Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The three members of the martial arts department were all male, while the three members of the magic department were all female. The two teachers leading the teams were one male and one female, creating a delicate balance.

It's worth mentioning that Ying Qin Guan felt a sense of familiarity with the headshot of the magic department's teacher. After a moment of recollection, he quickly remembered that it was the guy who represented the magic department at the end of last semester and stunned the entire martial arts department with his words, "Teacher Mu is right, pass." Ji Fa even took this opportunity to try to seize power. Fortunately, in the end, Ying Qin Guan sacrificed his personal interests for the greater good, giving his life for righteousness and sparing the world from the torment of pagers. He wondered when the students of the Imperial Academy would ever understand such selfless dedication and noble spirit.

There weren't many documents. After confirming that everything was correct, Jiu signed his name, returned the documents, and the other party bowed slightly before leaving.

That's how the matter was settled.

Jiu Yi picked up the cards and casually said to Ying Qin Guan, "If you go there, don't be too surprised if you encounter some things. You know the nature of martial artists. Although theoretically it's students fighting, based on past experience, it will basically develop into a fight between martial arts teachers... If those things really happen, you just need to see how it goes."

Ying Qin Guan smiled and said, "Don't worry."

-

September 7th, the day of departure arrived.

As usual, we all gather at the Imperial Palace.

The meeting time was early, and Ying Qin Guan Lao reluctantly got out of bed.

—By the way, Ying Qin Guan asked Wu Chang Ying to change his class time. Now his earliest class is the third period in the morning because he can't get up earlier.

When Ying Qin Guan arrived at the meeting point, there were already five people there: three men and two women. Fu Feihan and Ju Qiuming were fighting, and Ruoye was chatting with a short, petite magician.

There was only one person standing alone in the arena, and that was Dong Qianlun.

Dong Qianlun, male, senior, has silver hair like Mu Nandong, tied in a high ponytail at the back. He is wearing a navy blue soft satin long robe with a belt of the same color around his waist. Ying Qin Guan secretly commented that his clothes are not as flashy as Yu Xietian's, and he is not as handsome as me—in other words, he is more handsome than Yu Xietian and dresses more flashily.

He saw Ying Qin Guan, smiled and greeted him, saying, "Hello, Teacher Ying."

Although he wasn't Ying Qin Guan's student, the Martial Arts Department only had a small number of people and a few teachers, so it was normal for him to know Ying Qin Guan.

"Hmm, good morning," Ying Qin Guan replied casually, then turned to look at the other person.

Witchcraft smoke.

This person was much shorter than Ruoye, who was already short. She was half a head shorter than Ruoye, about the same height as Shenxin. Her cheeks were slightly red, and she had a bit of baby fat, making her look like a steamed bun. She wore a mage's robe embroidered with many intricate patterns, exuding a mysterious aura. However, the robe seemed a bit too big, with only half a hand showing at the sleeve, and the hem almost dragging on the ground, giving the impression of a primary school student wearing her older sister's clothes.

Ying Qin Guan glanced at them, then looked at Fu Fei Han and Ju Qiu Ming. These two really couldn't stay still for even a moment. They were fighting when Ying Qin Guan came over, and they showed no sign of stopping now.

Fu Feihan wielded a sword, while Ju Qiuming used his fists.

Fu Feihan's sword possessed a remarkable spirit; frankly, Ying Qin Guan had only ever seen this kind of spirit in himself. Even the Nephalem were merely experienced in combat and possessed numerous methods of dealing with enemies, but they lacked this kind of spirit.

How can one describe this spirituality?

A sword is a weapon for killing, and swordsmanship is the skill of killing. As long as it can kill, it is a good sword. A longsword is a sword, a flying sword is a sword, so... an anti-material sniper rifle is, of course, a sword!

Ying Qin Guan looked at it for a while and nodded in satisfaction. If he wanted to pass on his own school of thought in the future, Fu Fei Han was indeed a good candidate.

Next... was Ju Qiuming.

His punches were very dark.

It's hard to imagine such a fist appearing in the hands of a young man. In Ying Qin Guan's imagination, such a fist should appear in the hands of a cunning middle-aged strong man, the kind of cunning martial arts leader, a powerful and ruthless figure, a hidden boss in a martial arts drama.

Every inch shorter, every inch more dangerous; every move can be fatal.

Within the class, aside from Ying Qin Guan and Fu Fei Han, practically no one would spar with Ju Qiu Ming. Although his control was also quite good, his moves were indeed too dark and ruthless.

Ju Qiuming has no lineage of martial arts schools. The fact that he figured out those moves, formed his own style, and has kept it to this day can only be understood as... his nature, or some special experiences he had in his childhood.

Dong Qianlun stood to the side, also watching the battle.

"That was a really hard punch," he muttered.

As one of the three martial arts students selected to participate in the exchange competition, Dong Qianlun's strength was naturally considerable. And for martial artists, once their strength is high, their judgment is naturally excellent as well.

Before the two began to fight, a lazy voice came from the side.

"What are you doing? It's so early in the morning, are you martial arts students having another brawl?"

Ying Qin Guan turned his head and saw Iris. She was tall and slender, walking with a lazy gait. Beside her was an ordinary-looking black-haired woman, who was probably Caroline.

These words were spoken to Ying Qin Guan, who shrugged and replied dismissively, "It's just a tradition of the martial arts department."

"Isn't the tradition of the Martial Arts Department to ambush? How did it become... Never mind." Iris sighed, clapped her hands, and said lazily, "Stop for a minute, boys, we're about to set off. Once we get there, you'll have plenty to fight."

Chapter Thirty-Four: The City of Truth

"Speaking of which, why is the City of Truth a country despite having 'city' in its name? Do you know, Teacher Ying?"

On the plane, Fu Feihan, who had been blacklisted by Ying Qin Guan for being stubborn, raised this question with him.

Ying Qin Guan looked at Ju Qiu Ming, who was eyeing him menacingly, and cold sweat immediately broke out on his back.

He remembered the last time he'd considered being defiant in front of Fu Feihan. Back then, on a new type of alchemical aircraft, Ying Qin Guan had fastened his seatbelt incorrectly. Fu Feihan asked him if he'd ever flown on such a plane before. Ying Qin Guan initially wanted to say, "Of course, I fly on them every day." But inexplicably, he told the truth. Then, that kid Ju Qiuming suddenly said slyly from behind, "Teacher, your seatbelt is on wrong."

If Ying Qin Guan had stuck to his guns back then, he would have been doomed. So he later blacklisted those two, realizing that being stubborn in front of them was risky and a major threat to the platypus's survival.

The result is now...

It's on the plane again, and it's those two people again! And it's Fu Feihan asking the question again!

Damn it! He's my mortal enemy!

Ying Qin Guan crossed his fingers, his pupils deep.

Damn it, what should I do? Should I know or not?

If I say I know, what if he presses me for details? But if I say I don't know, that would be too embarrassing—I simply can't do that!

Ying Qin Pass was driven to a dead end!

He knew he couldn't delay any longer; the time had come when he had to answer!

With this thought in mind, he opened his mouth with difficulty, about to say, "I don't know either."

"What?" A lazy voice suddenly rang in my ears, "Don't the martial arts students even know this nowadays? I'm really curious how your academic courses are arranged..."

Angels!!

That languid voice sounded so wonderful at that moment, directly saving Ying Qin from the brink of disaster! Although I don't know what to do next, at least I don't have to lose face for now!

Ying Qin Guan maintained his calm expression and said with a faint smile, "That's right. Although you are students of the martial arts department, you can't neglect your academic studies. It's really not right to ask the teacher about such common sense. Why don't you let Teacher Iris explain it to you?"

Shifting the blame eastward!

Faced with the platypus's greatest survival crisis, Ying Qin Guan unleashed an unprecedented and terrifying wisdom! With just a few words, he directly threw the problem to the iris flower, while maintaining his own lofty (?) image. Perhaps for some people, these words would be easy, but Ying Qin Guan had already used all his strength!

How about that! What do you think of that move! I'm so powerful! When they write my biography, you must include this incident!

Iris looked languid, seemingly unaware of Ying Qin Guan's subtle actions. She said listlessly, "In that case, fine."

-

When you think of the word "truth," who comes to mind first?

Is it the Ring of Truth, or the mathematician Issodar?

Both of them had a direct connection with truth. The Ring of Truth goes without saying, as it is in their names. Issodar, who claimed to have found the formula for truth, wrote a letter before his death, drew a picture of a goddess, and committed suicide. In the letter, he wrote the following.

I have seen the truth... and I have seen the goddess. I know very well what you want to know. But sadly, I am now utterly despondent. The last thing one should ever encounter in this life is true perfection...

But perhaps I should leave this perfect formula behind; the ultimate grand unified formula does exist, and I've found a brilliant proof. However, this space is too narrow to write it all down. It's quite simple, and I believe you can do it too...

Both of these individuals have some connection to the truth, and as figures of godlike stature, they are both qualified to have such a city exist for them. So... who is it?

The answer is the latter, Issodar.

Issodar lived in a small village during his lifetime, devoting himself to scholarship. After his death, his letter and the statue of the goddess circulated, attracting countless mathematicians who hoped to find his manuscripts or drafts and glimpse the secrets of the ultimate unified formula.

For a moment, it really felt like "the era of great mathematicians has begun".

Of course, these mathematicians found nothing, but they did not come away empty-handed.

In ancient times, due to the inconvenience of transportation, many mathematicians could only conduct their research in solitude within their own cities for their entire lives. But this time, driven by the irresistible allure of the ultimate unified formula, they gathered in this small village, where the collision of ingenious ideas from different regions sparked a flame of truth.

For a moment, no one was willing to leave.

Perhaps for modern mathematicians, there's little difference between doing research alone and with others. But modern people have choices; they can do it alone or with others if they want. Ancient mathematicians, however, had no such choice; they were always alone.

This gathering is a moment to be remembered for them, for the entire mathematics community, and for the whole world.

Later, the alien slapped his forehead and thought, "Damn, there are so many smart people there, why don't I go and do them a big heist?"

Without hesitation, the alien race prepared to attack, but the intelligence was leaked, and the humans had prepared guards in advance and further improved the ecology of the village.

The next step is to establish order, which is an inevitable step. At first, everyone discussed things with great enthusiasm, but this cannot always be the case.

More and more mathematicians and physicists have come here, as mathematics and physics are inseparable. Physicists have also come here in search of inspiration or to have discussions. And with the arrival of physicists, alchemists have naturally come as well, and with the arrival of alchemists, magicians have to follow. It's not surprising that even the noble magicians have come with their families.

When they came to their senses, a city of truth had already risen from the ground.

As for the later establishment of the nation... the main problem was various diplomatic issues. Without establishing a nation, it would be difficult to have exchanges in name only.

After a long discussion, the City of Truth chose to establish a nation, but nominally it is a "nation of scholarship." They declared that they would "never expand outwards" or "invade other countries without authorization," so they did not change the city into a nation. This means that we are not interested in worldly conflicts and hope that those messy things can stay away from us.

However, sometimes, many things in life are beyond our control, just like today, thousands of years later. Although the City of Truth has not expanded its territory, it has gained many forces that depend on it. They are also one of the five permanent members of the United Nations, and the legendary ultimate weapon that destroyed the Black Dragon Empire's capital, Doomsday... is also in the City of Truth.

—Of course, it's reassuring that the City of Truth's economy simply cannot sustain an energy-intensive apocalypse on its own. And apart from the City of Truth, the other four nations all possess such economies.

Many people think that the City of Truth provided the technology, while the other four countries provided the money, and the apocalypse was created here... This idea is really too stereotypical, just like Nocturne only knows how to play the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting, or Mu Nandong only does academic research.

It was only because the economic system of the City of Truth was insufficient to support the energy consumption of the apocalypse that this thing was placed in the City of Truth.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Seven Luminaries Pig Farm

"That's right, that's exactly it, do you understand?"

After Iris finished speaking, Ying Qin Guan seamlessly followed up, looking as if to say, "Do you understand now?"

Fu Feihan nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

In reality, both he and Ying Qin Guan were only half-knowledgeable; they were completely ignorant of political matters.

Iris said lazily, "Truth Academy was once the best school in the world. Their magic and alchemy departments were the best in the world. However, after the dean took office, he promoted Teacher Mu to head of the alchemy department under tremendous political pressure, which offended many people and suppressed a wave of academic cliques. It took two years before our school's alchemy department could barely surpass them..."

"Even so, their magic system is completely beyond the reach of the Seven Luminaries... That's what I've heard from outsiders. But to be honest, I've never seen it before. It's not bad to come and see for myself." Iris spoke languidly, her eyelids half-closed, as if she hadn't woken up yet.

Upon hearing this, Fu Feihan's attention was drawn again, and he asked, "Then where is the best martial arts system in the world... Ouma?"

Although Ouma is not a major country, their unique dojo culture and the stereotypical image of the Sword Saint as the strongest human being are deeply ingrained. Therefore, they give the impression that they are very strong in martial arts.

Before Iris could speak, Dong Qianlun chuckled softly.