I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Two against one.

No sense of chivalry.

Han Zhan had no time to dwell on it as two perfectly synchronized sword beams attacked him from the front and back!

”Since you have no sense of chivalry, don’t blame me for doing the same.”

As Han Zhan dodged the two attacks, his left hand performed a finger technique.

Behind him, the Fu Xi Zither suddenly formed, the strings vibrated, emitting sounds, and the Ancient Domain blossomed!

Ancient Resentful Sunset Array.

With Han Zhan’s current spiritual power, he could only summon a battle spirit with Tier Six Peak strength. Under his summoning, a Phoenix Perch Wood Tree-man with its realm suppressed to Tier Six Peak appeared in the martial arts practicing field, blocking the second sword beam coming from behind.

The sword beam in front was blocked by Han Zhan raising his Moonlight Longsword.

Han Zhan used his mind on two fronts.

This was much more difficult than earlier fighting a single mysterious shadow.

But under such pressure, Han Zhan’s comprehension of sword skills surprisingly improved once again.

Pressure is motivation, only in life-and-death situations can one forge ahead.

Beside him, the young girl Nuannuan stared blankly at this scene.

”So strong,” she subconsciously marveled with her small mouth slightly open.

Clearly, the older brother who struggled with one shadow yesterday can now fight off two and still have the upper hand.

In Nuannuan’s eyes, the crossing sword light and the two intertwining, dodging silhouettes seemed to be deeply etched.

Her eyes suddenly became profound, watching the battlefield without looking away for a moment.

Frame by frame, as if frozen in time, imprinted in Nuannuan’s eyes.

Gradually,

The sword scars on the two mysterious shadows increased, while Han Zhan’s sword skills became purer and more exquisite. The tide of battle tipped completely in favor of victory.

Finally, Han Zhan used the Moonlight Longsword, with no fancy techniques but pure sword skill, to crush and defeat the two mysterious shadows.

Once killed, they did not recover as they did yesterday.

Completely dead!

Seeing this, Han Zhan finally withdrew the Moonlight Longsword and let out a long breath.

Finally won, not easy.

It felt like being assaulted by two strict swordsmanship mentors at the fastest pace.

Even though Han Zhan cheated in advance by remembering the ”standard answers” through Gongyang Jin’s guidance, he almost failed because of ”insufficient time to complete the answers.”

Fortunately, he won.

When Han Zhan looked towards the edge of the martial arts field, the young girl Nuannuan released a breath of relief just like him, happily waving towards Han Zhan.

Before long, she suddenly stopped, yawned big, and then rubbed her eyes.

”What’s wrong?” Han Zhan asked.

Nuannuan shook her head, a bit listless, ”It’s nothing, maybe I’ve been on edge for two days, didn’t rest well last night, now that I’m completely relaxed, feeling a bit tired.”

”Then go to sleep early, goodnight.”

”Mm, goodnight!”

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Next morning.

Han Zhan was still asleep when a figure pushed the door open and entered.

The figure sat by Han Zhan’s bed, and just as they sat down, Han Zhan woke up.

”Such a lack of vigilance?” The voice was somewhat crisp, like the winter plum blooming in the dead of winter, with a faint fragrance.

”Why be cautious against one’s own wife?”

The familiar scent allowed Han Zhan to immediately identify who it was.

Gongyang Jin, seemingly dissatisfied with his casual attitude, gave a soft hum.

”What, visiting me in broad daylight, planning on engaging in morning exercises?” Han Zhan teased.

”I came to see if you’ve indulged too much, can’t even spare that mysterious young girl, scraping the bottom of the barrel.”

Hearing the idiom Gongyang Jin used made Han Zhan chuckle, his last bit of sleepiness completely gone.

”I’ve already handled the mysterious shadow from last night with the sword skills you taught me.”

In front of Gongyang Jin, Han Zhan was like a child seeking praise, boasting as he pulled Gongyang Jin closer, nestling his head in her hair, and breathing in.

”Such fragrance, what brand is the shampoo from the City of Extreme Evil? I’ll bring some back.”

”That’s natural scent!” Gongyang Jin retorted indignantly.

Back to the topic.

”You seem to carry hostility towards Nuannuan in your words, and it’s not jealousy, I can discern that.”

Hearing Han Zhan’s question, Gongyang Jin briefly recapped the content of yesterday’s core meeting to him.

Han Zhan, in turn, shared details he discovered from the Lingyan Pavilion archives with Gongyang Jin, someone not from Great Xia.

The two exchanged information.

”So, you should be cautious of the mysterious young girl, even if she doesn’t pose a threat to you now.”

Gongyang Jin used her hand as a blade, blocking Han Zhan’s roguish advance, while saying.

”I’m not stupid, you don’t really think I’m a lolicon?!” Han Zhan shrugged, ”Fifteen shadows chasing a defenseless little girl, keeping her alive for so many days? Even movies wouldn’t play out like this.”

”Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

In the midst of conversation, Gongyang Jin and Han Zhan ”sparred” a few times, ultimately Gongyang Jin yielded.

Half an hour later.

Gongyang Jin pushed Han Zhan, ”Today’s your first day starting at Shang Academy, don’t be late.”

Prompted by Gongyang Jin’s reminder, Han Zhan suddenly recalled he was assigned a new role at yesterday’s core meeting.

Dean of Shang Academy.

With last night’s battle against the mysterious shadows and today’s spar with Gongyang Jin, Han Zhan almost forgot about it entirely.

He quickly dressed, left his residence, and headed towards Shang Academy.

Gongyang Jin looked at Han Zhan, glanced over the mess in front of her, and her gaze finally landed outside the room.

Her eyes were like two sharp swords.

Outside the room, there was a panicked rustling sound and she saw a short figure dart past the corridor.

On Han Zhan’s side.

Due to the delay from waking up, he quickened his pace, making it into Shang Academy just before the gate closed.

Upon entering the gate of Shang Academy, Han Zhan almost collided with a figure in front.

It was a skinny old man.

Tremblingly walking forward, narrowly avoiding a collision with Han Zhan.

Given his physique, if Han Zhan had knocked into him, there would probably be two outcomes.

The first being reincarnation, the second crossing into another world.

”Sorry, sorry,” Han Zhan quickly greeted him and curiously asked, ”Sir, are you a teacher for other subjects at Shang Academy?”

”What did you say?” the frail old man’s slow voice asked.

He lifted his aged right hand, cupped his right ear, and leaned his head towards Han Zhan.

Helpless, Han Zhan could only raise his voice, asking again, ”Sir, are you a teacher for other subjects at Shang Academy?”

”Oh,” the frail old man finally heard what Han Zhan was asking.

He nodded and said:

”I’m not a teacher at Shang Academy.”

”I’m a student at Shang Academy, good day, teacher!”