Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Ying Qin Guan remained calm as he sheathed his sword.

This battle has come to an end.

"Loser, you talk too much."

Unyielding in the face of national subjugation

The Mother Goddess came to life, and the Mother Goddess died.

Perhaps it was because of Shenzhou-9's prophecy, or perhaps it was because Ying Qin Guan was the Earth Mother Goddess's thirty-seventh tribulation, the Human Tribulation. Less than an hour after her resurrection, the Earth Mother Goddess was killed thirty-five times by Ying Qin Guan... and died once again.

The next time, it might be another four thousand years.

Four thousand years have passed, from dusk till dawn, like pearls flowing and jade turning. What kind of extraordinary figures will grace the next four thousand years?

Ying Qin Guan didn't know, and he felt that even Shenzhou-9 certainly wouldn't know. But this era... perhaps, maybe, belonged to him.

He exhaled a breath of stale air and put Tianfang and Shajue back into the sword box... but when he put them back, he found that the swords had a lot of wear and tear and nicks.

These were indeed the best works of the sword-making masters of Southern Qin. During the battle at Yingqin Pass, they tried to protect them with their inner energy, but many were still damaged in the end.

These swords are more than enough to deal with top-tier and unparalleled masters. But if they want to complete a full-scale battle at the god-level... that's doubtful.

"Perhaps we should find some craftsmen to repair it..."

Such a thought flashed through Ying Qin's mind. He put away the sword box, but suddenly noticed that the body of the Earth Mother Goddess was gradually scattering... turning into specks of light and dissipating in the wind.

The corpses of the progenitor alien race also seem to be impossible to preserve.

If it were Ying Qinguan a year ago, he might not have understood how precious the corpse of the ancestral alien race was. Now, he does understand a little. But understanding is useless; the corpse simply drifts away with the wind, unable to be preserved.

It's a pity about Ying Qin Pass, but there's nothing that can be done about it.

He put away the sword case and walked towards the other four.

Himura Tan's health was slightly damaged; he had to withstand some attacks in order to hold off the Earth Mother Goddess. Although his battle with the Earth Mother Goddess was extremely short, he had to do more than just hold out for a while; he also had to protect people, which was no easy task.

"Is there a major problem?" Ying Qin Guan asked, looking at Fei Cun.

“I’m not that fragile,” Hisumura Tanzakura waved her hand and said softly, “She was just born at the wrong time.”

Ying Qin Guan said calmly, "It's a calamity we can't escape."

Shenxin quietly raised the small blackboard.

"This looks like my older sister..."

Ying Qin Guan glanced at him, and Shen Xin's limbs stiffened, causing him to collapse.

Shen Jiu smiled slightly. Although the Earth Mother Goddess didn't die thirty-six times in the end, making things less than perfect, the matter was resolved regardless. Although it seemed the other party might be resurrected, that might have to wait another four thousand years.

Let the people of the next four thousand years be the ones to deal with. At that time, there will be new sons of men and new "Nameless Swordsmen of Southern Qin".

After defeating their formidable foe, the four of them relaxed.

Only Fu Hanwen, instead of relaxing at all, became even more nervous.

"Ying Qin Pass..."

She suddenly spoke, calling out softly, no longer calling him Mr. Ying, but directly by his name.

She had a question... actually, she already had the answer. But sometimes, even a question with an answer must be asked; otherwise, it's meaningless if the question has an answer.

So Fu Hanwen asked the question. She clutched the hem of her clothes with one hand, very nervous, but still raised her head and looked into Ying Qin Guan's eyes.

"Who exactly are you?"

Ying Qin Guan was slightly taken aback.

Who is he...? If it only refers to "Ying Qin Guan", then he is of course just Ying Qin Guan, no one else, neither the God of War nor Ye Jiao Fang, he is just himself, Ying Qin Guan.

But he knew he couldn't play dumb here, and besides, he'd never intended to. This identity wasn't something shameful for him. But there was nothing to boast about either, because he hadn't protected anything. He was even afraid that one day he'd dream of the dead people of Southern Qin resentfully asking him, "If you were so capable, why didn't you act sooner? Why did you have to wait until we were all dead?"

He didn't know how to answer. Should he say that he had no money? Should he say that before he actually started training, he didn't know he would become so strong?

It seems pointless to give any answer, because the person is already dead.

But now, he can't escape.

Shen Jiu closed his eyes, his expression calm, revealing nothing of his thoughts. Shen Xin dared not utter a sound, lest he disturb the atmosphere. Hishimura Danzao smiled. The three reacted differently, but none of them chose to speak.

Who is Ying Qin Guan?

He is Ying Qin Guan.

Besides these, what else?

There are many, many, many more.

He was a martial arts instructor at the Imperial Academy, but that was probably not what Fu Hanwen wanted to know.

"who I am.."

Ying Qin Guan softly repeated Fu Hanwen's question, then said:

"Who am I...? People call me many things."

"They called me..."

Ying Qin Guan said, enunciating each word clearly:

"The Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin".

An unnamed swordsman from Southern Qin!

Fu Hanwen's pupils contracted... She should have guessed it sooner; she had guessed it during the battle.

If the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin exists, why hasn't he shown up yet?

According to Yunxian's widely circulated account, Ji Li did not practice martial arts before the arrival of the Black Dragon. He only cultivated martial arts to the point of invincibility during the last short period of time.

If the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin in the book is like this, then will the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin in reality be like this?

Yes...yes.

She should have guessed it long ago, when Shenxin said those things to her, when she saw Zhao Yunxian's travelogue of the nameless swordsman of Southern Qin.

The person who borrowed twenty-one coins from her... was the nameless swordsman from Southern Qin.

It wasn't that he didn't want to come; he simply couldn't. And by the time he was able to come, it was all too late.

Ji Li in the book is already outrageous enough, but reality is absurd.

Fu Hanwen got the answer she wanted, but Ying Qin Guan hadn't finished speaking.

He said softly:

"They also call me the Dragon Slayer, the Savior, the Second Generation Battle God, the Master of Both Sword and Blade, the Mysterious Guest, the Mandate of Heaven..."

Ying Qin Pass indeed has many titles. The Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin is simply too mysterious. His deeds took place in a place like Southern Qin, where people either fled or died. The Jue Tian Army is a war machine that fights to the death without retreating. Everyone who knew his deeds was dead. He is shrouded in mystery. Therefore, people have given him their own imagination, and thus these various titles have come to be.

Ying Qin Guan paused slightly, then said in a low voice:

"But actually, I am nothing."

He seemed to be answering Fu Hanwen, but also seemed to be talking to himself:

"who am I?"

"I am just... a conqueror of a fallen nation who refuses to submit."

Interlude progenitor gene

"Wherever venomous snakes are found, there is always an antidote within seven steps."

"This statement has no real scientific basis, but in essence, it is a rule set by the 'goddess' in the dark."

"The so-called human tribulation is nothing more than a supplement to this statement, or to put it more specifically. But to put it bluntly, it is actually the goddess's restriction on the ancestral alien race."

"Oh.."

In the dimly lit room, illuminated by a faint candlelight, a man with one eye blind and a nonchalant demeanor sat in a chair. Unlike before, this time, someone else was sitting opposite him.

The man was wearing an ill-fitting suit, his face was covered in white greasepaint, he had a huge red nose, a large mouth with the edges splitting all the way to his ears, and his lips were not red but black. His eyes were sunken, and the black eyeshadow created an explosive effect.

The two sat facing each other, a brown fedora lying upside down on the table between them, casting soft shadows and light, creating a picturesque scene.

It was in Xinyang City that Ying Qin Pass and the Earth Mother Goddess were fighting!

At this point, the battle in the scene was nearing its end. The man was resting his chin on one hand, looking drowsy, but as if to avoid being impolite, he forced himself to watch the whole thing.

"Oh...you don't seem interested."

A man dressed as a clown, wearing an ill-fitting suit, spoke with a smirk and an exaggerated tone.

"Aren't you surprised? This man is still alive! He's still alive!"

As he spoke, he waved his hands unconsciously, gesturing wildly, which looked particularly comical.

“A story whose ending is already known naturally has less suspense,” the man replied. “How could he possibly be dead?”

"Oh...?" The other person chuckled strangely. "You knew all along that he wasn't dead."

“I don’t know the specifics of his condition,” the man said lazily, “but I know he’s definitely not dead. If he were dead, it would be too despicable.”

"Despicable?" The clown-dressed man became interested and excitedly asked, "Quick, quick, tell me what this all means?"

"That sudden appearance of divine intervention completely shattered my plan, essentially giving him a victory over me. If he were to die here, wouldn't that deny me the chance to defeat him?" The man chuckled. "It's like two people falling in love for the first time, and then one of them suddenly dies during the honeymoon phase. No matter what, the people they meet afterward can never defeat their deceased first love, who is now infinitely romanticized in their memories..."

"This example isn't very good, but that's roughly the idea." The man waved his hand and smiled, "I know he won't die."

"You're really self-centered, thinking the world revolves around you."

"Isn't that so?"

"Hahaha...hahahahaha..."

The clown couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, gasping for breath. He kicked over a chair, fell to the ground, and continued laughing so hard he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The man smiled faintly, his hand gliding across the light and shadow on his fedora, instantly shifting the scene to Liu He... He had been severely injured by Ying Qin Guan and, normally, would not be able to escape on his own. He had no choice but to apply the secret medicine to himself. Due to the intense pain, his expression was completely distorted, and under the red light, a hint of madness had emerged deep within his pupils.

"Oh dear." The clown had finished laughing at some point. "The side effects of this secret medicine are too exaggerated. He was also exposed to that light. I'm afraid he'll have some problems with his brain in the future."

"It's already good that you survived." The man didn't say much more. He looked at the clown and asked, "You've collected the Mother Goddess's body?"