Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Yu Xietian raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "If you put it that way, I feel like you'd still make a move even if I didn't give it to you. But... don't just say half, I'll add another 800 pounds to round it up to 2000. When you make your move, use something I can understand?"

Ying Qin Guan's gaze swept over Shen Xin; perhaps he wasn't as oblivious as he appeared.

"it is good."

He said.

Yu Xietian handed over his soft sword.

Ying Qin Guan took it without hesitation, flicked his finger on the blade, and praised, "A fine sword."

As he said this, he lowered his gaze slightly and then planted the sword in the deck.

"However... this kind of enemy is not enough to make me use my real sword."

He lowered his gaze, his hands naturally clenched as if they held swords.

Chapter Thirty-Nine: The World, No Battle Is Invincible Without Me

The wind blew, and the book turned to a new page.

The slap never landed.

[Because Ji Li grasped the old man's wrist.]

The old man was a renowned martial arts master, established for many years, a figure akin to the patriarch of the Feng family. He had heard of Ji Li's mystical exploits. Therefore, he personally intervened, having considered several scenarios in which his attack would be neutralized. But he never imagined... his attack would be received in this way.

Those seemingly weak hands... gripped the old man's wrist, his veins bulging, unable to break free. The indescribable feeling was like a runaway train hurtling towards them in the distance, your family strapped to it, their bodies bound by thick chains. And you were just a small kid passing by with a plunger.

[Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly powerless.]

Ji Li said, "I originally came here to reason with you. For nineteen years, I didn't know I had such a daughter. When it was time for her to get married, I couldn't bear to leave my own family, so I found this one who had been lost among the common people... It turns out that she grew up all alone and suffered so much, just to take someone else's place and marry that fool."

The old man's inner energy surged, his hair flying wildly. "You little brat, how dare you bark so arrogantly here! Young Master Li is the son of a nobleman. If you marry him, you will enjoy wealth and honor, and soar to great heights!"

Ji Li shook her head and said softly, "People should do what they want to do, not what they can do. If everyone only does what they can do and not what they want to do, then this world would be far too cruel."

"Hmph!" The old man suddenly exerted his strength, his inner energy surging, and broke free from Ji Li's grasp. However, he did not attack again, but instead took two steps back, his face grim. "Your strength is formidable, but the wrath of the Li family is not something you can bear. I advise you to leave today, and let this matter rest."

Ji Li lowered his gaze and did not respond, resulting in a stalemate.

Suddenly, someone rushed out of the side door. It was a young girl of about sixteen or seventeen, wearing ill-fitting clothes that looked like they had been taken from a maid. She was carrying a sword and, before anyone could react, she rushed to Ji Li's side, panting, "Brother Ji, the sword!"

"Feng Ruo! You..."

[“Shh…” Ji Li held up a finger to his lips, took the sword, slightly drew it, and praised, “A fine sword… but I have sworn never to use a real blade again. But it’s alright, with this sword, I understand your intentions.”]

"I'm taking you away today, and not even the King of Heaven himself can stop me."

He placed his hands on the chair, stood up, stepped forward, and calmly said, "I, Ji, am a hero of unparalleled skill, a peerless champion. You lowly, cowardly creatures, are not worthy to witness my swordplay, but..."

He glanced slightly at Feng Ruo beside him and smiled, "Since you've always wanted to see it, then take a look."

-

Ying Qin Guan naturally lowered his gaze and clasped his hands loosely.

Ji Li stood up, raised one hand, and made a grasping motion towards the sky.

The surging seawater gathered in Ying Qin Guan's hand, eventually transforming into a long blue sword, pointing diagonally at the ground.

In the sky, clouds churned and sank, gradually gathering in Ji Li's hand, transforming into a pure white sword, pointing directly at the sky.

Ying Qin Guan spoke, his voice dreamlike and ethereal, like mist dispersing in the air—visible, intangible, and impossible to hold onto.

"The illusion is exquisite, the Demon Blade? Annihilation."

Ji Li spoke, her voice calm and her demeanor composed, giving one a sense of grounded reliability.

"The Lotus Without Scattering, the Final Sword Style."

"One style."

"One style."

Ying Qin Guan remained expressionless and said indifferently:

“Waves”.

Ji Li glanced at Feng Ruo, a smile appearing in his eyes, and he murmured...

"The most profound and wondrous feathers scatter their petals, boundless and formless, without moves or styles, in perfect harmony with nature—the highest realm, the pure white spiral, the final slash!"

Ying Qin Guan made his move. Without any fancy moves, he slashed upwards with his demonic blade!

[Ji Li made his move. His inner energy surged forth, causing the clouds to boil and the entire sky to churn. His pure white divine sword descended from above!]

The black inner energy flashed by in an instant, and Yu Xietian even doubted that it was his imagination... but the next moment, he knew that it was not an illusion.

The Titanoboa's body stiffened for a moment—as if time had stopped, it abruptly froze in place.

The next instant... the sea was parted.

A brief vacuum appeared, starting from Ying Qin Pass and extending to the end of the Titan Sea Serpent's body, a bottomless, two-meter-wide rectangular passage.

Among these, there seems to be a new, vertical "horizontal plane," neat and square, like a pool of truly stagnant water.

But the next instant, a deafening sound erupted, and seawater rushed into the vacuum, filling this incredible void.

Yu Xietian stared blankly at the scene, his heart seemingly gripped tightly, making it hard for him to breathe... The Titan Sea Serpent's body was split in two, one half falling to the left and the other to the right, blood splattering everywhere and raining down from the sky.

Throughout the four thousand years of history, he is the only person who achieved godhood solely through a single battle, without any prior fame.

It may not be the case that there will be no one like it in the future, but it is definitely unprecedented.

Ying Qin Guan lowered his hand, and the demonic blade in his hand vanished.

He turned to Yu Xietian and said, "You can still come to me for this kind of work in the future. Don't worry about whether I can do it, because..."

The devastating sword strike descended, unleashing a violent surge of energy. The old man's eyes widened in horror, his heart pounding with rage. He knew he had no way to block or dodge this attack.

But he...did not die.

The entire Feng family compound was utterly destroyed, everything was in ruins, the house was uprooted, and the floorboards were shattered by the gusts of wind. Yet, not a single person standing within perished.

"I swore an oath not to kill." Ji Li reached out and flicked his finger across the sword, causing the White Cloud Divine Sword to vanish in the wind. "You may escape death, but you cannot escape punishment. Since you seek wealth and glory, then I will cut off your wealth and glory."

The little beggar whispered, "But what if those people survive and seek revenge..."

"Then let them come, don't worry." Ji Li shook his head and said, "Because..."

"There is no battle in the world that I cannot win."

Chapter Forty: Thriving

In the stillness of the night, a bright moon hangs high above the boundless sea, its pure light casting a hazy silver cloak over the vast expanse.

Zhong Hongyu stared blankly at the vast sea.

Part the sea...and slay the giant beast.

What incredible power this is!

It's unimaginable; she doesn't even know what kind of cultivation or extraordinary encounters she would need to reach that level.

This is the most brutal aspect of combat. Take magic, for example. When low-level mages see high-level mages performing magic, most of them think, "If I had that mental strength and elemental affinity, I could do it too." Regardless of whether they could actually do it, that's at least what they genuinely think.

But physical combat is different. Sometimes, after watching someone else's actions, you can't even imagine how you could achieve that level yourself.

Magic is a race on flat ground; even if you don't reach the destination, you can at least vaguely see the scenery of the future. Martial arts, on the other hand, is like climbing a mountain. If you want to see the scenery there, you can't just look up and see it clearly; you have to go up yourself to know what that really means.

"That's too strong..."

Suddenly, Fu Feihan's voice rang out beside Zhong Hongyu, who was slightly startled. But she wasn't frightened; she turned around and saw Fu Feihan standing not far away.

"What do you say?"

He didn't say who it was, but Zhong Hongyu knew who he was talking about.

Zhong Hongyu originally wanted to ask him why he was here... but upon hearing his words, she suddenly understood and whispered, "Yes... and, he's 23 years old."

—Because Ying Qin Guan predicted Ji Fa's age and blindly used his ultimate skill to call her an old aunt, the ages of both of them were exposed.

Ying Qin Guan was 23 years old.

Zhong Hongyu and Fu Feihan are both 21 years old; they are only two years apart in age.

"At that moment, I even thought that the Sword Saint had become young again and entered the Imperial Academy incognito to carry out some special training." Fu Feihan's mood seemed to be somewhat different from Zhong Hongyu's imagination. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "Incredible power. If he is not the Sword Saint, I was thinking, could it be that Teacher is the legendary nameless swordsman of Southern Qin... just like in that novel, he didn't die."

Zhong Hongyu, who hadn't read The Travels of the Nameless Swordsman of Southern Qin, hesitated and asked, "The most popular one on the market?"

“Yes, it’s the one written by Zhao Yunxian, Ji Li, the one whose school of thought is called Wusan Lianhua.” Fu Feihan said with a smile, “It’s very good. You can check it out, Zhong.”

“No…” Zhong Hongyu was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said, “The task of cultivation is heavy, and martial arts cannot be neglected for a single day. It would be best if Student Fu also looked at less of those things, so as not to waste his studies.”

"The training tasks are arduous...?" Fu Feihan was taken aback, but didn't say anything more, only nodded.

Zhong Hongyu couldn't tell that Fu Feihan had anything else to say. She said, "It's getting late, Fu, you should go to sleep early too. Good night."

"Ah."

Zhong Hongyu left the deck.

Fu Feihan turned his head.

He drew the sword from his waist, flicked it with his finger, and the blade made a crisp sound.

"Ha, old buddy..."

"It seems... the only ones who find martial arts enjoyable are the two of us."

"But speaking of which, is it really possible that it's the nameless swordsman from Southern Qin...? The possibility is not high, the name of the move 'Wave Reversal' is too ordinary."

-

On the third day, the group arrived at their destination and then flew back to the Seven Luminaries City, thus completing their mission.

Ying Qin Guan did not return to the Imperial Palace. Instead, he and Yu Xietian went to the Wan Shi Wu (a business shop) and received two thousand pounds in cash from him.

Ying Qin Guan was suddenly struck by this huge sum of money, and he had a different feeling about it. To put it bluntly, he had never seen so much money in his entire life. Even though in the battle a year ago, sometimes a beam of light that he casually dodged could be worth tens of thousands of pounds.

Therefore, he didn't rush back to the Royal Palace, but decided to take a walk outside first—he wasn't too worried about getting lost at this point, because getting lost was already a certainty when he separated from the school group to go to the Yorozuya. But thinking about it was useless; he'd figure out a way later if he actually got lost. With two thousand pounds of cash in his pocket, where in the Seven Luminaries City couldn't he go?

Actually, there are quite a few places that you shouldn't go, but Ying Qin Pass doesn't understand.