The Teacher, the Rebel

What do you want to talk about?

"We can compromise on the matter of those children, but you cannot take any further action."

Han Mingxuan's influence on this world is too great. If they don't step in soon, the other Primarch will eventually end up like those three children.

A perfect Phoenix, a just Judge, and a replica of the Accursed.

"Heh, that's impossible."

So you're saying you want to fight?

"I am a Teacher, and it is my duty to educate and nurture students. I cannot stand by and watch them go astray and do nothing."

"Moreover, they are my nephews. It would be unbearable to watch my Nephews go astray, and it would also violate my professional ethics as a teacher."

Han Mingxuan's voice was calm and his tone was gentle.

But I'm very determined.

Simply put, he was a stone in this matter.

"Hehehe, to use a phrase from Old Terra to describe you best, you old bastard, you're both smelly and stubborn."

"I didn't expect that you, a body left only with schemes and tricks, would learn things so quickly," Han Mingxuan said with a smile.

The powers of the Chaos Gods were incomplete; they were either lost or abandoned, leaving only those things that seemed beautiful but led people astray.

Upon hearing Han Mingxuan's words, Tzeentch's expression froze.

Do you know what kind of people Teachers, doctors, and lawyers are?

"Idealist."

"Yes, an idealist."

"But this world cannot tolerate an idealist like you."

"It's the world's fault, not idealism's."

"Hehe, you really are a Teacher. Well then, I'll listen to your profound insights."

Han Mingxuan took a sip of tea and continued, "A teacher's role is to impart knowledge, teach skills, and resolve doubts."

"As Teachers, we must guide students onto the right path, fill their hearts with hope, instill reverence for life, encourage them to resist, dare to question, be pragmatic and truthful, uphold integrity and innovate, and create a better future."

"So what?"

"For idealists, the world's demands are too harsh, and the mountain of trivial matters makes it difficult to move forward."

"But it's different here. I have nothing else to do here; I just need to teach and nurture students, which has allowed me, an idealist, to truly become an idealist."

"Therefore, from the very beginning, I was different from you filthy creatures from the cesspool."

Boom!

Suddenly, dark clouds gathered outside the manor, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

All the lights in the room went out, leaving only shadows that flickered in and out of existence with the flashes of lightning.

Even if these three individuals were reincarnated in the real world, their limited power could still influence reality.

"Look at you, you're just like the environment you're in now."

"The night is eternal, and no one can stop it, young man," Nurgle said slowly.

His tone remained gentle, but the chilling coldness in his words, like maggots clinging to bones, sent shivers down one's spine.

As the oldest god, Nurgle experienced all of this transformation process in its entirety.

He transformed from the God of Life in the Empyrean into the Father of Plagues in the Warp.

For him, Han Mingxuan, a pure and steadfast idealist from an ancient era, was so glaring, so enviable, and so repulsive!

In the darkness, three pairs of eyes lit up.

The green eyes were shrouded in black mist, the red eyes were almost dripping blood, and the blue eyes were dim and unfathomable.

They were like venomous snakes in the dark, staring intently at Han Mingxuan.

Smack

A crisp metallic sound rang out.

It was a metal lighter.

Laugh!

Han Mingxuan lit a small match.

The moment the flame appeared, the small area was illuminated.

But hidden within the warm yellow of the flames are Nurgle's Garden of Nurgle, Khorne's Bloody Gladiator's Arena, and Tzeentch's Trillion Layers of Labyrinth.

The match drew closer and closer until finally, Han Mingxuan used the nearly burnt-out match to light a Lamp.

Wow.

The moment the wick ignited, a strong wind suddenly swept through the room, determined to extinguish the flame.

"I set light upon Chaos, and reduce the power of night to nothingness."

Han Mingxuan's voice rang out softly, and finally, the match lit the wick.

Coax.

The lamp was lit.

The room lit up, and all the illusions vanished.

"You're challenging the entire world; that's not a wise move."

It's Khorne.

"Don't you love these scenes of swords being wielded against the strong? Or are you ultimately just using warriors as your executioners?"

"You hypocritical coward!"

Look me in the eyes and answer me!

Khorne didn't look at him; he just stared at the lamp.

Khorne is very painful.

Han Mingxuan's actions represent the struggle of an idealist.

In his view, Han Mingxuan didn't even have a decent weapon, but his spirit of resistance was so pure.

It was like a sharp knife, piercing Khorne's heart.

"Stubborn idealists, this world is inherently dark; your glimmer of light is meaningless."

"As long as there is a breath of life, hope will never die."

"Only through continuous self-improvement can life flourish."

Tzeentch stood up, solemnly straightened his clothes, and then bowed to Han Mingxuan.

"Been taught a lesson."

Tzeentch left first.

"Young man, you are a stubborn idealist, and that's admirable."

"But in any case, you will leave this world; that being will not allow you to stay here for too long."

"Seize the day, for nothing else matters."

"Heh heh heh, old idealist, when you die, I will prepare a grand funeral for you."

Nurgle also left.

Then came Khorne.

He looked at the lamp, and he also looked at Han Mingxuan.

"You're braver than me to go against the world."

"I'm looking forward to seeing how you perform. Fight back, don't let yourself be crushed."

"My path is not lonely, and those who resist never bow their heads."

"Then let's settle this in the arena."

The three Warp Gods have left, and everything here has returned to normal.

The lamp disappeared along with it.

But deep within Han Mingxuan's consciousness, an oil lamp appeared.

"They're finally gone. My throat is dry from talking."

Han Mingxuan took a sip of tea and let out a long breath.

"Jia, I think we need to prepare for the next phase of the plan."

Jia did not respond.

Could something have gone wrong?

"Jia?"

Han Mingxuan turned around and looked at Jia was standing there blankly beside him.

Just as they were about to check her soul state, Jia moved.

"You're amazing, Mr. Han!"

A breeze blew by, carrying warmth and the fragrance of flowers.

Soft, but suffocating.

Boom!

Sevatar kicked the door open, arriving late.

"Uncle..."

Sevatar immediately shut up, and Jia stared at him coldly, as if looking at a corpse.

Finally Sevatar quietly slipped out, ignoring Han Mingxuan's pleas for help, and closed the door behind him.