Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

He stretched out his hand and waved it gently.

The next moment... the anti-isolation wave covered the City of Truth, all alchemical instruments failed, and the entire city was plunged into darkness!

Chapter Seventeen: The Way

Let's rewind a little.

The Academy of Truth.

After a day of exchange matches, Fu Feihan went to the side and stood there in a daze. Jing Fang saw this and sat down next to him.

"What's wrong? Are you thinking about the past? You came here with Ju Qiuming last year."

Fu Feihan turned his head, his eyes initially looking somewhat dazed, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Even if I say no, the teacher won't believe me."

Jing Fang looked relaxed and laughed, "Of course, just like when I said that state-run hotel had special services... In this world, you can't just believe whatever others say."

Fu Feihan said in a low voice, "Is it too late for me to understand this now?"

"The best time was ten years ago, the second best time is now."

".."

Fu Feihan is a person who dislikes silence, but after Ju Qiuming left, he realized that silence was indeed a helpless choice. Not every question has an answer... The silence of ten years ago must ultimately be left for the present.

"Ah...you're here! That's great! Xiao Fu! Just keep fighting like this! I don't need to lift a finger!"

Luo Shui's voice sounded from behind... She jogged over, her face full of joy.

They had been in the City of Truth for two days, and the exchange competition had officially begun. Fu Feihan was displaying overwhelming strength... For a student, he was practically a demon king. Even though the participants were top martial arts students from the highest universities in various countries, they were mostly upper-middle-tier second-rate, only about one level stronger than Luo Shui and Zhong Hongyu. But Fu Feihan? He could defeat Ji Fa, an upper-middle-rate, while concealing his true abilities... Now, even against a relatively weaker super-first-rate like Shadow, he would have a good chance of winning, let alone against these students.

Overwhelming, crushing strength... This is a super genius who only appears once in 600 million people. His talent has already begun to be revealed. If nothing unexpected happens, by the time Fu Feihan graduates, he will have the strength to be second only to the top three among the super-first-class. Then, once he gets into actual combat, he will be able to catch up quickly.

Therefore, in the individual competitions a few days ago, Fu Feihan always chose to take on three opponents at once... There was also a martial arts student who had no desire to go up and show off. As for Luo Shui, forget about it, she was afraid of being beaten up and losing face. Watching Fu Feihan take on three opponents at once, she was grinning from ear to ear. She just sat in the audience with an indifferent master's attitude, as if her face could say, "I don't need to take action. My junior brother is enough to crush you." "Boring, I want to see rivers of blood."

Upon seeing Luo Shui, Fu Feihan felt a complex mix of emotions. He, Teacher Ying, Zhong Hongyu, and Ju Qiuming had all changed, but Luo Shui remained unchanged. Seeing her reminded him of his past, a truly strange feeling, like meeting an ageless immortal.

Fu Feihan composed himself and forced a smile:

"Luoshui...you should play a couple of matches too. Isn't it strange that I'm the only one going up?"

Upon hearing this, Luo Shui hurriedly shook her head.

"Do you think I'm stupid? No way! You'll steal the spotlight, and if I go up there and get defeated, wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?!"

Fu Feihan shook his head and said, "If you keep thinking like this, you'll only ever win those insignificant battles in your entire life."

Luo Shui was slightly taken aback, then muttered, "Why are you becoming more and more philosophical lately, just like Teacher Ying? What, are you guys thinking of transferring to the arts department too...? By the way, what do you mean by an unimportant battle? I don't have any battles that I absolutely have to win, do I?"

Fu Feihan's eyes were deep as he said, "By the time you personally encounter a battle that you absolutely must win, it will already be too late."

“That’s right.” Jing Fang chimed in, but compared to Fu Feihan, he looked much more relaxed and laughed, “That’s why you have to work twice as hard every day. You’re not up to par.”

"What's going on? Everyone's so philosophical..."

Luo Shui said sullenly, "How could such a thing happen to an ordinary person like me? This assumption is invalid!"

Fu Feihan shook his head, while Jing Fang let out a long sigh.

"It seems that some truths can never be understood without experiencing them firsthand."

-

Ed suddenly stopped and looked to the side.

Mu Nandong followed behind him, her expression indifferent, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ed narrowed his eyes slightly, and after several seconds, he said, "No...it's nothing, I must have been mistaken."

They were walking inside the Tower of the High Mage in the City of Truth.

The Mage Tower... Ying Qin Guan was once asked what the Mage Tower was for, but he still hasn't received an answer.

In ancient times, before alchemical equipment became widespread, a mage's ability to arm themselves was the limit. This led to the existence of mage towers as war fortresses. However, as alchemical equipment became more common, mage towers lost their original purpose and were largely preserved only as a cultural heritage site. As a place for mages and alchemists to conduct research and hold meetings, their practical significance was indeed gone. Therefore, each city typically retains only a few mage towers as spiritual symbols.

—The most ridiculous one was the Seven Luminaries Imperial Academy. They had no need for mage towers long before they founded their kingdom. But seeing everyone else had one, they built one for themselves in their academy. However, it served no real purpose, so Ying Qin Guan never knew what the mage tower was for. Because it was essentially useless, like a goddess statue, it served only as a spiritual anchor and a symbol.

Mu Nandong was invited to the City of Truth to attend an academic conference, which was held at the Supreme Mage Tower. Mages and alchemists especially liked to hold meetings in the Mage Tower, which had become a cultural tradition that disregarded national boundaries.

Just now, a meeting ended, and the two left together. However, on the way, Ed sensed something unusual.

Among alchemists, he is the most skilled fighter, and among fighters, he is the best alchemist. It must be said that Ed is also a genius, with exceptionally keen senses... Just now, it was Ji Qiuming's infiltration. In the past few days, he has infiltrated various locations, trying to find Ji Fenming's place of imprisonment. Considering that Ji Fenming might be being studied, the Supreme Mage Tower has also become one of his infiltration locations. What Ed just sensed was Ji Qiuming's aura.

However, the aura was too faint and fleeting. Ed scanned the area but saw no one, so he abandoned his guess. This didn't mean he thought he was mistaken. On the contrary, it was a wise move; if the other party truly possessed such strength, this was the most appropriate reaction.

Mu Nandong remained expressionless, yet he understood Ed's thoughts. He calmly replied, and the two continued at their previous pace, leaving naturally.

Ji Qiuming transformed into a blurry afterimage and burrowed deeper into the tower... He guessed correctly; Ji Fenming was indeed imprisoned deep within the mage tower.

However, someone had already gotten there first.

Chapter Eighteen: Shed the Last Drop of Blood for Me

"It's such a waste to use something so precious on you."

At the bottom of the Tower of Truth, Ji Chaoge walked in slowly. The fully armed guards and the personnel who were checking the surveillance cameras all ignored him.

Is it because they are also demi-humans?

Of course not. Although there are already many demi-humans transferred from other places to the City of Truth, it's impossible to just grab anyone and call them a demi-human... Yet they completely ignored Ji Chaoge.

Why is this happening?

The answer is... Ji Chaoge used certain methods to transform them into a different race belonging to the lineage of the Earth Mother Goddess.

Ji Chaoge inherited the destiny of the Earth Mother Goddess, and his genetic attributes began to change. He extracted his own genes, created alien races, and then used related means to create something that could turn people into his kind of alien race. But as he himself said, it was a very precious thing, and using it on these people was somewhat wasteful.

"It's a bit of a waste, but if it's for you..."

Finally, Ji Chaoge stopped. He stood in front of the precision detection program, aligned his fingerprint with his pupils and face, and pressed his fingerprint... all passed.

He walked in and soon saw Ji Fenming floating in the green nutrient solution, no longer recognizable as a human.

"It looks awful, little brother."

Ji Chaoge remained expressionless, as if the man before him, who had been almost chopped into a human pig, was not his younger brother... although, in terms of physical blood relations, they certainly weren't.

Expecting someone like Ji Chaoge to cherish old feelings is truly foolish... Of course, this doesn't mean Ji Chaoge has no emotions. On the contrary, he is quite emotional, possessing friendship, familial love, and romantic love—he has all the necessary feelings. However, he clearly understands his ultimate goal, and everything he does serves that ultimate goal.

After pausing for a moment, Ji Chaoge took action.

..

When Ji Fenming woke up, he was in another unfamiliar room, and his mechanical limbs gave off an uncoordinated feeling.

"Ji Fenming".

A strange yet familiar indifferent voice rang in his ears... Ji Fenming turned his head and saw the figure he thought had been dead for a long time.

It's Ji Chaoge...

Despite the fact that they had been separated for more than twenty years, and despite Ji Chaoge having changed bodies, bloodlines, and genes several times, and even modified her body several times, Ji Fenming still recognized her at a glance... It was only Ji Chaoge, and only Ji Chaoge.

Ji Chaoge's gaze remained calm as she said, "I once told you a story about a prince and his minister from a certain country. Do you remember it?"

"Ah..." Ji Fenming managed to speak, his throat filled with a choking, unsettling metallic taste, and a cold, hard, and incongruous sensation coursing through his body. Yet, he could still feel himself recovering.

Not only this half-dead body, but also that heart that was beating for some unknown reason, finally, at this moment, was completely revived.

He responded in a hoarse voice:

"I remember."

It was an old fable from a children's book, and the story was very simple. But frankly, such a story shouldn't have appeared in a children's book.

Ji Fenming was lost in distant memories... He did indeed remember that story. Because it was the only story Ji Chaoge had ever told him.

It's a very simple story from a children's book, so it's not too complicated. It tells of a country that is invaded by another country and is on the verge of destruction. At this point, the prince and his minister make two choices. The minister, who is seventy or eighty years old, bravely faces death and leaves behind a good reputation, while the prince, who is seventeen or eighteen years old, is afraid of death and surrenders to the enemy, ultimately surviving.

Such behavior is naturally despised; traitors gain no favor on either side, while patriots who bravely face death are universally admired. However, the prince did not give up. He remained in hiding, but never found an opportunity. Finally, he grew old, and the country that had invaded him was also invaded by other countries, leading to its destruction.

Everyone thought he would continue to live, but he decided to commit suicide. When asked why he wanted to kill himself, the prince replied with grief and indignation, "The minister committed suicide because he was old and could no longer do anything. I endured humiliation and lived on because I was still young and had many opportunities to restore the kingdom. But now there is no hope of restoring the kingdom, and no hope of revenge. What meaning is there for me to live?"

Having said that, he drew his sword and committed suicide.

The gist of this story is this: different people will make different best choices when faced with the same options.

"You must be wondering why I was so determined to run away back then... So much time has passed, and perhaps you have your own answer now. You know why even if I don't tell you, but I still have to say it."

Ji Chaoge stared intently at Ji Fenming. His gaze was incredibly powerful; just by looking into it, one could sense the boundless power within this man—not mere martial prowess, but something far more formidable.

“I must leave, and I must live. For me at that time, nothing was more important than surviving. I had so many important things to do. I worked hard for this for a long time, more than twenty years. And now, that time is finally coming. Do you understand, Ji Fenming, what exactly is the time I am talking about?”

"Ah...ah!"

Ji Fenming spoke, the blazing flames almost burning his chest and charring his brain along with it. He desperately uttered that hoarse voice, so heart-wrenching, as if he wanted to cut open his chest and hold up his heart so that everyone could see it clearly.

"I understand... I understand! I've been waiting for this day!"

Yes... Ji Fenming has been waiting for this day, for a very, very long time.

Ji Chaoge pulled out his pipe, appearing remarkably calm in contrast to Ji Fenming's fiery passion. Yet, the resolute look within him was in no way inferior to the others.

"Ah, I know. Make the most of your last moments and get some rest. I gave the mage tower a break, but it'll be discovered sooner or later... But it's okay, I'll make my move before they find out. This is your last chance, so get used to this body as quickly as possible."

Ji Chaoge paused slightly, then said in a confident tone:

"Your time has come to ignite; shed your last drop of blood for me."

Chapter Nineteen: Freedom and Living

A group including Zhong Hongyu had quietly sneaked into an unnamed town on the border of the Seven Luminaries.

Unlike places like the Seven Luminaries and the Holy Alliance, this town didn't have many mixed-up elements. Therefore, they had no choice but to develop their own base here. Before the arrival of the Nineteenth Cultivator, several groups had already scouted the area. Unlike other gangs, this town wasn't their base; they had fled from elsewhere and were simply resting here.

"They're all desperate criminals, many of them carry guns, and each has several lives on their hands... Damn it, they're the Seven Luminaries who couldn't make it in the Chaotic Province and smuggled themselves here!"

It's quite ironic, really. A couple of low-level bosses who can't make it in a chaotic province suddenly become big bosses that Seven Stars has to be on high alert for.

“Mr. Yu, you and I will cover each other when the time comes, and Hongyu will be in charge of the rear. There are also snipers, one here, one here, and one here. Let’s set up the emergency treatment magician here. Is it too far? But if it’s too close, we might get caught in the crossfire. They’re from the Chaotic Province. I wouldn’t be surprised if they pulled out a rocket launcher.”