Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 15 Fate is Hard to Break
The ten-day holiday is over.

Xu Xuan and the other teachers and professors arrived at the highest pavilion of the academy early in the morning.

Thanks to Madam Yin's introduction and Professor Gu's mediation, no one has yet stepped forward to point fingers at Xu Xuan and say things like, "This kid isn't worthy to stand with us."

The two professors who reacted most strongly have already left; those who remain are just observing.

"Alright, everyone, please go about your duties now."

Without any lengthy explanations, Madam Yin adjourned the meeting abruptly after finishing her report.

Everyone seemed to have something to do, but Xu Xuan was actually quite idle.

He is temporarily in charge of the morning classes for the Mingjing Department and the promotion of Cuju (ancient Chinese football) as a recess activity. As for recruiting students from non-aristocratic families, he is not yet fully prepared.

If you have nothing to do, go to the main gate of the academy to see what's going on.

Unlike other academies, Chongqi Academy was a top-tier institution of learning, with its students coming from all over the provinces south of the Yangtze River.

Considering the travel issues, the holiday schedule will no longer be one day off every ten days, but five days off every three ten days.

That translates to five days of vacation per month nowadays.

Whether you consolidate your knowledge during the holidays depends on your self-discipline. Some people openly cram, some openly slack off but secretly cram, some openly cram but secretly slack off, and some just slack off.

Even if the literary atmosphere of Chongqi Academy were ten times more vibrant, some people would still be completely ignorant.

At this moment, a long line of luxury cars is forming on Nanshan Mountain. It's unexpected that there can be traffic jams in such a place.

The more destitute were the scholars and their luggage in one cart.

Typically, the scholar would have one carriage, the servant one carriage, and the luggage one carriage.

Luxurious. Unpredictable.

The tall horses pulling the chariot were warhorses from the north. The chariot body, crafted from precious wood, was painted with gold and inlaid with gemstones. Various patterns were carved on the shafts, and the curtains were made of the finest silk, embroidered with exquisite floral, bird, and fish designs.

When such a convoy appeared, the minor clans ahead would hurriedly make way and even stand up to greet it respectfully.

The strictness of the hierarchical system is evident.

This suddenly reminded Xu Xuan of the question about transportation he was asked when he first arrived, which he answered by saying "on foot." The instructor must have been quite bewildered at the time.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him, and a flash of white light appeared in his eyes. At that moment, he had awakened his spiritual senses.

In the real world, family background already dominates most resources, and in the eyes of cultivators, aristocratic families are different.

The path of spiritual practice is difficult to walk, and those who practice are rare to find.

However, these high-ranking officials and dignitaries are the ones most likely to meet later, and there may even be some interactions and some precautions.

Even after Xu Xuan learned that there were supernatural beings, demons, and immortals in this world, besides wanting to cultivate and seek immortality, he was also wary of these non-human beings.

Everyone fears being beheaded by a flying sword from 800 miles away.

Xu Xuan's extraordinary intuition made his eyes see a riot of colors, as a massive amount of information flooded in.

Outside the mountain gate, the air was predominantly blue and green, a result of the scholar's academic achievements and the family's fortune.

Even though those who did not pass the preliminary examination were originally colorless, they still had a touch of blue under the protection of their family's fortune.

This means that if you are lucky enough to be born into a good family, you will naturally receive more benefits.

Even the privilege of food, clothing, and education enjoyed by a fallen aristocratic family is something that countless ordinary people cannot even imagine.

All those who can come to Chongqi Academy are people with good fortune.

There was even a faint purple aura that appeared intermittently, but then disappeared.

Some of the clouds even contained swords, jade pendants, and other magical artifacts floating in the air, clearly indicating that they were spiritual treasures.

Wow, this is what aristocratic families are like.

The idea of ​​exterminating nine generations of one's family suddenly becomes tangible. Okay, what a hellish joke.

In reality, Xu Xuan was thinking about how to eliminate any potential threats from powerful clans.

Given his temperament, background, and what he is about to do, it is not unreasonable for him to consider this question.

After entering the Dao, Ruoxu specifically said not to easily attack ordinary people, especially those on the righteous path, as doing so would diminish one's merits, obscure one's spiritual nature, sever one's path to enlightenment, and lead to calamities.

This is the ironclad rule of the world order that protects humanity.

The opponent is protected by good fortune, so directly using magic to attack will add many twists and turns, and may easily result in a staggering battle loss of 1 million kills for the enemy and 1 million casualties for oneself.

To directly destroy the foundation of their fortune, it is necessary to target the aristocratic families.

What if the imperial court system protects these people, or even the imperial power?
Xu Xuan thought about it more and more deeply.

I suddenly remembered the fairy tales I had read before.

When the gods and Buddhas in the heavens want to deal with a mortal, they first break the protection of the mortal's fortune using various methods, and then cause the mortal to die a violent death.

The most famous one is that saying.

Hear my secret decree, you three demons: The Shang dynasty is doomed, destined to lose its rule. The phoenix cries on Mount Qi, for the Western Zhou has already produced a sage ruler. Heaven's will is set, and destiny has decreed this. You three demons may conceal your demonic forms, infiltrate palaces, and bewitch hearts. Wait for King Wu to conquer Zhou, and assist him in his success. Do not harm any living beings. After the deed is done, you too will attain enlightenment.

Even the goddess Nuwa had to resort to such methods. However, Emperor Xin was the human emperor, the one with the strongest destiny among the human race, so it was not excessive for him to use these methods.

As for myself, I need to think of a solution.

It is said that entering the Tao is to step into an extraordinary realm with a human body, a leap in life, and even one's own lifespan has exceeded the human limit.

The result was that he tied his own hands; how could this be allowed?

We're not exactly righteous people, are we?

While he was pondering, he closed his spiritual eye and looked at the students with normal eyes.

What he saw suddenly jolted him awake, and he almost unleashed a deadly strike.

"Who are you?!"

It's no wonder Xu Xuan was unsettled; the sudden appearance of a pale-faced, bright red-lipped, and robust man before him would cause him to overreact.

There's also the lingering scent of pollen, making you feel like a walking source of sensory pollution.

"Hmph! Qian Zhongyu of the Qian family of Yuhang greets this instructor."

"Oh, hello Qian. Is that burn ointment on your face?"

"Instructor, you are joking. This is top-grade pearl powder, made from the finest pearls, the size of longans and perfectly round, retrieved from the deep sea by the Fisher Girls of the East Sea. The powder is then ground into powder and combined with various precious medicinal herbs."

Xu Xuan then secretly withdrew his fingers.

At the same time, I found this part of the record in my memory. Indeed, men from aristocratic families in the south would wear makeup. This trend was terrible.

Qian Zhongyu, on the other hand, looked at the instructor opposite him with a displeased expression, as if he were a country bumpkin.

He came to find out more about this new instructor who had suddenly appeared.

Chongqi Academy can be considered one of the cultural heritages of Jiangnan, and any slight movement there will affect all aspects of life.

It just so happened that Mr. Qian knew a little about the academy reforms, which led to the scene where he took the initiative to strike up a conversation.

Before coming, they had prepared various methods from "The Book of Master Guigu" and secret techniques learned from fragments of famous works.

So you hit a wall right from the first step?

Qian Zhongyu was somewhat disappointed, so he bowed to acknowledge the instructor and then turned to leave.

(End of this chapter)