Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Can the original alien races be resurrected?

The answer to this question is extremely important, yet people have not found it for so long.

Throughout history, there has only been one progenitor of the alien race that died: the Earth Mother Goddess, who was killed by the combined might of the God of War and the Beauty.

For thousands of years, there have been illogical sacrificial activities from time to time. The participants were all normal in life, without any special worship or belief, and had basically nothing in common. They inexplicably performed sacrifices in different eras and different countries. Many of them had never seen what the totem of the Earth Mother Goddess looked like in their entire lives, yet they were able to draw it inexplicably.

This was too bizarre to ignore, so every bizarre ritual was recorded, backed up, and stored in the United Nations' "Progenitor Alien Special Forces Department".

Even so, much of the data is missing. The United Nations was not established for long, and the relevant data was compiled and integrated from other countries. For example, some sacrificial rites took place in rural areas, which were almost impossible to record.

Therefore, if the 34 truly refers to the number of sacrifices, then the number of sacrifices recorded by the United Nations is far less than 34. However, there is also the possibility of a copycat crime. But it wouldn't be too far off, because there aren't many people who could imitate this, and besides, in modern times, imitating this is practically a given; you wouldn't even need to check surveillance footage. A forensic doctor could basically close the case just by looking at the body.

“If we could get data from the United Nations, it might be helpful,” said Himura Tanzaku, her eyes slightly narrowed. “But this is the Huanxing Plain…”

Obtaining the data isn't difficult; as long as you can contact the Nephalem, they will naturally send you the data. The problem is, how do you contact them?

Information dissemination isn't as convenient in every place as in Qiyao. Qiyao, known as half a mini-black dragon, has completed its magic network, which covers the entire city. Not only are telephones available, but television is already in use. However, the magic networks in other countries are mostly still under construction. And in Huanxing Plains... the magic network hasn't even started construction yet, so naturally, the relevant alchemical equipment cannot be used.

To contact the Nephalem, one needs to leave the Starry Plains and go to the nearest city; the government office there will definitely have the necessary equipment. But this round trip would take a day and a half, even without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

“I can’t go. Even if I contact that director, he won’t believe me.” Hisumura Tan Ying paused and looked at Ying Qin Guan and Yu Xie Tian. “The two of you, one of you has to go. Mr. Ying is more mobile and can get back and forth faster, but. It would be best if he didn’t leave this place.”

In other words, the only one left who can do this is Yu Xietian; we can't let the sisters Shen Xin and Shen Jiu make the trip.

"Are you sure that intelligence will be useful? Even if it is confirmed, what then... Ah, I know." Yu Xietian sighed and said, "Then I'll contact the Nephalem and print out the intelligence. I hope it won't be a waste of time."

“That would be perfect.” Hisumura Tanzaku nodded with a smile. “Then the remaining four of us can look for clues in this city. If it really is the number of times the ritual was performed, perhaps we can use Shin-Kyu’s abilities to stop it… By the way, judging from your appearance, it seems you two couldn’t find your aunt’s belongings at the pawnshop. Perhaps the clues are in this city…”

"Let's look for them all."

Himura Tanzaku looked deep in thought and muttered to herself.

"Before the disaster truly arrives..."

-

Huanxing Plain, Xinyang City.

"Youjian" Inn.

It was lunchtime, and the inn was quite full, but there were few people from Southern Qin. Most were foreign tourists, including many martial artists and magicians. After all, anyone who dared to travel to this anarchic region was either incredibly skilled or utterly foolish.

The place was bustling with noise, clinking glasses, shouts from drunkards, urging for food to be served, and shouts from people playing drinking games. It was like a death knell, urging the waiter to keep going for a moment.

In a corner of the hall sat two people who seemed completely out of place in the atmosphere.

One of them was a young man, who looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He had short, black hair, a resolute and indifferent expression, and wore a black, tight-fitting robe. His aura was restrained, but if one were a peerless master, one could sense that this man was a peerless sharp blade hidden in its sheath. He wanted to draw it out; he was impatiently waiting to be drawn. He was a bomb, capable of killing others while also shattering himself to pieces.

Sitting opposite him was a middle-aged man of medium build, with a sword at his waist, who looked strong and powerful.

The two didn't speak, they just ate and drank water, and didn't touch a drop of alcohol.

While picking up some food, the middle-aged man suddenly asked, "What's your name?"

The young man replied, "Whatever."

"Your punches are brutal. This is the second time I've seen punches like this. The first person was far inferior to you. You're ruthless and vicious. Let's just call you Black Fist."

“Okay.” Black Fist paused, then asked, “What should I call you?”

The middle-aged man said, "Liu He."

"Alright, Liu He." Black Fist finished the last piece of green vegetable in a whirlwind, chewed it up, and swallowed it with the rice. "Where did you get your information? Resurrected after thirty-six sacrifices... I've never heard of such a thing."

“Of course you haven’t heard of it,” Liu He said calmly. “Because so far, no ancestral alien race has ever been resurrected using this method. How could anyone know about something that hasn’t happened?”

“How could anyone know about something that never happened?” Black Fist repeated, staring intently at Liu He.

The other party remained calm and said:

"Except for those guys who already knew they could do it."

"..." Black Fist's pupils contracted sharply. "You..."

"Shouldn't you be happy to hear something like this?" Liu He asked calmly.

"You'll do anything to restore your kingdom..." Black Fist spoke, half sincerely and half sarcastically. Just as there are traitors among humans, there are also traitors among other races. When an alien encounters a traitor, should they be happy or disgusted? Some might think the traitor has turned to the light. But others might think that if the traitor doesn't even love their own country and race, how could they love them? The answer depends on the specific circumstances.

"You wouldn't understand the late emperor's ambitions."

"Hmph... what use is it for us to come here?"

Liu He stood up and calmly replied:

"If we just wait, it will take several more months before the remaining sacrifices are over. I don't know exactly how many more are left, but we have a way..."

"It was done by human intervention to help her complete the remaining rituals."

Chapter Thirty-Six: You Don't Want It, You Think

Yu Xietian left, even though he felt it was unnecessary. But now everyone was in a state of confusion, gathering whatever they could.

"Please keep the sword case with you at all times these next few days," Hisumura Tan's words to Ying Qin Guan. "Be prepared for anything that may come."

Ying Qin Guan nodded and asked, "So, what exactly should we do?"

Actually, Hiyomura Tan's earlier statement about wandering around was just that. But Ying Qin Guan felt that it was just him announcing the general mission, and there were definitely more details to be made, but there was no need to explain it too clearly at the time, so he asked again.

result..

Himura Tanzaku said, "Just strolling around."

"Just strolling around?!" Ying Qin Guan was shocked for a hundred years. He really was just strolling around?

“Just strolling around.” Himura Tanzakura nodded and said, “You might think we need to contact the authorities to disperse the crowd and prevent the disaster from happening. But regardless of whether we can disperse the crowd in this anarchic area, even if we do, the disaster won’t disappear. It will only come back and cause even greater damage.”

"Ah..." Ying Qin Guan hadn't really thought that much about it before. He just felt that wandering around was pointless, so he said, "Then what's the point of wandering around?"

"If you ask me what use I am, I'm not really of any decisive use. But if I wander around, I might find clues to your mother's belongings, or Shenzhou-9 might be lucky enough to see something in advance and prevent the sacrifice from happening. Or maybe Shenxin will see the number thirty-five, and when we go there, we'll find a sacrifice. Then we'll confirm that this number actually refers to the number of sacrifices."

Himura Tanzaku paused for a moment, then chuckled, "Of course, if you have any better ideas, you can bring them up. In the end, we're just like headless flies right now."

Ying Qin Guan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head; he naturally had no good solutions.

Although he had some selfish motives—wanting to contact official forces to disperse the crowds and delay the disaster, at least to prevent it from happening on Huanxing Plain, which, although not his hometown, still had his compatriots—he also understood that he couldn't do that.

Delaying a disaster is inherently difficult, but with Ying Qin Guan's status, it wouldn't be hard for him to get the Seven Luminaries to do it for him. However, if the disaster doesn't manifest, this action seems inexplicable. If the disaster manifests elsewhere, Ying Qin Guan will be even more embarrassed. It would seem that the people in Huanxing Plain are considered human, but people elsewhere aren't. Hiding like this is ultimately not a sustainable solution.

Most importantly, he's here now.

So let it all erupt here, and let it all end here.

The four then took action.

The sisters, Shinshin and Shinku, need to act together for two reasons. First, their mobility is limited, and separating would be a burden to one of them. Second, they are more comprehensive when they work together. If a ritual occurs, Shinku can stop it beforehand, while Shinshin can see through it afterward. Furthermore, Himura Dansaku also suspects that the things their mother left them require them to work together to "see" relevant clues in a certain place.

Therefore, the two of them have to be together.

As for Ying Qin Guan and Fei Cun Tan Ying... there was really no need for these two to act together. After discussing it for a while, they finally decided that one of them would follow Shen Xin and Shen Jiu, while the other would act freely.

Regarding the question of who Shenxin and Shenzhou-9 are associated with...

"If you were to ask Mr. Ying to let them stay with me, I suppose he wouldn't feel comfortable with that."

Himura Tanzaku chuckled lightly, "But I trust Mr. Ying quite a bit, so I'll leave this task to Mr. Ying."

To be honest, Ying Qin Guan was not very good at dealing with people like Hishimura Tan Ying. The other party gave him a feeling that was a bit like a nocturne, but not as enigmatic as a nocturne, but even more elusive.

Nocturne is a very simple person; her goal is always the same: to have some fun.

"Alright," Ying Qin Guan agreed.

Himura Tanzaku glanced around and said, "In that case, I won't stay here any longer... Shen Jiu, be careful. Nothing can be confirmed yet. The thirty-six sacrifices, and even the Earth Mother Goddess, are all just speculations."

Shen Jiu nodded quietly. If it weren't for the fact that she looked so much like Shen Xin, Ying Qin Guan would have doubted what the relationship between her and Shen Xin was. Their personalities and attitudes toward people related to them were completely different.

"Then, let's meet at that inn when we get to the restaurant today." Hishimura Tan's hand casually pointed to an inn in the distance. But even with Ying Qin Guan's sharp eyesight, he could still see that it was the "Youjia" inn.

Unlike the towering buildings that are everywhere in Qiyao, there aren't many high-rise buildings here, and Yingqin Pass can easily see over there.

"I understand." He would reply, and Hisumura Tanzakura would nod, disappearing like a cherry blossom petal blown away by the wind, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

Ying Qin Guan looked at the two little girls, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Then... shall we wander around?"

"I'm fine with anything, but you must be tired after your long journey. Why don't you go grab a bite to eat first?"

Shen Xin held up the small blackboard, and Shen Jiu tilted his head slightly, staring at Shen Xin. "No, I..."

Before she could finish speaking, she heard Shenxin's stomach rumble.

".."

".."

If Yu Xietian were alone here, Shen Xin would definitely say, "You unfilial son, look how hungry you've made me!" But it wasn't Yu Xietian here, but her long-lost sister, Shen Jiu.

Shen Xin blushed, unsure what to say. After all, she wasn't Ying Qin Guan; her cultivation was still too shallow. If it were that invincible platypus, even in such a desperate situation, he could still stubbornly say, "Sister, you really are hungry; your stomach is growling!"

Fortunately, Shen Jiu came to Shen Xin's rescue at this moment. She looked calmly at Ying Qin Guan and said intermittently, "I am indeed a little hungry. Let's go and have a meal first, and then we'll talk."

Ying Qin Guan felt a little regretful. If it were only Shen Xin here, he would probably say a few sarcastic words to mock the other party. Unfortunately, Shen Jiu was here, so Ying Qin Guan was too embarrassed to speak. He could only silently laugh at the other party in his heart. Afterwards, he found a teahouse or snack shop nearby. This was a new industry in Nan Qin after accepting the impact of foreign culture.

This snack shop looks quite old; it must have been built by descendants of the Northern Qin people. Due to limitations in facilities and ingredients, the taste is somewhat different from that of the snacks from Qiyao. However, it incorporates some culinary habits from the Southern Qin, which makes Ying Qin Guan feel a bit nostalgic.

Shen Xin ordered three cups of hot chocolate, a bowl of three-spice pastry, and a plate of rice cakes, which was relatively restrained. Ying Qin Guan thought that if Shen Jiu hadn't been there, Shen Xin would probably have ordered twice as much.

Ying Qin Guan sipped his hot chocolate, feeling a pang of guilt. It had only just begun, and he was already resting here...

Before he could process the guilt in his heart, a familiar yet not so familiar gentle voice rang in his ears.

"Shopkeeper, four bowls, please... Huh?"

"Haha..." Ying Qin Guan chuckled dryly and greeted Fu Hanwen.

"What a coincidence."

Chapter Thirty-Seven: Another Sacrifice

Whether it was fate, the fact that Ying Qin Guan and his group hadn't gone far, or the fact that Fu Hanwen's pawnshop had a long-standing tradition of afternoon tea, they met here.

Shen Xin buried herself in her food, oblivious to everything else, focusing solely on her studies. Shen Jiu was always quiet and reserved; she wouldn't utter a single word unless someone initiated a conversation with her.

So this awkward scene, which I don't know whether to call awkward, was left to Ying Qin Guan and Fu Han Wen.