Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 931: Return and Debut!

It wasn't that Xu Xuan's cultivation level was low, but rather that he hadn't used much of his power in the first place.

It was merely a matter of skillfully suppressing his desires for a month, intended as punishment and tempering.

Who could have predicted that Ji Rui, despite losing his lustful mindset, would be able to unleash his potential in reverse, reaching an unprecedented peak of intelligence?

Even more audacious, he used the special rules of this painted illusion and the immense power of the six desires to reverse the heavenly order, attempting to force his way through!
"Keep going! Don't stop! Keep going!"

Ji Rui practically roared, his voice hoarse with excitement, staring intently at the lead dancer, like the most demanding director watching a crucial performance.

"Actions! Expressions! Get more into it! Get really into it!"

"Great! Get the emotions on full display! Get them pumped up!"

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!! Almost there!!!"

Artist Ji Rui, seemingly in a frenzy, gesticulated wildly to "cheering him on."

Go, ladies who dance the Heavenly Demon Dance!!!
At this moment, Ji Rui felt his "hope" reignite! And it burned brighter than ever before!
However, this place is not the core mural of the Pure Land School, which has been accumulated for three hundred years.

Although the six desires collected and stored by the monk Longtan were vast and complex, they still had their limits.

Furthermore, Master Xu had raised Ji Rui's "threshold" too high, and just at the very last moment when that massive amount of turbid energy was about to help him break through the shackles and reach the peak—

"Om..."

Like the mournful cry of a snapped string, the surging torrent of desires, lacking its last strength, began to dissipate and collapse first!
Also shattered were this extravagantly luxurious bathhouse and the exquisite pavilions and towers surrounding it.

The space was like shattered glass, full of cracks, quickly dimming and peeling away.

The goddess who led the dance was also covered in cracks. She took one last, extremely complicated look at Ji Rui, this monster who could not be measured by common sense.

Her lips parted slightly, but instead of soft words, she uttered a curse filled with endless resentment:

"You...bitch!"

Before she finished speaking, her entire figure completely disintegrated, turning into the last wisp of pure gray energy, which, like an arrow of despair, suddenly pierced into Ji Rui's heart!
That final blow before it dissipated became the last straw that broke the camel's back!
Click——!
A crisp sound, emanating from the depths of Ji Rui's soul, rang out, audible only to Ji Rui himself!

The white light barrier that had been binding his soul and imprisoning his nature shattered instantly, turning into countless points of light and completely dissipating!

The jade cage is shattered, and the colorful phoenix flies away; the golden lock is suddenly broken, and the dragon runs free!
came back! They're all back!

That familiar restlessness, that surging of blood and qi, that feeling of warm blood rushing towards a familiar direction...

It's so delightful, I almost burst into tears!

At this moment, Ji Rui felt a kind of indescribable sense of "perfection".

Although that clear and rational "wisdom" was once again suppressed by surging desires, this genuine joy of being alive, which had been lost and then regained...

So beautiful! So incredibly beautiful!!
"Haha ...

He could no longer contain himself. Amidst his unrestrained and maniacal laughter, the complex desires and blood within him, now unleashed and completely liberated, erupted like a primordial beast out of control!
Boom!

The entire bath mural was completely disrupted and torn apart by his out-of-control power, turning into a chaotic flow of energy.

The old monk of Longtan, who had been keeping a close eye on the situation, witnessed this final scene and was so angry that his vision blurred and he almost lost his composure.

It's unbelievable... it's unbelievable that someone would waste such a precious resource.

He used the illusion he painstakingly collected and refined from the six desires to create for this... this sordid attempt to break through to higher levels?!
This is simply... outrageous! Utterly absurd!

However, at this moment, Master Longtan no longer had time to be shocked and heartbroken by this outrageous event.

because--

He clearly sensed that the other two illusions were also forcibly broken at almost the same time!

Ning Caichen's exquisite musical expression, Zao's brutal dominance, and now Ji Rui, who has just achieved a breakthrough in "shamelessness"...

The real trouble is just beginning!
Three immense and vastly different yet equally terrifying forces swept in from the east, south, and north!

Wherever it passed, the remaining scenes of the painted illusion were crushed and disintegrated as if crushed by an invisible force.

Master Longtan, holding his staff, shielded his trembling young disciple Xinsheng behind him, his expression extremely solemn.

At this moment, he completely believed Xin Sheng's previous tearful account.

These three are truly rare gems!

They're all so unreasonable!
Fu Qingfeng's face lit up with immense joy, and her beautiful eyes regained their sparkle: "They're here!"

Although the three extraordinary individuals have very different, even somewhat outrageous, ways of doing things, they are resourceful and have a variety of methods. With them here, we should be safe!
Fu Tianchou, who was being protected by his daughter, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Qingfeng's sudden intrusion into this strange place had already thrown him into disarray, and now that powerful reinforcements had arrived, it couldn't be better...

Hmm? I seem to hear the sound of poetry being recited in the distance?
Lord Fu did not mishear!
The sound, light, and electricity effects in the distance were already at their maximum, and Master Xu's disciples made their magnificent entrance!
From the east, a figure shattered the remaining illusionary barrier and strode forward.

The man was eight feet tall, with a strong and robust physique and a resolute face like a red date. In his hand, an ancient longsword hummed. It was none other than Zao!
His body exuded a righteous aura that reached the heavens and the earth, and his powerful blood and qi surged like smoke rising straight into the sky. Every step he took carried an incomparably fierce and unstoppable spirit.

His voice was booming, and his recitation of the poem was as powerful as the beating of war drums, perfectly matching his imposing manner.

"Crimson clouds pierce the sun, supporting the sky; ink waves surge and reveal profound mysteries."

"The roar of Zhanlu startled demons and monsters; its mighty power subdued the eight barbarian tribes!"

As the poem fell to its final, resounding word, his massive figure stood firmly in the center of the room, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping across the entire audience.

The violent aura emanating from him had not yet been fully subsided, making the surrounding air seem heavier.

The Fu family father and daughter were stunned, momentarily forgetting where they were.

Fu Qingfeng murmured subconsciously, "This...this is...the demeanor of a master?" He even enters with such an imposing poetic title?!

Fu Tianchou paused in stroking his beard, almost pulling out a few hairs, and was astonished: "These...the students of Qiantang nowadays are all like this...like this..." He couldn't find the right words to describe it.

Before we could even say hello, the fragments of the southern illusion vanished as if soothed by an invisible melody.

A scholar with a gentle face but a somewhat devilish air about him slowly walked out.

Holding a guqin in his arms, his fingertips unconsciously caressed the strings, and a mournful, infectious spirit permeated his entire being.

The music was silent, yet it seemed to stir up emotions of love, entanglement, and tenderness in the listener's heart, inexplicably bringing tears to their eyes.

He lowered his eyelids slightly and softly recited:

"Jade-faced spring ice cracks on the string, a foolish silkworm spins out all its nine emotions. Demonic sound boils the sea, a star raft falls, all things participate in the poem of falling into calamity!"

His poems are poignant, beautiful, and bizarre, perfectly blending with his complex and indescribable temperament.

As soon as he finished speaking, he silently stood in the center of the room, standing shoulder to shoulder with Zao, bringing a completely different yet equally powerful sense of oppression.

The Fu father and daughter exchanged another glance, their shock turning into a sense of understanding.

Fu Qingfeng whispered to his father, "Father...it seems this is the true demeanor of a master."

They each come with their own unique poetic verses, and they're all in different styles!

Fu Tianchou's lips twitched slightly as he barely managed to maintain his composure: "Uh... I guess so..." Are all young people this flamboyant these days?
This young man wasn't like this when I last saw him in Shouchun.

Finally, a burst of unrestrained and exhilarating laughter came from the north!
As if breaking free from all constraints, a figure excitedly smashed through the last barrier and leaped into the arena.

He was full of vigor and vitality, and his body seemed to be surrounded by the vibrant energy of the mortal world.

His face beamed with an overwhelmingly excited smile, as if he had just experienced a momentous occasion.

Before the person could even stand firmly, the poem, tinged with a roguish and unrestrained air, had already resounded all around:

"Broken in flames, I laugh as I tread through the mortal world, and the smoke from cooking fires in every alleyway brings me joy!"

With a drunken brush, I sweep across the sky, turning stars into rain; in a boiling cauldron, I cook up joy!

Last one, Ji Rui, return to your place!
In an instant, the three of them merged into one!
The space inside this mural is maintained by mental power, so how can it simultaneously withstand the powerful influence of the rules brought by these three "protagonists"?

Suddenly, the surrounding environment began to undergo drastic and abnormal changes!

Countless streams of light that formed the illusion appeared and disappeared in an instant, causing the terrain to change in countless ways. The light flickered and dimmed, and the entire space groaned in despair, clearly unable to withstand the pressure emanating from these three strange creatures!
After all, someone who comes out with their own custom-made poem is definitely not an ordinary person!
The three stood side by side in the center of the field, their auras—some fierce, some unpredictable, some wild—intertwined, creating an aura so powerful it was almost unbelievable.

This gives the concept of "scholar" a whole new level of meaning.

Even a seasoned scholar like Fu Tianchou, looking at these three radiant young men before him and touching his own empty mouth, felt a strange sense of shame.

Alas... after years of diligent study and decades of official service, I don't even have a decent poetic name...

Isn't that a bit... disgraceful to scholars?

Master Longtan took a deep breath and felt a slight throbbing in the veins on his forehead.

These three are not friendly; those who are friendly do not come. Their aura and entrance are beyond just "unfriendly"—they are simply outrageous!
He forced himself to remain calm, clasped his hands together, and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha. Where do you gentlemen come from, and what brings you to my humble abode? May I offer you some guidance?"

According to the rules of the martial arts world, this is called "pandao".

Waiting for the other party to disclose their family background and lineage allows one to assess their capabilities.

In the past, the "Three Wonders" would have readily agreed and mentioned the names "Qiantang Baoan Hall" and "Chongqi Academy," which would have been enough to impress the other party.

But today, a man, having just broken through the restrictions and in a state of extreme excitement, felt that the scene just now was not exhilarating enough, and on a whim, broke with the usual practice.

Ji Rui stepped forward, and a snow-white spirit deer emerged from the void and stood beside him.

A smile, three parts unruly and seven parts sharp, curled at the corners of his lips as he spoke loudly:

"Words accompany wine, clamor is song. In this vast feast of heaven and earth—how could it be without a human desire like mine?"

"Chongqi, Ji Hanqing!"

Ok!

Not only did they announce their names, but they also added an extremely flamboyant and stylish monologue! They were absolutely insane!

Ning Caichen and Zao exchanged a glance, both seeing the same speechless expression in each other's eyes: This guy... has he been indulging in women again? How can he be so blatantly flirtatious?!

However, the "Three Wonders" are of one mind, and this is clearly not the time to fight amongst themselves and beat this bastard. They can only grit their teeth and maintain their formation.

Helpless, Ning Caichen could only flick his finger, and a crystal-clear string appeared on his finger.

He gently plucked the strings twice, producing a clear and melodious sound, his tone carrying a hint of resigned languor and tenderness:
"Seven emotions entwine the fingers, eight sorrows tune the melody. There are always those in the world who are obsessed with the zither, this sorrow has nothing to do with the wind or the moon."

“Chongqi, Ning Caichen.”

When it was Zao's turn, he remained silent for a moment, as if he was trying his best to hold back something.

In the end, he simply switched the hand holding the sword, slightly adjusted his standing angle, and spoke in a deep, resonant voice, concise and to the point:

"The righteous spirit of heaven and earth, the poetry and history of spring and autumn. In the eternal night, my sword Zhanlu stands!"

"Chongqi..."

Seeing Ji Rui's eyes light up as if he wanted to go on and do something even longer, Zao quickly interrupted him with a deliberately emphasized cough: "Cough! Hmm!"

That concludes the introduction segment!

Master Longtan, the young monk Xinsheng, and the Fu family father and daughter on the opposite side all breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

I'm really worried that they'll have to take turns giving acceptance speeches or doing another round of poetry recitations... Who could stand that!
As the default representative of the "Three Wonders," Zao stepped forward, his eyes piercing as he looked directly at Master Longtan.

His voice was deep and resolute, carrying an undeniable aura of righteousness.

"The master is a person who cultivates outside the secular world, and should know the rules of heaven."

"One must not easily interfere in the affairs of the imperial court, and even less should one rashly touch officials of the court who bear the destiny of the dynasty."

He paused, his tone becoming more forceful, carrying a clear warning:
"Lord Fu is a retired high-ranking official, whose influence still lingers. How can you imprison him on your own? Release him immediately, and there may still be room for maneuver in this matter."

These words were delivered with a clear and logical approach, prioritizing force over courtesy.

The scene of the three of them bursting out of the wall with their full aura has already proven in the most direct way that they are "very capable of fighting".

At this moment, a verbal warning carries particular weight.

If the old monk knew what was good for him, he should have gracefully stepped down.

If they continue to be so stubborn and arrogant, this quiet place of meditation may produce a fresh relic in the next second.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were focused on Master Longtan, and an invisible pressure pressed down on him as if it were a physical force.

The little monk Xinsheng, protected behind his master, was even more frightened, his eyes filled with tears. He clung tightly to the hem of his master's robe, his face ashen.

He doesn't want to become a small relic! Master, please say something!
(End of this chapter)