Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Last night at work, a policeman couldn't help but make a comment, which the Nephalem wholeheartedly agreed with. The Joker, as the Primal Race that has had the most contact with humans, has suffered countless defeats. Yet, he's still alive and well, proving that, so far, humanity truly lacks the ability to deal with, or rather, kill, him. This is absolutely indisputable. As the Primal Race with the weakest known direct combat strength, his survival abilities must be so powerful that they are currently unsolvable.

However, as a national institution, it cannot simply shirk its responsibilities and say, "Oh, I can't handle this, so forget it, whatever."

No matter how little the effect of the effort is, what needs to be done still needs to be done; it's just that a few complaints are always inevitable.

But the troubles of the Nephalem don't end there... The Earth Mother Goddess incident reported by Ying Qin Pass has received considerable attention. Currently, the only clue is Fu Feihan's master, Gu Xuan. However, that guy hasn't returned to his and Fu Feihan's residence recently. When a trace of him was discovered elsewhere, considering his status as a top-tier expert, the Empire intends to send the Nephalem to arrest him.

Of course, it's not just the Nephalem; for a top-tier fighter, capturing the opponent alive in a one-on-one fight is even more difficult than killing them.

Although the Nephalem was nominally retired, he couldn't escape his duties when it was his turn to work. Just as he was about to set off, a clown suddenly appeared. There was no way around it, so he had to stay again. The entire plan was disrupted, and the people sent to capture Gu Xuan were replaced overnight. It was hard to say whether this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I just don't know... how long the Joker will stay here."

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In the dimly lit, cramped room, the one-eyed man seemed to sense something and closed the book.

Before long, a wisp of black mist passed through the many obstacles and gathered in front of him to form a clown.

Compared to his triumphant and boundless madness when he left, the Joker now looks extremely pale and is listless, but even so... he is still smiling.

A bitter laugh is still a laugh; the only person who can laugh at any time is a clown.

The clown walked over in a few steps and sat down in the chair opposite the man. As soon as he sat down, he collapsed, as if all his strength had been drained away.

"You'd never guess who I met..." the Joker repeated. "You'd never guess."

Instead of guessing, the man asked, "Who did you meet?"

"Hey!" the clown exclaimed excitedly. "Friend, give me some face, okay? After I said that, can't you just guess who I met using common sense? You guess, and then I'll tell you. No, you guessed wrong. Let me tell you the answer. Don't you think that's more interesting?"

“I don’t quite understand what you’re thinking… but… okay, let me guess.”

"Ah, yes, that's how it should be. You should guess." The clown confidently assured him, "I guarantee you won't guess..."

He paused, then said smugly, "Of course, you'll never guess. So I'll give you five chances to play a mind-guessing game. I'll only answer yes or no... Come on."

The man gave a helpless smile. "You really are childish... But, alright, I've never lost a game... Judging from your appearance, you're definitely not the nameless swordsman from Southern Qin, so I'll guess right away."

He picked up his book, flipped to where he had been reading it, and casually asked, "Do I know the person you met?"

The clown grinned and said, "No."

"Is the person you met a modern person in the broad sense?"

"no."

The man raised an eyebrow slightly and continued, "That person defeated you head-on with overwhelming force?"

Although he was talking about his defeat, the clown showed no embarrassment. This was the magnanimity unique to the Primordial Race. No matter what it was, whether he was defeated, triumphed over, despised, or scorned, it didn't matter to the Primordial Race. The long passage of time would eventually wash everything away.

"Yes."

"Oh..." the man drawled, then paused for a moment before suddenly asking, "Did that person achieve godhood in the Time-Space Kill?"

The clown was still laughing when he said, "Yes."

"Hmm..." The man ruffled his messy hair and said, "It sounds like I should guess Wang Qiushui. She's not a modern person, not a deity. So, one last question..."

The man already had the answer in his heart. He said, "Is that person... the host of the Undying Worm?"

One second the clown was wearing a confident smile, the next he collapsed into his chair like a punctured balloon, sliding down like liquid. Finally, he lay on the ground, his face filled with utter frustration.

Clearly, the man was right; he didn't even need to give the final answer, because it was obvious.

The clown said regretfully, "I gave him too many chances; I should have given him four."

The man said calmly, "If it happens four times, I will remove the question that defeated you."

"Then three times!"

"Then I'll drop the first question."

"Then twice!"

“You might as well not give me even one chance…” The man shook his head and continued reading his book. “But the fact that he’s still alive is unexpected… But thinking about it, it doesn’t make sense. With a human body, no matter how strong he is, he would still be defeated by the curse of the ancestral alien race. Of course, it can only be this one.”

"But...you really are unlucky."

Chapter Sixteen: The Winter That Has Not Yet Ended

The Joker's actions didn't cause much of a stir; after a brief appearance, he vanished immediately. Just when everyone thought he was about to make a big move, he left. This was very much like the Primal Race, and very much like the Joker. All the Empire's arrangements fell through. However, this was exactly what they wanted to see. Just like anyone who stores fire extinguishers at home never expects to actually need them someday.

It's worth mentioning that the boss later complained to Ying Qin Guan about his newly hired chef, Feng Yun Ke. He had him start work the day before, but the very next day Feng Yun Ke submitted his resignation, stating that he "felt the call of nature and it was time to embark on a journey," and then left Qi Yao.

The boss had mixed feelings, feeling like he'd been tricked. But it happened anyway; the other party didn't ask for a penny, handed in their resignation, and disappeared into the crowd.

Ying Qin Guan felt a little regretful. He had promised to treat the other person to dinner last time, but he hadn't found the time or opportunity. He thought this time would be a good chance, but the other person suddenly resigned from their job...

I don't know if I'll have another chance in the future.

The Seven Luminaries are getting colder and colder.

Winter had clearly passed, but the impact of the cold air was becoming increasingly severe. Ying Qin Guan walked along the road in the Imperial Courtyard, and even the young men and women of this age were forced to prioritize warmth over style—they were wrapped up in four or five layers, looking like rice dumplings.

Regarding this matter, I also heard other people's complaints. When Ying Qin Guan was eating, he met a gray-haired man who complained that the students nowadays are really getting worse with each generation. When he was in school, the female students could wear skirts even when the temperature was minus ten degrees Celsius. Now, they succumb to such a low temperature. The next generation of the country is really a lost generation!

Ying Qin Guan didn't quite agree with his criterion, which was that "whether the next generation of the country will collapse depends on whether female students wear skirts in the cold weather." However, the cold weather did wear down one's will, and since there were hardly any people in the board game arcade, Ying Qin Guan bought a few best-selling novels recommended by the clerk and stayed in his dormitory all day, unwilling to move.

While people at Yingqin Pass can comfortably lie in their teachers' dormitories, they can't do that at the Yorozuya.

They've fallen into financial crisis yet again—the Yorozuya is never short of money throughout the year.

Even with a wronged client like Jiu Yi occasionally offering support, their spending habits meant they couldn't save any money at all. Although they did make a fortune on Valentine's Day, that money didn't even see the light of day.

Now, this evil deed has finally come to fruition. Just yesterday, they spent their last money on a meager dinner. If they still can't earn money today, they will have no choice but to shamelessly go to Ying Qin Pass, or apply for poverty relief from Anguo Department on the grounds that "if I go hungry, it will affect the stability of the country."

—By the way, Anguo Division does not provide such subsidies; they only provide prison food.

After Mu Nandong's encounter with the clown, Ying Qin Guan was worried that something might happen to him, but Mu Nandong was completely unaffected. His life remained the same as before... He had already pushed his potential to the limit. Even if he tried harder, it would only disrupt his life rhythm and cause health problems, ultimately proving to be futile efforts.

If being anxious won't help, then don't be anxious.

Nocturne remained elusive. Ying Qin Guan heard that she had been discussing some project with her boss recently, and the two seemed to be planning to create a big news event together... Anyway, it shouldn't be a riddle-solving show, as Ying Qin Guan hated riddles unless he could solve them.

The Royal Academy F4...now it's F3. The three of them have been practicing the techniques taught by Ying Qin Guan. Fu Fei Han's strength has decreased a lot due to the change in his cultivation method, while Zhong Hong Yu can now exchange a dozen or twenty moves with him normally.

Zhong Hongyu has always worked very hard, but frankly speaking, she is not smart enough and does not know how hard she should work. She has been practicing the Lihe Cansi Sword that Ying Qin Guan passed down to her, but she has never really put it into actual combat, not even once. No one knows how powerful this sword really is.

Fu Feihan possessed exceptionally keen intuition, despite no one having told him about his master. He still sensed something from every aspect of life. He was intelligent, but sometimes being too intelligent isn't a good thing; some things are destined to leave. No matter how strong you are, no matter how fast your sword, you cannot stop the relentless march of fate.

Ying Qin Guan felt sorry for Fu Fei Han. He had a feeling that Fu Fei Han's life might be even more tragic than his own. But he had already overcome all of that, while for Fu Fei Han, everything was just beginning.

Compared to those two bitter, vengeful guys who wouldn't stop until they'd ruined everyone, Luo Shui was a breath of fresh air. She wouldn't practice unless Ying Qin Guan was watching her, but if he asked her to come and practice, she would come and practice diligently. Saying she was slacking off was an understatement, and saying she was serious was nonsense. Martial arts isn't a job; it's not like you can do nothing after get off work (class). You have to go back and review what you've learned. Those few tens of minutes in class are just a few pointers at most. How can you not practice after class?

This is Luo Shui's attitude towards life, and Ying Qin Guan can't do anything about it. Let others live however they want; he's too lazy to interfere too much.

Lately, the only person who has been bothering him is Ahe. Her influence has been getting a bit too far lately. One time, when Ying Qin Guan returned to his dormitory, he actually found her in the dormitory supervisor's room on the first floor. When he asked her why she was there, she actually said she was there to cover for someone.

Now that things have come to this, even if Ah He suddenly appeared in the principal's office one day and said, "I'll cover for the principal for a bit," Ying Qin Guan wouldn't be surprised.

Just when Ying Qin Guan thought this winter vacation would end uneventfully, Nephalem came looking for him.

"I was originally supposed to go with other top-tier experts to capture Gu Xuan—who is also Fu Feihan's master, that's his real name. But because of the clown's sudden appearance, I stayed with Qiyao, and the mission was handed over to others. Now, news has come that the mission failed, and Gu Xuan has escaped into the Chaotic Province. The higher-ups still don't intend to give up, but capturing a top-tier expert is just too difficult..."

That's for sure. Capturing a top-tier fighter is far more difficult than killing one, especially if they're a suicide squad member. Even someone like Ying Qin Guan wouldn't have much confidence in capturing them.

When Nephalem told Ying Qin Guan about this, it wasn't to ask him for help. The Seven Luminaries didn't instruct Ying Qin Guan to do anything; the Bird City incident was a summons issued directly by the United Nations.

"The higher-ups discussed it and felt that even sending multiple top-tier forces might not be enough to capture him. Therefore, they plan to use other offensive tactics, including informing Fu Feihan about this and taking him to the Chaotic Province as well..."

"Considering that he is now your disciple, I'd like to ask you, Ying Qin Guan, what is your opinion?"

Chapter Seventeen: The Breakthrough

The impact of the Xinyangcheng incident was actually much greater than Ying Qinguan had imagined.

He felt that he had defeated and killed the Earth Mother Goddess, and that matter was settled. Although there were still some minor troubles, they were not a big problem.

Actually not so.

There are far too many hidden things behind the Xinyangcheng incident.

The first thing is that the ancestral alien race can be resurrected.

Let's leave that aside; it practically locks out the possibility of humans transforming into other races. Even if you kill a progenitor alien and transform into that type of alien, the progenitor alien will return from hell, even if you can instantly kill him. But if, for even a moment, the progenitor alien controls his descendants, the entire world will fall into his hands.

Second thing.

Some people already knew that the Primordial Alien Race could be resurrected and had mastered the exact and feasible sacrificial methods. This meant that they could accelerate the resurrection of the Primordial Alien Race, and in the worst case, they could resurrect the Primordial Alien Race indefinitely.

—Actually, it's not like that. It depends on luck. A sacrifice must have taken place at a certain location before a subsequent sacrifice can be performed. But only one Earth Mother Goddess has lived in four thousand years, so there's only one opportunity every hundred years on average. And each opportunity only lasts a few days. Information is not transmitted in time, and there's also the time spent traveling. By the time they arrive, it will be sooner or later. But only the remnants of the Black Dragon know all this.

The third thing.

The unparalleled masters among the alien races, and the organizations behind them.

What is a peerless master? A peerless master is someone who, in most cases, cannot be found even once in an era. That is a peerless master. The Sword Saint was once known as the number one in the world. Was he a peerless master? At most, he could be considered half a peerless master.

Among all the humans in the world, there isn't a single peerless master on the surface, yet there is one among the alien races?

Just how massive a population must be to produce a single peerless master?!

Compared to the potentially enormous number of people involved, the issue of unparalleled masters is not so important. What is certain is that there must be an organization behind that alien race, controlling the resurrection of the ancestral alien race... and their desires must be immense.

Ying Qin Guan thought the matter was over, but in fact it was only just beginning.

The final chosen breakthrough point was Fu Feihan's master, Gu Xuan... in other words, Liu He.

As the only one whose identity was exposed in this incident, it was understandable that he was used as a breakthrough point. However, a top-tier character is a top-tier character, an SSR that only appears once in 600 million people. Especially since their goal was to capture him, which was much more difficult than killing him, the first operation ultimately ended in failure.

Of course, part of the reason is that the super-elite forces they went to weren't top-tier. The top-tier super-elite forces are mainly the Ten Commandments, the Nephalem, and Athosher. Apart from the Nephalem, the other two have too obvious characteristics and aren't well-suited for that kind of work, and the Nephalem were tied up with the Joker incident.

In this operation, the United Nations has regrouped and will send more top-tier beings, including Nephalem. Furthermore, brute force alone may not be enough to capture a top-tier being alive. Records indicate that Gu Xuan came from Southern Qin in his early years, but his past is largely unknown. It seems that his only concern is his disciple, Fu Feihan, so they plan to bring him along.

Considering that Fu Feihan was a disciple of Ying Qin Guan, Naifeitian came to inform him.

After listening to Nephalem explain the pros and cons, Ying Qin Guan felt an even bigger headache. Too many things had happened this winter. First, there was the tragedy in Bird City, then the resurrection of the Earth Mother, and now, there was the capture of Gu Xuan. Every time he returned to the Seven Luminaries, he had to set off again after only a few days.

He sighed and asked, "Does Fu Feihan absolutely have to go?"

“Yes.” Nephalem paused slightly, then said, “Don’t say I don’t want him to go. Ying Qin Pass, you have a lot of influence. But that only gets the Empire to do certain things for you. The Empire can do certain things for you. But it won’t stop doing certain things for you. Do you understand the difference?”

Ying Qin Guan didn't really understand the difference, but he still understood what Nephalem meant.