said that when people do bad things, they are truly not afraid of hardship or fatigue, and may even be filled with passion.

Xu Xuan felt that today's swordsmanship was several levels higher than before.

The veteran doctors were dumbfounded; some had already knelt on the ground, muttering to themselves, "A divine being... this is the work of a divine being!"

During the Qin and Han dynasties, medical specialties gradually became more clearly defined, falling into four categories: "Medical Classics," "Prescriptions," "Sexual Therapy," and "Immortal Cultivation."

The "Immortals" are the most mysterious, specializing in the study of longevity, focusing on nourishing life and preserving the true essence of life.

It is the pinnacle of many medical skills, an unattainable other shore, an existence in fantasy.

Today, it has reappeared in the hands of the head of the security guard hall!
"Truly worthy of being the master of Bao'an Hall!!!"

Everyone praised her, and Xiaoqing suppressed a laugh.

This swordsmanship is comparable to my own Yue Maiden Swordsmanship.

Xu Xuan, upholding the professional spirit of "loving what you do," kept his hands moving without stopping.

While maintaining his flamboyant sword dance, he secretly and precisely injected the White Lotus magic power and the poison gas of the Ten Thousand Poison Sand into Xun Ji's seven orifices and eight acupoints.

The main idea is "fighting poison with poison"!
The white lotus's magical power was like strong liquor poured down his throat, forcibly invigorating his scattered soul;

Tibetan acrid sand is like a red-hot iron needle, stimulating the last bit of life in the body;

The two forces collided within Xun Ji's body, ensuring both an immediate resurgence of energy and certain death within half a day. Even more remarkably, the magical power and poison dissipated automatically after his death, leaving even the King of Hell unable to detect anything amiss!
What is professionalism? This is professionalism!

The evil Taoist priest standing to the side stared wide-eyed, but couldn't figure out the trick at all.

Where has this little Karami ever seen such a high-level operation?

His mind was filled with thoughts of how amazing the swordsmanship was! If only he could snatch it... He even started planning whether to ambush Xu Xuan and steal the sword manual after Xun Ji died.

Typical example of someone who doesn't know their own mortality.

As the sword's momentum subsided, Xun Ji indeed "slowly awoke."

"This is a secret method to prolong life, which can extend one's lifespan by half a day..." Xu Xuan's voice was weak. After speaking, he collapsed to the ground, his face as pale as paper.

Xiaoqing immediately put on her dramatic act, her eyes reddening as she supported him: "Master! Why do you have to waste your true energy like this!"

Song Youde understood immediately and arranged for a carriage: "Quickly send Master Xu to the Prefect's Mansion to recuperate!"

The perfect alibi is now complete!
As for whether Xun Ji will be alive or dead half a day later?
What does this have to do with my Baoan Hall?

We did our "best efforts to save it"!
Xun Ji slowly awoke, feeling light as a feather, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his body. The pain, the plague, and the poison that had tormented him for so long had all vanished without a trace!
But when his confidant choked back tears and told him that he only had half a day left to live, that feeling of relief instantly turned into overwhelming resentment and anger!
How could I, a member of the prestigious Xun family, die in such a place?!
As for the rewards given to these doctors… Xun Ji sneered, “A bunch of quacks don’t deserve them?!”

In his eyes, failing to cure the disease was tantamount to murder for money, and prolonging the life by half a day was merely an attempt to atone for the crime.

So when he picked up his pen to write his will, he added a clause through gritted teeth: "After my death, please have your father kill a few doctors from Suzhou to be buried with me..."

I was writing this when suddenly I was overcome with grief and tears streamed down my face—I haven't lived enough yet!
I still have so much wealth and luxury I haven't enjoyed yet!
"I shouldn't have gone to Qiantang to be a county magistrate!!!"

Xun Ji suddenly slammed down his pen and roared hysterically.

He tore the brocade quilt to shreds; smashed the medicine bowl; and even tried to pounce on the nearest henchman and strangle him!
Fortunately, he was too weak to move and slipped, collapsing to the ground and continuing to weep bitterly.

A revolving lantern of thoughts flashed through my mind.

Xun Ji's journey had been smooth sailing until he crossed the Yangtze River, after which a small change occurred.

As everyone knows, Baoan Hall wiped out all the mountain spirits and monsters with names and surnames in the Jiangnan region, clearing away the evil atmosphere in the entire area.

However, due to the needs of the script, some rare species have been introduced at several specific points in time.

The white-browed tiger demon with piercing eyes in Jibei was eating people in Youzhou when it was suddenly teleported to Suzhou by a teleportation array.

One second the swarm of ghosts from Hedong were helping the tiger demon deceive passersby, and the next second they were standing on the official road in Jiangnan, lost in thought.

The corpse demon in Longxi was digging a grave when it looked up and found itself on the shore of Taihu Lake.

These monsters were naturally overjoyed to see living people, but when they rushed forward, they ran into the double protection of the Xun family's good fortune and the imperial court's official authority.

It can't bite, and it can't scare them away.

Xun Ji found it quite exciting, relying on the magical treasure he carried with him to break through. He found it quite interesting and had a great time.

After that, they encountered mountain spirits, monsters, and ferocious beasts one after another, but with the help of their own guards and offerings, they made it to Suzhou City without any major incidents.

Little did they know that designing so many plots and arranging so many ghosts was precisely to squander their luck.

After the incident involving the governor of Xin'an, Xu Xuan carefully reflected on the problems and optimized the program.

Xun Ji's arrival is exactly what it means to be a guinea pig.

As the layers were peeled away, the recovery of fortune could not keep up with the consumption. After arriving in Suzhou, he was again tossed and turned in the dust and pollen of the mortal world, which depleted his yang energy.

We've finally reached the kill threshold.

So the remains of Deng You's descendants who were infected with immune system diseases came in handy.

During a trip to a neighboring county to seek pleasure, he fell in love at first sight and became hopelessly addicted.

After writing his farewell letter, Xun Ji suddenly calmed down.

With a cracked lip, he hoarsely ordered, "Bring the wine, bring the dishes! Bring out the best Suzhou cuisine!"

The servants busily brought out delicious food and wine.

Xun Ji wolfed down his food, his hands greasy from eating, and he even chewed up the bones and swallowed them.

Even if I'm going to be a ghost, I'll be a ghost who dies with a full stomach!
He also wanted to invite a few girls to sing, but unfortunately his genitals were ulcerated, so he had to give up.

So they took the sword and started playing a battle royale game in the mansion, stabbing anyone who got caught to death.

At midnight, Xun Ji, who was going crazy in his room, suddenly widened his eyes.

His Adam's apple bobbed but no sound came out; his ten fingers dug deep bloody marks into the ground; finally, he straightened his back and stopped moving completely.

The butler and his confidants, who were hiding not far away, rushed over and wept uncontrollably around the body. Without anyone to help the dog, its future would be difficult, and it might even incur the wrath of its master.

The heretical cultivator took out a small cauldron, preparing to stabilize the soul.

"Crunch~~"

A night breeze suddenly blew open the window, and a sweet, cloying fragrance filled the room. The servants who had been kneeling and wailing suddenly felt their eyelids droop and collapsed to the ground, falling into a deep sleep, some even with happy smiles on their lips.

The evil cultivator suddenly turned around, his pupils shrinking sharply—

The legendary doctor from Baoan Hall was already standing by the window, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on him, his sleeves fluttering even without wind.

"Doctor Xu, what is the meaning of this?" the evil cultivator shouted, secretly turning the Soul-Locking Cauldron in his hand.

Xu Xuan did not answer, but simply raised his right hand and gently pressed it down—

"boom!"

The world before the heretical cultivator suddenly collapsed!
He felt as if he had been thrown into an infinitely extending well, with the lines of that palm visible above, below, and in all directions, and even time seemed to freeze under that press.

What kind of supernatural power is this?!

Wasn't he supposed to be a miracle doctor?!
The moment the thought arose, the physical body disintegrated like a sand sculpture, and the soul was forcibly shaken out of the body.

With a flick of his sleeve, Xu Xuan collected the souls of Xun Ji and the evil cultivator into his palm.

Xun Ji's soul was still in a daze, while the evil cultivator trembled and curled up in a ball.

"Good evening." Xu Xuan greeted him with a smile, then straightened his clothes.

Let me reintroduce myself—

"This is the head of the Baoan Hall... (hundred words omitted)... the chief judge of the sixth great prison of the underworld."

“Of course…” He patted Xun Ji’s soul body affectionately.

"You can call me Doctor Xu."

"Skilled in treating illnesses and saving lives."

(End of this chapter)