Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 762 The One Who Sang and Danced Died First

The guests who come and go are either powerful ghost kings who dominate a region or ghost heroes who are richer than a country—who among them is not a ruthless character to make a name for themselves in Jambudvipa?
The doorman loudly announced the names of the guests and their gifts, and this time he was telling the truth. The scene was quite grand.

The Five Ghost Emperors' dojo hadn't received any news, so naturally they wouldn't come. However, quite a few lesser ghost kings from the surrounding area came, hoping to make a name for themselves in front of the two major powers.

"Sir, may I ask who you are...?"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King had just reached the gate of his mansion when he was blocked by a gatekeeper ghost. Its eye twitched—how many years has it been since anyone dared to stop it like this?
"Southern Jambudvipa, King of the Underworld." The Dharma King casually made up a name, signed it with a flourish, and was about to rush in.

"Wait!" The doorman stepped forward again, blocking the way, and rubbed his hands together, saying with a smile, "Your gift money..."

A wedding gift?!
Why are you asking me for a gift?

The Yin-Yang Dharma King almost laughed in anger. It was always others who offered it tributes; when had it ever been its turn to give things away? It narrowed its eyes and released a slight amount of pressure—ordinary little devils would have already knelt down and begged for mercy.

To everyone's surprise, the doorman didn't budge an inch, and even politely extended his hand again: "Sir, the rules can't be broken."

The Yin-Yang Dharma King finally began to seriously examine this "gatekeeper":
Are all the gatekeepers this grumpy now?!

Beneath the doorman's skin, Zhang Hua silently activated the protective talisman given to him by Xu Xuan: Although I'm no longer a driver, I'm still an old ghost who has experienced the hell of salvation and screaming. This little bit of momentum is nothing.

Have you ever witnessed world-destroying flames, floods, and fierce winds descending from the sky? Have you ever seen the mandala of the Womb Realm obscuring the world? Have you ever seen millions of violently deceased ghosts transform into starlight and enter the cycle of reincarnation?
You've never even seen this before and you dare to show it off in front of me?!
Now, obediently take out your stuff, old Deng.

Zhang Hua only grumbled inwardly, but then...

"How can there be such a poor ghost king?"

"Here to freeload, huh?"

"This kind of trash dares to come here? Lord Black Mountain and the Yin-Yang Dharma King would never deign to look at such a poor brat!"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King remained silent for only a moment, and then the ghost kings behind him started to jeer without restraint, their voices so loud that they could be heard clearly throughout the entire mansion.

The ghost kings of Jambudvipa have always been like this.

According to scriptures, there are numerous ghost kings in Jambudvipa, some benefiting people and others harming them. These ghost kings are driven by karmic retribution, and their retinues, when traveling the world, do more evil than good, bringing little benefit to sentient beings and causing them more harm.

Therefore, it is perfectly normal for them to behave this way—they do not understand the essence of cultivation, nor do they have any goals, but they are exceptionally gifted at doing bad things.

Now they only chirp a few words, which is a significant improvement.

Amidst the laughter, the Yin-Yang Dharma King finally couldn't hold back any longer.

When have I ever been treated like this?!

With a gloomy face, he flicked a pitch-black gourd from his sleeve: "Ten living souls, just collected from the mortal realm."

"Wow—"

The demon kings, who had been making a racket just moments before, immediately fell silent.

Living souls are a form of hard currency in the underworld, let alone those freshly collected from the mortal realm—this quantity is enough to buy half of a ghost town.

The few ghost kings who had been egging them on exchanged glances, finally realizing: this "miser" was probably not so simple...

The Yin-Yang Dharma King snorted coldly and strode into the mansion. All it wanted now was to get out of this humiliating place as quickly as possible.

If it weren't for concealing your identities, would you bunch of trash dare to be so insolent in front of me?!

Zhang Hua quickly pulled out a bunch of warning artifacts that Xiao Qing had given him to check. This extreme indicator... there's no doubt about it!

He immediately made a hand seal, and a beam of green light silently flew towards the backyard.

Upon receiving the intelligence, Xiaoqing gave an order to speed up the process and then seal the gate.

He then ran out to speed up the wedding process.

Wang Shusheng was afraid at this moment; he seemed to sense a familiar presence.

You Feng was both excited and scared. After all, when gods fight, mortals suffer, but this process had to be completed.

Only the city lord, who knew nothing, was overjoyed, singing and dancing at someone else's wedding. When it came time for the toasting, the Yin-Yang Dharma King finally couldn't hold back any longer. He had listened to the Ghost King at this table boast for an hour, which was completely worthless.

He sensed that there was nothing in the mansion that could threaten him.

So why wait for those two little devils to bow three times? Just grab their souls, destroy the city, and be done with it.

"Hmph! Wang Shunsheng, You Feng, do you still recognize who I am?!"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King slammed his hand on the table and rose abruptly. His wide, dark sleeves fluttered even without wind, and the Yin and Yang energies around him surged like raging waves. Pointing at the trembling newlyweds, he righteously and sternly rebuked them:
"A thief who stole my assets dares to have such a grand wedding here?!"

Before Xiaoqing, who was hiding in the shadows, could jump out to uphold justice, the drunken city lord was the first to emerge.

This tyrannical emperor, wearing a crooked crown, swayed precariously before the newlyweds:
"Hey! You ungrateful ghost king! Today is the big day for the marriage alliance between the Black Mountain Army and the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm!"

Reeking of alcohol, he arrogantly pointed at the Yin-Yang Dharma King's nose: "Important figures will be arriving soon. Are you trying to cause trouble at this time because you don't respect me?!"

As he spoke, he turned to Wang Shunsheng and gave him a greasy, reassuring smile: "Young Master Wang, don't be afraid. With me, the city lord, here, he can't hurt you... Ah!!!"

A flash of mysterious light appeared.

The city lord maintained his impassioned posture, but suddenly his entire ghostly body vanished inch by inch from head to toe, as if erased by an eraser.

This story teaches us: Don't sing and dance at someone else's wedding, it could really kill you.

After the Yin-Yang Dharma King casually crushed the little Karami to death, the disguise spells around him faded away like a tide.

When that handsome face, exactly like Wang Shunsheng's, was revealed—

"Ah!" Wang Shunsheng's legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, his lips trembling: "It's...it's really here..."

You Feng knelt on the ground, his ghostly form trembling slightly with fear: "Your Majesty, please have mercy... just give us the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to finish our prayers to Heaven and Earth..."

Her voice was mournful, as if she were truly just a lovelorn ghost yearning for fulfillment.

"wishful thinking!"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King sneered. It knew perfectly well—once the two souls had paid homage to Heaven and Earth, they would be certified. What if this affected it?
With a single thought, the entire ghost town began to tremble violently!
In the void, a vast Yin-Yang Dharma Realm manifested, beginning to devour the city like a gaping maw of an abyss. Houses with blue bricks and black tiles were uprooted, and countless little ghosts screamed as they were sucked into it.

This is what a real "feast" should be like!
"Your Majesty... are you really not giving me even the slightest chance?"

You Feng raised her head, the pleading in her eyes gradually replaced by resentment. A blood-red mist rose from her red wedding dress, and the embroidered mandarin ducks began to drip blood!

"Heh, a mere puppeteer dares to attack me?!"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King seemed to have seen a joke, and raised his hand to unleash a Yin-Yang divine light—a strike that would have been enough to annihilate an ordinary ghost king, but it was suddenly blocked by a beam of azure light!
"Ok?"

The Dharma King narrowed his eyes and saw a woman in green standing with a sword in hand, the blade still pulsating with lingering yin and yang energies.

"A monster?" it asked, somewhat surprised. "Where did it come from?"

Xiaoqing twirled her sword, head held high and chest puffed out:

"Under the command of Black Mountain, General Benbo!"

The Yin-Yang Dharma King took it seriously, his expression shifting between light and dark: "People from Black Mountain? No wonder they dared to block my way..."

It suddenly grinned maliciously: "Perfect! Let's settle both old and new scores at once!"

Xiaoqing, however, remained completely calm.

A pair of large golden hands forcefully pierced the void between the Yin-Yang Dharma Realm and the Ghost City, and then... exerted their power!

With a tearing sound, like cloth being ripped open.

"Yin Yang Dharma King, prepare to die!"

(End of this chapter)