Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 743 Going Through the Main Entrance
Xun Ji's soul kowtowed repeatedly, his forehead slamming into the void, creating ripples of soul light.

"You are a deity! Deity! Please bring me back to life!"

Tears streamed down his face, his soul twisted in a fawning manner, "The Xun family can build a shrine for you! We'll offer incense! Gold, silver, jewels, beautiful women, and mansions—"

"Well--!"

Before she could finish speaking, Xiaoqing slapped her across the face.

Xun Ji's soul twisted on the spot, his nose crooked to the ear, and his mouth tilted to the top of his head, looking like a clay figure that had been crushed.

"Tch." Xiaoqing waved her hand dismissively. "You think this little bit is enough to bribe us?"

It should be understood that Baoantang's open pharmacy, clandestine trade, and plundered wealth have long surpassed the foundation of ordinary noble families spanning a thousand years.

As for incense offerings?

If Xu Xuan really wanted to continue the family line, he could easily get the people to build temples on their own by simply revealing some of the things he had done in Jiangnan.

The vast territory of the underworld could theoretically become their "pasture".

They just didn't want to do it.

After all, incense is poisonous, and karma is complicated; nothing beats deception and fraud... It's much more satisfying to uphold justice.

On the other hand, the heretical cultivator was much more compliant, immediately prostrating himself: "This humble one is willing to serve you like a dog or a horse! I'll go through fire and water—"

"boom!"

Xiao Qing delivered a powerful kick, causing the evil cultivator's soul to bulge out of its eyes and nearly disintegrate into smoke.

Then, like a villainous leader, he kicked the guy again.

"Does someone have a destiny marked by killing?"

The heretical cultivator shook his head blankly.

Is there a great lineage of religions?

Continue to shake your head.

"Do you have any useful innate supernatural abilities?"

The soul shrank into a ball.

"You think you can just walk into that Bao'an Hall as you please?" Xiao Qing sneered. "Go reincarnate!"

The two souls were then brought under control, and the scene was specially arranged.

As the top criminal expert in Jiangnan, even Professor Sheng praised Instructor Xu, whose criminal methods were naturally impeccable.

Xu Xuan casually sealed the two souls into a yellow talisman, folded it into a paper crane, and stuffed it into his sleeve.

Next comes the real technical work—crime scene design.

The scapegoat package for the heretical cultivator included an overturned Soul-Locking Cauldron and half of a Soul-Summoning Evil Array drawn on the ground with Xun Ji's blood.

The young master of the Xun family took all his belongings, and pried open a corner of the accounting box.

Meanwhile, in the prefectural governor's mansion, the ink on the arrest warrant that Song Youde had signed overnight was still wet: "The evil cultivator Xuan Yinzi has stolen the official's soul and plundered the treasury's silver. Anyone who captures him will be rewarded with a thousand taels of gold!"

P.S.: The evil cultivator in the portrait has many moles on the corners of his mouth—after all, the real person has already been annihilated, so the people have to be given some false clues to fit the characteristics of the times.

Afterwards, the two arrived at the outer city with their souls. Before they could say anything, a cold wind blew by.

In Xu Qing's eyes, Xun Ji and the evil cultivator were completely bewitched and lost all sense of their surroundings. They floated down into the distance, where a dark boundary stood.

There are no Ox-Head and Horse-Face deities to collect souls; now, it's all done by the laws of the underworld.

All beings recorded in the Book of Life and Death will be guided to the Gates of Hell after death.

Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing each grabbed a soul and blended into the fold, falling with the yin wind.

The experience of being lost to the underworld is not new for this person. This time, it was done through legitimate channels... well, not exactly. It was more like smuggling.

When crossing the boundary between life and death, the laws of the underworld seemed to pause for a moment.

An anomaly detected: The size of the two ghostly spirits exceeds the limit! Solution: Increase the traction force!
As a result, Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing clearly felt their falling speed suddenly increase, as if they were being pulled hard by an invisible force!
"Tsk, the underworld's 'security check system' is quite sensitive," Xu Xuan muttered.

Drifting along, drawn by the force of attraction, they arrived at the boundary between Yin and Yang.

A black earth, similar to the land of Evil, appeared, and stepping on it felt a chill that went straight to the bone.

Countless ghosts drifted down from all directions and landed, mindless and confused, staggering through the underworld.

A massive city gate stood there for who knows how many years.

The Gates of Hell in the Underworld!
"I am coming again!"

Xu Xuan stood at the gates of hell, speaking with the familiarity of someone visiting their hometown.

His response was a violent tremor from the gates of hell, a creaking sound.

The banners waved wildly, like warning flags.

The city gates opened and closed with difficulty, as if struggling with whether or not to close them.

It wanted to refuse, but the laws of the underworld stipulated that the reception of the dead must not be delayed!
Seriously:
The gates of hell trembled and cracked, and calamity erupted from the human world. Black seal script swallowed the underworld palace, and blue phosphorescence corroded the iron rings.

The crowns of ten kings have fallen, the banners of ten thousand demons are broken. Who has torn apart the shores of the three paths? Blood waves have submerged the mountain of knives.

"This is the Gates of Hell..." Xiaoqing looked around excitedly, like a primary school student on a school trip.

She even squatted down, grabbed a handful of the underworld soil, and rubbed it in her hands: "Tsk, it's even colder than the soil from Black Mountain!"

While skipping and hopping around, he didn't forget to comment: "This gate is quite grand, but it's a bit gloomy. It would be much better if we hung two red lanterns!"

Xu Xuan recalled that he had looked like a "tourist" when he first came here.

This place is truly memorable.

If it were an era when immortals and Buddhas still existed, even without the intervention of powerful figures, Ox-Head and Horse-Face alone could have subdued this snake demon that dared to trespass into the underworld. But times have changed.

now……

"The swallows that once graced the mansions of the wealthy and powerful now fly into the homes of ordinary people..."

Xu Xuan recited the poem while shaking his head, but then felt it wasn't quite right. "Never mind, that's the gist of it!"

As they walked, he explained to Xiaoqing, "Senior Brother Ruoxu said that this Gate of Hell is actually..."

Before they could finish speaking, the two of them had just stepped over the threshold when they suddenly got stuck—one foot was dangling in the air, unable to land!
"Huh? Not giving me face?"

Xu Xuan calmly took out the souls of Xun Ji and the evil cultivator, and waved them around: "They came to help send the ghosts away."

This time, we're going to walk in through the main entrance in a very open and honest way!

After a few seconds of silence at the gates of hell, a sudden "buzz" shook the area, and then it was finally cleared.

The two were overjoyed after fully entering the underworld, indicating that the infiltration plan had started very smoothly.

As for the two soul fragments in his hands...

Xu Xuan originally wanted to crush them directly, causing their souls to scatter, but then he thought it would be better to make use of them.
With a flick of his finger, two white lotus marks were silently imprinted into the depths of Xun Ji and the evil cultivator's souls.

Experiment A and Experiment B are now in place.

We rushed to the Ten Kings Palace. From afar, it still looked like a magnificent building with green tiles, but up close, it still looked desolate.

Countless ghosts lined up in a long queue before the empty Yama's Palace, awaiting judgment.

Xun Ji's soul was swept by the yin wind to the center of the hall, where his legs snapped with a "crack" and he was forced to kneel on the ground.

A divine light suddenly shone brightly on the main seat, and the Book of Death on the side table moved without wind, beginning to write frantically:
Embezzling disaster relief funds led to famine in three counties, and he tortured and killed twenty-seven maids for his own amusement...

Indeed, their crimes are too numerous to count!
Even if the accumulated good deeds of the Xun family over generations offset some of the sins, he would still have to endure the three great prisons of knives, boiling oil, and tongue-pulling.

There are still eight more courts to wait in line, enough to give him a hard time.

"Never mind, I'm in a hurry."

(End of this chapter)