Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Ji Fenming did not hide anything and said, "They claim to be the remnants of the Black Dragon, inheriting the Black Dragon Emperor's last wish to restore the Black Dragon, unify the world, and are willing to leave us, the alien race, a place to live after that."

Ji Qiuming was slightly startled upon hearing this, but quickly recovered.

"Can they do it?"

He didn't ask if they had agreed, because it was obvious.

"I don't know... but they certainly have grand ambitions, providing us with a lot of valuable materials. It's safe to say that they are the remnants of the Black Dragon Clan. What makes me even more certain of their identity is... since they allied with us, they have only asked us for one thing so far, and that thing is useless to ordinary people even if they get it."

Ji Qiuming asked instinctively, "What?"

"Information about the progenitor alien race."

".."

Information about the progenitor alien race...

Throughout history, there has only been one instance of someone daring to plot against an ancestral alien race and succeeding: the God of War, in collaboration with a beautiful woman, slayed the Earth Mother Goddess.

Information about the Primordial Alien Race is indeed useless to the average person. However, if the remnants of the Black Dragon Clan are truly seeking information about the Primordial Alien Race... then their remaining power is likely immense. Even setting aside the unrealistic goal of killing the Primordial Alien Race, they could at least establish a certain level of influence to negotiate with them.

Ji Qiuming couldn't think of any other mysterious organization besides Black Dragon that could possess such capabilities.

Ji Qiuming said in a low voice, "The remnants of the Black Dragon... are probably not easy to deal with."

"The biography of the Black Dragon Emperor records that in his youth, he used the power of the rebel army to sweep away the corrupt court. He ultimately stole the spoils of the uprising, sowed discord among several warlords and killed several rebels, finally reclaiming imperial power." Ji Fenming paused, then continued, "We are naturally aware of all this. Contacting the remnants of the Black Dragon faction is tantamount to seeking help from a tiger. But the Black Dragon Emperor is dead; no one possesses that kind of political acumen anymore, and besides..."

Ji Fenming remained calm. He looked up and saw a vast, dark sea stretching out above, the sky hundreds of meters above. Some were born here, and then died here; they never knew what the sun looked like.

"If what they say is true, what does it matter if we're used and drained of our blood?"

Ji Fenming withdrew his gaze and said softly:

"I brought many people from under the sun to this place, so I should also send them back under the sun, in a different form..."

Knowing they were of a different race, they kept it a secret and lived in seclusion.

Knowing you are a different race, letting others know, and then living openly and honestly.

Transforming the former into the latter is as difficult as climbing to the sky.

Even if all the primordial alien races from the chaotic era were resurrected and brought to life, they might not be able to accomplish this.

But to give up on something just because it's difficult is the stupidest idea.

Living is hard, does that mean we should just give up living?

No uprising in this world is ever accomplished overnight, and the trigger for the downfall of any dynasty is pitifully laughable. Take the rise of the Black Dragon Emperor, for example. Who would have thought that this legendary figure's rebellion began with the brainwashing of a little palace maid?

"Lord Ji!"

A voice suddenly came from outside the door, "The elder has a new task and asks you to come over."

Ji Fenming nodded to Ji Qiuming and strode out.

He was a radical in the illusory world of dreams... but after meeting Ji Qiuming, his remaining wishes were fulfilled, and he became even more radical.

He could recall that scene every moment: more than twenty years ago, countless cannons rained down from the sky, turning everything into a sea of ​​fire, burying his parents, showing no mercy, his eldest brother who only cared about running away, and himself standing there blankly.

We dare not forget the hatred between our families and our country.

If the remnants of the Black Dragon Party truly possess a prairie fire, but are merely lacking a spark...

Please, set me on fire.

Chapter Twenty-Five: Sacrifices

"These newspapers on the plane are probably older than the pilot himself. The last time I saw news about the resurrection of Mother Earth was when I was seven or eight years old. I never thought I'd see it again now..."

Shen Xin put down her newspaper. Ying Qin Guan noticed the words on her small blackboard and became curious. The abilities of the Primordial Alien Race had always been shrouded in mystery. However, this talk of resurrection... since only the Earth Mother Goddess had died, whether the Primordial Alien Race could actually be resurrected remained a mystery. This news was full of sensationalist headlines, but Ying Qin Guan still took the bait.

He took the newspaper, glanced at it, and read about a cult's sacrificial ceremony. The strange patterns carved on the ground were totems symbolizing the Earth Mother Goddess, and the participants were all mentally unstable. The police had also found some Kunos inside—Kunos are magical beasts, and the Earth Mother Goddess is a Kunos. These beasts have been forced to adapt to their environment and have essentially degenerated into ordinary animals. However, a very small number of Kunos survive in environments unsuitable for them, maintaining their magical beast forms.

The vast majority of magical beasts are self-degenerate; once a magical beast begins to "adapt" to its environment, it will degenerate into an ordinary animal.

Judging from the footage captured by the reporter, it appears to be a cult sacrificial ceremony, with the offerings being these few Kunos. It's worth noting that this kind of cult sacrifice has happened more than once or twice; the police uncover such an incident almost every so often, and surprisingly, there are no followers of any other primordial races, only the Earth Mother Goddess.

Is this reasonable?

That doesn't make sense.

What is the Earth Mother Goddess?

—They are the only ancestral non-human race whose deaths have been confirmed in the long history of the race.

Even if you insist on believing in something, go ahead, a goddess or a war god. Trusting a goddess is fine, no one will stop you, and believing in a war god is quite prestigious. But you believe in some ancestral alien race...

Whether your stance is crooked or not is another matter. What's outrageous is that even if you believe in an ancestral alien race, it's one thing to shamelessly become a cult member of that race, but you... you also have to believe in a dead one.

Humans have actually had contact with, and the confirmed existence of ancestral alien races is no more than ten. But if we include those folk legends and tales of the strange and unusual, there are at least twenty or thirty ancestral alien races. Why believe the one who was killed?

There's nothing fishy about this, and nobody would believe you if you told them.

Moreover, these cultists are all mentally unstable... This is why humanity has always suspected that the Primordial Alien race possessed the ability to resurrect. As the only confirmed dead Earth Mother Goddess, she still has such means, constantly influencing reality and doing these seemingly meaningless but mysteriously plotted actions...

It's hard not to think that the primordial alien race lacked the ability to resurrect. But if you're saying she really could resurrect... more than four thousand years have passed, why don't you come back to life and show me?

Ying Qin Guan didn't pay attention and put down the newspaper. The plane had already begun to land, and he could already see a glimpse of the Huanxing Plain in the distance.

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The descendants of the Divine Heart lineage did not originally reside here. After all, the Qin dynasty's change of dynasty was only a little over two hundred years ago. Their lineage, however, began in the Age of Gods. According to the Divine Heart, in their early years they had violated the ancestral precept that those without awakened abilities should not enter the world, attempting to cooperate with some official forces. But once they did so, inexplicable forces would come crashing down, forcing them to choose sides, war would break out, and everything would start anew. After much wandering, they finally decided to abide by the ancestral precept and settle down in various places.

Life has always been very difficult for me.

Although Shenxin didn't say it aloud, both Ying Qin Guan and Yu Xie Tian could sense that they were burdened by an inexplicable mission, a sudden high fever and serious illness, unable to rely on official forces, without any identity, and forced to wander aimlessly. Even if they eventually resolved the crisis, they wouldn't be able to enjoy the fruits of victory.

This last point is not fatal. Humans are actually quite good at enduring and making sacrifices. As long as you tell them that everything is "for the future," or to put it bluntly, it's just wishful thinking, Buddhism should be considered the patriarch in this regard. Others might at most give you a promise of the future, but Buddhism gives you a promise of the next life. Even with such a ridiculous promise as "the next life," some people are still willing to believe it, not because they are stupid, but because they have no other choice but to believe.

If you believe in this, you still have hope; if you don't believe in it, you lose even that hope.

The lineage of the Divine Heart is quite something... They don't even have the chance to be reborn into a better family in their next life. They just keep going with a vague mission, which must be quite tough for them.

"Huanxing..."

After a long journey, Ying Qin and his two companions arrived at the right side of the Awakening Plain, where the remnants of the Qin state lived.

If we count them, the first wave to arrive here were the remnants of the Northern Qin, and the next wave were the remnants of the Southern Qin. The Southern Qin and Northern Qin are now together.

When Ying Qin Guan saw the town not far away, he felt as if he had been transported to another world. He hadn't seen this style of architecture for far too long, so long that he felt that everything before was just a dream.

This indescribable feeling of nostalgia welled up, making Ying Qin Guan's gaze complicated.

"It's still quite a distance from Shenxin's house. It's getting late, so let's stay in this town for the night and set off again tomorrow."

Yu Xietian spoke, unaware of the unusual behavior at Ying Qin Pass.

Ying Qin Guan quickly composed himself and said, "Alright."

The three entered the town and found an inn... or perhaps a restaurant would be more appropriate. The counter, and even the corners of the lobby on the first floor, were filled with wine jars. But in Nanqin, inns and restaurants are inseparable, just like Ouma's swords.

The boss was a burly middle-aged man who was half-drunk. Ying Qin Guan and his two companions wanted to book a room, but after a long discussion, they couldn't get things straight. In the end, they had to call their daughter to arrange accommodations.

After a quick dinner, everyone went back to their rooms. There was practically no nightlife here; once it got dark, some went to sleep, and others went to have babies—there was no other choice.

But Ying Qin Guan couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was a case of the closer he got to home, the more apprehensive he became, but this wasn't his hometown after all...

However, upon seeing this long-lost, familiar architectural style, he did indeed have that feeling.

Although Ying Qin Guan lived in a small village, he often went to the town and occasionally to the city, a style he was familiar with.

He tossed and turned for most of the day, unable to fall asleep. Meanwhile, Shen Xin next door was sleeping soundly; Ying Qin Guan could even hear her kicking off the covers... Damn it, how come he never noticed before that the soundproofing in this kind of house was so bad?

He sighed and was about to use his inner energy cultivation technique to fall asleep, but as soon as he closed his eyes, he suddenly opened them again.

"This internal energy fluctuation..."

Chapter Twenty-Six: Prophesied Disaster

The internal energy of martial artists, especially top-tier martial artists, is highly distinctive.

The cultivation method will change a martial artist's physical body. What is physical body? In fantasy novels, it is what is called constitution.

Take the Southern Qin as an example. Those who practice the true scriptures of Taoism have a balanced and peaceful internal energy that is rich and long-lasting. Although they lack explosive power, their internal energy circulates continuously and their energy return is extremely fast. They are the most skilled at fighting protracted battles among martial artists and can be said to be the natural enemy of Darius. The two sides restrain each other.

This is the Taoist practice body, but its specific name depends on the name of the cultivation method. For example, if you practice the Golden Light Mantra, that's the Golden Light Body; if you practice the Innate Skill, that's the Innate Body.

Every martial artist possesses a martial arts technique; the difference lies in its perfection and its impact on internal energy. Generally speaking, the more elite the martial artist, the more perfect their martial arts technique, and the more distinctive their internal energy becomes.

Therefore, Ying Qin Guan immediately sensed it.

He casually picked up the sword box containing Sha Jue and Tian Fang, slung it over his shoulder, and with a few quick movements, silently left the inn. After walking a few steps in the small town, he soon saw the man dressed in a cherry blossom-colored ronin outfit at the end of a main road.

Himura Tan Sakura!

It was the fluctuation of his internal energy that drew Ying Qin Guan here.

There aren't many people whose inner energy characteristics Ying Qin Guan can remember, but he is one of them. He took a solid hit from Ying Qin Guan, and afterwards he was still able to go to the Sword Saint's Mansion to show off. Such strength is rare in the world.

After parting ways with Sakura, Ying Qin Guan had never seen him again. But he sent someone to deliver this pair of swords. Considering Shen Jiu's abilities, Ying Qin Guan couldn't help but suspect that he had ulterior motives. He had originally come to catch him and ask him questions, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to come to his door.

This guy... didn't bring any weapons.

Although he couldn't defeat Ying Qin Guan whether he brought him or not, Ying Qin Guan wasn't entirely confident in protecting Zhu Yu Xie Tian and Shen Xin if he did. It was obvious from his identity that Fei Cun Tan Ying was a speed and skill type of fighter, and such fighters were the hardest to stop when they engaged in assassination and sneak attacks.

"You've got some nerve," Ying Qin Guan said.

Their first meeting was at Qiyao's bookstore. At that time, he was testing Ying Qin Guan, and Ying Qin Guan wasn't taking a stranger seriously. Otherwise, he would have easily seen through his ulterior motives... But just as Wang Qiushui considered himself the last surviving person to achieve godhood through martial prowess, he confidently approached Ying Qin Guan directly. With Ying Qin Guan's strength and record, he had no interest in whether a random person he encountered was a peerless master or not.

The first meeting was a test, the second meeting was a fight, and now, on the third meeting, the other party came to see me without even bringing a weapon.

"What will you do if I make a move now?" Ying Qin Guan asked. "This isn't Yingman, there are no tall buildings here, and it's late at night with no sound coming from around. You won't be able to escape."

Back in the days of Sakura, although there weren't as many skyscrapers as in the Seven Stars, it was still the capital, so there were quite a few, and the nightlife there was also very vibrant. When Himura Tanzaku disappeared in a flash, it was indeed difficult for Ying Qin Guan to catch up, but now... she can't escape anymore.

"Mr. Ying's words are truly disheartening." Hishimura Tan's voice turned around, smiling, and said, "I kindly gave you a suitable weapon, do you intend to turn around and use it against me?"

Having spent so long in the Seven Luminaries, Ying Qin Guan was no longer the honest, simple country boy he once was. He calmly replied, "Let's see your answer."

Himura Tanzaku smiled slightly. His smile was quite distinctive; his eyes were usually squinted, making it impossible to see his pupils. Logically, when he smiled, his eyes should squint even more. However, he smiled with great restraint, and at this moment, his eyes opened slightly, revealing a sliver of azure pupils.

His gaze fell on the back of Ying Qin Guan, who was carrying Tian Fang and Sha Jue.

“You will soon be using these swords,” he said.