Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

The two sides engaged in a heated debate on the matter. After some time, Ying Qin Guan, who was more in the right but less eloquent, realized the futility of his stubbornness and, in a fit of rage, chose to fight. The two supreme beings battled to the end of the ward, and Emperor Ying finally subdued the Nephalem.

The Nephalem were fiercely competitive throughout their lives, but they repeatedly suffered setbacks when facing Ying Qin Pass. After their defeats, they could only gaze wistfully out the window, looking utterly dejected.

"We need to drink less..." Ying Qin Guan concluded, then asked, "Should we go apologize?"

"Theoretically speaking, it makes sense. Her clothes look like they were burned by a cigarette butt. She's really a young lady from a noble family. She buys clothes that are so fragile that they break at the slightest touch. She doesn't care about practicality at all. My opinion is that they're not as good as the Seven Stars school uniform."

"Then hurry up and go," Ying Qin Guan urged. "You son of a bitch, this is all your fault, why aren't you going to apologize in person?!"

"..." Nephalem suppressed his urge to complain and said, "But that's only if I can go..."

Yesterday, after parting ways with the Yorozuya father and son, the boss, and Nocturne, the two of them went for a few more drinks and inexplicably started a drinking contest. One of them was stubborn and the other was competitive. One kept drinking while saying he wasn't drunk, and the other kept drinking to make the other pretend he was drunk. In the end, they really drank a lot, and the barbecue stall owner was grinning from ear to ear.

After getting drunk, the two began to act unpredictably... In the end, they went to an amusement park and taught Jifa a harsh lesson.

As for why the Nephalem said that... it's quite obvious that Ying Qin Guan was drunk. He had drunk almost half his life out and now needed to rest.

Ying Qin Guan said expressionlessly:

"If you're a man, then hang in there."

The Nephalem had no choice but to swallow its anger and say:

"Don't be so heartless. It's the same if you go for me. You're an accomplice too, aren't you? It'll be too late by the time I can handle this myself. Women hold grudges the most!"

Ying Qin Guan picked at his ear with his little finger, his tone like that of a silver-haired uncle with high blood sugar.

"Stop joking. Do you expect me to clean up your mess? Am I an adult in your family? You made this mess, so you have to deal with it yourself."

"You—"

Ying Qin Guan raised his eyes and issued a warning with a consciousness slash.

Nephalem took a deep breath and resigned himself to his fate. He crossed his arms and said angrily, "Then let's not do it!"

"Tch... I'll still have to clean up your mess."

Ying Qin Guan pretended not to hear Nephalem's words. They had gotten drunk last night and affected Ji Fa, so they should apologize, Nephalem knew this very well. That's why he had softened his stance, but he hadn't handled things well. Nephalem was anxious, but he couldn't just say he wouldn't go. He still had to go... but at the last moment, he could gain some advantage with his words.

Ying Qin Guan got out of bed; he was naturally fine. His recovery ability was exceptional... well, not exactly exceptional, but at his level, it was considered normal. If Ye Jiao Fang had suffered such a serious injury, he'd probably be almost fully recovered by now.

“In my experience, you should buy her a dress,” Nefertari said, lying in the hospital bed. “Unfortunately, given my condition yesterday, it’s unlikely I’d know what brand the dress is. Anyway, you can decide for yourself. Do you want to use my bank card?”

"No need." Ying Qin Guan shook his head, put on his clothes, and said casually, "But it's not me who gave it to her. It's you who wants to apologize, so I'm just going in your place."

"Ah, yes, yes, yes."

"..." Ying Qin Guan turned his head and looked at Nephalem. Although Nephalem seemed to agree with what he said, his tone was clearly off.

In the end, he couldn't find any flaws, so he could only wave and leave the ward.

"Damn it... I finally managed to fool them."

Nefertari breathed a sigh of relief. He had actually lied to Ying Qin Guan. Although he did have a stomach problem, it would be a lie to say he couldn't go out. Nefertari's physical strength and recovery ability were not as good as Ying Qin Guan's, but he wasn't fragile either. He had been in the hospital for a few days and had actually recovered quite well. He could definitely go and apologize... However, in the end, he chose to trick Ying Qin Guan.

As for why... it's probably because of what Ying Qin Guan said to him a few days ago.

The Nephalem have not forgotten that grudge.

Avoid their sharp edge and be patient for now!

After Ying Qin Guan left, Nefertari stayed in the ward with peace of mind... he even ate fruit, and he wasn't exaggerating. As a martial artist, he was very aware of his own body; martial artists like Ying Qin Guan, who were clearly god-level but knew nothing about medicine, were extremely rare.

Suddenly, a chill rose in his heart... and in the blink of an eye, it invaded his entire body.

The chill came so suddenly, so inexplicably. But Nefertari had complete faith in it; those who practiced martial arts tended to trust their intuition more. Because in battle, no one could fight without relying on intuition. Just like the fight between Ye Jiaofang and Ying Qin Guan, they were basically fighting based on intuition, with few well-thought-out decisions; everything happened in an instant.

"Who...is it my enemy, trying to assassinate me at this time? Are you serious? In this city, I can just disappear in an instant..."

Nephalem's body was cold and stiff, his gaze terrifying. He slowly turned his head to look; the door was just opening around the corner...

A pheasant poked its head out.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Please come in quickly!

Qiyao is an economic powerhouse, and this is especially evident in its capital. Even on weekdays, the commercial streets are always packed with people. Merchants from all over the world gather here, and if you have money, you can buy 99 percent of the world's goods here, from the lotus flowers of the Salisto Mountains to the Dead Sea trekkers of the Sofia Trench.

However, one can buy things that satisfy oneself, but not things that satisfy others. This is because you may understand yourself, but you certainly don't understand others... and moreover, most people don't even understand themselves.

"Although I agreed, I still..."

Ying Qin Guan stopped in his tracks. He had now entered the commercial street. Commercial streets were everywhere in Qiyao, so finding this one wasn't difficult. The problem, however, was that he didn't know what to buy. He lacked confidence in his aesthetic sense; while he could probably buy almost anything, he felt awkward if it was completely unsuitable.

“Perhaps I should consult others…” Naturally, Ying Qin Guan thought of two people.

One is the all-powerful Doraemon Nocturne. In short, as long as it's not part of the main storyline, there's nothing she can't do. She's an all-purpose tool appearing in daily chapters, like Whosyourdaddy from Warcraft, so her aesthetic sense is bound to be reliable. But Ying Qin Guan doesn't want to bother her... No matter what it is, if Nocturne gets involved, it will inevitably develop in a direction that interests her, which is not what Ying Qin Guan wants to see.

The second one, naturally, is Yu Xie Tian.

Although Yu Xietian followed Shen Xin around all day, appearing as a meek and honest man, his fashion sense was quite remarkable. Green hair was arguably even harder to pull off than Barbie pink, let alone long hair; one wrong move and he'd look like a clown. Yet Yu Xietian managed it perfectly. Not to mention his fashion sense; the outfit he wore when they first met stunned Ying Qin Guan for a long time, making him look like a wandering swordsman from a storyteller's tale.

Among the people Ying Qin Guan knew, the only one with better taste in clothing than Yu Xie Tian was the boss.

—But the boss's outfit was probably tailor-made for him by a top designer, so he may not have any particular sense of style.

—What? You're asking about Nocturne? She looks good even in a plastic bag; it's because of her appearance.

Unfortunately, the Yorozuya is currently on strike due to a nouveau riche mentality, and Yu Xietian can't be relied upon either.

Ying Qin Guan hesitated for a while outside a clothing store, then finally gritted his teeth and went inside. "Damn it," he thought, "I can even drink Ah He's chicken soup without batting an eye, what in this world could I possibly be afraid of?!"

After some negotiation, he bought a dress worth seven pounds, which was not cheap. Miss Silver's monthly salary was only seventy pounds, and many college students' monthly living expenses were only five or six pounds, even those in the Royal Academy were no exception. But to be honest, the living expenses of Royal Academy students were actually quite low among college students, because the Royal Academy's subsidies were so much.

"It is a failure of our nation to allow our country's most outstanding talents to be unable to receive the education they deserve because of money."... Inside the alumni hall, it seemed that someone had said something like this. Ying Qin Guan couldn't quite remember who it was; he didn't recognize them. Each of those people had a photo hanging up, with a boastful quote below it. Nefertari and Jiu Yi were among them. Jiu Yi's quote was "As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement." Nefertari was much more flamboyant, adding, "You'll understand me later."

—The Nephalem did succeed, though not to the point of being recorded in history books, but they left a significant mark on the world.

Ying Qin Guan is different; he's definitely going to be in history books. These days, fan fiction is everywhere, so compared to him, Ye Jiao Fang doesn't have as much popularity, which is understandable. After all, Ying Qin Guan is an enigma, and the God of War was born in a primitive era—both are blank slates, allowing for free fan fiction. Ye Jiao Fang's life is basically set in stone; while there's room for fan fiction, it's still far less than that.

Moreover, his life... is legendary, but it lacks the profound sense of mission brought about by fate.

Closer to home.

Ying Qin Guan took a taxi to Ji Fa's house. He didn't know where Ji Fa's house was, but he knew she was the daughter of the Warner family, so he figured going to the Warner family's house would suffice. Ying Qin Guan was just assuming that she would go home during summer and winter vacations; she wasn't married, wasn't an orphan, and didn't live far away—why wouldn't she go home?

But in reality, Princess Fairy, with her hardened wings, can live and go wherever she wants. Although she occasionally stays at home during summer vacation, the chances of finding her are slim; going to the Royal Academy's teachers' dormitory is much better.

The driver sped along, quickly bringing Ying Qin Guan to his destination, the inner ring of Qi Yao. Ying Qin Guan had expected a manor-like layout, but what he saw was a rather ordinary, unassuming courtyard house... Although it was indeed quite large, it wasn't very decorated, and the style was plain, not even as nice as the owner's villa—which also seemed rather ordinary at first glance. But if you looked closely, it was truly astonishing; the price of just one set of furniture was enough to make Jiu Yi lose his head ten times over.

Ying Qin Guan knocked on the door. Although in novels such wealthy families always had doormen or guards at their gates, Ying Qin Guan had never seen such a thing in reality.

"Coming." Soon, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman in a maid outfit stepped in. Although this outfit has evolved into erotic clothing in recent years... or rather, it has become erotic clothing all along, at this moment, it was simply a maid outfit.

She was poised and smiled, asking, "Who are you looking for?"

"Uh..." Ying Qin Guan then realized that it was a little strange to bring a set of clothes to someone's door. He had no similar experience in his past life and did not know how to handle this situation. He could only bite the bullet and continue, hoping that this matter could be resolved as soon as possible.

"I'll look for Jifa... Is she home?"

"..?"

However, Ying Qin Guan received no response. The middle-aged woman's expression was almost petrified. She took two steps back in fear, then quickly flew back, regaining her previous expression, though her tone revealed a hint of disbelief.

"Excuse my poor hearing, I didn't hear you clearly... Who are you looking for?"

Ying Qin Guan had no choice but to repeat, "Ji Fa, I've come to bring her clothes, she—"

"Send, send, send, send... send clothes?!" The middle-aged woman swallowed hard, her voice suddenly becoming louder.

"Sir, please come in quickly!"

Chapter Twenty-Three: Guests at the Warner House

The Stamu Redwood Forest, located on a small island in the southern part of the Kingdom of Anya, produces trees that take twenty years to mature. These trees naturally possess artistic grain and veins, and their fragrance has a calming and sleep-inducing effect. Therefore, they have become a favorite among nobles, who choose to carve them into works of art or add them to sachets as a special fragrance.

Sometimes, an item loses its original purpose because of its high price. As its value increases, the cost-effectiveness of using it for its original purpose decreases significantly, so it is used for other purposes.

However, this does not mean that everyone is like this. There are always some people with extraordinary wealth who will dispose of certain things in ways that ordinary people would consider wasteful... just like the dining table made of Stamu redwood in front of Ying Qin Guan right now.

In the spacious and bright living room, a phonograph with its magic circuit activated played a quiet and soothing song. A middle-aged woman dressed as a maid stood to one side, her face still showing lingering shock. Ji Fa's parents sat at the dining table, warmly greeting Ying Qin Guan.

"Come and have a taste, don't be shy, make yourself at home."

No, no, no... How can this be considered our own home?

Ying Qin Guan felt a chill run down his spine; he had a feeling that Ji Fa's parents had misunderstood something.

Upon learning of his purpose, Ji Fa's family displayed extraordinary, or rather, the kind of enthusiasm one would show when pursuing a goddess. Before Ying Qin Guan could even react, he was already seated at the dining table, which was laden with cold dishes, desserts, and fruits. Moreover, Ying Qin Guan's exceptional hearing allowed him to hear the bustling sounds coming from the kitchen.

"Um..." Ying Qin Guan awkwardly chuckled, holding up the shopping bag in his hand, "I just... came to deliver something. Um, is there some misunderstanding between us?"

“There is no misunderstanding!” Ji Fa’s father, the current Duke of Warner, gave the answer with unwavering certainty. His imposing presence made Ying Qin Guan feel slightly breathless.

He knew Ying Qin Guan, but he didn't know Ying Qin Guan's true identity.

Knowing Ying Qin Guan's true identity sometimes doesn't require a high rank, but rather a tight tongue and precise political stance. Take Wu Changying, for example, a top-tier martial artist in the Imperial Court awaiting retirement. Despite his high standing, that's about it. However, because he had no political bias and his tongue was impeccable, he knew Ying Qin Guan's identity. Even though Duke Warner was one of the three great dukes of the Seven Luminaries, his status offered no help in learning Ying Qin Guan's true identity.

Even so, Ying Qin Pass was already famous throughout the world, ranking alongside Himura Tan's as a contender for second place and then a top-tier F3.

He's a good fighter, of the right age, a colleague, handsome, has a bright future, and is the first man in history to come to her door with a gift... It's really hard not to misunderstand. Add to that the painful past of Ji Fa being knocked down by Ying Qin Guan, and her adoptive parents have already imagined a romance manga of at least sixty chapters, and it's mostly about bickering lovers.

Ying Qin Guan wasn't entirely oblivious. After all, he wasn't the slow-witted, herbivorous man typical of Assassins. He recalled Ji Fa's usual complaints about family—mainly about Ruo Ye's lack of ambition, being a complete failure, and still not being able to find a boyfriend even in college. But true wisdom lies in recognizing the approaching end of the year from a single falling leaf. Ying Qin Guan also keenly sensed something from Ji Fa's complaints and decided to clarify his points.

Perhaps the word "send" was too easily misunderstood before, and could be interpreted as giving a gift, which is indeed a bit strange, so... we need to be clearer.

"To be precise, I'm here to apologize." Ying Qin Guan decided to shatter the couple's illusions, even though it was cruel. But if he didn't, Ji Fa would treat him even more cruelly.

"Because of an accident, I burned Jifa's clothes with a cigarette butt, so now I'm buying her a new dress as an apology for what happened back then."

Although Ying Qin Guan wanted to say that it was Nephalem that burned him, he felt that mentioning Nephalem would make the situation more complicated, and besides, he was the one who parked the car behind Ji Fa in the first place, so it didn't really matter.

"Is that so..." Ji Fa's parents' faces showed disappointment at a visible speed.

Before they could even sigh, the middle-aged maid behind them suddenly changed her expression, stepped forward, bent down, and said to Ji Fa's mother, "Madam... may I say something?"

"We'll talk about it later." Ji Fa's mother was clearly not in the mood for this, waving her hand and not intending to let the middle-aged maid continue.

However, the middle-aged maid did not give up. She said, "This is very important. I must say it now. Please listen to me."

Duke Warner became interested and said, "Then why don't you tell me?"

The middle-aged maid glanced at Ying Qin Guan, lowered her voice, and said, "It's like this... Sir, Madam, don't you two find it strange? Mr. Ying is one of the top martial artists in the world, and Miss Ji Fa is also first-rate. The probability of getting burned by a cigarette butt is no less than being hit by a steamroller while walking down the street. And in this kind of thing, there's not necessarily an apology required..."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer. Ying Qin Guan, feeling it was impolite to eavesdrop on others, tried to suppress his hearing, but he still managed to catch a little bit.