I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1329: Preferring to Be an Ordinary Person

Amid the cheerful sounds echoing in the classroom, Yi Feng experienced a rare feeling of tranquility and ease he hadn't known in ages.

He felt like he was back in his old, steady days—free from heavy concerns, without the chaos of frantic pursuits. For now, he pushed all troubles aside, drifting into what seemed like a serene illusion.

Right then, his physical form and spirit mirrored those of an ordinary person completely.

Grasping the pair of bamboo baskets, Yi Feng grinned and voiced his gratitude.

"Thank you, Miss Wei."

Upon hearing him, Wei Xiaowei’s cheeks turned pink, and she dipped into another bow.

"Master Yi, you're being far too courteous."

"Everyone in town will be overjoyed that you've agreed to take this modest gift from us. Sorry for bothering you; I'll stay outside the school to wait."

Yi Feng felt somewhat puzzled.

Was it possible...

That she had yet another present, setting up a small, delightful twist?

Driven by intrigue, just as the girl was about to depart, he called out to inquire.

"Miss Wei, is there anything more?"

The instant he asked, the kids at the rear of the room let out soft giggles, observing with eager, meddlesome looks.

Sensing the focused stares, a flash of alarm appeared in Wei Xiaowei’s gaze, her lovely features growing even more scarlet.

Gazing at Yi Feng’s composed and striking visage, she mustered the bravery to reply at last.

"Master Yi."

"You stand as the immense savior of our Qinghe Town. By instructing the children in literacy, you're granting them a fresh start in life. Folks hold your benevolence deep inside; these provisions and essentials barely scratch the surface of our thanks."

"So, after talking it over, we've asked the Old Patriarch to instruct you in cultivation!"

Cultivation?

These startling words left Yi Feng utterly stunned.

He hadn't dreamed that, on top of all these gifts, the townsfolk still worried their repayment fell short and genuinely aimed to guide him into cultivation...

Facing this reality, Yi Feng found himself at a loss for words briefly.

As the proverb states, repay a drop of aid with a flood of return.

Countless individuals know these words, yet scarcely any live by them.

Greed often clouds judgment; as power grows, the true self fades, justice is cast aside, and allies become foes. How many hold onto 'gratitude' in memory, much less act on it?

In the treacherous realm of cultivation, Qinghe Town's residents remained modest and faced hardships, but they still grasped and honored kindness. These pure, upright traditions stood out as exceptionally valuable.

Still, amid this generous offer, Yi Feng sensed a tough dilemma.

Did he, in his present state, require cultivation anymore?

Having endured endless trials and shattered countless so-called elites—even dismissing Cangyuan Hall as trivial—he had pierced the veil of it all and recognized his unmatched might.

Across this world, no being likely surpassed him in strength.

Supreme power breeds isolation; such is the plight of the mighty.

The chance of finding death had nearly vanished.

If choice were his, he'd prefer mortality.

As a mere mortal, ending it would be effortless, like flipping a palm; any stray cultivator could fell him instantly, fulfilling that cursed system task.

Yet here he was.

Yi Feng had released all attachments, his inner world calm and undisturbed.

This serenity stemmed from a mindset forged through endless trials. It carried a touch of resignation, but lay beyond the grasp of average souls. The classroom kids could scarcely fathom these depths, perhaps never in their lives.

At the mention of the Old Patriarch, the children brimmed with awe and excitement!

"Wow!"

"The Old Patriarch will guide the Master in cultivation! He'll turn incredibly strong down the line!"

"No doubt about it! The Master is brilliant, and under the Old Patriarch's tutelage, he'll rise to a grand, mighty figure!"

The kids' astonished exclamations pulled Yi Feng from his thoughtful reverie.

Confronted by Miss Wei's fervent plea, he could only offer a courteous answer.

"Your kind intentions touch me, Miss Wei."

"That said, I'm merely a humble teacher. I find joy and fulfillment in daily lessons and nurturing minds. Why push me toward cultivation?"

Wei Xiaowei froze at his words, worry etching into her eyes.

"Master Yi, that's not the way!"

"Qinghe Town sits hemmed by peaks on three flanks, with demon beasts lurking frequently. Though you're an esteemed scholar who can build a life through wisdom, bypassing the immortal path or the toil of common folk, a basic cultivation foundation for self-defense would let you escape peril..."

So, their concern was for his protection; the thought behind it rang sincere.

Nevertheless.

Trivial demon beasts posed no threat. Regardless of their ferocity, in his sight, they were mere illusions—vanishing like mist at a mere brush.

Yi Feng gave a gentle nod and turned it down.

"I understand."

"My thanks to everyone for this goodwill; I'm deeply moved. Yet I hold no desire for cultivation. Please convey my regrets to them, Miss Wei."

Faced with his indifferent tone, Miss Wei and the children gazed in shock.

After moments passed, astonishment, eagerness, and frustration crossed their features. A wave of letdown hit them—like hoping to forge steel from iron—as though student and teacher roles had flipped.

The children jumped to their feet in distress, voices overlapping.

"Master, how could you abandon the immortal path so easily!"

"Haven't you taught us to confront challenges directly?"

"Master, cultivation takes effort, sure, but with this golden chance, you ought to seize it!"

Wei Xiaowei's face grew solemn as she advanced, her tone pressing.

"Master Yi, think again..."

"The Old Patriarch reigns as Qinghe Town's top powerhouse, unmatched over centuries. His wisdom runs deep, his cultivation beyond measure. Talents from afar flock to him but rarely earn discipleship, and even his local kin's youth don't all receive his direct counsel."

"We implored the Old Patriarch, and learning of your work with the town's kids—opening doors for everyday youths and easing family burdens—he finally consented."

"Countless would covet this shot; you can't let it slip away!"

Her insistence grew sharper. The once-still children nodded vigorously, shedding their typical compliance amid this crisis.

Even the usual troublemakers pushed forward boldly.

"Sister Wei speaks true! Master, weigh this wisely!"

"Right, you can't turn down such a boon!"

Yi Feng smiled as he heard them out, eyeing the rascal at his side.

"Cultivation demands more than you think, I suspect. It won't be the breeze you imagine."

He understood all too well: immortality's allure faded for him into a bitter "farce." Had he foreseen this unbreakable state, he'd have shunned the path entirely.

But the boy seemed skeptical, craning his neck and flaring his eyes in disbelief!

"Master, you're mistaken there!"

"With the Old Patriarch's pointers, cultivation will prove far easier. My father always called him a fabled Martial Spirit master, the mightiest in Qinghe Town!"

"Guided by such a titan, how tough could it be?!"

His words hung in the air, leaving even Yi Feng taken aback.

A Martial Spirit master, then...

Such a rank commanded awe among mortals, a force his past self would have dreaded. No surprise they urged him relentlessly to train under the Old Patriarch.

By every measure, this was a priceless prospect, the stuff of envy.

With his keen pupils encircling him, and Miss Wei unyielding in her stance, Yi Feng sighed softly and yielded.

"Alright..."

"If you all feel so strongly, I'll attempt it."

As soon as he spoke, joy bloomed across every face.

The innocent young ones beamed with delight. Though Yi Feng claimed the fortune, their happiness outshone as if it were theirs. The kids' unspoiled warmth shone bright, their jubilant shouts shaking the modest yard.