Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Liu He shook his head.

"That won't work either. Our goal is to establish contact with the Earth Mother Goddess and wait for her to complete the ritual naturally... Who knows where she will choose for the next ritual? What if it's on the other side of the continent?"

Then they went to the other side of the continent and tried to persuade the Earth Mother Goddess to form an alliance.

Don't be ridiculous. Even the Earth Mother Goddess, who is incredibly incompetent, can't be completely without any means. Everyone can only be contacted by the Primordial Alien Race, and no one has the ability to contact the Primordial Alien Race on their own initiative.

The ancestral alien races each possessed their own strengths, but they all followed a mysterious balance: those with bizarre abilities were relatively weak in direct combat, while those with simple and unremarkable abilities were relatively strong in direct combat.

Historically, many top-tier masters have achieved victories against the Primordial Alien Race. However, that is meaningless, because those who were defeated were basically those with bizarre abilities but weak in direct combat. The top-tier masters merely "won," but in reality, the Primordial Alien Race was not in any real danger. On the contrary, they could easily die if they were not careful.

Because the Earth Mother Goddess was defeated and killed by the God of War, she is constantly ridiculed and used as a synonym for idiot. But the Primordial Alien Race is the Primordial Alien Race; her abilities may be considered idiotic, but only compared to other Primordial Alien Races. Compared to humans, she is arguably more magical than a magician... However, many people don't grasp this concept and believe that the Earth Mother Goddess's abilities are truly limited to direct combat.

Prejudice stemming from stereotypes is difficult to overcome.

"call.."

Black Fist exhaled a breath of stale air. This wouldn't work, that wouldn't work... and he didn't know how many more sacrifices he was going to have to perform. What should he do? But he had no choice but to bite the bullet and do it.

After a moment, Liu He spoke up, suggesting, "Perhaps we should split up and act separately."

"Right on my mind."

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The Seven Luminaries City, the Imperial Palace.

Mu Nandong reached out and took a stack of documents from Ye Qu's hand.

This was something he had asked Nocturne to do. Every so often, Nocturne would send him some documents, all of which were related to the ancestral alien race.

Mu Nandong spends most of his time on "courage," and he can't take the time to think about and verify many things. Whether these papers are correct or not is another matter, but most of them will be helpful to him.

He has always considered the ancestral alien race as his hypothetical enemy, so understanding the ancestral alien race is naturally essential.

"Thank you." Mu Nandong replied calmly, going through the motions.

"You're welcome." Nocturne chuckled, then said, "That paper, 'On the Thirty-Seventh Tribulation of the Primordial Alien Race,' is very interesting. Professor Mu can take a look at it later."

These documents include, but are not limited to, folk tales, academic papers, fragments of secret records, and the sections on the ancestors of different ethnic groups in biographies.

Mu Nandong nodded.

He took the documents back to his room and studied them word by word.

The rest were either baseless folk tales or complex terms disguised as high-level academic works, which Mu Nandong quickly skipped over and moved on to the paper Nocturne had mentioned.

This paper argues that the primordial alien race was a species envied by the "gods," who did not want them to appear in this world, and thus arranged thirty-six calamities for them.

According to the legend of the God of War, a tree takes one thunderbolt as its tribulation, a beast takes one death as its tribulation, a fish takes one drought as its tribulation, and an insect takes one fire as its tribulation. The twenty-first tribulation is for the sacred and magical beasts, and the thirty-sixth tribulation is for the ancestral alien races.

These thirty-six tribulations do not mean that they will actually be struck by lightning or burned by fire, or that beasts will die and water will dry up. They are just used to describe how difficult it is to overcome tribulations. The tribulation of wood is no greater than heavenly lightning, the tribulation of demonic beasts is no greater than death, the tribulation of fish is no greater than water drying up, and the tribulation of insects is no greater than raging fire. All of this shows that, in the darkness, the will of the world does not want such creatures as the Primordial Alien Race to be born.

But besides all sorts of calamities, there is something else that has caused countless demonic beasts to perish during their tribulations.

This thing is "human".

Of course, "human" here is used in a broad sense, including humankind itself, other races, and even ancestral races, referring to all humanoid beings with intelligence.

This is the hidden calamity facing Warcraft.

If this paper ended here, it would be nothing more than a string of nonsense, a bunch of meaningless words. But this paper has a sequel.

The author of the paper argues that as a magical beast gets closer to the Primordial Alien Race, the "World Will," the "World," or even the "Goddess," "God," or "Creator" will become increasingly panicked, until finally, they abandon all moral principles and choose to use every means to prevent the Primordial Alien Race from appearing. The example he uses to support his argument happens to be related to Mu Nandong, or rather, to the Mu family.

That's right, it's "fear".

Legend has it that when Fear was undergoing its final tribulation, it encountered the ancestor of the Mu family and was forced to make a pact, becoming a tool. The author of the paper believes that this is the thirty-seventh tribulation of the Primordial Alien Race, the final tribulation that will occur when a magical beast is about to fully become the Primordial Alien Race. It is also the last resistance of the 'world' against the existence of the Primordial Alien Race. When all 'natural disasters' could not destroy it, it chose to use 'human disaster'.

He called this kind of calamity...

'Human Robbery'

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pawnshop.

Shenxin and Shenjiu arrived here, and Miss Fu was indeed waiting for them. She was a little surprised to see that there were only the two of them. Shenxin explained on the small blackboard that the two of them had something to do. Miss Fu did not change her expression and still treated Shenxin and Shenjiu very well.

Himura Tan's benefactor and Ying Qin's fellow villager were both absent, so it was impossible not to be disappointed, but she managed to cover it up well.

However, Shenxin saw through this. Although she was usually quite carefree, she was always reliable when needed, and she actually did most of the actual work at the Yorozuya. Compared to Yu Xietian, Shenxin played an irreplaceable role.

After a hearty meal, the other employees left, leaving only the three of them and the accountant in the pawnshop. The accountant was old and had gone upstairs to rest early. Shenxin, who had a knack for socializing, was fearless and took the initiative to chat with him.

"Who do you want to know about, Fei Cun or Ying Qin Guan? We sisters are quite familiar with both of them. Although they're not here, you can still talk to them indirectly through us."

In their previous conversation, Fu Hanwen had already learned about Shenxin's muteness and Shenjiu's blindness. Although she didn't know why the two sisters were in this situation, Shenxin's positive (carefree) attitude towards life still moved her deeply. It could be said that Shenxin left a very high impression on her. Now, hearing what the other party was saying, she smiled slightly and said, "It sounds like you sisters have an extraordinary relationship with them."

"Hmm...I guess so."

It was nearing evening. Although Xinyang City wasn't so backward that it had no lights at night, it was still in a state where there was little entertainment after dark—at least for ordinary people. But the high-ranking officials and nobles must have new places to go and a rich nightlife.

As an ordinary citizen, Fu Hanwen naturally didn't have a particularly exciting nightlife. Now that she had plenty of free time, seeing that Shenxin seemed to want to chat, she started chatting with her.

"Mr. Himura looks incredibly skilled. I couldn't even see his movements clearly... Is he some famous martial artist?"

"Him? He's so-so. He can't even beat an average university professor. He'd get utterly crushed by someone who's only been practicing martial arts for less than two years. I know a martial artist who plays cards all day and doesn't seem to care about improving himself, but he can still easily beat Himura. Maybe to you laymen, he's fast and his moves are cool, but to us experts... he's just so-so."

An ordinary university teacher – referring to Ying Qin Guan.

The guy who's been practicing martial arts for less than two years—referring to Ying Qin Guan.

Playing cards all day without any ambition – referring to Ying Qinguan.

You thought there were three people, but it was actually just me!

Upon hearing Shen Xin's words, Shen Jiu couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly. However, she didn't make a sound. Of course, she knew the background of these three people, but she also understood that Fu Hanwen on the other side was completely ignorant of martial arts and was totally fooled by Shen Xin.

"Really...really? But I feel like Mr. Himura is really amazing."

"I'm not bragging, but with his skill level, if Ying Qin and I teamed up, defeating him would be a piece of cake!"

Jiu Yi: This sounds familiar...

Shen Xin, with her thin arms and legs, clearly wasn't much of a fighter. But when she mentioned Ying Qin Guan, Fu Hanwen asked curiously, "Does Mr. Ying also practice martial arts? Could he defeat Mr. Fei Cun?"

"Get the facts straight, Miss Fu. Without my help, this battle will be one-sided. Only if I assist Ying Qin Pass can they fight a more evenly matched battle for a while."

Shenzhou-9's shoulders were trembling slightly. Shenxin... has liked doing these things since he was a child.

Fu Hanwen no longer believed it. She could tell that Shen Xin was a bit dishonest, so she turned around and looked at Shen Jiu to the side.

When she looked over, Shenzhou-9 had almost finished adjusting, but a slight smile remained on its face.

Although Shen Jiu and Shen Xin look remarkably alike, Shen Jiu's temperament and personality make her more in line with the common perception of a "beautiful woman." Especially in the scene where she smiles with her eyes closed, illuminated by the dim candlelight, she possesses a captivating beauty. Even Fu Hanwen, herself a woman, was somewhat moved, and then couldn't help but sigh, lamenting how such a peerless beauty had been deprived of her eyes by heaven—what a pity!

Shen Xin, on the other hand, had a completely different thought. She thought, "Damn, no wonder she has the same face as me, she's just as good-looking."

Despite his sighs, Fu Hanwen still had to say what needed to be said: "Little Shenjiu... is your sister telling the truth?"

Shen Jiu smiled, a mischievous thought creeping into her mind. She said, "She's right. She does have some fighting ability. And if she joins the battle, it will definitely make the one-sided battle last for a while, and in the end, she and Ying Qin Guan will win."

Shenxin became very proud after receiving her sister's endorsement.

"See! I told you, but you didn't believe me. Now you're satisfied, aren't you? My sister would never lie! Neither would I!"

Although she had only known Shen Jiu for a short time, he gave Fu Hanwen a sense of divinity, and she began to believe that Ying Qin Guan could defeat Fei Cun Tan Ying with the help of Shen Xin.

"What does Little God know?"

【"secret!"】

Shen Xin, smugly basking in the glory of having somehow gained an edge over Hishimura Tan's comrades by leeching off their teammates' blood, became quite pleased with herself. It must be said that both she and Jiu Yi were rather adept at boasting; Jiu Yi had gone to challenge the God of War, but Shen Xin, even with Ying Qin Guan by her side, probably couldn't defeat him. Therefore, she had no choice but to settle for second best and instead try to provoke Hishimura Tan's comrades.

Meanwhile, in a house four rooms away from the pawnshop, Black Fist, dressed in a different outfit, silently infiltrated.

Lying on the bed was an ordinary person who had worked hard all day. Black Fist reached out, his movements as fast as lightning, his inner energy surging in, and he took the other person's life instantly.

He was expressionless, showing no hesitation or remorse for killing innocent people. No one understood the cruelty of racial war better than him, and he had long since abandoned any feelings of pity.

Living sacrifices might be more effective, but Liu He said that dead sacrifices would work just as well, just a little less effective... Well, a little less effective is better than causing a commotion. The appearance of the variable, Himura Tanzakura, forced them to change their course of action.

Black Fist remained calm and began to draw the totem of the Earth Mother Goddess on the ground.

The bright moonlight shone through the edge of the door frame, illuminating a thin edge of the totem image.

The entire land was trembling slightly, the entire Huanxing Plain was trembling slightly.

Is it because you're afraid something is about to awaken?

No, it's less about fear and more about...

The heart of the earth is beating.

Chapter 43 Two More Moves

Ying Qin Guan moved silently in the shadows. He had never systematically studied reconnaissance... or perhaps he had almost never systematically studied anything at all. But just as a person is born knowing how to breathe, once he possessed this astonishing martial prowess, some things naturally came to him.

Compared to Himura Tan's perception, he could sense a wider range. However, to be honest, at this late hour, all he could hear were snoring, procreation, and conversations like "Has it started?" or "It's over." This made Ying Qin Guan realize that Xinyang City's nightlife needed to be enriched; perhaps they needed a board game cafe.

While Ying Qin was lost in thought, his expression suddenly turned serious, and he stopped in his tracks.

He smelled a hint of blood... Damn, it's a different kind of blood. That's alright then.

Ying Qin Guan sighed and continued forward.

He was no longer in the state of knowing nothing when he first arrived at Seven Luminaries. He had come to understand, to some extent, humanity's grand strategy against alien races through his exposure to it.

In the early and middle stages, the alien races and humans looked completely different, with a huge gap between them. Although some people warned of the alien races, saying they would evolve to be like humans, this was not taken seriously. It wasn't until later, when the two terrifying alien races, the Rebel Demons and the Demi-humans, completed their evolution, infiltrated the human elite, and turned against humanity, causing them to exterminate the demonic beasts of the Rebel Demon and Demi-human lineages, that humanity discovered the alien races' millennia-long strategy.

During that period, many solutions were proposed to prevent genocide caused by hybridization with other races, using them as hypothetical enemies. However, most of these solutions could not be implemented due to technical limitations.

For example, how to distinguish between different races, such as the rebellious demons, already depends heavily on the right time, place, and people, let alone the demi-humans.

Regarding in vitro fertilization (IVF) technology, the rebellious demons are alright; at least they still have a few magical beasts available, and in extreme cases, they can still conduct measurements. However, this measurement method essentially involves a complete breakdown in relations with the person being measured, a genuine insult to their dignity. But at least it's an option. As for demi-humans, let alone magical beasts, even the animals that evolved into magical beasts are completely extinct among them...

Under these circumstances, someone proposed a solution.

Since we cannot break through the abyss, let us become the abyss ourselves.

That's right, this method involves transforming humans into a large-scale alien race.

Why are humans worried about the grand strategies of other races?