Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

Chapter 232: Chapter 222: Of Course Martial Arts Cannot Overcome Strange Rules

Inside the classroom.

The scene fell into a brief silence.

The startled students looked at Teacher Ning, who was slowly retracting his punch, in shock.

Just now, the ghost slave had suddenly crashed through the door, screaming in a chilling and horrifying manner that struck deep fear into their hearts. They were paralyzed beyond control, their bodies screaming at them to flee.

And this terrifying ghost slave was...

"Teacher Ning, did you just punch that monster to death?!"

"I saw it clearly, it wasn’t an illusion."

"Zhang Wei, didn’t you say that only the supernatural could fight the supernatural? Then what is Teacher Ning?"

Fang Yuechan, Yue City, and Wang Liang looked at Teacher Ning, then at Zhang Wei, and quietly moved closer to Teacher Ning’s side.

Compared to Zhang Wei, the Reincarnator, Teacher Ning, who could punch the "supernatural" to death, was clearly the real deal—more safe and reliable.

"Teacher Ning, how on earth did you do that?" Zhang Wei snapped out of it, looking at this law-breaking existence with a complicated gaze.

Only the supernatural could fight the supernatural, it wasn’t something said lightly—it was a law formed from the lives of countless people in the future.

"I know a little martial arts," replied Ning Xunqiu.

"..."

Zhang Wei’s mouth twitched as he sized up Teacher Ning, who wore glasses—a typical sign of nearsightedness in scholars. His build wasn’t muscular at all, not like someone who practiced martial arts.

That was just a ghost slave, but it was still part of the "supernatural." For ordinary people, facing it was almost an unwinnable battle. Even as a Deceiver, one needed to rely on the power of a "Deceitful Object" to disperse it.

Yet Teacher Ning was able to vanquish the ghost slave with a single powerful punch...

Physical exorcism?

Zhang Wei looked around to see that the panic in his classmates’ eyes was gradually subsiding, no longer as intense as it was when they first encountered the supernatural.

The atmosphere shifted suddenly.

Despite being surrounded by the eerie black fog, everyone seemed to be enveloped by an inexplicable sense of safety. What was really happening?

Zhang Wei sighed inwardly.

Indeed, all fear stems from a lack of strength. The supernatural that could be defeated by human hands quickly lost its terror in everyone’s hearts.

A monster? It can die if it’s killed!

So, in my past life... did Teacher Ning really confront those Catastrophe Level supernatural beings with just his iron fists?

Zhang Wei suddenly realized a question and cautiously asked, "Teacher Ning, is it possible for ordinary people to learn your method?"

"You want to learn?" replied Ning Xunqiu.

"Yes, yes, yes." Zhang Wei nodded vigorously.

"Teacher Ning, can we learn too?" asked several students who had regained their composure after hearing the conversation between Zhang Wei and Teacher Ning.

The appearance of Reincarnator Zhang Wei and supernatural phenomena had already indicated the frequent occurrence of supernatural incidents nationwide. The state, no matter how capable, couldn’t care for everyone.

From now on, these supernatural matters would be closely intertwined with everyone’s lives. The world would become increasingly dangerous and unpredictable. They feared being drawn into it accidentally, like today, where they could only curl up in a corner, trembling, waiting for death.

In school, they could still respectfully call Ning Xunqiu "Teacher." But once out of the school gates, with Teacher Ning’s extraordinary abilities, the country would surely employ him heavily. By then, they probably wouldn’t even have the chance to submit an "application" to see Teacher Ning again.

"You all..."

Ning Xunqiu glanced around; before discussing root bones, pursuing Divinity requires conviction. Regardless of good or bad, as long as one steadfastly persists with their convictions, there’s a chance to cultivate to Divinity. These young kids were obviously not "extreme" enough.

"With your talent and conviction, reaching my level would be quite challenging," Ning Xunqiu pondered.

He did not intend to propagate Martial Dao in this world since it was less effective against the supernatural.

Ning Xunqiu saw the disappointment on everyone’s face and advised, "In the future, when you encounter the supernatural, never imitate your teacher. As Zhang Wei mentioned, ordinary people simply cannot combat it, and escaping is the best option."

The students fell silent for a moment and nodded solemnly.

It’s too late for them to learn martial arts now.

Although Teacher Ning said "a bit challenging," he didn’t say it was impossible. But Teacher Ning was nearly thirty, and he must have been practicing martial arts for about twenty years... In twenty years, they could die twenty times over before their skills matured.

"Zhang Wei, what is this?"

Ning Xunqiu opened his hand to reveal a piece of white bone, cold to the touch, which was left behind after he defeated the ghost slave.

Zhang Wei picked up the white bone to examine it, explaining:

"It’s a Deceitful Object, which can temporarily drive away ghost slaves. It’s the only item that ordinary people can use against the supernatural. However, once a Deceitful Object is used, it leaves a mark that attracts the attention of the supernatural, making future involvement in supernatural incidents more likely."

"Then this is for you," Ning Xunqiu said casually. The students present had grown up in peaceful times; most didn’t have an adventurous spirit and weren’t necessarily eager to get involved in dangerous supernatural events.

"Alright." Zhang Wei accepted without hesitation, taking the white bone. He needed a Deceitful Object for self-protection right now.

"Teacher Ning, Zhang Wei, what should we do now?" Fang Yuechan asked, worriedly looking at the black fog outside the door that was so thick you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face. They still hadn’t escaped danger.

Zhang Wei looked around, troubled. There were over fifty students present; moving together could easily lead to getting lost in the black fog, yet staying in the classroom wasn’t safe either.

Ning Xunqiu thought for a moment and said, "This black fog is getting stronger. Zhang Wei, since you’ve taken the deceitful object, you need to go alone to draw that supernatural entity over."

"Teacher Ning, no, me going alone? Isn’t that bad?" Zhang Wei’s face changed drastically. He looked down at the white bone in his hand. Going to provoke a Catastrophe Level supernatural entity with a deceitful object?

This thing is too hot to handle!

"You don’t have a choice."

Ning Xunqiu grabbed Zhang Wei, leaving a trace of Divine Thought on him, then kicked him into the black fog. Zhang Wei’s body was swallowed by the black fog and instantly vanished without a trace.

The black fog churned, silent and eerie. Once outside the classroom, distance ceased to exist.

Ning Xunqiu silently observed this scene. The "supernatural" characteristics were really like something.

Void Chaos... but it’s not Void Chaos. The supernatural entity exists in time, exists in space, exists in Ghost Slaves.

Moreover, this supernatural entity clearly lacks Wisdom, acting only according to the initially set "rules". The rules were "made" by "people"...

This indeed seems like something a Great Dao Divine would create based on "Void Chaos".

Ning Xunqiu watched as pure threads of thought from the students’ heads quietly merged into the black fog.

The black fog is collecting—Fear?

"Teacher Ning, will Zhang Wei be alright?" Fang Yuechan listened intently, the world outside the door silent, her face showing concern.

Ning Xunqiu replied, "Don’t worry, he’s a Reincarnator with extraordinary Fortune. What’s there to worry about? At most, he’ll suffer a bit and then turn misfortune into fortune. We just need to wait patiently."

The students watched the black fog, not daring to venture out themselves, waiting silently in place.

Ning Xunqiu wasn’t idle either. In this short time, he based his observations on the black fog’s supernatural entity, founded on the Desperate Breathing Technique, and created the Cyan Heaven Great Sun Burning Qi Scripture cultivated with the power of fear.

"Red Dust Qi" is essentially the Seven Emotions and Six Desires, thoughts manifesting from nothing, allowing people to cultivate at the dawn of the world.

He silently devoured the black fog, easily opening the Spiritual Acupoint Heaven and Earth, where a pitch-black Primordial Spirit was born.

He had Dao Practice but no Magical Power.

However, in this world, Ning Xunqiu didn’t need the Primordial Spirit of Magical Power to manipulate the rules. He was equivalent to a "supernatural entity" now.

A conscious "supernatural entity".

In the classroom, time ticked by second by second.

Tick tock.

Just then, a clear sound of dripping water reached everyone’s ears,

Drip!

From the corridor, sudden clear footsteps approached.

"Teacher Ning, it’s coming!!"

With this near-bellowing call, a deafening roar tore through the air. Immediately afterward, a figure flew out of the churning black fog like a ghost, crashing heavily onto the desk.

The person was soaking wet as if they had just crawled out of abyssal waters, their face a ghastly pale green—it was Zhang Wei.

Drip.

Drip.

Water droplets slowly slid along the edge of the desk, weaving with a haunting nursery rhyme echoing in the air to form an ominous prelude, chilling just in sound alone.

Drip.

Ning Xunqiu stood at the front, behind him a group of students bowed their heads, instinctively shivering.

In this thick darkness, a vibrant crimson red slowly seeped in, with steady steps, approaching step by step.

"Teacher Ning, be careful dealing with it. I couldn’t find its weakness, so I can only rely on you!"

Zhang Wei, gathering all his strength, trembled as he crawled up from the ground, his gaze locked onto that crimson figure. A series of coughs resonated like a broken bellows, each breath accompanied by a spray of foul-smelling, rancid water.

The murder pattern of this red supernatural entity was unknown, but the entire school unwittingly fell for it. The supernatural entity seemed to drown them one by one.

Yet the black fog within the red supernatural entity was ancient, its abilities clearly beyond the Catastrophe Level. He suddenly realized that even controlling a "Catastrophe Level supernatural entity" might not seal this red supernatural entity.

To leave the school, he could only place his hope on Teacher Ning.

A sense of bitterness welled up in Zhang Wei’s heart. In his past life, Teacher Ning disappeared along with this red supernatural entity... disappeared for ten years...

As the Reincarnator, he had changed nothing.

Watching Teacher Ning resolutely step toward that red supernatural entity, Zhang Wei’s eyes brimmed with an indescribable sense of tragic heroism. He suddenly understood that Teacher Ning had long prepared for sacrifice...

Just as Ning Xunqiu’s hand touched the red supernatural entity, a piercing screech tore through the air, hitting everyone’s eardrum directly. Immediately, the red supernatural entity twisted, surging into Ning Xunqiu’s body like a tidal wave.

"So, this is Teacher Ning’s resolve..."

Zhang Wei watching Teacher Ning choose to seal the red supernatural entity with his own body, suddenly realized, fists and feet can’t combat supernatural rules... he couldn’t help closing his eyes.

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