Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

For departments like sociology, exams are the standard kind of exams; they test whatever is required.

In the arts and literature department, Nocturne is all-powerful; she can do whatever she wants. Although it sounds unreliable, given her level of skill, no one can say anything about it.

Alchemy majors are required to create small works during midterms and finals, or improve and replicate certain things on the market... The alchemy major of the Seven Luminaries Imperial Academy is the best in the world, and this is not an exaggeration.

The magic department is more complicated, with a lot of diverse and complex questions that I can't answer in a short time, so I'll skip it here.

For the martial arts department... the exam is divided into two parts.

One part involves the homeroom teacher conducting a practical exercise with their students and then awarding points. The other part is somewhat similar to an ancient "mercenary guild," requiring students to complete tasks assigned by the school.

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Pager

Where there is demand, there is supply.

In ancient times, people had all sorts of needs, and mercenary guilds came into being. However, as times changed, social mechanisms improved, and power structures were integrated, mercenary guilds gradually disappeared from the world—and even those that did disappear were basically defunct, with their core functions completely different.

No respectable country would allow an organization that operates on the fringes of the law to establish itself within its borders. Something like Yorozuya is already skirting the law, and Nephalem's mother has been running around doing all the work for it.

However, it must be admitted that the Mercenary Association has indeed brought convenience to the lives of many people. In the end, this kind of business is taken over by relevant personnel, becoming more formalized, while the entry threshold has also been raised significantly.

During the mid-term and final exams each year, students from the martial arts and magic departments must complete certain tasks. Ninety percent of the reward goes to the students, while the remaining ten percent is collected by the Imperial Academy as an intermediary, becoming the funds used by the Dean of the Dog Academy to bid for sound cards.

At the same time, the Imperial Academy will also grade students based on the difficulty of the assignments.

The above is based on the premise that the Royal Academy believes the tasks students participate in are not risky.

Some outstanding students, in order to challenge themselves and obtain higher evaluations, will take the initiative to form teams to take on high-risk missions. The Imperial Academy will conduct certain expulsion and strength tests on them. If they pass all of them, then a certain number of martial arts or magic teachers will be sent as bodyguards to ensure the safety of the students. Naturally, as Yu Xietian said, since they have already been sent out, regardless of whether they have actually done anything or whether they have played a role, they will definitely have to make money.

The reason for bringing together all the teachers from the Martial Arts Department is to discuss this matter—or perhaps to allocate the quotas.

Wu Changying sat at the head of the table, glancing somewhat guiltily at Ying Qin Guan. He was the only one present who knew Ying Qin Guan's true identity, and with such a figure sitting below him while he sat at the head of the table, he did indeed feel a little uneasy.

But he quickly composed himself, cleared his throat, and said, "The magic department has already assigned teams; there are now seven student teams left."

As he spoke, he divided the documents on the table, and Ying Qin Guan took them... They contained detailed information about the seven teams.

This includes the students' grade, department, name, photo, as well as detailed information about the commissions they have received, the difficulty and compensation of the assessments, and other responsible supervising teachers.

Ying Qin Guan glanced at it and was very disappointed. He felt that Wu Changying was truly clueless; he should have also included the photos and hobbies of the teachers leading the magic department. Otherwise, how would he know which side had...card-playing friends just by looking at the names!

If you have no woman in your heart, then printing cards will naturally bring you divine power!

"As before, everyone should go back and consider this for a day, and it would be best to discuss it with each other to avoid situations where everyone chooses the same student team. If the number of teachers needed is insufficient, or if there is an overabundance of people for a particular request, then I will make the assignments... That's all, now everyone is free to discuss."

Wu Changying, a martial artist by birth, hadn't learned much in terms of polite conversation, even after spending half his life as a teacher. After saying what needed to be said, he left the place cleanly and neatly, leaving a group of people in the conference room staring at each other in disbelief.

"I'm too lazy to lead the team, so I'll leave first. You guys chat."

Me too.

".."

After Wu Changying left, several other teachers who had already decided not to get involved also left, reducing the number of people in the room to less than double digits.

Ying Qin Guan glanced at the commission fee and was somewhat tempted. His first month's salary was still a long way off, and he only had the 100 pounds of living expenses given to him by the Nephalem as start-up capital.

—And now it weighs ninety-four pounds.

However, he was very self-aware, knowing that besides his handsome appearance, superb card-playing skills, quick thinking, remarkable talent, willingness to admit mistakes and correct them, and diligence, he didn't have many other strengths. Therefore, he was very selective when choosing tasks.

Therefore, Ying Qin Guan thought long and hard, constantly considering his own strengths, the difficulty of the task, and its specific relevance.

Ultimately, he chose the commission with the highest reward.

Don't tell me about girl A being rich, girl B being virtuous, and girl C being smart, and ask me which one to choose. Who understands what you're saying? I just want the prettiest one!

He glanced around. Wu Changying's words hadn't been very clear... what did she mean? If he liked this commission, was he going to announce it here to prevent others from choosing the same thing?

Ying Qin Guan glanced around, cleared his throat, and said:

"For the fourth request, if no one else can, I'll take it..."

"Everyone, the fourth request..."

A female voice rang out along with Ying Qin Guan's voice... and because of this, neither of them finished speaking.

Ying Qin Guan looked up and saw a woman with smooth purple hair, who looked to be about twenty-five or twenty-six years old. Beside her was a beautifully decorated one-handed sword that seemed to be more for decoration than for actual combat. She had delicate makeup on her face.

"Oh, cool, very good. It seems both new teachers are eager to achieve some results..."

Beside Ying Qin Pass, a man with graying hair, who had his legs propped up on the table, whistled, "I hope you guys can be more proactive. I don't want to be chosen by the old man to teach students."

Almost all the martial arts instructors who come to the Imperial Academy only see it as a stepping stone. Their departure time depends on their performance...they need to demonstrate their value to the higher-ups. Therefore, the most dangerous missions are actually the ones that best showcase their worth; they'd love for something to go wrong so they can perfectly resolve it—that's a huge bonus...of course, if something goes wrong, then they'll drag their students down with them.

But Ying Qin Guan was truly wronged. He had no ambition and would rather die living off his fixed salary at the Imperial Palace. He was only here to earn some extra money.

The purple-haired woman looked at Ying Qin Guan and took a slight breath.

If time could be reversed, the future Ying Qinguan would definitely choose this moment to shout "I'll give it all to you!" as quickly as possible, and then never have any contact with this woman again.

He later formed a bizarre "platypus and pager" couple with this woman, although neither of them wanted to admit it... It was truly a tragic love story.

But then, the purple-haired woman spoke.

Like a barrage of cannonballs, the speech was delivered at an extremely fast pace, so fast that if it were written as a novel, there wouldn't even be a single comma.

"Ugh, why is this happening? I just wanted to finish the mission quickly. Why did I encounter such a problem right away? They told me that even dogs wouldn't take this kind of mission, but why are other people taking it besides me? I knew those guys' information was unreliable. I'm going to complain to my brother about them when I get back, but before that, I need to solve this problem. Sir, are you willing to give up your mission? Obviously not. Why would someone with such deadpan eyes be so motivated? Clearly, there are some reasons I don't know. So, here's the question: everyone, I'm also new to the Imperial Academy. When two teachers simultaneously set their sights on the same mission, and both of them are martial artists..."

After Hua Shao finished speaking at a rapid-fire pace that might disturb others, the purple-haired woman took a moment to catch her breath and calmly uttered her last sentence.

"How should this problem be solved?"

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Luckily, I was a cut above the rest.

"The affairs of martial artists should, of course, be resolved through martial arts!"

While everyone was engrossed in the purple-haired woman's terrifyingly fast-paced speech, the gray-haired man sitting next to Ying Qin Guan was the first to react and rushed over to join in the commotion.

Why are martial artists called martial artists, and not martial arts masters?

Naturally combative and fond of violence, this remained unchanged even as a teacher. The teachers in the conference room immediately became excited, chanting, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"

—They are essentially no different from those students who egged on each other to "kiss" or "hug" back in school.

The purple-haired woman looked at Ying Qin Guan and said, "That's exactly what I was thinking too."

Ying Qin Guan, who had originally intended to say "I could actually choose someone else," swallowed his words and slowly said, "I have no objection..."

Because... as long as it's a challenge, Qin Guan will welcome all who come.

Accepting challenges is the destiny of the strong; those who avoid battle are truly despicable.

The two arrived at the fighting arena.

"Starlight and Crescent Moon Flow, Princess Warner, please enlighten me."

When the term "school of thought" first came out, many people thought it was really stupid. Why would you announce this? Isn't this just revealing your own way of raising and using the character? What if your opponent targets you?

But in reality, that's not the case at all.

First, there are too many schools of thought.

While it's true that establishing a school of thought requires making a name for yourself, the continent is so vast, with thousands of years of history and countless schools of thought... the probability of knowing the strength of your opponent's school can only be described as tragic.

Second, you know the opponent's style of play, and not only that, you also know how to counter that style or its weaknesses.

That's even more absurd. What is a style? A style is a combination of cultivation methods and usage methods with extremely high compatibility that make a name for itself. Generally speaking, it doesn't have any obvious weaknesses—if it does, then you're basically out of the running.

Even if you knew the weaknesses of a particular style before, styles are not static. Improving usage and training methods is something martial artists do throughout their lives. If you use your own "I think" to provoke an entire style that is constantly improving day and night, and you succeed... then you are a genius, and it has nothing to do with the style itself.

Third, and most importantly, in ordinary times, it's fine. Even if it's an extremely coincidental situation where your opponent knows the weakness of a particular style and defeats you, that's one thing. But in a life-or-death battle... if your opponent happens to reveal a style, and you happen to know its weakness, then the problem arises...

Can you believe it?

It is well known that shouting "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" and then using a groin kick is a display of a martial artist's abundant martial virtue.

Compared to such a negligible risk, a well-established "school name" is of greater value to martial artists who value their reputation.

Martial artists are different from magicians, who have a certain need for reputation—alchemists need it even more; sometimes, the same thing, under a different brand, can have a price tag that adds a zero.

That's a bit of a tangent.

It must be admitted that a person's name carries the weight of a tree's influence. Even someone as detached from worldly affairs as Ying Qin Guan had heard of the Starshine Arc Moon School, the school of one of the founding dukes and the Grand Duke of Warner, which was quite renowned within the Seven Luminaries Empire.

In the martial arts arena, Ying Qin Guan and Ji Fa Warner stood facing each other, while a group of teachers from the martial arts department watched from the sidelines.

Ying Qin Guan's hands hung naturally at his sides, as if he were holding a sword. He lowered his head slightly, not looking at his opponent, but at the ground in front of him. He said lazily, "The Void Time Exquisite Sword, Ying Qin Guan, please enlighten me."

"The Illusory Time Exquisite Sword?" The purple-haired woman tilted her head, forming a question mark, opened her mouth slightly, took a breath, and then began.

"What kind of style is this? Did you create it yourself? But can a style you created even be called a style? It should at least be recognized to some extent, right? I've never heard of either Ying Qin Guan or Xu Shi Jue Miao Jian before, and judging from the expressions of the teachers around me, they haven't heard of it either. Did you name your training method and usage just because it sounds good? Although your style name is indeed quite cool, don't you feel embarrassed if no one else knows it? Ah, sorry, I didn't mean anything by it, I was just curious... Take this!"

After a string of useless nonsense... Jifa suddenly made her move.

Too fast, too sudden, too decisive—just when everyone thought she would continue speaking, she made her move with utterly lacking in martial virtue. In an instant, her inner energy surged, and a few sparks of starlight shone, like a cascading Milky Way, scattering its brilliance, so dazzling that those who saw it couldn't help but squint.

Behind that brilliance... lies the cold glint of a sword tip.

This strike was almost perfect.

The timing of the sword strike was impeccable, and the exquisite technique of the school of martial arts was the icing on the cake. Few in the world could withstand this sudden sword strike.

What a pity... what a pity.

Ying Qin Guan didn't even look up. He had forced himself to get up early to play cards and was feeling a bit sleepy. He forced himself to suppress the urge to yawn, then slightly raised his hand and turned his body slightly to the side.

In an instant... Ji Fa's sword strike was like a swallow throwing itself into Ying Qin's arms; the sword didn't pierce anyone, but instead, she was about to crash into Ying Qin's heart.

Ying Qin Guan pondered for a moment, deciding that he didn't need to wash his clothes for the time being. However, if they got stained with the other person's makeup, he would have to wash them, and that would tarnish his reputation, so...

He struck with his palm, hitting the other man squarely on the neck. With a muffled groan, Ji Fa fell face-first into the dirt, unable to get up.

Jifa: Flash Ignite qwer123456 12 keys per second.

Winning Qin Pass: A.

The arena fell silent instantly.

Ji Fa's sword strike was perfectly timed, executed with the advantage of perfect timing, location, and support, catching the opponent off guard. Even if it couldn't secure a decisive victory, it should at least have had some effect. But... she was instantly killed.

Everyone looked toward Ying Qin Pass.

Ying Qin Guan hadn't looked up yet... His head remained lowered, looking at the ground about two meters in front of him.