I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1296: The Glory Unimagined by the World
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
With Gui Wanhai staring at him like some kind of freak, Yi Feng sensed chills creeping up his spine.
He hurriedly shook his hands and started clarifying things right away.
"No!"
"I have zero interest in becoming a Star Master. I've already smashed that token to pieces. Anyone who wants the role can take it. Oh, and earlier, a couple of those so-called Sub-Star Fate Envoys showed up, and I took them out as well..."
"Besides you, nobody else knows about the token. This whole trouble won't come crashing down on me!"
Hiss...
In mere moments, Gui Wanhai drew in a sharp breath, utterly floored!
He'd not just wrecked the token—he'd slain the Sub-Star Fate Envoys too?!
My goodness, brother...
At this moment.Finally, it hit him how limited his understanding and cultivation level really were. The difference between him and Yi Feng stretched far beyond mere skies and earth!
Dumbfounded, he remained seated in a daze for what felt like forever, speechless in his awe, and even the words "Brother Yi" on his lips now carried an immense gravity.
What a privilege.
Regardless, forging a bond with someone of this caliber was a blessing few could even dream of!
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Shadow Island.
The lively heart of the city.
As darkness settled in, a group of laborers wrapped up their day and strolled side by side. Despite the grueling hours, they stayed sharp in their uniforms and brimmed with energy.
They moved under towering buildings that scraped the heavens and navigated the brilliant glow of neon signs, their faces lit with joyful grins. A brief flash of longing crossed their eyes before eager visions of tomorrow took over.
"Shadow Island keeps evolving day by day!"
"Guys, do you reckon our dorms will one day match this splendor?"
"Absolutely!"
"Exactly! With enough effort, we'll climb the Great Dao for sure. Our days ahead will only improve!"
The foreman, Xiong Fen, gave a nod and a grin, offering words like a wise guide.
"Well said, you're quick learners."
"Truth be told, when I first arrived on Shadow Island as team leader, things weren't nearly this thriving. My cultivation back then was laughably weak. But through sheer diligence, I climbed step by step to my current spot, landing gigs in the city core and guiding my crew toward brighter futures. I never imagined this in my wildest dreams before!"
"We owe it to keep pushing forward with gratitude!"
Nangong Yifang, ladder slung over his shoulder, absorbed it all with sparkling eyes and a face brimming with hope.
"The Team Leader's spot on!"
"Hard work guarantees brighter tomorrows! Nothing in the world rivals Shadow Island. This is our prime shot, and we can't waste it!"
After only a handful of days on the job.
Nangong Yifang had tasted the perks of Shadow Island firsthand. His cultivation had surged ahead, his wisdom deepened, and even the everyday work gear and items handed out were treasures beyond his prior reach.
Chances like these fired up anyone's spirit!
Even more jaw-dropping, construction labor was just an entry-level gig. With dedication and progress, endless doors to the Great Dao awaited!
Catching these motivating lines, Xiong Fen and his boy displayed nods of approval.
"Nice."
"Master Nangong gets it fast. Grasping so much in days points to endless potential. No surprise from a Lan Star native like us."
Nangong Yifang dipped his head with a modest grin, keeping his poise humble.
"Team Leader, Deputy, you're too kind."
"How could I measure up to you both? Joining Shadow Island and working under your guidance is my real fortune."
Neither boastful nor hasty, with sharp insight.
Even subtler digs into his history hadn't rattled his devotion.
His refined manner and words earned Xiong Zhong's fresh admiration.
"Yes, excellent."
"Master Nangong clearly held a notable rank before. Everyone, take notes from him."
At those words, shame flickered in Nangong Yifang's gaze.
"Team Leader's teasing me..."
"My history's nothing special. Without the luck of joining Shadow Island, I'd have stayed a narrow-minded fool! I hope my teammates don't judge. Let's unite under the Team Leader to build up Shadow Island!"
His earnest, lowly tone instantly captured the team's respect.
Nods of accord rang out, soaking the spot in cheer.
Xiong Zhong beamed with satisfaction and swept his arm boldly.
"Outstanding!"
"You all nailed today's tasks, and your mindsets are sharpening. As leader, I'm thrilled. My treat for midnight eats in West City!"
His bold declaration ignited the mood to its peak, sparking wild cheers from the crew.
In this heartfelt, lively vibe.
Nangong Yifang felt deeply touched, sensing fate's favor. He'd cast off his old Star Master shell, embraced renewal, and let go of his former Sub-Star dreams amid the merriment.
Those pathetic elites paled against Shadow Island!
Now, his sole focus was unwavering service to Shadow Island and boundless awe for the fabled "Sir." Yet he wouldn't dare dream of meeting such a supreme powerhouse.
In this existence, crossing paths with one of Sir's direct followers during fieldwork would be a memory to cherish eternally.
Amid his stirred feelings and delight.
The crew wandered the uncommonly quiet city hub, crossing a key crossroads, their gazes alight with boundless thrill.
Nangong Yifang shone brightest.
Just glimpsing the statue's rear in the crossroads' central garden stirred his thrilled wonder.
"Team Leader, if I may ask boldly, why a flower patch and statue on such premium city turf? Who is this personal disciple the statue honors?"
Xiong Zhong halted, reverence flooding his eyes.
"Watch your words!"
"No disciple gets a statue! This one's carved from Sir's actual form, for Shadow Island folk to honor and adore. Those exotic blooms and herbs are tributes from all. With time, it grew into this garden!"
Hearing that, the team swelled with reverence and pride!
Xiong Zhong then eased his voice, speaking with deep feeling.
"You came late and missed nighttime passes by this holy site, skipping the liquid crystal screen's wonders. Shameful miss. When the sacred relic, the liquid crystal screen, debuted, Sir's image and worldly scenes played out in it. The whole isle bowed nonstop—pure exhilaration!"
"Since luck brought us here tonight, come with me to bow to Sir's statue. Next chance, I'll show you the screen's marvels."
Taking in the tale, the group buzzed with uncontainable hype, fidgeting restlessly.
Nangong Yifang swiftly dropped his ladder, smoothed his clothes with care, and trailed the others.
Circling the garden to the front was but steps away, yet it sent his pulse racing, nerves tingling like a youth's first thrill.
At the statue's face, Xiong Fen and son guided the bows.
Yet Nangong Yifang locked in place abruptly.
The carving breathed life, a godly feat of art. But the face... the longer he stared, the more it rang bells, like a ghost from memory...
After a few intense breaths.
Nangong Yifang's expression froze, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
The features stayed fixed, merging perfectly with his recollections!
This!
This was the outer realm cultivator who'd visited the Divine Palace before?!
Nangong Yifang gaped, refusing to accept it. He rooted there in shock, legs turned to stone!
That outer cultivator was the Master...
No surprise.
No wonder his might had crushed everything that day, far beyond any Lanxing fringe practitioner!
No wonder a Star Lord like him back then couldn't glimpse the man's origins.
It clicked perfectly.
He'd actually challenged the Master? He'd courted death! Worse, he'd shoved the Star Lord's chaos onto the Master?!
Thump!
That realization gripped Nangong Yifang's chest tight!
A tidal wave of dread crashed through his thoughts. Though crowds bustled by, his mind blanked out, echoing only thunderous booms!
Doomed...
This spells total ruin!
Blind fool! Scheming against the Master, even smug about his "clever" death wish! He'd invited this catastrophe!
Not just losing this golden path forever, but how to make amends for such blasphemy?!
After mere breaths of paralysis, Nangong Yifang paled like death.
Brushing off his team's confused stares, he fired off a quivering transmission with unsteady fingers, then bolted in a frantic scramble.
Soon enough.
Drenched in sweat like a storm, Nangong Yifang dashed to the park and dropped to his knees lakeside.
"You two!"
"Please, tell me—what's the filthiest, toughest role on Shadow Island? For old ties' sake, guide me! I'd owe you forever!"
Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian glanced back puzzled, replying offhand.
"Filthiest and toughest?"
"Here on Shadow Island, that's likely the Night Soil Brigade still. What's up?"
The instant they said it.
Nangong Yifang's mouth quivered wildly. He lurched up in frenzy, kowtowing nonstop.
"I... I... I'm at fault! I've committed grave wrong!"
"I need to repent! I must make amends!"
"Starting today, I'll enlist in the Night Soil Brigade! Hauling waste daily to purge my guilt! Thanks to you both, so much thanks..."
Chanting it repeatedly, Nangong Yifang lurched off unsteadily, vanishing into the dark.
Staring at the odd scene, the elders stood perplexed.
"He okay? Looks... off his rocker..."
"Tch. Just days on Shadow Island, and he's eyeing the Night Soil Brigade? Too eager by half. Mind's probably warped."
"This geezer still clueless, grabbing wildly like that. Shame, ignoring our elder's kind words. Total disaster."
"Fate's decree for him."
The pair shook heads with feeling, eyes heavy with regret.
Eyeing the lake's starry mirror, as if fate unfolded wide, they settled their spirits and resumed their serene, fulfilling angling.
They'd long grasped that Shadow Island alone promised infinite paths. Embracing one's place with joy paved the way to the Great Dao. All hinged on destiny's hidden hand.
Outer world's trifles? Beneath notice now.