I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1300: Is Every Star a Genius

The cave dwellings of the outer sect were thrown into an extraordinary frenzy, as messages flew ceaselessly between the scattered immortal isles. These astonishing happenings had shocked innumerable cultivators, but they proved powerless to disturb the majestic Heavenly Palace soaring far overhead.

Amid the myriad immortal isles, the Heavenly Palace, enveloped in glowing mists, gazed imperiously over everything below. All the noise from afar was blocked out by invincible barrier arrays. Only select disciples with special medallions could gain entry, and only if they held a position of high regard.

That holy domain, akin to a luminous moon, stood as the heart of Fengxue Island.

True elites were those alone deemed worthy to tread the grounds of the Heavenly Palace. Moreover, anything or anyone referenced by the powerhouses inside it bore immense importance. A mere disturbance from the outer sect could never hope to ripple the serenity of this realm.

Right at this instant.

In the tiered halls of the Heavenly Palace, two figures stepped into a chamber off to the side. They clasped their hands in salute to the figure seated above, detailing all they had witnessed and learned on Lanxing.

Though their account stretched on at length, the strikingly cold woman who sat quietly kept her face utterly serene the whole time.

Not even the news of fiendish beasts on Lanxing stirred any shift in this competent woman's demeanor. To her, such incidents seemed of little consequence, just run-of-the-mill happenings.

It was only once the pair completed their briefing that she placed her teacup aside and gradually raised her icy gaze.

"The demon race has been growing more restless as of late. You must sharpen your watchfulness and avoid any lapse in duty. I shall handle reporting this myself."

The pair inclined their heads deeply, their expressions brimming with awe.

The man paused for several moments before gathering the nerve to offer a suggestion.

"Honored One Yuwen Qianyue, on this journey, we crossed paths with a cultivator from Lanxing called Yi Feng. He displays outstanding innate gifts and a fine disposition, which prompted us to escort him to the outer sect. He stands out as a true gem of talent..."

The woman at his side, hands also cupped, added her agreement with careful phrasing.

"Honored One, your judgment is spot on. He truly seems like prime stock for growth."

Lanxing ranked as a simple mortal world, woefully lacking compared to Yuanxing's bounties. Still, for it to yield a cultivator who felled demonic entities, his aptitudes required no further praise; labeling him a prodigy fit perfectly. Without question, he warranted focused nurturing.

They regarded Yi Feng with high favor, leading to this direct and personal pitch. They simply couldn't bear the thought of such a scarce talent withering away from scarce supplies. This arose from both their own wish to help and a noble regard for humanity's broader cause.

Yet.

Following their eager plea, the woman on her seat replied with cool detachment.

"Gaining access to Fengxue Island already marks his utmost luck, the peak fortune of his existence. Absent the demon race's ongoing turmoil, which demands swift training of powerhouses for defense, and the rare allowance for those from mortal worlds to join in, how else would he seize this chance?"

“Now that he’s joined us, have him stay put in the outer sect for the time being. Under the outer sect’s spirit-rich grounds and through steady practice, he ought to develop into something of value. Though he may pale against natives of our Yuanxing, he won’t end up entirely feeble.”

Her chilly remarks stayed as aloof as always, with that air of authority subtly radiating.

The two dipped their heads even further, their veneration unchanged.

Though her statements rang harshly practical, they sparked no shock in them, nor any trace of bias.

Yuwen Qianyue shone as a radiant prodigy and now occupied the revered role of Honored One on Fengxue Island, managing numerous outer sect followers. Even they answered to her directives.

She had emerged as an unrivaled talent from birth. Entering the Desolate Realm had been effortless for her in those days. Her outlook and decisions thus stemmed from an elevated perspective. Run-of-the-mill cultivators from lesser worlds seldom drew her interest; overlooking one from a mortal realm was par for the course.

Mortal worlds offered such scant nourishment. Those emerging from such humble orbs lagged far behind in both gifts and progress, by no small margin. Drawing her notice was a near impossibility.

Now, absorbing Yuwen Qianyue's remote declaration, the two raised no protest.

Still.

Thinking back on Yi Feng's distinctive traits, the man pressed on and voiced his thoughts once more.

"Honored One Yuwen Qianyue, pardon my boldness."

"That Yi Feng, despite hailing from Lanxing, managed to eliminate two powerful demonic entities. This alone confirms his exceptional innate prowess. Furthermore, his words come across as calm and assured, and he boldly owned up to dispatching a Star Lord, showing his deeds are straightforward and honorable. His resolve and poise are praiseworthy as well."

A figure like this, even with his present level hampered—blame the limits of his birthplace—holds real potential in every other way. Should we invest supplies to train him, in due course, he’ll undoubtedly rise to prominence!

His fervent speech tumbled out in a rush.

Most upon hearing such acclaim and description would feel taken aback and perhaps decide to look into Yi Feng, checking if this cultivator from a mortal world really harbored standout merits.

Regrettably.

To Yuwen Qianyue's ears, these statements still weighed lightly.

Those sharp eyes stayed utterly unmoved, without a single flicker. Her delicate hand rose leisurely to grasp the Starlight Meteor Sand teapot. The steaming brew cascaded in a flawless curve, filling the cup like scattering jade beads.

The seamless action betrayed no flaw. Paired with the exact lift of her slender hand, it formed a captivating scene even from afar.

After moments of quiet, the two stood with hands clasped, their minds churning with worry.

Yuwen Qianyue, in no haste, completed preparing the scented tea. A single look pierced straight to the yearnings hidden in their gazes.

The urge to nurture promise was commendable indeed, yet how many peerless wonders could the world truly birth?

Particularly from just a mortal realm?

Yuwen Qianyue had pierced the veil of existence long ago. No common soul lingered in her sight. She uttered her response deliberately, her voice still frosty.

"A cultivator from a mortal star merits no special investment from us."

"To forge genuine elites, we'd do better to choose one like An Shixuan. Though his personality falls short, his progress and gifts suffice. That makes him worthy of the name."

"Against An Shixuan, how does the mortal star cultivator you describe measure up?"

With these words dropping, both of them stared in growing distress.

"Honored One, this...?"

"An Shixuan, what sort of heritage does he boast? What endless supplies has he claimed since youth? Yi Feng comes from a mere mortal star. How could anyone set him alongside a young master from a mighty lineage..."

"Exactly, the gap in rank and roots between them yawns too wide. Were Yi Feng granted the same aids, he might stand equal or better by now. Going forward, if we draw him into proper training, he’s bound to accomplish great feats!"

Watching their fervor build, as though they’d truly unearthed a marvel, Yuwen Qianyue at last ran out of tolerance. She leveled a remote stare at them and declared.

"This Honored One has made her decision. Speak of this no further."

One firm line quelled all their reluctance!

Regardless of the sorrow they harbored, this Honored One's decree stood as iron law, brooking no challenge.

The two managed only a deep bow and readied themselves to depart.

In that precise instant.

A prized disciple hurried in through the hall's doors, token in hand, and swiftly saluted with clasped fists!

"Honored One!"

"Dire news! An Shixuan clashed with a fresh outer sect arrival. His limbs are all shattered!"

Whoosh!

The serious announcement spun the two around, fury igniting in their eyes.

Yuwen Qianyue, by contrast, stayed remarkably composed, as if this were routine.

"Him again."

"How severe are the fresh disciple's wounds? Can the lost limbs be restored? Might it hinder his ongoing practice and mental balance?"

After her brief, icy queries, the two onlookers sighed to themselves.

In this realm, might rules all. That's the unyielding fact.

Though An Shixuan's nature proved vile, his aptitudes and advances excelled, earning him greater focus. Even amid grave mischief, Honored One Yuwen, bound by wider concerns, couldn't scold him severely and instead fretted over the hapless frail newcomer.

Sadly, the truth proved harsher.

Even as the two inwardly lamented their powerlessness, the saluting disciple shifted uncomfortably!

"Re...reporting to the Honored One!"

"The one whose arms and legs are broken... is An Shixuan!"

Huh?

All three froze in shock, their eyes bulging wide in a flash.