Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Maybe they're looking for it today..." Ahe didn't dwell on the topic. "What would the teacher like to order?"

"Just give me two drinks, please," Ying Qin Guan said, while complaining, "That Jiu Yi guy, his life is chaotic, decadent, monotonous, and boring. Even if he finds a girlfriend, he definitely won't be able to keep it up!"

Ah He squinted, hesitating as if she wanted to say something, but she still couldn't bring herself to say, "Teacher, aren't you the same as the dean?"

Ying Qin Guan paid for the milk tea, took it, and handed one to Ye Qu.

"Thank you." Nocturne took the milk tea and suddenly smiled for no apparent reason.

Ying Qin Guan was baffled. "What are you laughing at?"

"I was just thinking about tomorrow," Nocturne said. "If nothing unexpected happens, there will be competitive events tomorrow. Teacher Ying was so nice to the girl today, serving her milk tea. Will he beat her to death tomorrow?"

The lyrics of Nocturne were somewhat humorous, and Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but laugh, saying, "That's hard to say... I'm a champion of gender equality."

He even used a new word he had recently learned at the Seven Stars.

Nocturne asked curiously, "How so?"

"As long as they are enemies, men should be fought and women should be fought as well. Only in this way can we be considered to treat everyone equally."

"How terrifying." Nocturne clicked her tongue. "The young lady should avoid Teacher Ying tomorrow."

"Haha."

Chapter Twenty-Two: A Myth

"I'm sorry... I was the one who was drunk, but you still had to carry me."

As the sun set, Ju Qiuming carried the drunken Fu Jianhan on his back, walking back to their residence.

Carrying a man up a mountain is physically demanding, but fortunately Ju Qiuming is a martial artist.

"Damn it..." Fu Feihan, still seemingly drunk, clung to Ju Qiuming's back. "I almost beat Uncle Qi in a drinking contest. I'm really curious what his family heirloom is..."

Ju Qiuming paused slightly, but then continued forward as if nothing had happened.

"Ju Qiuming, what do you think Uncle Qi would value so highly?" However, Fu Feihan did not intend to end the topic; he was also a rather curious person.

"I don't know," Ju Qiuming replied succinctly.

"Then why don't you guess?" Fu Feihan drawled, "I know you don't know..."

"There's nothing to guess," Ju Qiuming still refused.

"Ouch...it really hurts."

Fu Feihan had a splitting headache. It wasn't even night yet and he was already like this. You could only imagine how he would feel tomorrow.

".."

Ju Qiuming remained silent, as he always had.

The two of them continued hiking like that... Normally, Fu Feihan might say something. But today he had been drinking, and he happens to be a person with good drinking manners, so he wouldn't say anything inappropriate even when drunk.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled down, and fiery clouds stretched across half the sky, a crimson hue.

Ju Qiuming suddenly had a thought... Fu Feihan was drunk, and very drunk.

This might be my only chance...

He hesitated, considered it carefully, and finally spoke tentatively.

"Is Fu Feihan still awake?"

"Huh? Hmm... still awake, what's wrong?"

Ju Qiuming rarely communicates with people, and his speaking skills can only be described as tragic. He didn't even bother to beat around the bush before asking the question directly.

"Um... what's your opinion on other races?"

"Alien races..." Fu Feihan said casually, "I don't know, I haven't had much contact with alien races."

Fu Feihan was raised by his master from a young age and had no formal education. He was admitted to the Seven Luminaries Imperial Academy through a special admission because of his outstanding talent. Therefore, he did not have a deep understanding of the alien races and was not as hateful as he was.

Ju Qiuming's heart skipped a beat, and he said, "If... you discovered that someone very close to you, like your master, was from another race... what would you do?"

"I don't know about that..." Fu Feihan was drunk and his thoughts were incoherent, saying whatever came to mind. "This kind of question is so boring. Speaking of which, how could my master be a different race? But if he really is, if someone wanted to kill him, I would probably stop them. But then I would be a traitor, and I would be forced to wander the world forever. Ah... thinking about it, I'm really miserable. But the biggest danger of different races is that they hide their identities and secretly marry and have children. If my master were willing to castrate himself, humans might accept him..."

"..." Ju Qiuming doesn't drink and can't quite understand the thought process of a drunk person. Fu Feihan's master was suddenly "castrated"...

However, for an individual alien race, losing their reproductive ability could indeed make them acceptable to humans. Although they would still be controlled by the progenitor alien race, that would be a completely different concept from reproducing among humans.

But this was clearly not the answer Ju Qiuming wanted to know. Just as he was about to ask again, he heard regular breathing. He turned his head and saw that Fu Feihan had already fallen asleep.

Ju Qiuming remained silent and led Fu Feihan back to their residence.

It's worth mentioning that... Fu Feihan's master brewed him a cup of tea to help him sober up. When he woke Fu Feihan up, Fu Feihan opened his eyes groggily and immediately said something.

"Master, are you willing to castrate yourself?"

"..?"

-

Moonlight streamed down.

Inside the vast arena, Ji Fa stood in the very center, eyes closed, resting and waiting for Ying Qin Guan's arrival.

All martial artists, to a greater or lesser extent, are competitive.

For example, Nephalem is actually a very competitive person, which is reflected in all aspects of his life and is also related to his past experiences. He used to be a secret agent, and he would do anything to achieve his goals. So even in a game of cards, he would collude with Miss Silver to cheat. But he didn't care about losing to Ying Qin Guan because he knew who Ying Qin Guan was and knew that losing to him was something he couldn't avoid.

But Jifa didn't know that.

She couldn't accept that failure as a matter of course.

She is the eldest daughter of a duke. She has been brave and diligent since childhood and has extraordinary talent. At the age of twenty-five, she became a martial arts teacher in the Imperial Academy based on her own strength.

But the higher one climbs, the more one feels their own insignificance.

Ji Fa is the daughter of a duke. She was pampered from a young age and was also quite talented in martial arts. In a fantasy novel, she would be the saintess of a top power. But what happened?

She soon saw the person above her.

Jiu Yi, who has no family background, is also a martial arts major, but is even more skilled in combat than her, and has risen to the position of Dean of the Imperial Academy in just a few years.

Reach the top without spending a dime!

She's still gaining experience at the Imperial Academy, while Jiu Yi has already reached that level—he's the Dean of the Imperial Academy! Even her father can't do anything to Jiu Yi.

But is that all?

No, there's an even more outrageous one.

That is the Nephalem.

He was even better at fighting than Jiu Yi. Back then, he and Jiu Yi were the twin stars of the Imperial Academy, and Jiu Yi had never...never beaten him.

A legendary spy for the Seven Luminaries Empire.

It's a strange feeling. Whether it's Jifa or Jiuyi, they're just playing their own games in this country, while the Nephalem has already changed maps. He's been roaming all over the world, killing his way through, and then he's come back to retire peacefully. It feels like the gap between him and himself is so big that it's not like they're from the same era anymore. He's leveled up in a flash.

But is that all?

It's not over yet; it's just that Himeko hasn't climbed high enough. If she climbed any higher, she might know about Himura Dan's strength, which is enough to crush a sword saint. If she climbed any higher, then she would know...

What he was about to face was a myth, an absurd one called a deus ex machina, a person born to transcend tribulations.

The path of a martial artist is like climbing a mountain.

The higher you climb, the lonelier and colder you'll feel.

You keep climbing, trying to reach the summit, thinking that you can finally rest for a while. But once you pass through the thick clouds, you'll find... that it's so high you can't see the top.

What's truly despairing is knowing you don't have the strength to climb down.

After talent comes resources, after resources come hard work, and after hard work comes talent.

If you feel you've exhausted all your resources and efforts but still can't catch up with others, then you certainly have the right to complain. But most people just regret not succeeding easily.

Suddenly, Ji Fa opened her eyes and looked ahead.

Ying Qin Pass has arrived.

Chapter Twenty-Three: I'll eat this table right here and now!

Most martial artists can sense that they have little chance of winning as soon as they see their opponent, but even so, they will still fight.

He was always too afraid to fight, always afraid to fight, and when it came to a life-or-death battle, he still didn't dare to fight and was taken away by someone.

A martial artist who is afraid of losing face cannot grow, except for the platypus.

To this day, Ji Fa still hasn't been able to sense even the slightest fluctuation of internal energy from Ying Qin Guan.

There are many explanations for this, such as Ying Qin Guan practicing some kind of breath-holding technique. Or perhaps he secretly carried a cloud-suppressing stone with him, or...

His strength far surpasses that of himself.

Ji Fa whispered:

"You've arrived."

Ying Qin Guan arrived in low spirits, but upon hearing Ji Fa's words, he suddenly reacted and said in a deep voice, "I've arrived."

Ji Fa clearly didn't get the Southern Qin storyteller's line, "You've come, I've come, you shouldn't have come, but I still came." She said in a deep voice, "Then come on."

Seeing that the other party didn't get it, Ying Qin Guan immediately lost interest, waved his hand, and said, "I thought you understood... Come on."

Ji Fa exhaled a breath of stale air and assumed a fighting stance.

-

The Duke of Warner's Mansion.

"Really! It's really true!"

When Ruoye returned home, she embellished the story for the Warners.

"When I was playing with Luo Shui, I saw my sister and Teacher Ying together. They said it was a chance encounter, so I believed them. But later, when they parted, they said something right in front of us: 'Don't forget our promise...'"

The Warners exchanged glances, and Ruoye continued, "Look, it's evening now, and my sister told me directly that she has something to do and won't be coming back. Tell me, what can a girl like her do so late at night?"

Wakaba, who isn't a martial artist, casually made a promise.