Daily life of a teacher in the martial arts department

“I know…” Hisumura Tanzakura chuckled lightly, raising her hand slightly, with wisps of divine light gathering within it, “I’m just curious about the origin of that footwork.”

He was about to flick his finger to unleash the divine light when he suddenly stopped and laughed, "There's no need for me."

At the same time, a sudden change occurred. Ju Qiuming had already sneaked up to the strong man's side without anyone noticing. He was really ruthless and vicious, throwing out both fists at the same time, one punch aimed at the kidney and the other at the throat!

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Do you think Yu Xietian is afraid of you?!

Martial virtue is a very peculiar thing.

Just like many parents teach their children to be good people, to be generous and magnanimous, and not to be stingy, but when they encounter an opportunity to take advantage of others, they wish they could take all the advantage.

Many martial arts masters teach their disciples to have martial ethics. They should avoid doing things like announcing the name of their school halfway through and shouting "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms" before actually using a groin kick. But when they themselves go into the ring, they'd rather shout that they have a flying saucer and then pull out a musket and blow the opponent's head off.

The same applies to the battles between martial artists.

The one with martial virtue won > the one without martial virtue won > the one with martial virtue lost > the one without martial virtue lost.

It sounds like martial virtue is important, but what is actually the most important thing?

It means "won".

As long as you win, martial virtue becomes secondary; winning is better than losing. It doesn't matter what methods you use, whether your victory is honorable or not, or whether you actually used a groin kick...

—Unless it is a truly special and solemn occasion, victory is above martial virtue.

Just like now, Ju Qiuming launched a sneak attack that lacked any martial ethics. A kidney strike and a punch to the throat directly shook the burly man. At this point, if he had just followed up slightly, the man would have lost his fighting ability. However, Ju Qiuming leaped diagonally into the air, spun around to gather his strength, and kicked the burly man in the chest. With a loud bang, the burly man was sent flying more than eight meters away.

—If that kick had landed on his head, it would probably have been fatal. If it had landed on his chest, it wouldn't have been as serious, but he would probably have been bedridden for a while.

"Phew..." Fu Feihan stopped his steps, breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed, "You've been a big help... By the way, you didn't kick someone to death, did you? I don't want to go to jail..."

"I won't die," Ju Qiuming said. "I know what I'm doing."

"What you said is making me a little scared..."

Just then, the people maintaining order finally arrived, like police officers in a movie, and the five of them were taken away together.

"We are so sorry, my sister and I have caused you both trouble."

With four police officers guarding the front and back, Hiramura Tanzakura didn't seem nervous at all.

"No, that's not true," Fu Feihan said cheerfully. "This guy is too unreasonable; he should be taught a lesson..."

He paused, actually feeling that Ju Qiuming had gone a little too far. But he didn't say it aloud, only gave a helpless bitter smile, and said, "It's a pity we have tickets for the day after tomorrow. We're going to watch the battle between the Sword Saint and Kui tomorrow, and then we're going straight back the day after. I'm afraid we won't have a chance to see the sword that Ye Jiao buried."

Himura Tanzaku asked, "Are you two not locals?"

"Ah, we are the Seven Luminaries." Fu Feihan revealed their origins with such speed that Ju Qiuming couldn't even stop him, and then laughed, "And you two?"

“Just homeless travelers.” Hisumura Tanzaku smiled and said, “You two might see us again in the Seven Stars.”

He paused, then said, "It is indeed a bit of a pity... The Buried Sword Pavilion is certainly worth seeing. But if there's nothing else to do, there's really no need to make a special trip all the way from Qiyao to see it..."

"It's fate, let's see how things go from here!" Fu Feihan accepted reality with a carefree attitude. As for Ju Qiuming... he didn't care at all, since he was just there to accompany Fu Feihan.

"You two young heroes' thoughts make me feel quite ashamed... Since you two are here to see that sword, it's quite a coincidence, as I have recently comprehended its sword intent..."

As Hiyomura Tan's voice rang out, the world in Fu Feihan and Ju Qiuming's eyes suddenly darkened.

The next moment, the world turned upside down, as if time travel had taken them back to the day Ye Jiao buried the sword and became a god.

By the time the people present came to their senses, Hisumura Tanzaku and Kami Kujo had vanished without a trace.

"This..." Fu Feihan clicked his tongue, "This is..."

Ju Qiuming's words are concise and to the point.

"A serendipitous encounter".

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Sunset.

"Ah, no, no, it's a lie, a lie! What sword intent? There's nothing at all! What a waste of my time!"

Ying Qin Guan and his two companions were walking back to the inn, with Yu Xie Tian leading the way.

Without a doubt, they had already visited the Buried Sword Pavilion and found nothing.

Ying Qin Guan and Yu Xie Tian both looked somewhat disappointed, like adventurers who had deliberately gone to a remote corner of the map to open a treasure chest only to find it empty.

Clearly unable to comprehend the disappointment in the two, the god raised the small blackboard.

"That sword intent isn't something you can buy in bulk; someone else might have gotten there first... Seriously, can something invisible and intangible really exist on a sword for so many years? Ying Qin Guan, can you do that?"

"Huh?" Ying Qin Guan thought for a moment, then drawled, "Although I haven't tried it, I feel that if it were me... no, it should definitely work!"

"Okay, I understand. You can't do it."

"Hey! What kind of attitude is that! I could do that kind of thing too!"

However, Shenxin completely ignored him and changed the subject.

"What should we eat tonight?"

Yu Xietian said, "Thirty pieces of pork chop rice from Yibu."

Shen Xin was completely petrified.

Yu Xietian glanced at him and said, "So, what's wrong? Aren't you dissatisfied? Do you know how much I suffered from that meal the night before last?!"

"Bosses who are incompetent and only know how to exploit their employees' food deserve to go to the deepest levels of hell!"

"What did you say!" Yu Xietian roared in fury, "What were you doing while I risked my life to infiltrate the Sword Saint's Mansion to gather intelligence? You got lost and spent the whole night eating, drinking, and having fun!"

"What?!" Ying Qin Guan, who had originally intended to sit back and watch the fight, couldn't sit still any longer and rushed over to retort, "Damn it! I'm not lost! I'm just... measuring this city on foot!"

Shenxin, for some unknown reason, suddenly changed his target, raising the small blackboard to focus his fire on Ying Qin Pass.

"It's all your fault, all because you wanted to play cards! Otherwise, if you had gone with us, we might have completed the mission and even caught that squinty-eyed guy and given him a beating!"

Upon hearing this, Ying Qin Guan flew into a rage. "Weren't you having a great time playing cards yourself? How come you're trying to shift the blame onto me?! Do you want to fight?!"

Shen Xin stood ramrod straight and said defiantly:

"What are you pretending for! You think Yu Xietian is afraid of you?! Yu Xietian, get him!"

Yu Xietian: "?!!"

He was about to explain that he was really scared, but it was too late. Enraged, Ying Qin Guan glared at him and unleashed a ten-hit combo of Consciousness Slashes, leaving Yu Xie Tian dizzy and disoriented.

He could only cry out in grief and anger, "Shenxin, you betrayed me!"

Shenxin took the opportunity to steal Yu Xietian's wallet.

"Let's go eat some fancy food, it's on me."

Ying Qin Guan immediately went from anger to joy.

"Great!"

The two quickly left the crime scene, leaving Yu Xietian behind with her wallet stolen.

Chapter Forty: Alien Races

On June 6th, at Qike Mountain.

The Sakura Imperial Family, the Yorozuya group, and the Himura Danzao group ultimately failed to stop the battle.

On the mountaintop, Kui had been waiting for a long time.

He stood there, arms crossed, eyes closed, completely still.

He is a strongman, a challenged one, a madman who knows nothing of dodging or parrying, and one of the few remaining purebred owls in the world.

The many martial artists who arrived early tacitly reserved a battleground for the Sword Saint and Kui, and everyone was waiting for the other protagonist of this battle to appear.

Fu Feihan and Ju Qiuming stood together, very close to the battlefield. Fu Feihan was full of excitement, while Ju Qiuming had a calm expression.

Shen Jiu and Hisumura Tanzaku were so far apart that it was hard to believe they could even see the battlefield. Shen Jiu stood under a tree, while Hisumura Tanzaku lay on a branch, his squinting eyes making it impossible to tell whether they were open or closed.

The Yorozuya group sat on a protruding boulder, offering a wide view—a spot that Yu Xietian had naturally earned with his fists.

Yu Xietian stood with his arms crossed, while Ying Qin Guan sat on the ground with his right leg bent and his right hand resting on it, looking into the distance.

Shenxin wasn't interested in this. She brought a tablecloth and some snacks, and before the fight even started, her mouth was already stuffed full, like a hamster.

They are all waiting.

The Sword Saint didn't keep people waiting for long.

He arrived as the sun rose.

He was still barefoot, and had nothing on him that could be considered alchemical equipment... except for the knife, he carried nothing else.

He slowly walked to the opposite side of Kui, the two of them less than twenty meters apart.

Everyone subconsciously lowered their voices, and the room became completely silent. This silence seemed to spread, making everyone afraid to make a sound. Shen Xin swallowed a mouthful of food, caught in a dilemma, her little face turning red.

The swordsman stopped and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword.

Everyone thought the two would at least say something cool like "Here I come" before they started fighting, but... before they even exchanged a single word, the Sword Saint was about to draw his sword.

Kui remained motionless, maintaining his stance.

In every battle he experienced, the opponent made the first move, or even... he had to wait until the opponent had finished making their move.

The concept of "first strike" does not exist in his dictionary. Normal martial artists, such as Ying Qin Guan, Fei Cun, and the Sword Saint, value the right to strike first above all else—of course, this is on the premise that they are facing a master of the same level.

The Sword Saint drew his sword, and pale blue inner energy surged forth, eventually attaching itself to the blade, like blue flames burning on it.

The famous sword "Duren" (渡人) may have a name that sounds somewhat Buddhist, but the blood on this sword can be said to have been spilled in thousands of battles. It has survived countless battles without breaking or being damaged, and can be considered a legendary sword passed down through generations.

This sword was forged 123 years ago. Over the past century, it has changed hands many times and finally ended up in the hands of the Sword Saint as the prize for winning the Osaka Junior Swordsmanship Tournament 60 years ago. It has been with him ever since.

This sword symbolizes the first glory in the Sword Saint's life, and in a sense, it also symbolizes the beginning of the Sword Saint's career.

And now, it may also accompany the Sword Saint to his end.

The Sword Saint exhaled a breath of stale air and began to fully circulate his cultivation technique.

Like an old car being restarted, shifted into fifth gear, and floored on the gas, the whole car vibrates, and a huge, unsettling roar erupts... But no matter what, the car can still move forward.

As long as we can keep moving forward, we cannot stop.