Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 929 Hearty
This time, he no longer played the mournful "Envy the Mandarin Ducks," but instead focused his mind and entered a state of deep emotion!

He once witnessed his teacher playing "Yangchun Baixue" (White Snow in the Spring Sunshine). The music blended into the heavens and earth, thawing the ice, causing the spring breeze to blow, melting the snow and bringing forth vegetation. He briefly merged with the natural order, almost as if his words were law.

I have also heard that when Professor Shi plays the ancient and wondrous melody "Qingjiao," he can summon the phantoms of ancient ghosts and gods from the void to descend, and even the strange phenomenon of the Holy Emperor's chariot appears, conveying a magnificent will and unfathomable power.

Ning Caichen's profound mastery of the zither is naturally far inferior to that of the professor, who is almost divine.

But only in the matter of "love," in the extreme obsession and fascination between this person and the past, has he forged his own path, which can be described as extraordinary and saintly.

At this moment, I am deeply moved by the music and by the people around me!

Zheng——

The music resumed, but it was no longer the mournful sound of before; instead, it transformed into an incomparably pure, incomparably intense longing and love that was almost tangible!
This emotion was expressed through the music, making time and space in this small area seem to freeze!

The purest, most profound, and most intense emotions in the music began to forcefully permeate everything in this painted illusion.

The mountains and rivers fell silent, the pillars were captivated, and even the breeze flowing in the air seemed to carry endless tenderness and longing.

Love arises without warning, and deepens with time. The living can die for it, and the dead can live for it.

This small world, constructed from painted murals and which should have been under the control of Master Longtan, began to fluctuate violently under the extreme emotional resonance and impact.

The laws were loosening, gradually breaking free from the control of the painting, and instead began to revolve around Ning Caichen and his music!

Everything was so simple and so easy.

Without brute force or magical countermeasures, simply by entering the realm of emotion and manipulating illusions with the mind, one can turn the tables and take control.

Therefore, Master Longtan, who had been secretly observing the movements of all parties, felt extremely melancholy at this moment.

"This... is so unreasonable..." the old monk muttered to himself, his tone filled with helplessness.

This world is ultimately an illusory realm existing on the basis of people's illusions. How can it withstand such an extreme, almost obsessive, emotional invasion?
When one's obsession reaches this level, how is it any different from that of a demon?

However, Master Longtan's lament came too soon.

Before he could react further to Ning Caichen's situation, his mind jolted, and his senses instantly shifted to another corner of the illusion.

The situation there seems to be... even worse!
Even more unreasonable!
A pure, domineering power, seemingly capable of incinerating everything, suddenly erupted!

It turns out that Zao, who was outside, was currently staring intently at the ever-changing mural.

At first, he didn't feel anything that could attract his attention, and he was even a little worried that his will was too firm and that he was out of place in this illusion.

If you can't get in smoothly, it will only cause trouble.

He had to deliberately suppress the overwhelming and righteous energy within him that was so powerful that it could ward off all evil, and he relaxed his guard a little.

As if sensing this subtle loosening, the mural began to evolve with difficulty and in a twisting manner...

Ultimately, it stopped at one place.

Guobei County.

When a person harbors a frivolous heart, he will encounter a terrifying situation.

For Zao, Guobei County was not a place of desecration, but rather the source of his earliest and most profound "fear" in his life.

Thousands of flowing lines of light intertwined wildly, outlining the gloomy and dilapidated outline of the county town, and evolving into countless vengeful ghosts and vengeful spirits with hideous faces wandering the streets and alleys.

Further away, the Lanruo Temple outside the city was faintly visible amidst the swirling yin energy, perfectly recreating the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the place where yin and yang, life and death, intersected.

On Zao's usually impassive face, a rare, subtle, and complex expression appeared as she muttered to herself, "Sigh—okay, okay..."

There aren't many things that interest him, since the past is irretrievable and there's no need to reminisce about it.

But this mural truly lived up to its reputation as a wondrous object reflecting the mind, as it was able to so accurately capture and evolve this "starting point" that was of extraordinary significance to him, yet filled with pain and fear.

"In that case... I'll have to take a good look."

He no longer resisted, but actively swayed his mind and immersed himself in the Guo Bei illusion that had been created.

The next moment, you were already there.

The place they landed on was not a noisy and eerie street, but... a more familiar, yet more closed and oppressive place.

The old ancestral home in Guobei County was already dilapidated.

It was that dark and damp woodshed.

The walls are covered with countless "early" characters.

These characters are completely different from the "early" character carved in the academy, which carries a sense of reminder and warning.

Every single character for "early" here is deeply engraved into wood or brick, with twisted and forceful strokes, filled with extreme fear and struggle, as well as the most primal and intense will to survive!

The fear of death and the hope of survival were intertwined in every word, holding together the fragile mental defenses of the time.

Zao reached out and slowly ran his fingertips over the deep marks on the wall. The cold touch gave him a strange sense of certainty.

He surveyed the prison-like woodshed and uttered four words indifferently:

"It really brings back memories..."

Then a smile slowly crept onto his lips.

He straightened his back, which had always been as upright as a pine tree, and without the slightest hesitation, reached out and pushed open the dilapidated door with a creak.

Outside the door, the wandering karmic ghosts instantly caught the scent of living people, and countless empty and greedy eyes suddenly focused on them!

The next moment, they burst forth like a black torrent bursting its banks, emitting a shrill and piercing howl, and rushed in from all directions like madmen!

Thousands of twisted figures swarmed in, forming a ghostly torrent that would chill even the most resolute mind.

However, the ferocious demon at the very front, wielding a butcher's knife and with its belly ripped open, suddenly stopped in its tracks.

It was horrified to discover that the scholar, whom they regarded as prey, was not running away or showing fear, but instead... slowly and deliberately warming up in the same spot.
Twisting the neck, moving the wrists and ankles, stretching the muscles and bones, producing a series of teeth-grinding "click" sounds.

That composed, even expectant, demeanor instantly instilled a profound sense of foreboding in all the charging demons. The surging tide of demons abruptly halted about ten feet away from Hayakazu.

Countless karmic demons surrounded him from all directions, layer upon layer, their eyes burning with extreme greed and jealousy for living beings, their gaze so intense it seemed to scorch the living.

The overwhelming roars and shrieks were enough to tear your eardrums apart and drive anyone insane.

Zao simply and calmly plunged the "Zhanlu" divine sword in his hand into the wall beside him with a "clang".

Then, he slowly began to roll up his wide sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms that exuded terrifying power.

The next second, an aura even hotter and more violent than the greedy desires of thousands of karmic demons suddenly erupted from his heart!
Boom!
Like a sleeping behemoth awakening, a heavy, resounding heartbeat shook the entire space!
The scalding, visible crimson blood energy ripples, one ring after another, burst forth from his center, like a burning sun thrown into a tidal wave of ghosts!

The scorching air currents whipped his clothes and hair, and his red blood instantly flowed through his body. It felt as if lava was flowing under his skin, radiating an astonishing heat wave.

The terrifying power within him is being unleashed.

Zao slowly grinned, revealing a smile completely different from her usual one.

Those eyes were no longer calm and still, but blazed with an excited flame that seemed to burn everything away.

"No wonder... Ji Rui was so excited when he heard that he could re-enter this mural world."

His deep voice carried an almost trembling pleasure as his gaze swept over the endless ghostly figures around him, as if he were watching a grand feast about to begin.

"This mural..."

"This truly delights me!"

Hahaha!
Three deafening laughs, like thunderclaps, instantly echoed throughout the eerie Guobei County!

Before the laughter had even subsided, Zao suddenly stomped his foot!

Crackling!

boom--!
Centered on his landing point, countless paving stones exploded with a deafening roar, far exceeding the thunder in the sky, as if the earth itself was howling in pain!
The entire town of Guobei shook violently, as if an earth dragon had turned over.

Soil, gravel, and dust were propelled outwards in a ring-like motion as if by an invisible, enormous force!
Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, all the karmic demons controlled by greed and desire were first shaken by the three loud laughs filled with righteous energy, leaving them dizzy and disoriented.

Immediately afterwards, they were all stunned into a pause by the terrifying power of the stomp that cracked the ground!
Even the most insane and fearless ghosts, upon seeing that proud, murderous, and maniacally laughing figure standing in the smoke and dust, felt an uncontrollable, long-forgotten fear arise from the depths of their hearts!

The next moment, a palm the size of a palm-leaf fan, enveloped in crimson blood and energy, suddenly emerged from the smoke and dust.

With pinpoint accuracy, he grabbed the neck of the butcher demon charging at the front, pulling him back to his own side like an iron clamp!

Hayabusa's cold yet powerful voice, like a pronouncement, reached the ears of the evil spirit and all the lurking observers:

"Yesterday's events are like yesterday's death..."

"You cannot stop my cultivation of righteous energy over these three years!"

boom! ! !
With a muffled thud, the butcher demon's head exploded like a ripe watermelon, black smoke billowing out, instantly turning into a headless corpse that collapsed limply to the ground.

Calamity has befallen Guobei County!

Bloodshed, massacre, absolute violence!

"The fist embodies the Way, and virtue precedes skill!"

With a low roar, Zao Tongxue unleashed a punch as swift as a dragon, his fist, enveloped in crimson blood and qi, blasting a row of karmic ghosts into pieces!
"Make friends through martial arts, and win people over with virtue!"

He swept his leg to the side, the wind of his leg like a steel whip, kicking several fierce ghosts that tried to pounce from the side in half, their bodies dissipating amidst shrill screams.

"Where there is civil affairs, there must be military preparations!"

With both fists out, the immense righteous energy transformed into a tangible shockwave, clearing away all the ghosts in the fan-shaped area in front of him!
The various Confucian martial arts techniques and styles taught by Master Yu were now being displayed to their fullest potential, shining brightly in his hands!

The entire city trembled and groaned under such force.

The reason why Old Man Yu rebuked Emperor Jin in the main hall of Luoyang, causing the six armies, four armies, six schools, and two battalions of the imperial guards to surround him on guard, was because Confucian martial arts were really effective.

His physique is so powerful that he can suppress the dragon aura of the Five Dynasties with his bare body, and he can kill the Blood Demon clone of the Third Realm with a single spear thrust.

Who wouldn't be afraid of such a madman?

Therefore, the special job title of "Confucian Knight" is not common, and its appearance is quite remarkable.

The karmic demons initially attacked with greed, but later turned into fleeing in terror!

But walls can't stop it! Houses can't stop it!

Any hiding place was torn apart by bare hands, and the ghosts hidden inside were dragged out and scattered alive with the purest power to be released!
"Monster! This is a monster!!!"

The karmic demons let out desperate howls.

At this moment, Zao felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration, and was ruthlessly suppressing the manifestation of these inner demons.

Every punch and kick carries the exhilarating feeling of cleansing away filth and restoring order to the world!

I've experienced the illusion more than once, but the realistic feel and delicate emotional evolution are truly top-notch.

Under his tyrannical and unreasonable violence, the Guo Bei Illusion, painstakingly created by the painting, is fluctuating violently, and its edges are beginning to blur and collapse.

This mural simply cannot withstand this level of power release and righteous energy impact!

Master Longtan, who had been observing from the shadows, sensed this scene and could only helplessly utter a Buddhist chant.

"Amitabha... What a magnificent and unyielding Confucian spirit, truly invincible."

The old monk felt even more melancholy and had no choice but to turn his attention to another part of the illusion.

Upon seeing this, his vision blurred, and he almost fainted.

The last young master was quite ill!

(End of this chapter)