Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Sword Burial Hut

Mission failures were commonplace for Shenxin and Yuxietian. In just over a month since opening, they had failed countless missions, with only a few being successfully completed.

Shenxin raised the small blackboard.

"Speaking of which, those houses that were destroyed by Ying Qin Pass..."

"I'll contact them afterward and they can pay in advance," Yu Xietian said. "The bill will be sent to Anguo Division afterward."

Shen Xin immediately began to ponder the specifics of how middlemen profited from the price difference. After all, Anguo Division was backed by the Empire and was the Empire's only officially designated intermediary agency; who knew how much money they'd made? This move of his could be considered a Robin Hood-style act of robbing the rich to help the poor.

Well, it's just to help myself out of poverty.

Putting aside the idea that the Divine Heart was a highly punishable prison, Yu Xietian looked at Ying Qin Guan and said, "As you can see, it's a pity we can't always succeed. And I don't recommend that you use your own force to do anything. I personally plan to return home after watching the Sword Saint and Kui's fight tomorrow. What about you?"

Ying Qin Guan didn't care much. His attitude towards money was always to try to get it if he could, and to let it go if he couldn't. He said, "I don't care... Since there's a chance, let's take a look together."

"Alright..." Yu Xietian seemed relieved and said, "Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Let's just treat it as a trip. But the food the other night..."

As he spoke, he looked at the heart of God.

"If the mission had been completed, fine. But now that it's failed, you can forget about it..."

【“..”】

Shenxin knew he was in the wrong and dared not refute.

Yu Xietian glanced at his watch... It was noon, and there was still an afternoon and evening ahead.

He had been thinking about the Sword Saint's condition, the cost of Ying Qin Guan's actions, whether his identity would be exposed, and the reactions of the Seven Luminaries and other countries after his identity was exposed. The pressure was immense. Now that he was told that the mission had failed, he felt relieved and smiled, "Shen Xin, tell me, are there any fun places in Sakura Country? We can go and have some fun this afternoon."

In fact, failing a mission is not a big deal for him. For him and Shinshin, Yorozuya is more of a hobby than a job. When a hobby makes him feel overwhelmed, he should give it up.

After thinking for a moment, the god picked up the small blackboard.

"There are quite a few, like Takamagahara. I remember Yoshiwara of the Seven Luminaries was modeled after Takamagahara. You could go and have some fun there. Although it sounds a bit shady, it actually has some respectable aspects. I heard there's a courtesan there who's very skilled at playing the koto. I wonder how she compares to Miss Nocturne..."

Yu Xietian glanced at him and said, "It sounds like you have connections with Nocturne, but didn't I say I'd put that lunatic on our blacklist?"

"I correspond with her... She's really interesting and knows everything!"

"But she's a lunatic!"

"Damn it!"

Shen Xin suddenly sprang to his senses, smashing Yu Xietian with a blackboard, then coldly erected a small blackboard.

"Even if you pay me a salary, you can't speak ill of Miss Nocturne!"

Ying Qin Pass: Brilliant!

"What a fucking ingrate..." Yu Xietian, whom Nephalem jokingly called a "pay-to-have-a-dad," sighed and sat back down. "So, isn't there any way to prevent this book from being reported?"

"Miss Nocturne also recommended the Sword Burial Lodge to me...but to be honest, I'm not very interested."

The Sword Burial Hut is the place where Ye Jiaofang buried his sword.

Ye Jiaofang is one of only three martial artists throughout history to have achieved godhood, the other two being Ying Qin Guan and the God of War. The Buried Sword Pavilion is where he buried his sword. In his youth, he traveled far and wide, challenging martial arts schools and dojos across the world at the height of their popularity. When he arrived in Cherry Blossom Country, he planted his sword in the ground, declaring that he had entered the realm of no sword, and from then on, no one in the world was worthy of his drawing of his sword.

The False Swordless Realm: It's completely illogical that a swordsman can fight better without a sword than with one.

The true realm of no sword: Even without a sword, you cannot defeat me.

This place is the Sword Burial Pavilion, and this act is also considered to be the moment when Ye Jiaofang was officially conferred the title of god. Although he had an invincible appearance and a battle to be conferred the title of god before, he was always a little lacking. It felt like he won rather reluctantly. But after burying the sword this time, he was truly invincible.

The place where the sword was buried is called the Sword Burial Pavilion. It is well protected in Sakura Country. In addition, the sword is a peerless divine sword that has not been destroyed by time and cannot be worn down by the years. After so many years, it is still firmly stuck there and has now become one of the famous tourist attractions in Sakura Country.

—As for why it's called "Sword Burial Hut" when it's clearly just a sword stuck there... well, it can't be called "Sword Insertion Hut," that would be too lame...

[God? Ye Jiaofang]

Era: Ancient

Stamina: 7

[Investiture of the Gods]: (omitted)

【Battle Might】: After your Kill and Duel deal damage, you gain one stack of 'Might'. After you take damage from Kill and Duel, you gain one stack of 'Might'.

【Hundred Schools of Martial Arts】: Once per round, your 'momentum' can be converted into any mark of any general. Once you convert it into a general's mark, you will gain all of that general's skills related to the mark.

【Bury the sword in your heart, and you will be invincible】: Awakening skill. When you obtain three 'moments' and use them all, you will lose 'Hundred Battles Moment', 'Hundred Schools of Martial Arts' and their derivative skills, and gain 'Swordless Realm'. For each 'Hundred Schools of Martial Arts' derivative skill you lose, you will gain a 'Swordless is better than having a sword' mark.

[The Realm Without Swords]:

At the start of the preparation phase, you may steal x/2 skills from the field. These skills are considered yours for the remainder of the turn and are returned at the end of the turn.

At the start of the end phase, you may steal x/2 skills from the field. These skills are considered yours outside of your turn and are returned at the start of your turn.

x represents the number of "No Sword Wins Over Sword" markers, rounded down.

(All martial arts under heaven are within my grasp!)

There is a male general who greatly needs to kill and duel. He has an awakening skill, but when killing and dueling are ineffective, he easily becomes a blank slate. The awakening skill allows him to acquire the skills of other generals. That's right, he is Sun...

Kono Ye Jiao Fang!

"The Buried Sword Hut... I'm quite interested in that."

Yu Xietian was, after all, a martial artist, and he was very interested in the martial artists in the Investiture of the Gods—except for Ying Qin Guan, who shattered all of Yu Xietian's beautiful fantasies about the martial artists in the Investiture of the Gods.

"Ying Qin Pass, what about you? Do you want to go take a look?"

Since Shenxin seemed uninterested and his own opinion was irrelevant (sadly), Yu Xietian tried to get help.

Ying Qin Guan thought for a moment and said, "I'm fine with anything..."

—Actually, he wanted to go to Takamagahara, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. And most likely, even if Shenxin asked him if he wanted to go to Takamagahara, he would stubbornly say, "I, Ying Qin, am a righteous gentleman. How could I be interested in such a place!"

"Then it's settled!" Yu Xietian didn't give Shenxin a chance and finalized the matter directly. "Let's go check out the Buried Sword Pavilion this afternoon!"

Chapter Thirty-Eight: A Disagreement

"Is this the Sword Burial Lodge...?"

Fu Feihan looked up and saw people coming and going all around, dressed in various styles, but clearly all in clothing suitable for combat. It was obvious that everyone who had come here was a martial artist.

The duel between the Sword Saint and the King... This battle, which is likely to be the strongest human against the strongest alien race, has attracted many martial artists to the Land of Cherry Blossoms.

Martial artists from all over the world, with different customs and styles, have gathered together and have brought a lot of trouble to Sakura Country in the past few days. Violent fights have broken out one after another, making Sakura Country miserable. Sometimes, a simple "What are you looking at? What's it to you?" can cause a melee involving more than twenty martial artists.

Of course, these are all digressions; the focus now is on the Buried Sword Pavilion.

This place can be considered one of the holy sites for martial artists. There are only three martial artists in the world who have been deified. This kind of "deification site" can be listed as one of the "most worthwhile places for martial artists" for marketing accounts to write a few articles about.

Ju Qiuming looked around and whispered, "We need to queue over there... there are a lot of people."

"Ugh, this is so annoying, it feels like we'll be queuing here all afternoon..." The two finally joined the queue. Looking at the long line, Fu Feihan sighed, "There are so many people..."

Ju Qiuming remained silent. He was never one to talk much, and this time he was only accompanying Fu Feihan; he himself had no interest in the matter.

However, the reason why Fu Feihan could get along so well with Ju Qiuming was largely due to his personality of "being able to chat happily even when no one pays attention to him". He then started a new topic, "But speaking of which, do you know the legend that has been passed down about that martial arts master?"

Ju Qiuming nodded slightly.

Fu Feihan sighed, "Legend has it that Ye Jiaofang buried this sword here, concealing a trace of his sword intent within it. If someone possesses exceptional comprehension and extraordinary talent, they can comprehend Ye Jiaofang's sword intent from this sword. Legend has it that the founder of the Emperor's Heart School and the Sword Saint both visited the Sword Burial Pavilion to observe this sword and gained some insights from it..."

"Do you think that if we also gain some insight, it might be like those extraordinary encounters in martial arts novels?"

"It's a cheap opportunity to get in just by paying money, with over a hundred people ahead of us in line," Ju Qiuming said in a low voice. "Besides, the path of martial arts should be up to oneself."

"Haha, that's true."

While the two were waiting in line, a burly man walked past them, glaring and scanning the queue. He walked past them and then stopped after a few steps, speaking in an unfriendly voice.

"Hey...you're blind, aren't you?"

The meddlesome Fu Feihan leaned out to look and saw the burly man standing next to a girl in a black kimono with her eyes closed. In front of the girl stood a boy dressed in a pink ronin outfit.

Upon hearing the burly man's question, the boy in the pink ronin outfit smiled and said, "My sister does indeed have some eye problems. Is there anything you need?"

"Ha, a blind man... If he's blind, why did he come here? Does a blind man think he can see the sword?" The burly man revealed his true intentions, his tone laced with threat. "It would be a waste for you to look. This seat is better given to me..."

"Ah...this really puts me in a difficult position." The young man laughed, "Little Shen Jiu, what do you think?"

Shenzhou-9 said, "No, let it go."

"What can a blind man see? Whether you let him pass or not is not up to you..." The burly man's inner energy surged as he reached out his hand toward Shenzhou-9.

Himura Tanzakura slightly opened her eyes, a crimson tinge appearing on them.

"Hey! What are you doing, big guy!"

By the time Ju Qiuming remembered to stop Fu Feihan, it was too late. Fu Feihan had already rushed out, slapped the burly man's hand away, and said, "They've already said they don't want to!"

Martial arts fighters, martial arts fighters, it's in their nature to fight at the slightest disagreement.

The burly man's hand was knocked away by Fu Feihan, and he made no attempt to hide his rage, retaliating by slapping Fu Feihan back... This slap had some skill involved.

Fu Feihan leaned back, dodging the blow with a half-bending backbend. As he straightened up, he flipped over and kicked the fist opposite him, followed by another kick to the back of the burly man's head. Using the recoil, he moved away from the group and landed some distance away.

"Let's exchange a few blows!" Fu Feihan didn't draw his sword, but just stood there and beckoned to the burly man.

Completely enraged, the burly man charged forward without hesitation.

The martial artists in line started eating their own gossip. In this long and tedious queue, having something to watch was a good thing for them. As for who was right and who was wrong, they didn't care.

"I knew it..." Ju Qiuming muttered to himself, taking a step forward quietly, his presence becoming less noticeable.

As if sensing something, Himura Tanzaku glanced in his direction.

Shenzhou-9 whispered, "He is not human."

Himura Tanzaku smiled and said, "I can tell."

In the arena, Fu Feihan had no intention of harming anyone, so he did not draw his sword—unlike at school, he was carrying a real sword, which could easily kill someone if he wasn't careful.

He was exceptionally intelligent and quick to grasp concepts, always able to provide the words to Ying Qin Guan when Ying Qin Guan was struggling to express a martial arts technique due to his illiteracy. This made him Ying Qin Guan's favorite student. Although Ying Qin Guan didn't pass on the Void Time Exquisite Sword technique to him, he occasionally gave him pointers on movement techniques. Now, Fu Feihan's movements were agile, his feet seemingly floating on lotus leaves, always managing to evade the attacks of burly men in perilous situations, drawing cheers from the surrounding martial artists.

When Himura Tan's battle against the Sword Saint was a display of ultimate skill, it wasn't flashy at all. Only true connoisseurs could appreciate its subtlety. Fu Feihan, on the other hand, while not as flashy and facing a less formidable opponent, excelled in agile footwork and elegant movement. Even a novice could applaud his skill. The difference between the two is roughly like the ultimate strategic maneuvering in the top lane versus the continuous AoE attacks of a mage. The former requires experts to appreciate its nuances, while the latter is universally admired.

—Although those queuing here are all martial artists, their overall quality is certainly not comparable to that of the Sword Saint's retainers and disciples.

The burly man launched a relentless attack, his fists whistling through the air, a menacing wind blowing in his face. Fu Feihan appeared relaxed and carefree, but inwardly he was groaning. Ying Qin had only recently taught him this footwork technique, and its profound and subtle nature hadn't been fully mastered. Now, he could only follow the steps, seemingly effortless, but in reality, he was caught in a dilemma. Once he completed this set of steps, he wouldn't know how to fight next.

Whether Shen Jiu noticed this or not, he gently tugged at the hem of Hishimura Tan's clothes.