Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 811 Old Black, Oh Old Black
Monster monk! Monster monk!
When Xu Xuan opened his eyes, he felt somewhat tired. He rubbed his temples, and a wisp of light emanated from his fingertips as he tried to dispel the lingering resentment in his mind.

The cursed words "evil monk" echoed repeatedly in his consciousness like a leech.

In theory, with his current level of cultivation and the supernatural powers he gained after consuming Burch, controlling dreams should be as natural as breathing.

But the situation before him was completely different—this was not an illusory dream, but a resentment that transcended time and space, following the thread of cause and effect, forcefully invading his consciousness.

"Such strong emotions and malice can be conveyed even without a specific target."

"Isn't it said that the most powerful force in the world of immortals and heroes is love?" He shook his head, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "How come when it comes to me, it's all boundless hatred?"

Xu Xuan has never formally practiced the supernatural power of cause and effect.

Such profound methods have always been the domain of those who have crossed the threshold of transcendence, and are only qualified to ponder them.

Although he could perceive some of the emotions and outlines, he was unable to unravel the complexities and trace the origins like those old monsters.

At this moment, a blurry yet extremely impactful image appeared in my consciousness:

A massive, mountain-like shadow floated in the sea of ​​blood, a chilling, bone-chilling hatred entwined every rock, and the scorching flames of revenge steamed the River of Oblivion into white mist...

"Tsk, this resentment is almost tangible." Xu Xuan rubbed his temples and couldn't help but complain, "If it weren't for its high level, it wouldn't be alive to still be making such a fuss now."

He casually flipped through the invisible "List of Enemies" in his sea of ​​consciousness, and with a light tap of his fingertip in the void, several names appeared.

After randomly sifting through the list of surviving enemies and eliminating a few bosses who wouldn't resort to shrewish insults, the candidates were left with...

"So it really is just you left, Old Black." Xu Xuan chuckled, and with a flick of his wrist, a vermilion pen appeared out of thin air, drawing a bright red circle over the name "Black Mountain Demon," as if marking some kind of dangerous item.

Looking back on the Black Mountain Demon's "career," I can't help but feel a little emotional.

When this guy first appeared, he was incredibly arrogant. Unfortunately, a series of subsequent events completely disqualified him.

"Fortunately, our old Xu is a man of principle." Xu Xuan stroked his chin with a look of relief. "Not only did he not expose your downfall, but he also helped you manage the persona of 'Underworld Overlord' very well."

The Black Mountain Demon's reputation could rise several levels, thanks at least three-tenths of his contribution.

So now this is... the official login?

interesting.

Soon, Zhang Hua's intelligence was delivered.

The letter was brief yet explosive, detailing the monstrous waves the Black Mountain Demon had stirred up in the underworld.

"Black Mountain has officially landed in the Sixth Hell. Its mountain covers the sky and the sun, and all kinds of ghosts howl. The rules of hell are collapsing."

"Currently, the Sixth Prison has been completely plunged into chaos and darkness, with various forces fighting each other, and the situation is unclear."

"My abilities are meager, and the Examination Authority is too large a target for me. I fear I can no longer investigate. Please forgive me, sir."

Xu Xuan held the letter in his hand, his fingertips tapping lightly on the table as if deep in thought.

"Tsk, Old Black is making quite a splash this time..." he muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, the intelligence is still too vague."

Zhang Hua had only just begun to shed his Yin spirit nature and had just embarked on the path of ghost cultivation. His strength was limited, and further exploration would be too risky.

The Sixth Prison is currently in complete chaos; sending people in rashly could easily lead to them being caught in the crossfire and their bodies destroyed.

"Looks like I need to find a professional."

Xu Xuan smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.

"Qilicha, we have a job."

A moment later, Qi Licha, the special envoy of the Underworld of Baoan Hall, the former Ghost King of Bazhong Mountain, and the current practitioner of the Eight Heavenly Dragons Guardian Divine Skill, turned pale as he held the intelligence report.

"My lord..." it chuckled dryly, cautiously probing, "You wouldn't be suggesting I go to the Sixth Hell, would you?"

Xu Xuan nodded with a smile: "Smart."

Qilicha: "..."

It just wants to stay put and play dead right now.

It's not that it's cowardly, it's just that this mission is too dangerous!

There are three reasons:

Its former unit was the Western Ghost Emperor's dojo, Mount Bazhong, while its former leader, the Great Anathapindika King, was fighting on the front lines!
One of the reasons for starting the war was that "the Black Mountain Demon kidnapped the two great demon kings, Qi Qi Li Shi and Qi Li Cha".

If it were to appear on the battlefield now, wouldn't it expose its deception on the spot?
Secondly, although it has switched to practicing the "Eight Heavenly Dragons Protector Divine Skill", its essence has not been completely transformed.

As its superior being, the Great Qilicha King could see through its disguise at a glance.

At that point, I'm afraid I'll be caught on the spot and deep-fried into a crispy, golden-fried pastry.

Most importantly—the Black Mountain Demon now utterly hates the "New Black Mountain Army" lineage!
If Montenegro finds out...

"Oh dear, that would be incredibly embarrassing."

then……

Qilicha took a deep breath, resignedly lowered his head, and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Please, Master, bestow this treasure upon us."

It's the Demon King who had in-depth exchanges with Kame about "workplace insights".

Gui Da once earnestly told it, "It's impossible to refuse a task assigned by the boss alone, so you might as well just ask for the equipment and get whatever you can."

So, Qilicha got smarter—since he had to go anyway, he might as well take advantage of the situation first!

Xu Xuan was also very satisfied with its smooth operation. With a wave of his hand, he pulled an umbrella directly from his sleeve.

The umbrella surface is a mix of blue and white, resembling mist yet not quite, while the ribs are coiled like dragon bones, with a faint mist of Dongting Lake swirling around them.

"Take the Dongting Cloud and Mist Umbrella."

Qi Licha was taken aback: "Isn't this a magic weapon made by Lady White Snake?"

Xu Xuan nodded: "Yeah, you can borrow it for a bit." Qi Licha: "...Can it defend against Ghost King-level attacks?"

Xu Xuan pondered for two seconds: "I don't know if it can be defended against, but it will definitely be hidden when running away."

After all, Bai Suzhen's original intention in creating this umbrella was to prevent someone from being discovered when they did bad things.

Qilicha: "..."

Sure enough, the boss's inventory was full of these 'practical' treasures.

Xu Xuan patted it on the shoulder, his tone solemn:
"Keep up the good work, the organization has high hopes for you."

"There are only a few demon kings and ghost kings in the underworld, so you can't go there many times."

Qi Licha's lips twitched even more. Even Gui Da would roll his eyes at such words.

But what can be done?

The boss is kind-hearted.

At least it wasn't sent to its death empty-handed.

So Qilicha gripped the Dongting Cloud and Mist Umbrella tightly, turned around, and burrowed underground.

Before the figure disappeared, it heard Xu Xuan thoughtfully add a sentence from behind:
“I have dozens of Tibetan relics here, they’ll all be yours when I get back.”

Qi Licha: "...Boss, you should have said so earlier."

He instantly accelerated and sprinted forward. No wonder that guy, Turtle, always verbally refused but physically rushed to the front lines; there's a reason for it all.

Seven days later, Qilicha returned.

Its expression was priceless. Three parts were still shaken, three parts were relieved to have survived, and four parts were a mix of "I never want to go to the Sixth Prison again in my life."

"grown ups……"

He tremblingly took out a crystal-clear bead from his bosom and respectfully handed it to Xu Xuan.

"All my observations and experiences are contained within."

Xu Xuan took the bead, scanned it with his divine sense—and instantly burst out laughing.

Because the first scene that catches the eye is the Black Mountain Demon being beaten.

In the screen:
On the dark underworld, there were horrific traces of the great battle everywhere.

The crimson bronze pillars, like toothpicks carelessly discarded by giants, lay askew on the scorched earth.

The walls of the Sixth Prison were full of pits and craters, resembling a vegetable garden smashed by a meteorite shower. Even the water of the River of Oblivion leaked in, forming patches of blood-red puddles.

The air was still thick with lingering ghostly energy, and occasionally one could hear the mournful cries of lingering souls, like the afterglow of this great battle.

The majestic mountain of the Black Mountain Demon was being attacked by five or six ghost kings. Although it was powerful, it couldn't withstand a group attack.

The underworld alliance had originally planned very carefully.

Regardless of whether the Black Mountain Demon is a schemer or not, since so many ghost kings have been gathered, "since we're already here," why not just gang up on them and crush this "returning king" overlord in the Sixth Prison!
After all, a dead Montenegro is a good Montenegro.

But the Black Mountain Demon is no pushover either.

Knowing the situation was critical, it went all out from the start, directly unleashing its trump card—the inherited magic weapon of the Netherworld Cult Master!

"boom--!!!"

In an instant, a chilling wind howled, ghosts wailed, and the entire Sixth Great Prison was shrouded in a terrifying pressure.

Several ghost kings who charged at the forefront were pierced by a red light before they could even scream. Their souls shattered on the spot and dissipated into the vast expanse of yin energy.

By the time Qilicha lurked nearby, the climax of the battle had already ended.

It can only extract information from the ghostly spirits on the edge of the battlefield.

Among them, a vengeful ghost named "Zhang San" provided the most information.

Zhang San: "I was hiding behind the bronze pillar at the time and saw the red cloud flash by with my own eyes—and then the officials from Taozhi Mountain and Yulei Mountain were gone!"

Qilicha: "What do magical artifacts look like?"

Zhang San (trembling): "I...I didn't see clearly...I just remember a bright red cloud of fire, and then...and then they exploded!"

In fact, if it weren't for the Great Anathapindika King stepping forward again and withstanding the attack of the Red Clouds, this operation to kill Black Mountain would probably have really failed.

After several days and nights of fierce fighting, the outcome was finally decided.

The terrifying mountain range of the Black Mountain Demon has been shaved off by another third.

The broken rock formations lay collapsed in the small hell, their surfaces covered with crisscrossing cracks, looking several times more wretched than when they fled overseas.

The worst part is... until the very end, no one came to save it.

Black Mountain is not the White Lotus Demon King; it has no "moral" protection and no "teammates" to support it.

Alone on the mountain, it withstood the onslaught from the entire underworld.

Then, they were defeated yet again.

After watching the video, Xu Xuan couldn't help but shake his head:

"Old Black, Old Black, why did you come back?"

Of course, after their ultimate defeat, no Ghost King truly intended to exterminate them all.

The reason is simple: this "international student"... is really quite capable.

After all, who can guarantee that a ruthless character who can survive being roasted in the divine light of the sun for two years and still return with the inheritance of the Netherworld Cult Master doesn't have a hidden trick up his sleeve?

What if it gets pushed too far and self-destructs, taking half of the underworld with it?
The ghost kings exchanged tacit glances, and finally the nameless ghost king of Jambudvipa said: "How about we make peace?"

(End of this chapter)