Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 815 Borrowing treasure from others
The ancestral temple of Donglin Temple stands majestically at its mountain gate.

The bronze bell tolled without wind, its sound echoing through the mountains.

It was indeed—the calamity that began on the Han River.

Xu Xuan took two steps at a time and stepped inside. Although his steps were quick, his expression showed no panic.

Despite the urgency of the situation, he was surprisingly calm.

Firstly, having seen so many storms over the years, I've developed a heart of stone.

Secondly... "It finally made its move."

Honestly, although there are no immortals or gods in the human world these days, it's incredibly difficult to do something earth-shattering!

The righteous sects will not stand idly by; the mortal dynasties will certainly do everything in their power to stop it; and the fate of humanity is an insurmountable barrier...

Xu Bailian has a lot to say on this matter.

What surprised him even more was that Yun Zhongjun's methods were so simple and brutal, without any preparation, he directly wanted to restore the nine hundred miles of mountains and rivers to their former state!
"Did I misjudge Yun Zhongjun... or has it ceased to care about the power of the human world?"

Xu Xuan frowned, his fingers unconsciously stroking the jade pot at his waist, a rare moment of self-doubt arising in his heart.

With such a classy name, the title of ruler of a waterway, and the added bonus of Chu mythology, he should be a thoughtful villain.

Especially when Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing were running around Dongting Lake, this person watched coldly from the sidelines, remaining silent so that no one could figure out their intentions.

However, after dragging the other party into Yunmeng, he displayed a bit of domineering power and the might to control the wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

This contradiction and contrast creates an impenetrable veil.

According to Xu Xuan's original plan, Yun Zhongjun was supposed to be an unfathomable chess player.

Either they are confident and have already laid a trap; or their great undertaking is already accomplished and they are just waiting for the moment to close the net.
They might even be more insidious, using Xu Xuan and Xiao Qing as pawns to secretly undermine the fortunes of Dongting Lake, in order to carry out a "deceive the heavens and cross the sea" conspiracy.

After all, that's exactly what Master Changmei did back then, turning his hand to make clouds and rain, showing the style of a mastermind behind the scenes.

But now it seems... there's an even simpler possibility.

Yun Zhongjun is nothing more than a powerful but reckless man.

Although His appearance exuded domineering aura, His white robes were a standard feature of his aloofness.

But no one stipulates that all villains must be experts in divination; nor do all powerful figures have the patience to "wait and see what happens."

Maybe they just feel the time is right and might as well give it a shot...

However, regardless of the speculation, they all point to the same fatal problem: it must have something greater to rely on to dare to go against the tide of human destiny!

Fortunately, Xu Xuan was no pushover either!

How they initially clashed is no longer important; he had already taken the initiative and gradually eroded Yun Zhongjun's sphere of influence, and now he holds absolute control.

Although in the human realm, we are bound by humane rules, which restrict our actions...

Conversely, he can draw upon far more power than Yun Zhongjun.

It's time to show that old monster the best corporate culture our Bao'antang has to offer.
Those who are virtuous will receive much help!
As he mentally deduced the situation, Xu Xuan's white lotus Dharma form quietly retracted.

We had arrived at Vajra Platform, the place where demons are suppressed.

The dazzling Buddha light descended like a celestial river, and golden scriptures flowed in the void, illuminating the entire cliff as if it were a paradise.

The Demon-Suppressing Land wasn't usually this lively, but things changed after Xu Xuan brought over the golden bones of an Arhat who had fallen into demonic possession two years ago.

This thing is definitely a Buddhist treasure; once it's refined, it can become a treasured artifact for the entire sect.

An unnamed old monk led all the monks in the temple in taking turns chanting sutras and performing rituals to save the deceased.

He purifies his demonic nature while simultaneously cultivating himself. This can be considered the Buddhist version of "zero blessings".

Xu Xuan wondered how they would handle the situation if they ended up with a Zen master's body. He felt that his previous decision had been too reckless.

However… it must be very interesting. Amidst the dazzling Buddhist light, Xu Xuan immediately spotted the old monk sitting upright on a lotus platform, leading the monks in studying the Diamond Sutra.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time for formalities. He stepped forward directly, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

Upon seeing this, the monks along the way all put their palms together in greeting—"Zen Master Fahai!"

This person holds a transcendent position and is of extremely high seniority within the sect, and is a contemporary role model in subduing demons and monsters.

But some monks felt exhausted, wondering which ghost king this person had captured or which demon king he had subdued, as there were no more private rooms available in the Demon-Suppressing Ground.

Only the old monk's eyelid twitched; he sensed a great trouble was brewing.

The two arrived at the Ancestral Hall in perfect unison and activated the Dharma Realm.

"Could it be because the water elemental power in the west has gone berserk?"

At this time, the old monk was unaware of the seriousness of the problem, because the raging torrents of Yunmengze were locked up by the Yangtze River Dragon Lord with terrifying methods and realm.

Therefore, although Mount Lu is not far from Dongting Lake, it can only feel waves similar to those of an ordinary flood.

Practitioners cannot easily intervene in natural disasters in the human world, either because of the backlash of their fortune or because they are powerless to do so.

Before heaven and earth, even cultivators at the four realms are nothing more than ants.

Xu Xuan shook his head and let out a long sigh—

"Something bad happened!"

As everyone knows, anything involving Xu Xuan will eventually turn into a "big deal" and will be "bad".

But the extent of this "badness" is truly rare!
To avoid the old monk misjudging him, he immediately adopted the dignified demeanor of Zen Master Fahai and solemnly asked, "Do you still remember where my name 'Fahai' comes from?"

The old monk was taken aback and subconsciously replied:
“Of course I remember, a great calamity will befall the human world in the future… Hmm?” The old monk stopped mid-sentence, his aged pupils contracting sharply: “Could it be…?!”

"Now is the perfect time!"

Xu Xuan slapped his thigh, his voice booming like a bell.

The scene looked as if the sky were about to collapse and the earth was about to cave in.

In truth, he wasn't entirely certain. Although the chaos in Yunmengze was fierce, it still felt somewhat lacking compared to the "great calamity" he had anticipated...

But now, even a slight resemblance has to be exaggerated to a perfect ten.

So he spoke decisively, word by word:
"If this calamity occurs, the people will suffer terribly!"

Seeing that the old monk was still hesitant, Xu Xuan immediately brought out his ultimate weapon.

"The Dragon Lord of the Yangtze River has also confirmed this matter!"

He remained calm and composed, his tone as certain as if he had truly had a long talk with the Dragon King.

"As you know, I have a close friendship with the Dragon Lord despite our age difference..."

"He has always appreciated my... uh... integrity."

The old monk had initially thought that Fahai's short cultivation period might have led him to misunderstand heavenly secrets. But upon hearing even an ancient being like the Dragon King of the Yangtze River give his definitive conclusion…

How could it be fake?!

His face turned pale in an instant, and his mood plummeted!

At the confluence of the three rivers, the Dragon King of the Yangtze River is coiled above the waves, his dragon eyes fixed on the surging water elemental energy in the direction of Dongting Lake, calculating the timing of the arrival of Yunmeng Marsh.

Suddenly, the dragon's whiskers twitched, and it abruptly turned its head to look in the direction of Mount Lu!

Although He could not see through the Pure Land barrier of the Eastern Dharma Protector Bodhisattva, He had a vague sense of foreboding.
"Xu Bailian..."

Dragon Lord narrowed his golden eyes and exhaled two streams of water mist from his nostrils.

(End of this chapter)