Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 917 The Grand Scene in the North
The people living on both sides of the Huai River certainly had no idea that they almost ended up as fish.

A powerful person who doesn't abide by the rules of the world can cause a natural disaster with a single thought.

With a single thought, the white-haired, golden-eyed ape can unleash a colossal wave that will engulf the villages on both banks.

Humanitarianism, destiny, and imperial laws are nothing but ants' chatter in His eyes.

He didn't care at all; at worst, it would just be divine retribution.

In ancient times, He dared to confront even King Yu head-on, so why should He fear the weakened Heavenly Way of today?
To do something knowing it's impossible—the strong person's conviction trumps rules.

Especially for the great demons who roamed in ancient times, their era was still the primitive way of heaven, a time of undifferentiated chaos, where the strong preyed on the weak, and they showed no favoritism or pity towards the weak human race.

If He were to truly take action, the Huai River, stretching for thousands of miles, could instantly transform into a living hell.

Fortunately, there are still strong individuals in this world who maintain order.

At the foot of Mount Tu, an old man dressed in animal skins, who looked as if he had walked out of ancient times, was laughing and talking.

He was burly and had a loud laugh that seemed to scatter dark clouds. He gestured wildly, occasionally patting the monkey's shoulder hard, making the monkey's white fur rustle.

The posture was not like facing a fierce god who had stirred up the Huai River and competed with Yu the Great, but rather like encountering an old friend in the mountains and fields, with a familiarity mixed with an undeniable boldness.

The white-haired monkey listened while getting angry, his demonic aura boiling, causing the Huai River beneath his feet to churn and churn as if he were going through menopause.

His golden eyes glared angrily, his sharp teeth bared, clearly showing extreme impatience, yet he did not immediately lash out.

According to the legend of "The Great Sage of Sizhou Locking Up the Water Mother," the monkey was once imprisoned underwater and transformed into a mother. Therefore, if someone catches a glimpse of the boiling Huai River and that blurry figure from afar, they might mistake it for an enraged "mother monkey."

...It doesn't seem like it's entirely impossible?

In the end, the two parted on bad terms.

The monkey snorted coldly, turned around and stepped into the surging Huai River, its figure disappearing beneath the waves.

Crouching in the water, his golden eyes flickered uncertainly as he pondered what to do and whether he should give the guy opposite him face.

In the common understanding of the cultivation world, the connection between the incense offering and the original body is very shallow. Once the original body is dead, this lingering shadow of the vow power that is neither dead nor alive is, strictly speaking, no longer the Yu the Great of yesteryear.

But this is not the case for monkeys.

Although it wasn't a bloodline inheritance or a reincarnation of a soul, the other party's gaze, tone, and domineering presence were undeniable.

And the aura of Yu's merits that lingered around him, closely related to the Huai River... all proclaimed: this was the continuation of Yu's beliefs, the opponent he knew best and hated most.

"Hmph," a cold, battle-ready whisper echoed from the depths of the water, "Then I'll see just how good your friend really is!"

The cheerful old man returned to the Yuwang Palace with a smile, but as soon as he stepped through the palace gate, the bold and unrestrained smile on his face vanished instantly, his face fell, and his figure seemed to dim.

He had no choice.

One of the Four Rivers is so enormous, and under the control of the monkey's tyrannical and ancient will, its power is even more terrifying and unparalleled, almost like a natural disaster.

The forceful suppression of the raging floodwaters, though seemingly effortless, actually exhausted the incense and prayer power accumulated over hundreds of years in the Yuwang Palace. It even had to trigger the already dwindling Yuwang authority deeply rooted in the water veins of the Nine Provinces.

This incense-burning body is now unstable and precarious. If that monkey really does it again without regard for anything else, it might not even be able to maintain its form.

Therefore, this is the only way to delay the inevitable and appease the hot-tempered ruler.

As for that "very good fighter friend"...

The illusory image of King Yu, formed from incense smoke, rubbed his temples, a look of almost guilty conscience on his face.

"Hopefully he...can fight a little better now."

Meanwhile, Xu Xuan was standing on the shore of Nüshan Lake in Linhuai County, his expression shifting between light and dark.

Just now, the violent collision and vibration of the water elemental energy between heaven and earth, even though it was hundreds of miles away, still struck his spiritual senses like a heavy hammer.

That power... isn't it a bit excessive?
Beyond Guangling County, further west lies Tushan, and to the north lies Sihong.

It was a time to choose a path and decide where to go next. This trip north had no fixed route; it was all based on my heart and the pull of fate.

Then, just as he was concentrating on sensing the direction, the white lotus image between his eyebrows spontaneously began to flow, causing his "vision" to suddenly rise and extend, as if piercing through the clouds and overlooking the entire Huai River.

Then I "saw" that breathtaking scene.

The specific details are hard to capture, only the most primal power roars.

It's probably—buzz!

The water element between heaven and earth was forcibly drawn up by a tyrannical will, like a giant bow being fully drawn!

boom!
Another vast, ancient golden light, imbued with supreme human dignity, forcefully intervened and collided head-on with it!
Duang! ! !

An invisible shockwave exploded in the void, causing the wind and clouds to change color and rivers to turn upside down!

The special effects were maxed out, and even the laws of nature seemed to tremble.

In the end, everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

Although it may seem somewhat confusing, the core fact of "Huai River going mad" was accurately captured.

Who told him... to be near the scene of the incident?

Xu Xuan gazed at the seemingly calm lake surface, his lips twitching slightly.

"Such a commotion..." he muttered to himself, "I guess everyone in the entire Nine Provinces who should know about it has reacted by now, right?" Sure enough, the first spirit butterfly fluttered in, bringing Xiao Qing's urgent message.

Xu Xuan had just unfolded the book, and before he could even read it carefully, several more butterflies formed from spiritual energy flew in from all directions, fluttering around him and scattering specks of light dust as their wings flapped.

With a sigh, I could only read them one by one.

Xiaoqing's letter was simple and direct, and her handwriting revealed a murderous intent that seemed eager to try.

The gist of it is that they sensed a major disturbance in the north, and they were wondering where the enemy was.

Should we call in reinforcements? Just one word is all it takes, and the troops from Taihu Lake and Dongting Lake are already mobilized and ready to march north at any time!
As for who the enemy was... she didn't know. Anyway, she'd just muster her troops first.

It turns out that after the New Year, Xiaoqing was ambitious and began to plan the strategy of Poyang Lake, intending to bring this last large lake in the Yangtze River basin under her control and complete her grand plan to dominate the water system of Jiangnan.

In theory, this body of water should be extremely easy to capture.

Why?

Simply because its location... is too special.

Beside Poyang Lake lies Mount Lu, a famous mountain with a long history.

What is on Mount Lu?

Bailu Academy is the foremost of the three great academies in Jiangnan, a place where literary talent gathers.

Xu Xuan's "good senior" Lao Shen is now the headmaster there, in charge of the Confucian school.

At the same time, this mountain is also the location of the ancestral temple of the Pure Land School, which is the head of the contemporary Buddhist sect to which Zen Master Fahai belonged.

The gates of the two major schools of Confucianism and Buddhism stand right next to it. What kind of foolish demon would dare to run wild in such a place? They would be incredibly stupid!
In fact, the most "vicious" case in the entire Lushan area in recent years was probably caused by the commotion made by that seemingly refined but actually fierce old Shen when he was "eliminating harm for the people" with a large machete.

Therefore, Xu Xuan had only written two letters, which were sent to Bailu Academy and Pure Land School respectively, to explain the situation in general terms.

This is almost equivalent to completing half of the work for the Poyang Lake travel guide, clearing away the biggest potential obstacle.

All that remains is to send troops to garrison the area, manage the waterways, appease the aquatic creatures, and finally hold a ceremony to worship heaven and earth, so that Xiaoqing can officially ascend to the position of the Water Lord of Poyang Lake.

As the water lord who has already controlled two major lakes, Xiaoqing may not be able to influence the vast water element of the entire Kyushu, but her perception of water veins is already extremely keen.

How could she not sense that sudden, powerful force from the north, imbued with an ancient sense of dominance?

That's fine then; perhaps it was just a reclusive master revealing his divine power by chance.

But not long after, the Huai River erupted completely, and a devastating aura soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the Yuwang Temples scattered throughout the land resonated with this, forcibly drawing upon the vast power of human compassion and the golden light of merit, as if responding to that ancient provocation...

These successive strange phenomena completely heralded the beginning of a great struggle that would sweep across the world.

As the water deity of the south, how could she not sense it?

At that moment, she was even more panicked.

Their evolved eyes can see more and more things, and this time... it's a bit scary.

The unrestrained and violent power of the Huai River, like an ancient ferocious beast breaking free of its shackles, roars as it tries to devour everything on both banks.

The other force, as solid as the earth and as resilient as ancient mountains, carried the supreme will to suppress the four seas and pacify the eight wastelands, forcefully suppressing the raging flames.

The forces mobilized by the two opposing sides have long surpassed the level of ordinary immortals and gods; it is a clash of authority originating from the very source of heaven and earth.

Regardless of which side it is on, the immense power it possesses is far beyond her current reach.

Having just successfully evolved and brimming with confidence, Little Blue King, who considered himself the best among the current Suicune, was completely dumbfounded.

Didn't my sister confidently declare that she was the only legitimate Water Lord in the world, destined by Heaven to rule over the Water Element?
Even a powerful ancient demon like Lord Yunzhong was defeated, so what is the origin of this monster that suddenly sprang from the Huai River?!

Overwhelmed by a sense of crisis and a strong sense of defiance, she almost immediately picked up her pen and wrote a letter to Xu Xuan.

Let this guy ask the Dragon King, or go to the Yuwang Temple to burn incense.

As everyone knows, Master Xu has a wide circle of friends and can be called a social butterfly in the three realms. He also had a good "friendship" with the old man Yu the Great.

In her view, once she found out the truth, if she could win, she would immediately gather the naval forces from Taihu Lake and Dongting Lake, and head north to the Huai River to overwhelm them!
Upon receiving the letter, Xu Xuan could almost picture Xiao Qing's furious reaction.

He immediately replied to reassure her: "Don't panic, stay calm! Let me ask my good older brother first!"

As for the other letters that came from various factions within the Baoan Hall, their contents were largely the same, with the core message being: "Hall Master/Boss/Young Master! Is there a fight about to break out? Do you need to call in reinforcements? We're ready to go anytime!"

Xu Xuan looked at these letters filled with violent tendencies and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

So what exactly is the story behind Baoan Hall?

Has the company culture gone a bit astray?

Why is everyone from top to bottom so irritable? When faced with a problem, their first reaction is to shout for violence?

It's one thing for members of the Swordsman lineage to be combative, but why is it that even the department headed by a Taoist priest who should be quiet and inactive, writes letters with such a passionate tone?

Xu Xuan stroked his chin, firmly denying that this situation had anything to do with him.

He's only been in the industry for three years at most, which is... just two years of fighting a war with everyone.

Can you blame him?
(End of this chapter)