Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

"Yes." The man nodded and smiled. "Across time and space, these two groups of people will be your enemies. Fortunately, they can't come together for the time being."

The hooded man seemed to be deep in thought.

"This makes things a bit tricky..." The hooded man frowned slightly. Even someone as confident, even arrogant, as him felt troubled by the lineup the man had described, and there were some things the man disdained to say aloud. But he had to understand that it involved official forces... which were definitely not on his side.

"That's not the end of it."

Just as the hooded man was deep in thought, the other man spoke again, saying meaningfully, "You should also be careful about that one from Sakura Masaru. He might be the last straw that breaks your back. Also... I don't know if that man will come, but if he does, and the situation is right, I will come to help you."

“If you do that, even if Wang Qiushui is stupid, she will realize that something is completely wrong with you.”

"Don't talk nonsense, the two of them are not on the same level as me."

"...You really are like someone who has been bitten by a snake once and is now afraid of a rope for ten years. It's hard to imagine that such stupid words would come out of your mouth. You should understand the strategic significance of the Autumn Water."

"You understand Wang Qiushui, but you don't understand that man, while I understand both Wang Qiushui and that man. So, whose opinion is correct?"

"..." The hooded man was silent for a moment, then said, "Then let me confirm again, what exactly do you mean by 'suitable situation'...?"

“You will have a chance to kill him,” the man smiled, “but you will almost never have that chance. You will face one to four god-level opponents, plus those with X-ray vision. Even the Earth Mother Goddess back then didn’t have this kind of treatment.”

The hooded man gave the man a deep look, then walked away without stopping. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in, and as the hood flipped up, a pair of deep purple pupils were revealed.

"Since I forged my sword, I have never encountered a true opponent."

Chapter Four: Ceremony

"Is the Red Emperor's body hidden here...?"

The hooded man traveled on until he arrived at a small, nameless country that was not marked on any world map.

Several years ago, he and the one-eyed man joined forces to kill the Red Emperor, achieving the special feat of killing the Primordial Alien race after the God of War. However, at that time, neither of them had found the ability to plunder the Primordial Alien race's destiny, and the hooded man was not very good at studying these things. Although his lifespan was long, he did not learn much. This was because he was always struggling to prolong his life; if he stopped even for a moment, he would suddenly die like Marquis Mingxuan.

It's a real pity that his long lifespan didn't allow him to acquire the corresponding knowledge. Conversely, while the ancestral alien races may not have been full of wisdom, they were certainly knowledgeable and well-informed.

Unable to decipher the Red Emperor's legacy, he entrusted it to the one-eyed man. Unlike him, that guy was born for this... To be precise, the hooded man didn't even know what he couldn't do. Even without the Red Emperor's legacy, he could still achieve a lot, just not as extravagantly as he had now.

With these thoughts in mind, the hooded man entered a dilapidated house. It was a remote border town where all the young and middle-aged men had left their hometown, leaving only some women, the elderly, and children.

Therefore, if you encounter a young man here, then that young man is most likely...

——!

A piercing whistling sound rang out. The hooded man remained calm, slightly shifting his body, only to see a figure suddenly pounce towards where he had been standing, striking ruthlessly, aiming straight for his throat. But to the hooded man, this was nothing more than a commonplace attack, indifferent to its ruthlessness or cruelty.

The one who made the move was none other than Ji Qiuming!

He had been assigned to guard something here recently, and it was during this time that the hooded man arrived.

"Is this the kid... He looks pretty ordinary."

Ji Qiuming possessed such strength at such a young age, which could be described as extraordinary. However, in the eyes of the hooded man, he didn't seem to be particularly worthy of attention.

Ji Qiuming missed his first attack and was about to make a second move when the hooded man suddenly stepped forward and raised his palm to attack. This palm was unremarkable and slow, but no matter how Ji Qiuming tried to dodge or block it, he could not succeed. He was hit by this seemingly weak palm and instantly lost all his fighting ability.

The hooded man did not take Ji Qiuming's life. He strode in, his inner energy surging, and with one stomp, he collapsed the ground, eventually taking away a black box containing the remains of the Red Emperor, an essential ritual object needed to seize his destiny.

To seize the destiny of the Primordial Alien and replace him as the Primordial Alien, a certain ritual must be completed, and only the Primordial Alien himself knows about this ritual. Usually, it can only be done by killing a Primordial Alien and then extracting his memories through some forbidden methods. If the hooded man succeeds this time, the one-eyed man will also consider seizing the destiny of the Earth Mother Goddess.

The only thing that bothered the hooded man was a piece of information left in the Red Emperor's memory: each of the Primordial Races had its own unique method of resurrection, among which sacrifice was universal and usable by all. But besides this, each Primordial Race also had a resurrection method known only to themselves. Just as they were about to be killed by him and the one-eyed man, the Red Emperor hypnotized himself, erasing a portion of his memories. Surprisingly, however, he didn't erase the part that had stolen his destiny, but rather his unique method of resurrection...

No, I'm about to take away your destiny, and you're still hiding your resurrection?

You've hidden the part of your destiny that you've plundered; you'll eventually find a way to revive it. But what's the point of hiding your own revival?

This action is something the hooded man still can't understand... But as he and the other man said, there's no need to think too much. As long as this plunder succeeds, then everything else is irrelevant. The dead are always dead.

"So, the next step is to figure out how to fulfill the conditions for the ritual..."

The man had made his position clear: unless things reached a critical point, he would not help the hooded man again; he would have to rely on himself.

"The great cause of immortality begins at this very moment..."

-

Meanwhile, at Qiyao Airport.

The two from Yorozuya were ready and about to board the plane. They hadn't changed their original goal and still intended to go to Osaka.

Inside the waiting area, Yu Xietian suddenly remembered something and said:

"Speaking of which, we're not participating in this matter, but should we inform Ying Qin Guan? He might be interested in getting involved."

After he finished speaking, he found that Shenxin was looking at him with a "What the hell are you talking about?" expression.

"...Let's not even talk about why you're only thinking about this now. We're about to board the plane; don't you think it's a bit late to bring this up?"

Yu Xietian resorted to low-level stubbornness!

"Once we get to Sakura, we can call Nephalem and have him contact Ying Qin Guan. It won't be too late then."

"Well said, but have you thought about something?"

"..?"

"Himurura Tan's wife knows Ying Qin Guan. If she wanted to call for help, she would have gone herself long ago. We said a few days ago that we wouldn't get involved in this matter, so it's inconvenient for us to interfere with calling for reinforcements. You've already said it, so why are you thinking about this now that things are at this point?"

“I have some unease in my heart.” Yu Xietian frowned and said in a low voice, “That Feng Yunke, I always felt that his name was not something an ordinary person would dare to use, and now he’s even hanging out with Himura Tansakura. Himura Tansakura is an arrogant person. But in the conversation that day, Feng Yunke was the one who took the lead. Do you think that’s normal?”

After thinking for a while, Shenxin picked up the small blackboard.

"Perhaps that 'Wind and Cloud Guest' is a master of showing off, and he's impressed Hishimura Tan's skills in this area!"

Yu Xietian glanced sideways and said, "Can't you be serious for once..."

"What are you trying to deduce from an attitude? Thinking about it so much is pointless."

"Could it be... that Feng Yunke has some highly respectable identity, such as a hero in the Black Dragon Extermination War?"

"What a flop! They're even being so cautious with their imaginations. I'd rather just guess the God of War!"

"Do you think that's even possible..."

"Never mind the possibility, put aside the facts, I'll just ask you if Himura is afraid if you're the God of War!"

"You fucking..."

Finally, after a series of blows from Shenxin to Yuxietian, the two boarded a plane bound for Osaka.

Chapter Five: The God of War and the Undying Worm

That night, while waiting for news from Fengyunke's friend, Hishimura Tan's group remained in the Seven Stars. Shin-Kyu's abilities had significant limitations; she couldn't see everything she wanted. Therefore, they still needed to wait for news from Fengyunke's friend.

Besides, Fengyunke was waiting for some other people, so they stayed at a hotel to wait.

No news came from his friend, but the person Fengyunke was waiting for arrived one morning.

The newcomer had gray hair and a face full of wrinkles, but sharp eyes. Although he was dressed in casual clothes, he stood up straight, exuding competence.

This person, Hiramura Tanzakura had met him a few times, but they weren't very familiar with each other; they could barely be considered nodding acquaintances.

Pies, the commander-in-chief of the Black Dragon Extermination Campaign.

His arrival surprised Himura Tan's eyes; he had always thought that Feng Yunke had always been a lone wolf. But now it seemed that he maintained considerable contact with the higher-ups in humanity.

Hisumura Tan's tact was quite astute; she didn't listen to their conversation and instead went to the balcony to have a cup of coffee, while simultaneously using her inner energy to block out her hearing.

This kind of conversation is only good for keeping out honest people, not scoundrels. Otherwise, given Himura's ability to talk about cherry blossoms, he could have easily overheard it if he wanted to.

Inside the room, Pies and Fengyunke talked for a while. About ten minutes later, Pies left the room and went to the balcony as well.

"Mr. Himura... right? My memory has been declining lately, so I hope I'm not mistaken."

"Not at all, Commander, your memory seems to be excellent," Hishimura Tanzakura said with a smile. "What do you intend to discuss with me?"

Pies remained calm and said, "That's up to you."

"Looking at me?"

"Yes."

"In other words, I can ask whatever I want to know?"

"At least, you can ask first."

“Understood.” Hisumura Tanzaku paused slightly and said, “Then, the first question…who exactly is he?”

Himura Tan's answer to this question is more than half complete. But there are still some incomplete parts, and he wants to hear the answer from P.S.

“In the beginning, it was an immortal worm from ancient times.” P.S.’s words were earth-shattering, but Hiyomura Tanzaku already knew this answer. He was not in a hurry and waited quietly for P.S. to continue. Just as P.S. said, that was the beginning.

"The fate of every immortal worm is much the same: either it dies or it is used by people. However, the person who uses this immortal worm is special and very great."

Himura Tanzaku, who was somewhat of a clown in her past life, even though she already knew the answer, still asked, "Who is it?"

Pies gripped the armrests with both hands, his eyes sharp and his expression serious. He spoke each word clearly: "God of War!"

God of War!

The first person in all of history, the greatest human being throughout the ages. It can be said that without him, the entire history of humankind might not have existed. He is the creator of everything, the first person to stand up!

Hearing this secret, Himura Tan's expression remained unchanged. She simply said, "Faced with such a situation, using some methods is necessary."

The situation that the God of War faced back then was beyond despair. The ancestral alien races stood in numerous places, each occupying a territory, generation after generation, trying to tame humans, and had already succeeded in a small part of it.

Your opponents are: the primordial alien race that is impossible to kill and has bizarre abilities, and the alien army they control, which has a forced 100% loyalty and will execute any order. Each of them has racial talents, and their combat power and reproductive ability are explosive. There are also ancient magical beasts that roam the wild everywhere.

Your teammates are humans who are already in a semi-domesticated state. While there are some insightful individuals among them, most have resigned themselves to their fate and are unwilling to do anything as long as they have food to eat.

It was less a guaranteed loss and more a humiliating defeat; in a competitive game, it was utterly meaningless. Because the most meaningless thing in the world is a competitive game where the outcome is already predetermined. And the God of War faced this very situation... It's hard to believe he actually succeeded; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he directly altered the timeline.

It seems unlikely that one could accomplish all this solely through their own strength. Even before knowing the truth of the matter, Himura Tan's suspicions about the use of the Undying Worm were already clear. The Primordial Alien Race possessed various strange powers, including curses, witchcraft, and mind control. Among them were many skills even more unsolvable than those in fantasy novels, exceeding the level of a mere first encounter kill and reaching the level of a plot-driven death or an unsolvable dead end. Facing these bizarre skills, it's not simply a matter of being strong enough to dodge them. The Undying Worm could increase the margin for error for the God of War, so using it was not unusual.

"According to him, the God of War was tricked by the Primordial Alien Race and cursed. When he was about to die, his beloved arrived and planted an immortal worm in him. But even when the God of War died, humanity still had not been able to truly stand up..."

"...Oh?" Hishimura Tan's eyebrows twitched slightly. This was different from what he knew. According to historical records and the Chronicles of the God of War, the God of War had already swept across the eight wastelands and six directions while he was alive. But P.S. said that the God of War never truly succeeded until his death.

As for the fact that Hongyan sent the immortal worm, he didn't care. As the only ancestral alien race that stood on the side of humanity, it was not surprising that Hongyan would help the God of War.

"The God of War's soul died, but his physical body did not. The Undying Worm virus completely eroded the God of War's body and replaced him. This was unavoidable. Even a beautiful woman could only delay it a little. So, in fact, the God of War had already 'died' at a certain point in time. What lived afterward was actually the Undying Worm that possessed the God of War's body."

“But… that immortal worm was being used by someone for the first time.” P.S. looked at Himura Tanzaku and said, “You should know that the immortal worm possesses the intelligence of a normal human like Kane. But no creature is born with intelligence; everything must be learned from scratch. So the intelligence of the immortal worm usually comes from its first possessor.”

Hisumura's pupils contracted.