Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

However, at this critical moment...

Behind the podium, the teacher, who had always maintained a calm expression, suddenly sighed softly, as if with a hint of helplessness at the disruption to the class, and also with a sense of relief at the inevitable arrival of something destined.

He casually tossed the yellowed book onto the podium with a soft "thud".

The sound wasn't loud, but it strangely pierced through the deafening shouts and hoofbeats, clearly reaching the ears of every cavalryman charging at the forefront.

Immediately afterwards, the schoolteacher raised his head. The gentle smile on his face did not disappear; instead, it became even more pronounced. However, deep within that smile, there was a chilling coldness that sent shivers down one's spine.

His voice wasn't loud, but it had a strange penetrating power, as if he were speaking to the "students" below the stage.

"Dear students, it seems that our emergency defense class, which combines theory and practice, will be moving into the hands-on phase ahead of schedule. Given the rarity of this opportunity for a sudden 'real-world exercise,' your performance in this practical exercise will directly contribute to your final grade for the semester, with additional points awarded for the questions. I hope you all... will make the most of it."

His tone still carried the patient and persuasive quality of a lecture, but the content was so absurd that it stunned the charging Indian cavalry.

The reactions of the seemingly timid and ordinary "students" in the audience were even more unexpected!

The old woman sweeping the floor with her broom suddenly flashed two sharp glints in her cloudy old eyes, as if a long-forgotten sword had been drawn from its sheath! She casually stuck the broom into the ground, and the seemingly ordinary bamboo broom handle was deeply embedded in the hard stone floor.

She rubbed her hands together, her face showing a mixture of excitement and impatience, and urged him on.

"Sir! It's time to get started! This old woman's broom... no, her hands have been itching for ages! I'm determined to get the final grade!"

The old farmer, his trousers stained with mud, grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, and rubbed his fists together in anticipation.

"I need someone to try out my new move, 'Farmer's Three Punches,' and I'll take the bonus points too!"

Even the little girl, clutching half a steamed bun and with a dirty little face, blinked her big eyes and spoke in a childish but serious voice.

"Sir, can I...can I also help chase away the bad guys? I...I'd like to get extra points!"

These are not lambs to the slaughter; they are clearly a pack of ferocious beasts, sharpening their knives and waiting only for orders!

The Indian general's heart skipped a beat; that ominous premonition surged again, stronger than ever before! He opened his mouth to roar, wanting to issue another order to be on high alert, or simply order his cavalry to crush them.

But it was too late!
"Since the students are so enthusiastic, then... let's begin."

The teacher's smile vanished completely, and his once gentle and peaceful eyes instantly turned as cold as ice, as if they contained the chill and savagery of the deepest storm in an ancient snowfield!

"Roar--!!!"

A roar, utterly inhuman and filled with primal savagery and terrifying pressure, suddenly erupted from his throat! The sound wave, like a tangible shockwave, spread outwards from him, startling dozens of charging warhorses at the forefront, causing the riders to rear up and fall off in disarray!
Under the horrified gazes of countless eyes, the schoolteacher's lean figure rapidly expanded and deformed as if inflated! His scholar's robe tore apart, turning into a shower of scraps, replaced by thick, stiff hair as dense as silver needles, gleaming with a cold metallic luster!
His head protruded forward, his muzzle lengthened, his fangs bulged, his wolf ears stood up, and his pupils turned into a pure, emotionless ice blue!
In the blink of an eye, a giant silver wolf, over three zhang tall, with muscles bulging like cast steel and exuding the terrifying aura of a Nascent Soul stage demon, replaced the schoolteacher and stood atop the ruins of the podium!

The giant wolf's silvery-white fur moved without wind, and a visible vortex of icy wind and snow swirled around its body. The temperature in the air plummeted, and a layer of white frost even formed on the ground!
It lowered its head, its icy blue wolf eyes, like two cold moons, fixed on the dumbfounded Indian general riding on the back of the war elephant. It spoke in human language, its voice deep and majestic, carrying the absolute confidence of a predator declaring the ownership of its territory and prey.

"Experimental Task One: Targeted Elimination of Enemy Commander. The Hunting Moment Has Arrived."

"The...the Snow Wolf King?! The legendary Snow Wolf King of the Northern Territory! He's a Nascent Soul demon who reaches adulthood! How...how could he be here?! This aura...it's more than just Nascent Soul! It's Void Returning stage!!"

The Indian general finally snapped out of his shock and let out a terrified scream! He finally recognized the giant wolf's origin: it was from an ancient and powerful demon race deep in the snowy plains of the northern border of Jambudvipa, known for its cunning, unity, and formidable fighting prowess!
The wolf king before them possessed an aura far surpassing that of an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, clearly indicating that it had reached the Void Returning Realm! This was no ordinary demonic beast that had merely passed by, but a meticulously laid deadly trap, waiting for them to walk right into it!

"Retreat! Retreat now!! We've fallen into a trap!!"

The Indian general was terrified, roaring with all his might, his voice sharp and piercing with fear. All thoughts of massacring cities and capturing kings, all thoughts of Arhats and golden statues, were now cast to the winds; only boundless fear and the instinct for survival remained! He desperately pulled on the reins, trying to make the war elephant turn around.

However, would the Snow Wolf King give him that chance?

The giant silver wolf transformed into a blurry afterimage, its speed exceeding the limits of most cavalry's retinal detection! As if it were just a flash of silver light, its massive body appeared a hundred meters away in the next instant, blocking the Indian general's retreating path!

The giant wolf opened its blood-red maw, and a chilling, fishy wind rushed towards him! The Indian general could even see the bottomless darkness in the wolf's throat and the sharp, halberd-like teeth that gleamed with a cold light! He frantically activated his protective Buddhist light and swung his long sword to try to block, but in the face of the absolute difference in strength and speed, all of this seemed so futile.

"No--!!"

With a short, piercing scream, the giant wolf precisely seized the upper body of the Indian general, swallowing it whole along with the head of the war elephant beneath him! A sickening cracking sound of bones breaking filled the air, followed by the war elephant's dying cry, and blood gushed out like a fountain from between the giant wolf's teeth!

As the giant wolf slightly tossed its head, tossing aside the mangled, lifeless forequarters of the war elephant like trash, the head of the Indian general, clad in a golden helmet, with wide-open eyes filled with endless terror and bewilderment, rolled to the ground, covered in dust and blood.

Even in death, an incomprehensible bewilderment lingered in his eyes—why was the cohesion of the Tang Dynasty so terrifying? Even the infamous and unruly Snow Wolf King of the Northern Border would transform into a teacher and willingly guard the city for him? What kind of country was this?
Only then did the blackboard next to the podium, which was covered by a gray cloth, shake slightly due to the shockwave. A corner of the gray cloth slipped down, revealing eight large characters written in white chalk, with strong, bold strokes.

"Kill the enemy well, and improve yourself every day." The handwriting was neat, even with a touch of the rigidity typical of a schoolteacher, yet the content formed an absurd contrast with the bloody scene.

The icy wolf king's eyes swept over the eight words, then turned to the 300,000 Indian cavalrymen who had fallen into a brief silence due to the sudden and tragic death of their commander, and were now beginning to stir and panic.

On his enormous wolf-like face, a complex expression, a mixture of chilling intent and a trace of... the lingering refined elegance of a schoolteacher, was surprisingly human-like.

He spoke again, his voice booming like a cold wind sweeping across an icy plain, clearly reaching the ears of every cavalryman.

"Those who offend my Great Tang, though far away, shall be punished! This is no empty word. You are acting on the orders of the Western Heaven, carrying out acts of massacring cities and exterminating races, treating our human people like grass, pigs, and dogs. How are you any different from beasts? No, even beasts know how to survive and reproduce. Your actions are utterly inhuman and defy the will of Heaven! Today, I will act on behalf of Heaven and teach you a lesson—what the price will be!"

Before he finished speaking, his massive, ten-meter-tall silver body transformed into a raging silver whirlwind and charged into the cavalry torrent that was in disarray due to the death of their commander!
"Pfft! Crack! Boom!"

With a swipe of its claws, dozens of heavily armored cavalrymen, along with their mounts, were torn in half at the waist! A massive tail swept across, and a group of men and horses were sent flying backward as if struck by a battering ram, their bones broken and muscles snapping, coughing up blood! The wolf's jaws were unstoppable in their bites!

Wherever they passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and severed limbs and broken armor rained down like a storm, instantly clearing a large area! The terrifying strength of the Void Returning Realm demon was nothing short of a one-sided massacre in front of these cavalrymen who were at most at the Golden Core level!

"Students! What are you waiting for? The final exam score and the bonus questions will be decided by your own abilities!"

Even in the midst of the slaughter, the silver wolf didn't forget to let out a shout as a reminder.

This statement was like lighting a powder keg!
"Just you wait and see, sir!"

The cleaning lady, who had been itching to get started, was the first to respond! With a flicker of her figure, she vanished from her spot like a ghost, and when she reappeared, she was already standing in mid-air above the torrent of cavalry.

She pointed her fingers like a sword and made a light, sweeping gesture towards the densely packed cavalry below!
"Zheng—!"

A clear, melodious sword cry, like a dragon's roar, resounded through the sky! It was not a physical sword, but a hundred-zhang-long, extremely refined azure sword energy, purely condensed from Gengjin sword energy, pouring down like the Milky Way hanging upside down from the heavens towards the densest area of ​​cavalry below!

The sword energy surged forth, fierce and unparalleled! Wherever it passed, the air whistled as if it were being torn apart! The elite cavalry below, clad in heavy armor and protected by a halo of Buddhist light, were as fragile as paper before this seemingly effortless sword energy!
"Puff puff puff puff...!!"

After a series of muffled thuds like popping beans, over a thousand cavalrymen, both men and horses, froze in their tracks within the area enveloped by the sword energy.

Immediately afterwards, their heads flew into the air! The cuts at their necks were smooth as mirrors, with hardly any blood spurting out, because the sword energy was so sharp and swift that it directly sealed the blood vessels! Thousands of heads, some wearing golden helmets and others wrapped in turbans, rolled to the ground, and the headless corpses fell in swathes like felled wheat, a truly horrifying scene!
This extremely sharp and terrifyingly precise sword strike stunned all the nearby Indian cavalry, halting their charge. Boundless fear, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed them.

Among the cavalry, a slightly older general, who seemed to have seen a lot in the world, stared intently at the cleaning lady's hands, which, though not holding any weapons, were shrouded in sword energy. He then looked at the neat cuts on the ground, as if recalling some long-forgotten, bloody past. His face suddenly turned ashen, and he cried out in a terrified voice.

"The Gengjin Shadowless Sword?! It's...it's the Qingfeng Family's secret technique?! Impossible! The Qingfeng Family was labeled a 'heretical sect' a hundred years ago, the entire family was executed, and their sword manual was destroyed! How could you...who are you?!"

Upon hearing this, a deep pain and a chilling coldness flashed in the originally cloudy but sharp eyes of the cleaning lady, but they were quickly replaced by an even more determined light.

She did not answer the general's question, but instead swept her cold gaze over the invaders and spoke in a hoarse but clear voice.

"A sword is for protection, not for revenge. This is what the gentleman who saved me told me on my first day in the Tang Dynasty. Today is the first time I'm using my family's sword, not for revenge or old grudges, but to protect this place beneath my feet... the 'home' he promised me."

After speaking, she moved again, transforming into streaks of azure sword shadows, and charged into the enemy ranks. Wherever her sword energy went, no one could stop it!

"It's my turn!"

The old farmer laughed heartily, his voice booming like a bell.

Facing the dozens of riders charging towards him, he neither dodged nor avoided them. He simply assumed an extremely ordinary horse stance and then, facing directly forward, delivered three simple and unadorned punches.

The first punch was thrown out flatly. The force of the punch condensed into a visible pale yellow column of energy, as simple and unadorned as a farmer digging in the soil with a hoe. The dozen or so cavalrymen who collided head-on with this column of energy, along with their horses, were struck as if by an invisible giant hammer. Their chests instantly caved in, and they were sent flying backward, crashing into a group behind them. Blood gushed from their mouths, and they were clearly beyond saving.

The second punch, slightly hooked upwards. The column of air spiraled out of control, carrying a strange suction force.

The twenty or thirty cavalrymen further away felt their bodies being pulled uncontrollably toward the center of the fist's force. They were then twisted into the spiraling force, their armor contorted, their bones shattered, and they screamed as they were twisted into pretzel shapes, dying a gruesome death.

The third punch slammed heavily into the ground. There was no column of air, only a muffled, deafening roar. Centered on the point where the old farmer's fist landed, the ground nearly a hundred meters in front of him undulated and arched violently like waves before exploding with a deafening roar!
The rubble and soil mixed with the violent earth elemental energy, like an earth dragon turning over, directly blasted hundreds of cavalrymen and their warhorses into the air. Then, they exploded in mid-air, turning into a sky full of blood mist and bits of flesh and ashes, which fell down in a flurry!
"Haha! That was great! This 'Farmer's Three Punches' is really awesome!"

The old farmer withdrew his fist, looked at his masterpiece, nodded in satisfaction, then scratched his head and muttered something under his breath, somewhat embarrassed.

"My teacher always said, 'If you're ugly, you should read more books.' I've read quite a few books with him, but I don't know if I've read them wrong... However, I'm getting more and more into this martial art!"

He was originally just an ordinary farmer in the fields. His land was seized by demons, and he nearly froze and starved to death in the dead of winter. Fortunately, a refined-looking man passing by rescued him, not only taking him back to the Tang Dynasty to settle him down, but also teaching him this seemingly crude but actually powerful and explosive style of boxing, giving him the ability to make a living and protect his home. (End of Chapter)