Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 964 Surrender
"Something's definitely up to no good! This hairy beast's attitude changed so drastically from arrogant to obsequious, could it be... a trap?!"

In fact, General Bai Yan did have some ulterior motives.

When it accepted the "Discussing the Dao and Destroying Gods" token, which contained a chilling killing intent, it appeared arrogant, but inwardly it was not entirely disdainful; rather, it was filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Having lived in Poyang for a long time, I was relatively isolated from the news and had no idea who this suddenly appearing "Little Green King" was.

Monsters have a different concept of time than humans, often measuring it in units of hundreds of years.

Rise to prominence in just three years? This speed is astonishing, not only among the demon race but also among the human race!

It had only vaguely heard that a new demon king had emerged in Taihu Lake, and that he seemed quite powerful, but it didn't know exactly how powerful he was.
Is it really possible to swallow up a massive body of water like Dongting and Poyang Lake?
Deep down, I harbored some doubts.

So he secretly used the innate advantage of the bird clan and asked several well-informed clansmen in other parts of Jiangnan to help him find out.

This inquiry had a significant impact; the reply it received left it sitting motionless in its nest for quite some time, its feathers even ruffled.

The various messages, pieced together, form a chilling image:

Is this the modern-day Wuzhiqi? Those who submit to me prosper, those who oppose me perish—truly boundless tyranny!
Wherever they went, bloodshed followed! It is said that in the Battle of Dongting, the lake was covered in bloody waves, tens of thousands of monsters perished, and the bottom of the 800-li Dongting Lake was almost destroyed!

Even a mysterious and powerful being like Yun Zhongjun was said to have been dethroned, and his fate is unknown!

Upon hearing this, General Baiyan's knees went weak, and he almost kowtowed to the South on the spot.

However, at the end of the message, the demon clan members in the Jiangnan region added a meaningful sentence: Behind this fierce and unparalleled Qing King, there seems to be an even more mysterious and unfathomable "Bao'an Hall".

What exactly did Baoan Hall do? What tasks did it perform?

The messenger was vague and seemed to be keeping something to himself.

The only thing clearly stated was that the other party had a "very close" relationship with the two behemoths, the Pure Land School and the White Deer Academy.

"Do you understand now?" the messenger from the same clan said finally.

General Baiyan understood.

So today it came, not only on its own, but also fearing that its sincerity was insufficient, it took the initiative to bring along five familiar demon kings, and was the first to arrive at Songmen Mountain.

What arrogance? What freedom of birds?

In the face of absolute domineering power and unfathomable background, all of that is insignificant!
He who knows the current affairs is a hero!

Our three major lakes south of the Yangtze River have been one family since ancient times!

Even if mountains and rivers temporarily separate us, we are still good brothers who share the same breath and bloodline!

Today, General Baiyan was born a general under King Xiaoqing, and died a loyal soul under King Xiaoqing!
Loyal! Sincerity!
Following General Baiyan's initial statement, the thirty-odd demon king generals who subsequently received the tokens also arrived at the Songmen Mountain welcoming platform one after another, riding on demonic winds or escaping light.

The situation suddenly became delicate.

Some of the monsters had smiles on their faces that were almost obsequious, just like Bai Yan's, as if they already considered themselves "one of their own" under their new master, adopting an extremely humble posture.

Some of them came with great force, their demonic aura still intact, seemingly wanting to save face.

But as his gaze swept across the scene, especially upon seeing the way the demons like Bai Yan were practically wagging their tails, and the imposing and menacing Baoan Hall demon soldiers standing like mountains around them, his imposing aura softened unconsciously, replaced by a more cautious assessment of the situation.

Most monsters are limited by their race's innate intelligence of -1, and few are intelligent, but those that can take human form are definitely not fools.

The scene before us speaks volumes.

When they were led to the Tai Chi Square on the mountaintop, paved with black and white stones, the demons were all shocked!
Several incredibly sharp sword energies, almost tangible, struck directly at her face, causing her skin to sting painfully.

A fierce and overwhelming killing intent, mixed with a strong smell of blood, rushed towards them, causing their demonic power to stagnate slightly and making it difficult for them to breathe.

Before my eyes, terrifying visions involuntarily appeared: mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broken halberds and shattered weapons, endless death and wailing... as if I had stepped into the deepest part of an ancient battlefield.

Are these the elite of humanity? Or demons from hell?
Do not!
Bai Yan instantly understood that this must be the mysterious "Bao'an Hall"!
Upon closer inspection, several figures could be seen standing on one side of the square.

Among them was a young swordsman carrying an ancient sword with eyes as sharp as lightning. There was a Taoist priest holding a whisk, his robes fluttering, yet his gaze was disdainful. And there was another, dressed as a monk, holding prayer beads, yet his body faintly exuded the power of a dragon and elephant, his dignified appearance revealing the fierce intent of a Vajra.

These people have different appearances, but each of them exudes an extraordinary aura.

His robes, sword, and prayer beads were all radiant with spiritual light, their brilliance almost blinding the eyes of the group of rural monsters.

From cultivation level and aura to wealth and resources, they have formed an overwhelming advantage.

The demon kings, who called themselves "generals," secretly compared their auras, and an overwhelming sorrow welled up in their hearts: "So... after hundreds of years of arduous cultivation, I am not even as good as those few human cubs?"

The effect of subduing the enemy without fighting was maximized.

Even the big and little chicken brothers, who arrived last and initially had some airs of mountain gods, felt the suffocating pressure after landing and saw the completely submissive attitude of Bai Yan and the other demons. Their remaining pride was instantly crushed, and they became extremely low-key and humble.

After the two brothers silently sat down on the rosewood chair with the other demons, they behaved with unusual calmness.

Because in the past three days, neither of them had simply sat idly by and waited for their doom.

Using the connections accumulated by the Chicken Essence Clan over many years, they attempted to contact those of their clan who held the prestigious position of guardian spirit beasts in renowned sects, hoping to uncover deeper information and find a way to turn the tide or gain leverage in negotiations.

However, most of their own people keep this a closely guarded secret.

In the end, a highly respected elder from the Maoshan sect, out of consideration for their kinship, subtly revealed a piece of "hard knowledge" that was extremely difficult for outside monsters to know.

The old master said: If the Green Snake Demon King were merely a local demon force, no matter how strong he was, he wouldn't be able to truly run rampant. But the trouble is that he's not just a demon at all; he's the real "boss" of both the righteous and the wicked in Jiangnan!
For example, the man behind the Green Demon King is none other than the most prominent Zen Master Fahai of the Pure Land School in recent years.

This Zen master is said to have a very good chance of surpassing Ruoxu the Demonic Monk to become the next abbot of the Pure Land School and take charge of the number one school of Buddhism!
Think again, what kind of sect is the Pure Land School? It's a den of monks that breeds great demons!
Fahai was able to strike first despite being late to the game. Although everything seemed normal at the time, who knows if he harbored some unknown demonic nature in private?

That's not all. This Zen master is not only profound in Buddhism, but also in Confucianism. He has close ties with the three major academies in Jiangnan and is even a contender for the position of headmaster of Chongqi Academy!
It can almost be said that he alone connected the first Buddhist sect with half of the cultural heritage of Jiangnan!

Upon hearing this, the two brothers, Big Chicken and Little Chicken, were completely stunned, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

Could these two little chicken spirits possibly offend someone of such a high level?!

That's it, that's it.

What are you still struggling for? What are you still hesitating about?
Vote! You absolutely must! And you have to vote quickly and sincerely!
Having figured this out, the two brothers suddenly felt enlightened, as if the world had become much wider.

What mountain god's dignity, what unyielding legacy—all are insignificant in the face of absolute power and background. Being able to board this giant ship is simply the greatest stroke of luck in their lives!

So, when all thirty-odd monsters had arrived and sat down in rows on the sandalwood chairs in the Tai Chi Square, the atmosphere inside was unexpectedly harmonious.

The tense atmosphere of confrontation and debate over the destruction of gods that I had imagined was nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a strange atmosphere that was almost "harmonious".

Each monster wore a friendly smile of varying degrees, and they would even nod politely to each other, as if they were not there to fight for territory or life and death, but to participate in a glorious initiation ceremony.

What "discussing the Tao and destroying the gods"? That doesn't exist!

Today is clearly a grand celebration of our loyalty to King Qing and our joining the great cause of Baoan Hall!
When all the monsters had arrived and the atmosphere had reached its peak, the true protagonist of the day—King Xiaoqing—finally made his grand entrance!

In an instant, the wind and clouds surged!

Where the distant sky meets the water, a colossal and magnificent azure dragon, seemingly both real and ethereal, bursts through the clouds and surges forth.

Its aura was so vast that it seemed to fill the heavens and the earth, and its arrogant posture made it regard everything as nothing!
Suddenly, the clouds in the sky began to change dramatically, surging like ocean tides, one wave higher than the next!
The incomparably violent aura, along with the endless gale, arrived at Songmen Mountain first, causing the Azure Dragon Battle Flags standing along the shore to flutter loudly, as if they were about to be torn apart at any moment!
After the storm, deafening thunder arrived as expected, rolling in as if the heavens were enraged!
The clouds in the sky changed shape violently amidst the thunder, with lightning flashing wildly and tearing through the sky!
boom! boom! boom!
Lightning flashed and thunder roared; the celestial phenomena changed dramatically!
All the great forces of nature, including wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, seemed to be cheering and applauding the new water lord who was about to ascend the throne, demonstrating his supreme majesty!
At the very center of this extraordinary celestial phenomenon, a slender figure clad in cyan armor and carrying two swords broke through the layers of wind and clouds, riding the lightning and thunder!

At the same time, a magnificent and chilling poem, imbued with supreme demonic power and domineering intent, resounded like a celestial decree across the entire Poyang Lake, overpowering all sounds of wind and thunder:
"Three years of surging waves in Taihu Lake, when the dragon drew its sword in fury."

Where the blood-stained robe was torn up, snow collapsed in Yunmeng, and mist swallowed Dongting Lake.

Halberds swept away a thousand demons, banners obscured the stars and moon, and all monsters were slain.

Laughing at the Poyang Lake, the soul surges and boils, finally subduing me, the Purple Gold Oar.

He once beheaded the Lord of the Clouds, and threw him through the Heavenly Gate, causing thunder and lightning to tremble in terror.

When the rivers and lakes are settled, fish and shrimp bow down as subjects, and turtles and snakes prostrate themselves.

His unparalleled achievements shook the world, and he was hailed as the ruler of the waters.

"Look at the vast expanse of misty waters, all adorned with banners—this is the king's land!"

As the chanting ended, the figure in blue armor moved as if by teleportation, quietly taking his seat in the sole main position directly in front of the statue of King Yu at the end of the square.

The whole process was as smooth as flowing water, highlighting the extreme domineering arrogance and the extreme dashing handsomeness!
Even the demons of Poyang Lake, who had already prepared themselves mentally and even secretly decided to surrender, were completely stunned by this entrance, which combined extraordinary celestial phenomena, domineering poetic chants, and invincible demeanor.

Poetry... Celestial Phenomena...

That's amazing! Absolutely amazing!
The group of rural monsters were dumbfounded, their hearts filled with immense shock and shame.

Otherwise, how could he have become a regional hegemon!

Look at this grandeur, this level of cultural sophistication, this air of grandeur that even influences celestial phenomena…

They are far superior to us country bumpkins who can only bare their teeth and stir up evil winds!
King Xiaoqing sat high in the main seat, his blue armor gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the flowing lightning.

The evolved golden vertical pupils slowly swept across the area below, a hint of doubt in their eyes.

The "Thirty-Six Generals" of Poyang Lake, who were originally expected to have some troublemakers to deal with, were now all holding their breath and behaving as docilely as domesticated poultry, showing only complete awe and obedience.

No, how am I supposed to make an example of someone if you do this?
I heard that the chicken mountain god, who used to be so energetic, has an incredibly explosive temper, so why don't you stand up and walk around a bit?

The little chicken, being watched, didn't dare to move at all; it even had some difficulty breathing.

A pair of ancient eyes appeared above the sea of ​​the mind, their aura completely suppressing the power of the great sun within the bloodline.

What exactly is the lineage of this Little Green King?
How could it be so terrifying?!
Xiaoqing stared for a long time, but seeing that the guy's legs were shaking, she found it quite boring.

Seeing that the atmosphere had been set, he decided to get straight to the point without further ado.

The clear, cold, and authoritative voice, as if containing thunder, clearly reached the ears of every demon king, leaving no room for doubt:
"I have summoned you here today for one matter."

"I wish to unify the Poyang River system, completely integrate it into the Jiangnan water system, and restore the order of water elements."

"Now--"

The voice suddenly rose in pitch, carrying an irresistible pressure, like a final ultimatum.

"Who is in favor? Who is against?"

　There will be red envelopes tonight at 8 PM.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)