I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1

Executing a series of techniques—stepping upon the Seven Stars, striding across the tiger, delivering double strikes with a hundred overhead lotuses, and finishing with the vajra pestle...

The entire sequence of Tai Chi movements was performed with the fluid grace of running water. Shaking out his grey robes, Yi Feng returned to a standing posture.

"Hmm!"

"That was as smooth as drifting clouds. Truly impressive!"

Yi Feng praised himself, feeling a sense of deep satisfaction as he reviewed his performance. Given his current mastery and profound insight into martial arts, he was certain he would be hailed as a grandmaster back in the modern world.

However, in his current situation...

It was utterly pointless.

With a helpless shake of his head, Yi Feng brushed the dust from his clothes, grabbed a ceramic kettle, and settled into a reclining chair.

Two decades had passed since he transmigrated into this realm. It was a world fundamentally different from his previous life—a land of Cultivation where might made right. Here, masters could obliterate cities or shift mountains with a casual gesture, and plucking stars from the sky with bare hands was a trivial feat.

In his past life, Yi Feng was just an ordinary man running a fried chicken shop. Upon arriving here, he was initially consumed by ambition and passion. He dreamed of achieving greatness and perhaps finding a few female cultivators even more radiant than celebrities to share a luxurious life with.

To his dismay, he discovered he was born with blocked Meridians, making him completely unfit for Cultivation.

"Ding—Fist technique perfected. Reached a level comparable with the gods."

The system notification rang in his mind, but Yi Feng remained entirely indifferent. In fact, he felt a sudden urge to curse at it.

"Host: Yi Feng"

"Age: 20"

"Cultivation Level: Mortal"

Achievements:

"Fist technique (comparable with gods)"

"Sword technique (comparable with gods)"

"Staff technique (comparable with gods)"

"Blade technique (comparable with gods)"

"Palm technique (comparable with gods)"

"Blacksmithing (comparable with gods)"

"Calligraphy and Painting (comparable with gods)"

"Healing (comparable with gods)"

...

Indeed, a golden finger had accompanied Yi Feng’s arrival in this world.

Yet, this system provided nothing related to actual Cultivation. It merely granted him a martial arts hall, and every advancement it offered was strictly tied to the mundane skills of that hall.

Through years of diligent practice and the system's assistance, Yi Feng had maxed out these skills to the "comparable with gods" tier.

While the title sounded divine, in his old world, it would have merely made him a famous face on television.

In a world like this, what was the point?

Forget about true experts; even a bottom-tier martial artist could likely knock him out with a single blow.

After years of resentment, complaining, and bitter struggles, Yi Feng had finally come to terms with his lot. If Cultivation was impossible, so be it. Living a quiet life on his small plot of land as a grandmaster—or rather, a salted fish—wasn't such a terrible fate.

He had even consoled himself with the thought that real Cultivation might be too much to handle. He would have to risk his life in mystic realms and engage in deadly feuds with different Sects, potentially dying at any moment.

Glancing at the bright sunlight, Yi Feng gave a lazy stretch and unlatched the doors to his shop.

He then brought out a stack of martial arts manuals he had illustrated himself and set them out for display.

This was actually his primary means of support, as very few people sought him out for actual martial arts training. Even commoners in this world managed to absorb a bit of spiritual Qi over time, likely making them stronger than he was.

Selling these "martial arts manuals" allowed him to keep his head above water.

Business was neither booming nor dead; it was just enough to get by.

Most customers, of course, simply purchased them as colorful picture books or bedtime stories for their children.

"There seems to be an influx of cultivators lately!" Yi Feng remarked with a sigh, watching streaks of light flash across the distant sky.

He lacked the ability to cultivate, but he lived in close proximity to those who did. Two major Sects were located not far from Pingjiang City, and their disciples frequently visited the city to stock up on supplies.

"Word is that the patriarchs of the Qingtian Sect and the Xuanwu Sect have a life-or-death duel scheduled in three days. Countless cultivators from across Nan Sha are flocking here to witness it," a neighboring street vendor, who was friendly with Yi Feng, shared.

"Is that so?"

Yi Feng gave a simple nod and turned his attention elsewhere. Such matters were irrelevant to someone like him.

"Sister, look at these books! They're so unusual. I've never seen anything like them."

At that moment, a pair of figures—one tall and one short—stopped in front of his stall.

The smaller girl wore her hair in braids. Though she was still young, it was clear she would grow into a stunning beauty. Her bright, inquisitive eyes scanned the martial arts manuals Yi Feng had laid out.

The woman accompanying her was of a different sort entirely.

Clad in white, she possessed an ethereal, otherworldly grace and incomparable beauty. However, she carried an aura of freezing cold, as if she were carved from ice and determined to keep the world at a distance.

"Cultivators!"

Yi Feng was surprised as he looked them over.

It wasn't just their looks; he hadn't expected actual cultivators to stop at his stall. This was a first for him.

Luo Lan Xue, the woman in white, shifted her gaze toward Yi Feng.

He sat there in a relaxed manner, his grey robes perfectly clean. A subtle smile played on his refined face, giving him an air of someone detached from worldly concerns.

To her, he seemed very at peace.

"What a shame. He is merely a mortal."

Luo Lan Xue quickly looked away, a flicker of disdain crossing her features. No matter how dignified a mortal might appear, they were nothing more than ants in her eyes.

"Sister, can I please have one?" the little girl, Yin Luo Li, asked. She blinked at Luo Lan Xue with a pleading expression.

Luo Lan Xue’s brow furrowed slightly.

Her Master was set to duel the Xuanwu Sect's patriarch in three days. While the public believed them to be evenly matched, as the Master's primary disciple, she knew the Master's chances of survival were less than twenty percent.

With the Qingtian Sect facing such a crisis, she found it frustrating that her junior sister was distracted by trivial items.

"Luo Li, we are leaving," Luo Lan Xue said firmly.

"But Sister, I really want it!"

Yin Luo Li pouted, her expression turning pitiful.

"Luo Li, we have no time to waste. Besides, we are cultivators. What could a mere mortal possibly have that would be of any value to us?" Luo Lan Xue scolded.

Yi Feng’s expression soured.

That was quite a rude thing to say.

Yin Luo Li hung her head, her eyes filling with tears, yet she remained stubbornly planted in front of the stall, refusing to budge.

Luo Lan Xue’s face remained frosty. She was at a loss for how to handle her junior sister's persistence.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a gold coin to Yi Feng, snatched up a manual, and began to lead Yin Luo Li away.

"Wait, one gold coin isn't enough!" Yi Feng called out as he looked at the coin.

Luo Lan Xue shot him a look so cold it froze the words in his throat. He could only mutter awkwardly, "Fine, fine. The little girl is cute enough, I'll just consider it a gift for her!"

Once they were out of range, Yi Feng made a rude gesture toward their retreating backs.

If he weren't so powerless, he would have taught them a thing or two about manners!

Having secured her manual, Yin Luo Li was overjoyed, her previous sadness forgotten. She began to flip through the pages with excitement.

"Wow, Sister! This book is fascinating!" Yin Luo Li cried out in wonder.

Luo Lan Xue paid her no mind. It was just a mortal's picture book; there was nothing worth seeing.

"Sister, Sister, you have to look!" Yin Luo Li tugged at Luo Lan Xue’s hand, acting spoiled. "It’s really amazing, look!"

Luo Lan Xue’s patience finally snapped.

With her Sect's future hanging by a thread, she had no interest in such nonsense. She turned to reprimand Yin Luo Li once more, but her eyes accidentally caught a glimpse of the corner of the manual.

In that heartbeat, her entire body convulsed.

She felt an overwhelming, terrifying force surge toward her. Her face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she coughed up a spray of blood.