Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 921 Finally, it's a perfect ending.

Only after the white-haired monkey's aura completely disappeared into the Huai River did the incarnation of King Yu put away his confident and all-knowing expression.

She suddenly turned her head and looked at Xu Xuan with a face full of surprise and uncertainty.

"Can you defeat Wuzhiqi a year from now?"

In just three years, this kid has gone from an ordinary mortal to someone who can now rival the spirit of an ancient demon lord, and he has also won so many seemingly impossible battles...

Maybe... he really is someone the human race hasn't seen in ten thousand years...

Xu Xuan, however, maintained his arrogant and domineering demeanor, as if making the year-long agreement was merely a casual afternoon tea gathering. He uttered two words with a decisive and even cool air:
"No."

The expression on the incarnation of King Yu's face instantly turned awkward, and he almost lost the ability to maintain the stability of the incense offerings and prayers.

This younger generation... is quite humorous.

You couldn't have been so convincing just now, could you?!

That aura, that look, that declaration of "I'll beat you to death in a year"—even He almost believed it.

Xu Xuan also looked helpless, spreading his hands and saying, "Brother, you saw what happened just now. That monkey was clearly using its power to bully people. If I were still a newbie, I might have been able to swallow my anger and give in a little. But now... this isn't three years ago!"

He paused, his tone carrying a sense of conviction that King Yu couldn't understand but found inexplicably powerful.

Do you understand the spiritual influence of the saying "Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river" on people like us?
The three-year period has come to an end...

In short, it doesn't matter whether Wuzhiqi is a male or female monkey, it's irrelevant to me!

If we're going to mess with Him, we have to find a way to mess with Him!

“Furthermore,” Xu Xuan’s expression became more serious as he pointed to the vast plains of the Huai River below the mountain, “this damned monkey holds the lives of so many creatures on both sides of the Huai River in its hands. If we don’t come up with a way to completely solve the problem, are we really just going to wait for it to go crazy and flood thousands of miles of land?”

Upon hearing this, the incarnation of King Yu remained silent for a moment, a solemn expression appearing on his face, which was formed from incense smoke.

He finally nodded and said in a deep voice, "In that case... when you go to war with it a year from now, as long as my avatar hasn't dissipated, I will do everything I can to lend you a hand!"

This may sound unlucky, but it is an unavoidable reality.

Xu Xuan once wore the Nuo mask of King Yu and made a name for himself on the city wall of Luoyang, slapping away the purple aura of the imperial crown.

Although the person did not arrive the following year, he still terrified the old emperor, who hid in a dark room and dared not show his face.

It seems "justified" that such "great achievements" would incur the wrath of the imperial court, which would then retaliate against the Yuwang Temple.

Since a human dynasty could bestow titles upon the gods of mountains and rivers in the name of the emperor, it naturally also had the authority to sever the incense offerings and sacrifices made by the common people to the holy kings of the "previous dynasty".

When the decree prohibiting the gathering of common people to worship Yu the Great or even the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors was issued, all public and large-scale worship ceremonies, except for private family worship, were forcibly stopped.

This is undoubtedly a devastating blow to the very existence of the incense offerings that rely on the wishes of all beings.

If the power of the ancestors of humankind is lost through the collective remembrance and worship of their descendants, it will be like a tree without roots, its power rapidly declining and dissipating.

Therefore, when the incarnation of Yu the Great said, "As long as this incarnation of mine has not dissipated," it was not out of affectation, but rather to reveal a cold reality.

However, this human holy emperor avatar himself did not seem to care much.

According to the original intention of the concept of "Yu the Great", He may not even be very willing to manifest in the world for a long time in the form of incense and vows.

He is a hero who controlled the floods and a king who established his rule over the land, not a deity whose existence depends on incense offerings.

Of course, Xu Xuan's own feelings of guilt are his own business.

In fact, even if it happened a hundred times over, that person would still unhesitatingly deliver that world-shaking slap, and might even feel even more satisfied.

Next, Xu Xuan first pried out the stone king, whose body was half embedded in the foundation.

Several streams of spiritual energy were sent to awaken him, prompting this multi-functional guard to quickly restore the ravaged mountains, rocks, and trees near the Yuwang Palace to their original state.

He then personally replaced all the shattered plaques, incense burners, and offerings inside the palace.

Xu Xuan carried these incense-burning utensils with him at all times, and had several sets as spares.

At least the solemn and dignified appearance of the hall has been restored. Although it is no longer as exquisite as before, it is still acceptable.

Finally, he bid farewell to the still smiling incarnation of King Yu.

“Brother, rest assured here.” Xu Xuan looked at the other person, his tone becoming more serious. “Once I get to Luoyang, everything… will be alright.”

This was his promise to the Holy Emperor of the Human Race, and also an explanation to the glorious humanity that had been treated unjustly.

Then, two figures, one after the other, slowly descended from the summit of Mount Tu.

A mountain breeze swept by, dispelling the lingering chill of the previous fierce battle. Xu Xuan took a deep breath of the air, which was filled with the fragrance of grass and trees, and a strange sense of fulfillment arose in his heart.

He just said it!

How could Lao Xu's trip north only involve making such a small commotion in Jiangbei?

This art style is completely off!
The sudden appearance of Wuzhiqi perfectly compensated for the "shortcoming" of the Jiangbei dungeon being slightly lacking in strength, directly maximizing the challenge level.

This fueled the Father's restless spirit, which was eager to cause trouble, to soar to almost the heavens.

"One year... is enough."

Xu Xuan stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of calculation and excitement. "Let's hurry up and finish these few 'mini-dungeons' in life, and level up smoothly first."

He believed that as long as he could successfully overcome those agreed-upon tribulations without dying midway, his strength would definitely increase by leaps and bounds like a rocket.

Then we'll gather all the valiant men of Bao'an Hall, march in a mighty procession to the Huai River, and gang up on that arrogant white-haired monkey...

Jie Jie Jie...

Indeed, although Xu Shengfu was incredibly arrogant in front of the water monkey, when it came to actually taking action, he would never hesitate to fully "pay homage" to his ancestors in terms of tactics.

Why fight one-on-one when you can gang up on someone?
Just as he was full of fighting spirit and making plans, he suddenly noticed a low pressure around him.

Turning my head, I saw that the Stone King's tall body seemed to have hunched over a bit, and his rocky face revealed a clear sense of confusion and... doubt about the existence of the demon?
Clearly, this rural monster had not yet fully adapted to the hardcore style of the Baoan Hall, where "it's either fighting or on its way to fight," nor had it ever witnessed the grand scenes of frequently conversing with ancient demon lords and challenging the limits of human strength. For a moment, its mind was shocked, and it fell into a brief confusion of self-awareness.

Xu Xuan understood, reached out and patted Shi Wang's hard, cold shoulder, his tone carrying the comforting words of someone who had been through it all:
"Relax, you'll get used to it."

"Believe me, after you meet a few more big shots, or participate in the killing of a few more... you'll get used to it completely."

This is the daily routine at Baoantang.

Just as Xu Xuan composed himself and prepared to continue his journey north.

The entire world has descended into chaos once again.

The inexplicable revival of the Huai River, and the earth-shattering clash of wills with the incarnation of King Yu, caused ripples like a boulder thrown into a calm lake.

The ripples spread at an astonishing speed to every corner of the Nine Provinces, shaking everyone who was qualified to perceive its existence.

The leaders of many reclusive sects, the heads of ancient families, and those truly powerful figures hiding behind the scenes are all completely dumbfounded this time.

It's only been a few days since things calmed down? And now it's happening again?!

Moreover, this commotion was bigger than any before, directly involving ancient causes and effects!
Is it even possible to stay in this land of Kyushu?

As a result, another group of cultivators were terrified by these successive "signs of great calamity," and decisively packed their belongings and fled the troubled land of Kyushu with their families.

Some went west out of Yangguan Pass to establish new spiritual centers in the so-called "barbarian lands"; others set sail to seek immortal islands overseas in order to avoid calamity and achieve immortality.

For them, no opportunity or good fortune is as important as preserving their lives.

However, some people are destined to stay.

Among them, the most devastated was the Imperial Preceptor, who lived deep within the Luoyang Imperial Palace.

At this moment, it was facing a mysterious water mirror, which reflected the terrifying energy turbulence on the banks of the Huai River that had not yet completely subsided.

A pair of inhuman eyes were filled with indescribable irritation and... a hint of fear.

You must know that it was meticulously planned and laid out a shocking conspiracy that could only be carried out by relying on the dynasty's fortune!
Once the time is right, its activation will absolutely shock the world and completely refresh the understanding of the entire cultivation world.

But... things have come to this point.

Looking at the level of power in the water mirror that was completely beyond its control, it suddenly lost confidence.

The biggest fear with a conspiracy of this scale is the emergence of unpredictable factors that defy all logic and possess overwhelming power.

But for the past three years, accidents have just kept happening!

Can my carefully planned scheme really succeed?

What if, at the last minute, some random thing pops out from some corner and smashes it to pieces?
“My lord,” a shrill voice cautiously called out from outside the hall, interrupting its thoughts, “Her Majesty the Empress requests your presence.”

A hint of undisguised disgust flashed across the already gloomy face of the Imperial Advisor.

This woman... is she sick in the head?!

Is it really meaningful to keep repeating the same old petty squabbles over and over again about vying for favor and power and scheming against the emperor?

The physical body is merely a temporary dwelling, and power is nothing but fleeting smoke. Why be so attached to it?

But it had to suppress this aversion.

The plan to weaken the Emperor's Purple Qi and corrode the Dragon Vein still needs the cooperation of this madwoman whose heart is more twisted than a demon's from within.

"Understood," it replied indifferently, its voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

This is incredibly troublesome!

He thought disdainfully to himself, "Even if the Great Jin Dynasty doesn't ultimately fall at my hands, it will probably fall at the hands of these women!"
The Imperial Advisor had no choice but to once again forcibly suppress the restless beastly nature and instincts within him, don the sanctimonious human skin once more, and prepare to continue dealing with the human race, who, in his view, were a thousand times more complex and troublesome than the most evil monsters in the world.

It even felt that every time it interacted with these people, its soul... became a little dirtier.

The Jin Emperor's response was much simpler and more direct.

The familiar, intense headache struck again, as if steel needles were being twisted inside my skull.

After all, millions of lives on both sides of the Huai River were almost wiped out in an instant. It would be strange if the Golden Dragon of Fortune, which carries the faith of the people, did not react to such a huge calamity that concerns the foundation of the country and the people's livelihood.

Now that he had a headache, Emperor Jin didn't even bother to summon the imperial physicians. He simply poured out a pill emitting a cooling sensation from a small jade bottle and swallowed it.

This is a special medicine that has recently been passed down in the palace. It is remarkably effective in treating headaches caused by fluctuations in the flow of qi, and it is much more convenient than those bitter medicines.

As was his habit, he had the Grand Historian brought over for questioning.

The Grand Astrologer strode into the hall, though a trace of blood remained at the corner of his mouth. Clearly, he had suffered a backlash from forcibly activating the celestial globe to probe the secrets of heaven.

But his face wore an air of calm confidence, as if he had everything under control.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to share your burdens." He bowed respectfully, his voice steady.

"After a thorough investigation by the celestial sphere, this unusual activity is likely due to the emergence of evil spirits in the south. Fearing the glorious fortune of our dynasty, they are attempting to move north to cause trouble and hinder the Holy Dynasty."

"Your Majesty's sagacious virtue shines like the rising sun; your benevolent rule is widespread, and the hearts of all under heaven are with you. All people admire your virtue and share in your imperial grace; this is truly a sign of a prosperous era!"

"A mere little demon, a firefly's light, how dare it rival the moon's brilliance? How could it possibly shake the very foundation of my Great Jin Dynasty's eternal rule? Naturally, it will be annihilated by the imperial dragon's aura, its soul scattered and its spirit dispersed!"

"At this moment, heaven and earth are clear, the world is at peace, and there is no more great danger." He said this with absolute certainty and conviction.

Emperor Jin listened, and although he felt that the explanation was too perfect, he really couldn't verify it.

After all, only the people in the Imperial Observatory could understand that armillary sphere.

"That demon... is it related to that White Lotus Demon?" Emperor Jin asked, rubbing his forehead, which had eased considerably.

(End of this chapter)