Invasion Myth: Starting with the Schoolteacher

Chapter 35 Intelligence Breaks the Enemy
The magician somehow obtained a fragment of the "Born to Receive a Mandate" manual, but unfortunately, he neither knew the art of Zhuge Liang nor understood its profound meaning, and thus he actually practiced evil magic.

However, through tireless efforts and the addition of some magical sacrificial methods, the ritual was simplified into its current form.

Using human fire as a lamp, and under the watchful eyes of many, they refine the Big Dipper Boy into a peach of immortality, which, if consumed, can add three months to one's lifespan.

However, with each peach consumed, boundless karma accumulates, diminishing one's fortune, causing one's soul to decay, and leading to an untimely death.

Of course, this is nothing to someone whose lifespan has ended.

Now, it's harvest season again.

But today it's time to end here.

"Zhao Hu, we can move out now."

"Yes."

downstairs.

The magician told everyone that he was old and frail and asked his son to go to heaven and pick a peach for him.

The boy's body trembled, but he remained silent.

"Son...son"

Urged on by the crowd and the magician, the boy's body stiffened as he slowly approached the rope, extending his trembling little hand.

It seems that a sacrifice is inevitable.

"Ugh!!!"

"Wait, wait!"

"Don't you know the rules? Don't you know whose territory this is?"

A ruffian dressed in tattered clothes walked over, cursing and swearing.

"You dare to play tricks without my permission? You're asking for it!"

Since Master Zhang didn't have time to throw him into jail yesterday, he was put to good use.

Unaware of his surroundings, he even promoted himself to a higher generation, now calling himself Zhang San.

It's practically a natural performance; his reckless and carefree attitude is spot on.

The magician pulled out a handful of silver coins; he knew the rules.

Snapped!
The money was knocked to the ground.

"Do you think I'm a beggar? We casually got a tael of silver from Old Song yesterday, and this little bit of yours isn't even enough for a few cups of tea for the brothers!!!"

Master Zhang was arrogant and haughty, his nose practically pointing to the sky.

The henchmen behind him also wisely began to disperse the crowd.

"Get lost, what's so interesting about this?"

The sorcerer watched helplessly as these bastards drove the people away, forcing him to stop the ritual he was halfway through, and a surge of anger rose within him.

These insects and ants have dim fates, no spirituality, and murky blood; only their weak souls still have some value.

Let's kill them all later and give them to that fortune-telling bastard as a greeting gift.

We just need to be patient for now.

But Zhang Sanye was incredibly brave. He kicked and punched the load on the ground, then his gaze locked onto the hemp rope that had flown into the sky.

"Let the immortal rope let me go up and see if there's a peach orchard."

"If I had one, I'd eat it and throw it away, then go check out the fairies in heaven, ahahahahaha~~~~"

He laughed so hard his rotten teeth almost fell out.

The magician had already tucked his hands into his sleeves, ready to strike.

Whoever moves the rope dies!
"Zhang Si! It's you again! Are you looking for death?!"

At this moment, Zhao Hu arrived just in time with dozens of constables carrying iron rulers and ropes, stopping this bullying and market manipulation in the name of justice.

He swung the iron ruler and drove the group away, beating the thugs until they cried for their fathers and mothers.

The magician also took his hand out, showing that the constables of Qiantang were still somewhat useful.

Huh? Why are you arresting my child?

Praise!
Grayish-white powder covered his face, obscuring his vision. Several iron rulers slammed into his body, and ropes flew from a distance to bind his limbs.

A set of procedures flow smoothly.

just
clang!
The iron ruler struck like a rock, making the constables' hands numb. The rope, despite its force, didn't budge an inch.

Bu Hengzi said that the magician cultivated the incomplete chapter of the righteous path and had also walked the path of foundation building. Although his talent was still far from entering the Dao, his ability to fight magic during the day was much stronger than his due to the cultivation of his life and body.

The word "many" is frightening.

The magician stood there in silence, then erupted in fury.

The tiger's stripes appeared on the clothes, unharmed by the iron ruler's blows, and its lips turned a bright red, like blood.

Danzhu, the mouth deity, expels filth and dispels impurities. Hu Ben, the throat deity, guides the flow of vital energy.

Having cultivated two gods through unorthodox blood-feeding methods, the magician was known as a troublesome figure among the heretical cultivators.

I took a deep breath, and as I spoke, the evil tiger roared through the mountains and forests, its soul-devouring power ensuring the death of everyone here.

Then he immediately fled Qiantang, for there were traps there. His lips barely parted when someone brought over a bucket of night-scented perfume and poured it heavily onto his face.

Cleansing the mouth and throat is to eliminate negative karma through speech and enhance one's spiritual cultivation.

As a result, someone poured filth all over his face, covering his mouth and nose, and his supernatural powers were shattered.

Of course, the mental attacks mixed in filled the magician's mind with a strange smell and immense humiliation.

"You all vomit. Vomit to death."

Xu Xuan and Xie Yu in the building instinctively leaned back. Even some of the constables had switched to long-handled weapons like the one used to keep guests company, as these things could hurt both themselves and others.

At this moment, a constable rushed up to report.

“Mr. Xu, the child has already been identified as a member of the Li family.”

"Alright, Xie Yu, let's retreat. A wise man doesn't stand under a dangerous wall."

Xu Xuan made a quick decision and led a group of people to retreat hastily.

Meanwhile, the hysterical magician below was in a daze, only knowing that everyone was going to die.

Anyone who sees this must die!!!
Everyone in Qiantang County must die!!
what? !

His soul suddenly shattered, and excruciating pain spread throughout his body.

Ouch!!! It hurts so much!!!

It turned out that the last jar of black dog blood had been spilled on the hemp rope.

Even with modifications, the method of being born with a destiny still requires an object to carry the power to prolong life.

This rope is similar to a seven-star lamp.

Wei Yan was able to break the Seven Star Lamp by divine intervention, while Xu Xuan broke the Immortal Rope effortlessly.

The rope that had shot into the sky began to twist wildly, then plummeted from the clouds to the earth.

Within a radius of several dozen feet, everything was within its striking range; walls, floor tiles, archways, and even a floor of the Wenhui Building were ripped away.

Gravel flew everywhere, bricks turned to dust, and everyone was urgently evacuated from the area.

The crowd watched as the rope struggled for a long time before becoming as still as a dead snake.

The life-binding technique that bound life and death was broken, and the magician knelt on the ground, letting out a weak and miserable howl.

He quickly aged from a middle-aged man into a white-haired old man, but time still hasn't spared him.

Hair, teeth, bones, flesh, organs—all were stripped of their life force.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes glazed over, and lost control of his bladder. Then he died a miserable death in the filth, his soul scattered.

Afterwards, the cleaning staff immediately began professionally cleaning the floor and collecting the debris.

The crowd gradually gathered.

This was not the battle fought in a small courtyard on the outskirts of the county town yesterday afternoon, but a hunt and kill in the middle of a bustling city.

Such commotion cannot be hidden.

So Xu Xuan pushed Magistrate Song out.

We discussed what to do if a third party intervenes again last night.

The magistrate was absolutely unwilling to continue killing one evil cult member after another; he was just a magistrate.

Putting aside casualties and security issues, the very fact that something goes wrong would be a huge problem.

Having already amassed enough credit, the final decision was to use this as a warning to others.

The magician's life is used to warn those in the evil path, especially that third person, that no matter what big things they want to do, they should not come to Qiantang.

Under the protection of the yamen runners, Song Youde stood up in high spirits and accepted the credit in front of everyone.

From discovery to planning, and then to personally overseeing the battle on the front lines, it's not an exaggeration to call him a righteous official.

As for the others, they also said a few words and then asked for rewards based on their contributions.

Everyone who participated this time has a bright future.

The name of Xu Xuan, an instructor at the academy, also appeared once.

Even if someone has made the greatest contribution, they should be kept as low-key as possible in terms of publicity.

Song Youde dared not take credit for the academy's teaching position; this was Xu Xuan's own request.

He claimed that it was all thanks to Lord Song's command and that he was merely making excuses, which eventually convinced everyone.

Everyone praised Instructor Xu for being humble, polite, knowing when to advance and when to retreat, and understanding the value of loss.

In fact, Xu Xuan just wanted to cultivate diligently, stay in the back mountain of the academy, and wait for his divine skills to be perfected before emerging from the mountain.

Even though the Tao is declining and the demons are rising, ordinary people and important figures are protected by the order of heaven and earth and the fortune of humanity, but novice monks do not.

We'll hide as long as we can.

If someone were to reveal their true form as the White Lotus while performing a divine act in front of others, that would be truly hilarious.

Even the cautious Xu Xuan never expected that being so inconspicuous would attract someone's attention.

(End of this chapter)