Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

At the same time, Feng Yunke and the other two finally caught up and barely managed to intercept Ye Jiaofang. But at this moment, Ye Jiaofang began to get serious, using Mirror Spin to almost instantly overtake the three of them. He then sprinted another hundred meters, and just as he was about to use Space-Time Cut, Shenxin made his final move!

The summoning magic using the Gates of Hell as a medium is complete!

Chapter Sixty-One: A Bizarre Appearance

Click!

A sickeningly loud clang of metal rang out, and the chains on the massive iron gate suddenly rolled and then snapped in the middle!

Everyone else, including Shenxin, was unsure whether Ye Jiaofang's ritual was truly complete. Only Ye Jiaofang himself knew that he was still a little short of completion. In other words, the chains broke not because of his ritual, but because of Shenxin's summoning magic!

But... how could it be so smooth? How could it be so fast?!

This was something Ye Jiaofang couldn't understand at all. He understood the concept of the Son of Man and magic, and knew that the Divine Heart was a last resort, a mad attempt. Logically, it was impossible to summon a mythical creature; even if it were possible, it would take at least some time. Furthermore, Ye Jiaofang didn't understand the Gates of Hell, but regardless, the chains breaking so quickly was incredibly humiliating.

Could it be that the divine heart summoned some terrifying mythical creature from within...?

Ye Jiaofang stopped his attack on the Divine Heart. Exposing his back to a mythical creature was incredibly foolish.

His gaze was solemn as he stared intently at the massive door, now free of its chains, waiting for it to be pushed open.

Not only Ye Jiaofang, but everyone was also watching that door. They hoped that a character who could change the course of the battle would walk out from it, and then be quite obedient, returning directly after summoning—this idea was basically a dream, but one should always have dreams.

"What could it be..."

Ye Jiaofang narrowed his eyes, his calm demeanor masking a surging killing intent. At this point, even if a true goddess descended to earth, he would still slay her.

Rumble...

The door seemed so heavy it could crush a mountain. As it was pushed open, a series of muffled thunderclaps resounded, making it clear to everyone that an astonishing and terrifying being was about to appear!

pat!

The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a right foot sticking out from inside the door, wearing leather shoes, strange green socks, and suit trousers that looked very close-fitting, or rather, very tight and ill-fitting... Before Shen Xin's expression could become even more unpleasant, the owner of this foot walked out completely.

He was wearing an ill-fitting, tight-fitting suit, had messy green hair, a big red nose, and white gloves for surrendering.

He came out, looked around, and greeted everyone with a hearty laugh.

"Oh, good evening everyone! Was the male lead's entrance dramatic enough?!"

The newcomer...it was the clown!

The person who walked out of the iron gate was actually him; he made his appearance in such an absurd and bizarre way!

Shen Xin's face was ashen; this was a solemn and deadly occasion. Yet, she felt an urge to curse aloud. Damn it, it was the clown! How could he appear here like this? How could he be here? Wasn't he at Ying Qin Pass...?

—Damn, he got wiped out instantly at Yingqin Pass!

Shenxin suddenly understood. Unlike the five people who were already there, Shenxin and Yu Xietian, who entered the pillar of light later, knew that Ying Qin Pass had encountered the Clown, and that Ying Qin Pass had successfully repelled the Clown. But now it seemed that the Clown had likely been instantly killed. However, their side couldn't withstand the immense pressure from Ye Jiaofang and chose to use summoning magic. In terms of both time and space, the Clown was the closest. He died 120 kilometers away, and he had only recently died... Therefore, he directly responded to Shenxin's summons and came here!

Shenxin instinctively tried to end the summoning magic... but it was too late. She discovered that her lifespan was constantly slipping away, yet she couldn't stop the magic at all—Shenxin was like that ice bird; once activated, it couldn't be turned off! The clown was like a vampire, forcibly existing in this world!

Ancestor, ancestor!

This is the Joker, the original of the originals. You never know where he is, when he will appear next to you, or how he will appear!

—But actually, Shenxin misunderstood. The Joker wasn't really killed by Ying Qin. As long as the Joker didn't want to die, almost no one could truly kill him. After his defeat, he sensed Shenxin connecting to the Gates of Hell and chose to commit suicide with one click, responding to the call. As for why he did that... because it looked cool.

Yes, the answer is because it's cool. The Joker thinks this way of making an entrance is cool, so he chooses to commit suicide in response to the call.

And now, his appearance has indeed spread an atmosphere of despair throughout the arena. The summoning magic that Shenxin spent so much time using has actually summoned a progenitor alien race that is clearly a member of the opposing team. The battlefield here was already in a state of collapse, and now with the addition of another progenitor... it is truly despairing.

"You..." Not only Shen Xin, but even Ye Jiaofang was shocked by the clown, not expecting him to appear in such a manner. But as soon as he uttered the word "you," he realized that this was not the time for conversation. Just as he was about to rush towards Shen Xin, Shen Xin made another crazy move.

She erased part of the writing that had been used for the summoning on the blackboard, and then chose to put the writing back on!

This action is essentially exploiting a minor bug, because the magic recorded on the blackboard cannot be used again after being used once. In mysticism, it has lost its mystery. However... as Shenxin is doing now, erasing part of the writing and then rewriting it allows the magic to be used again. This is a kind of deception in mysticism, used to deceive the "form," although the magic's effect will certainly be far less than before. But this isn't a major problem; after all, for this kind of summoning magic, the recipient's willingness to respond is more important than the magic's effectiveness.

Of course, the key point is actually Shenxin's actions; she actually wanted to cast a summoning spell once again.

This move had a "what's the use" feel to it, but it was also a choice made out of necessity. Ye Jiaofang alone was already enough to break them; if another clown were added, the consequences would be unimaginable. Shen Xin had no choice but to keep making the same mistake—a flawed gambler's mentality. But at this moment, there was no other option. Just as Shen Xin was thinking, no matter how bad things might get, it couldn't be worse than dying now!

Writing a summoning spell takes a considerable amount of time, but erasing a word and adding another is a matter of a split second for someone as fast-moving as Shenxin. In the blink of an eye, another summoning spell was cast; this time, there was truly no turning back!

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Blank Person

There was no other choice but to take a desperate gamble.

The man believed Ye Jiao had made a terrible move because he was too stubborn and arrogant, looking down on everyone except Ying Qin Guan. Therefore, in his eyes, Ye Jiao's strategy of seeking the clown's help thwarted his plan to kill Ying Qin Guan, making it a disastrous move. However, people's joys and sorrows are not shared. Shen Xin felt the other side was truly a cunning old fox, using such methods to drive them to a dead end. And the appearance of the clown was truly messing with their mentality.

Even someone as strong-willed as Godheart nearly collapsed when he saw the Joker appear, because no one had expected or could accept such an ending, and this was exactly the result the Joker wanted.

So now, she's going all in, wanting to take another gamble.

Ye Jiaofang stopped his attack on Shenxin. He knew the Son of Man too well and knew that Shenxin was gambling with her life. This meant not only that she chose to summon magic, but also that her continuous and intense use of such magic would consume a lot of resources. Moreover, with the vampire Clown around, Shenxin would collapse on her own soon. There was no need to risk exposing her back to the mythical creature in order to kill her.

Compared to the clown who appeared while lying in wait, this time although there was also a huge commotion coming from inside the door, the door was not immediately pushed open. Instead, a strange pressure emanated from it, which made people feel cold.

"What could possibly come from here?!"

Ye Jiao asked in a deep voice. He didn't understand the Gates of Hell, but everyone knew that the clown was incredibly powerful and had a crooked skill tree. No matter what happened, it was always good to ask this unlucky guy first.

"Even if you ask me that, I don't know the answer," the clown chuckled. "But your ritual is almost over. I advise you to run away with me after it's over, no matter what's in there..."

He paused slightly, then said in a low, melancholic tone:

"I'm sure they won't be any more terrifying than that guy who came here."

The clown means, "Here you go, this is the big boss you ordered. I gave him Bloodrage, extended Sprint, and restored Triumph. Quickly say thank you, clown."

Ye Jiaofang naturally wouldn't take the clown's nonsense to heart. If he ran away from here, he wouldn't be Ye Jiaofang.

"Let me see who it is today who dares to challenge me."

His expression was calm and fearless. Perhaps Ye Jiaofang also sensed it at this moment. This was the tribulation before becoming an ancestral alien race. It seemed that whether a demon beast became an ancestral alien race or a human wanted to replace the ancestor's destiny, there would be this destined thirty-seventh tribulation, the Human Tribulation.

As long as an ancestor appears, this calamity will inevitably be faced.

Suddenly, the door moved and was slowly pushed open, followed by a soft sigh.

"Everything that departs is for the sake of returning. It has been a long time since I last visited, world."

Everyone looked over at the sound... but before they could see anything clearly, Ye Jiaofang had already slashed with his sword!

No matter who you are, no matter who you help, no matter what you're doing, at this moment, if you're here, you're my enemy. The clown is right. Ye Jiaofang's ritual is nearing its end, and he won't allow any changes. Ordinary people are one thing, they simply don't have the ability to touch or influence the remnant soul of the progenitor. But a guy who seems to be a mythical creature might have some tricks up his sleeve.

Ye Jiao's movements were incredibly fast; before his opponent had even completely left the door, he was struck. He didn't even have time to assume a fighting stance before his life was in danger. This unorthodox fighting style was despicable, but undeniably effective.

Ye Jiaofang slashed down, and just as his blade was about to strike his opponent, without any visible movement, a holy light suddenly emanated from his body. Then, a gigantic twelve-winged angel appeared, using its feathered wings to block Ye Jiaofang's incredibly powerful attack!

An angel's embrace!

Just recently, Shenxin had used this spell repeatedly... but the opponent's angel was clearly a size larger than Shenxin's, with wings twice as many, indicating a significant modification to the spell. But putting that modification aside for now, the truly important thing is... it didn't chant!

Without even a single syllable's time, they unleashed magic. Could it be that this person is a descendant of the Son of Man?!

"An astonishing strike! Truly, new talents emerge in every generation. Such speed and power... If it were me in my lifetime, I probably wouldn't even have time to chant and would have been instantly killed... So, why did you attack me right from the start, sir martial artist?"

The opponent sighed, realizing he had been attacked by Ye Jiaofang the moment he appeared. But he didn't seem angry; in fact, he even praised the opponent. As he spoke, many feathers fluttered down from the twelve-winged angel, clearly indicating that Ye Jiaofang's attack had taken a toll on the angel.

The angel retracted its wings but did not disappear. It remained standing expressionless behind the person, and only then did everyone finally see the person's face.

This was a man, appearing to be in his early twenties, with long, silver-white hair, gentle features, and a faint smile on his face—a smile like that of a kind father, as if he would forgive anyone, no matter what they did. He was shirtless, wearing only tattered shorts, dressed worse than a homeless person. Yet, he exuded an aura of tranquility and peace, without a trace of embarrassment, immediately revealing the unparalleled richness of his spirit.

On his chest was a silver-white tattoo of a door, bound by heavy iron chains, with intricate symmetrical patterns engraved on it, resembling the door behind him. However, they were not the same door, as the door behind him lacked symmetrical patterns.

"..who is he?"

The first to speak was the injured Nephalem, who was squatting on the ground, trying to expel the alien energy from his body, which seemed to be a huge undertaking.

His target for inquiry was naturally Shenxin. If you feel stuck on something, you might as well ask the team with the X-ray vision cheat... Oh, my teammate. Playing well means you're cheating?

However, Godheart was unable to answer the Nephalem, not only because writing would take a lot of time, but also because of the Nephalem's "mystery".

Shen Xin stared blankly at the man who walked out of the door, her expression one of utter confusion. From the moment she awakened her abilities until now, she had never encountered anyone as unique as him. Because he... possessed no inherent information whatsoever.

A blank slate, purer than a newborn baby. Age, gender, blood pressure, hair count—these most basic "natural data" are missing. In contrast, while the Joker's side is full of question marks, at least something is revealed. And this person... less a mystery, more like someone who doesn't seem to exist in this world.

Shenxin gritted her teeth inwardly. She knew the other person couldn't possibly be her ancestor. Although he could no longer chant magic, her ancestors—aside from the first true Son of Man—had all inherited his power as women. Could he be the true, oldest Son of Man, or...?

Chapter Sixty-Three Mystery

"You... are the Ring of Truth?"

Ye Jiaofang unleashed a powerful strike, but the opponent chose to withstand it head-on and did not retaliate afterward. This surprised Ye Jiaofang, who ultimately did not choose to attack again but instead asked a question, guessing that the target was naturally the Ring of Truth.

—In the story of the gods who were enshrined by force, only the Demon Burner was clearly killed. Of the others, the Ring of Truth was closest to death. He was blown up while experimenting with a spell and there has been no news of him since. Now that the other party has appeared here and displayed such methods, Ye Jiaofang has no choice but to suspect that he is the Ring of Truth.

"The Ring of Truth...?"

The other person smiled and said, "Perhaps I've been out of touch with the times for too long, I've never heard of this person, but there's one thing that interests me..."

He looked around and chuckled, "Are there really this many humans now? Or am I in some human resistance base, headquarters?"

The information revealed in these words is absolutely chilling—the other party is unaware of the Ring of Truth, a figure from the late Age of Gods, a divine mage who appeared some time after the death of the God of War. It's impossible for both ancient and modern people to be unaware of the Ring of Truth, meaning the other party must have appeared in an earlier Age of Gods. But if they appeared in an earlier Age of Gods, then why...?

Shen Xin turned to look and saw Feng Yunke frowning, but not saying a word.

Why couldn't Fengyunke reveal his identity? It couldn't be that he didn't want to; most likely, he couldn't... because he didn't know him either.

Moreover, the other party's last sentence also hinted at his identity... He must be a figure from the Age of Gods, or even earlier, or perhaps... he might not be human.

—In the early days, the alien races were more like magical beasts, but the progenitors and some mythical creatures possessed some ability to change, but how exactly they changed depended on the circumstances.

"Are you human, an ancestor, or some mythical creature?"

Ye Jiao asked, his voice laced with murderous intent. The ritual was almost complete, and he would make a choice based on the other party's answer.

Considering the other party might be from the Age of Gods, or even earlier, he didn't choose the more accurate term "special alien race" when he spoke, but instead used "mythical creature." This is because the concept of "special alien race" only began to emerge in the mid-Ancient period; before that, the distinctions were even more chaotic: magical beasts, sacred magical beasts, progenitors, alien races, mythical creatures, and various regional names such as exotic beasts, calamities, auspicious omens, mysterious beasts, ancient beasts, etc. It was utterly a mess. Not to mention this, even the methods of raising and using them... before unification, there were also a series of terms like internal energy cultivation techniques, meditation methods, and external martial arts techniques.

"I used to be human," the man with long, silver-white hair smiled. "But now, I don't know what I am anymore, perhaps..."

"I am truth itself."

His answer was the sudden burst of light from Ye Jiao's blade!

His expression was cold; he had lost all interest in communicating. No matter who the other person was, he now only wanted them to be dead.

Ye Jiaofang's surprise attack was obviously predictable, and the opponent had not removed the protective spell of Angel's Embrace. Just as Ye Jiaofang was about to strike, the twelve-winged angel behind him appeared and enveloped the man with terrifying speed.

—The speed is terrifying, but it's actually just a special visual effect. Because this protective magic is already in effect the moment it's released; the angel appears to have spread its wings, but it's still protecting the man. When attacked, the movement... how to put it... is like in a game where the player is instructing their character to do something special, like dancing or waving, and then accidentally presses the A button. One second they're dancing, the next they're instantly drawing their sword and performing an empty A attack—it's incredibly absurd and ridiculously fast.