I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1330: Limited Natural Talent

Afternoon had arrived.

Even though it was the moment for classes to dismiss and lunch to commence, the youngsters showed no sign of departing. Rather, they clustered beyond the courtyard entrance, lingering in quiet eagerness for the judgment echoing from the interior.

The typical troublemakers among them refrained from sneaking glances through the door's gaps.

After all, the esteemed Old Clan Leader was personally present in the courtyard right now.

This famed Martial Spirit master represented a divine figure in Qinghe Town. The children regarded him with utter reverence, curbing their innate inquisitiveness.

Given that the day's resolution involved their instructor, they felt even greater tension and compliance. They stood patiently outside the school building, silently wishing that Mr. Yi would gain the Old Clan Leader's tutelage.

While tension hung heavy and silence prevailed beyond the entrance, serenity enveloped the courtyard within.

The elder with flowing white hair, vigorous and robust, rested calmly at the wooden table, caressing his beard while appraising the figure opposite him.

His keen gaze examined the young man for numerous moments, and after deep reflection, he detected no extraordinary qualities in the fellow seated across from him. The youth merely held the average foundation of an ordinary mortal.

It wasn't an overstatement to claim that such talent ranked below average even in Qinghe Town.

Nevertheless, the elder displayed no contempt; a warm smile lingered on his features.

He inclined his head and addressed him cordially.

"Hmm, not bad."

"Mr. Yi, your looks are striking and your bearing elegant. I've caught wind of your latest actions, and meeting you now affirms you're a true erudite scholar."

He began with compliments, showing neither the haughtiness of a higher power nor the airs of a Martial Spirit master. He came across more as a benevolent senior or kin, his gaze shining with warmth, evidently holding Yi Feng—the town's sole educator—in high esteem.

Only afterward did he broach the harsh reality.

"However..."

"It appears you've crossed twenty years. Your foundation is fixed, and your spiritual aptitude remains constrained. Without a top-tier Body Tempering Pill to challenge fate and alter your destiny, success might prove elusive."

"Sadly, Body Tempering Pills are exceedingly rare. Perhaps only mighty clans and aristocratic houses hold them. Even I lack the means to obtain one."

"Should you pursue the immortal path, I doubt you'd reach lofty heights. It wouldn't serve you well."

The elder's blunt statements carried a sharp edge, but following his earlier acclaim, they landed more softly. His keen insight into feelings shone through, a testament to his extensive years.

His reasoning and sentiment aligned perfectly without flaw.

Yi Feng absorbed the words with composure and held his tongue for now. Yet Wei Xiaowei, positioned near the table, appeared fretful. She edged closer, offering a timid bow.

"Old Clan Leader, this..."

Her words had scarcely escaped when the elder noted her unease. With a grin, he gestured dismissively.

"No hurry, no hurry."

"Though the immortal path doesn't suit him, under my direction, picking up some defensive skills will come easily. Down the line, if a demonic beast crosses his path by chance, he'll safeguard himself."

"And while he stays in Qinghe Town, the whole community will shield him."

With that assurance, Wei Xiaowei exhaled in relief at last.

Noting Yi Feng's prolonged quiet, she paused briefly before bending near to murmur encouragements with a gentle smile.

"Sir, cultivation's road isn't something to force, so don't feel down..."

"The Old Clan Leader noted your scholarly depth. Scholarly prowess stands as the greatest treasure, and you've already outshone most folks in our Qinghe Town."

"Soon, after gaining self-defense from the Old Clan Leader, you'll excel in both letters and combat, emerging as a standout in our town!"

"Should trouble arise, we'll stand by you. Plus, my own cultivation holds real power, and my residence lies close to the school. I'll ensure your constant protection..."

Her tone softened toward the close. She dipped her faintly flushed cheeks, her soft traits gaining extra allure.

The elder's generosity proved uncommon, and Miss Wei's worry felt sincere.

Confronted by these straightforward, upright souls, Yi Feng sensed a forgotten coziness stir within. All other concerns had faded from his view long ago. Existence, demise, glory, shame, or cultivation ranks—they all scattered like a light wind.

Meeting their hopeful stares, Yi Feng matched the mood, grinning as he offered a respectful nod.

"In that case, my deepest gratitude to the Old Clan Leader."

Wei Xiaowei eased fully then, lifting her head in a radiant grin. The Old Clan Leader fondled his beard with an approving nod, his expression brimming with kindness.

As he voiced his approving words with a smile, he drew a scroll from his robe.

"Good, good."

"Sir, your calm nature shines through. You're a genuine uncommon talent. With that mindset, your practice will bear fruit, and basic defenses await you shortly."

"This clan heirloom refines the body across generations. Accept it and delve into it diligently. After you've gone through it, I'll instruct you myself."

Yi Feng took the scroll, etching the favor deep in his thoughts.

Wei Xiaowei observed with heightened glee, her gaze sparkling happily at Yi Feng. She envisioned a driven, poised youth on the cusp of prominence.

An unspoken energy and joy surged through the courtyard abruptly. Even the elder's eyes softened with deeper contentment.

Observing Yi Feng's steady poise, his regard for the youth swelled without thought.

Grasping the moment, he added further counsel.

"Mr. Yi, now that you're embarking on cultivation, certain knowledge is essential. The Great Dao stretches infinitely; a minor deviation equals the gulf between sky and soil. Do you grasp how cultivator ranks are set?"

Yi Feng hadn't replied when the elder grinned, radiating the profound aura of a veteran sage.

"I must confess shamefully..."

"Though I'm a Martial Spirit master—formidable to common folk—amid the world's fellow cultivators, I amount to little!"

Wei Xiaowei hung on his words in wide-eyed wonder, as though unveiling celestial mysteries.

The elder's expression grew grave, a hint of reverence flickering in his eyes.

"Beyond my level lies the Martial King stage. They shatter peaks and rend stones with a casual motion; they soar aloft or dive below while jesting freely! Beyond Martial Kings dwell Martial Emperors—the supreme powers who survey the realm with scorn!"

"Long past, on my arduous cultivation journeys, I chanced to behold the splendor of Spear Emperor Zhao Juedong at Sword Discussion Peak. One thrust of his spear felled countless prodigies. He stood utterly unmatched under heaven!"

"A Martial Emperor's power chills the soul. Beside the Spear Emperor, I'm mere dust! Such a being as the Spear Emperor embodies the ideal cultivator, an unbeatable genius etched in eternity!"

Yi Feng betrayed no stir at this, seeming struck mute by awe.

Wei Xiaowei paled and rose abruptly in alarm.

"How could that be..."

"Old Clan Leader, do you mean even you pale before Lord Spear Emperor? Has he scaled the Great Dao's summit?"

To her query, the elder delayed his reply. A wry smile crossed his lips.

He rose gradually, tilting his gaze to the boundless sky for many moments. Only as yearning etched his aged visage did he utter a heartfelt sigh.

"The Great Dao's pinnacle..."

"Cultivation's trail is immense and shrouded; it's beyond our kind's full comprehension."

"Even a dazzling force like Lord Spear Emperor hasn't neared the Great Dao's close. As for stages past Martial Emperor, they're mere whispers to me. The fabled Immortal Realm lies utterly beyond reach..."

"We lack even the right to aspire to such beings. If I glimpsed an Immortal before passing, I'd depart content."

These staggering declarations hung in the quiet, leaving Wei Xiaowei speechless in awe.

Without the Old Clan Leader's tale, she'd never have learned of dread overlords like the Spear Emperor roaming the world.

In that instant, she grasped the world's true immensity!

A deep astonishment filled the modest courtyard as the elder and girl shared sighs of wonder.

Moments passed.

The old patriarch shook free from his musing and shifted topics with a booming chuckle.

"Haha..."

"I've gone on too long with my tales. Mr. Yi, pay it no mind. Those mythic icons dwell far above us. Still, through steady practice, you'll claim victory ahead—at minimum, gaining the might to endure and carve your spot in these turbulent days."

"My feelings carried me away, sharing that to impart one lesson: this endless realm brims with prodigies. We shouldn't doubt our worth, yet avoid the blind frog's view, blind to the skies' expanse."

Yi Feng dipped his head faintly in agreement to the sincere advice.

His tranquil bearing deepened Wei Xiaowei's respect. The old patriarch brimmed with greater satisfaction, deeming the youth moldable—a genuine cultured intellect.

With affairs concluded, the old patriarch rose contentedly to depart.

The trio swung open the courtyard gate, bidding polite goodbyes.

The long-waiting children, fraught with worry, surged forward at once.

Meeting the pure, fretful gazes of the youths, the old patriarch seized the chance to inspire Qinghe Town's budding hopes, while boosting Yi Feng's stature amply.

"Henceforth, Mr. Yi Feng falls under my direct guidance."

"The Great Dao looms vast and elusive; one advances with solid steps. Mr. Yi embodies this wisdom profoundly. He's a scarce gem, filling me with delight. Greatness awaits him. All of you, revere Mr. Yi as your exemplar. Devote yourselves to studies and training. Aim to master both scholarship and warfare like him, emerging as Qinghe Town's glory!"

His commanding tone echoed afar. The children by the gate erupted in thrilled cheers, while nearby residents and guardians beamed with stirred enthusiasm.

The lively town, pulsing with existence's vigor, appeared to shimmer anew. As word dispersed, the bustling discussions in lanes and squares overflowed with optimism.