I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1340: Interesting

The icy tone of Eldest Miss Chen sent a shiver through the town mayor, making him quickly bend at the waist and offer his explanation.

Please allow me to inform you, Miss.

This man is not originally from Qinghe Town. He's just a traveling scholar who instructs here.

Having seen much in his years, the mayor picked up right away that the young lady had set her sights on Mr. Yi Feng, which spelled trouble.

Mr. Yi Feng had done so much for Qinghe Town. Sending him to battle was out of the question. How could the mayor look the town's kids in the eye afterward?

Still, the young miss's powerful presence was too much to handle. The elderly mayor couldn't voice his true thoughts outright. Instead, he subtly begged for Yi Feng's exemption, pointing out his outsider status to dodge the draft.

Yet as soon as he finished speaking...

Chen Yuxin shot him a sharp look from the side, her voice growing frostier!

I asked if he's on the draft roster!

Despite that, the old mayor clenched his jaw and held firm.

No, he's not.

Being an outsider, Mr. Yi isn't listed for conscription.

Regardless of the intense pressure, he'd decided firmly. Even if the draft's woes couldn't be fully spared for the town, protecting Yi Feng was essential, letting their supporter enjoy a quiet life.

It was uncommon for a simple town mayor to display such determination. Beneath the heavy weight from Miss Chen, his clasped hands shook a little.

But Chen Yuxin didn't waste another look on him.

Her bright eyes stayed locked on the scholar in white far off as she gave a swift order.

Put him on the conscription list!

Her words rang out hard and unbendable like steel, brooking no debate!

The old mayor jumped in alarm, lifting his gaze hesitantly in utter shock.

He gulped several times before gathering the nerve to beg frantically.

M-Miss?

This man really isn't from Qinghe Town. Plus, he's only a scholar without any cultivation or basic fighting skills. By rights, he shouldn't head to the front lines.

I implore your compassion, Miss. Please let him go.

The old clan leader, just as stunned by the ruling, joined in the appeal.

We plead for Miss's mercy!

These two gray-haired seniors, usually calm and reliable, now tossed aside their pride, bending low and begging hard to shield Qinghe Town's supporter.

Anyone normal might have paused or at least shown some respect and thought it over amid such sincere requests.

Regrettably...

Chen Yuxin had grown up as the lofty daughter of the City Lord, where her commands were unbreakable rules. She was oblivious to the plights of the masses, carrying the overbearing pride of someone who decided fates.

Opening her crimson lips, she hurled a furious, frosty scolding!

You insolent idiots!

Putting this man on the draft list isn't negotiable. It's my order! Who do you think you are to resist me?!

With her angry yell came the scary auras bursting from her nearby guards.

The two seniors felt like a huge peak was smashing onto them. Overwhelming force wrapped around them instantly, sweat pouring from their brows. Even the old patriarch, a Martial Spirit realm powerhouse, dreaded the fearsome strength of the City Lord's Mansion!

The old mayor wavered back and forth, still eager to push through and argue for Yi Feng's final shot at safety.

But as his hands dropped for another bow, a hand blast flew straight toward his head!

Bang!

A dull impact sounded as the mayor's torso took the full hit from her delicate palm. He soared back like a broken kite, crashing down hard a few meters away, badly hurt and unable to stand!

The old patriarch hurried to lift him, holding back the raging shame in his gaze.

Noticing no more disruptions at last, Chen Yuxin pulled her eyes away with detached coolness, her mouth twisting in mild annoyance.

Such a racket.

Only when her sight returned to the white-robed scholar under the distant big locust tree did a soft smile touch her lips. Her feet in fancy shoes moved gracefully as she regained her noble poise and headed his way.

The uproar had panicked the nearby walkers into running off. It also spooked the seniors under the tree, who glanced toward the disturbance.

Spotting such a grand person approaching with steady steps, her very look and grace made the old folks feel utterly inferior. Not even famed noblewomen could match a bit of dirt on her robe's edge.

With mere quick peeks, the seniors brimmed with reverence and dread. Going quiet, they jitterily got up.

Chen Yuxin's gaze stayed icy and distant, brushing off the gawking from these crude elders; it was all on the white-robed Yi Feng. Her speech was ruthless.

Useless folks, scram right now.

Said offhand, her words pressed with scary force, making the seniors' hairs rise. They bowed fast and hurried off, their shaky steps far from their normal spryness.

In moments, the once-bustling spot under the mighty locust tree held just Yi Feng by himself. It turned empty, the earlier joy and ease all gone.

The pair met gazes for several breaths, silent throughout.

Far away, the badly wounded mayor hobbled closer, helped by the old patriarch. Though he'd endured such disgrace, he hid all bitterness, meekly coming back to wait for instructions.

Noting the old mayor's pitiful condition, Yi Feng appeared to grasp the situation.

The haughty lady before him dropped her eyes and said, a warped pride shining in them.

You explain his destiny to him.

Her statement drained the color from the old mayor's face. He forced his head down with effort, his gaze full of remorse.

Mr. Yi...

Qinghe Town is part of Ye City's domain, and this is Ye City's Eldest Miss. War nears Ye City, and you've been drafted. You'll go to the war front...

I'm filled with shame. You've honored Qinghe Town by educating our young ones, a favor too great to return. But I've let this happen to you. I'm truly unworthy of being this town's mayor!

During his words, tears gathered in the old mayor's eyes, reflecting tangled feelings.

I've let you down, Mr. Yi!

He bowed deeply, too embarrassed to raise his head for ages.

Next to him, the old patriarch bowed his head too. Losing his typical stately air, he couldn't face Yi Feng directly.

Chen Yuxin surveyed their degraded stance with one look.

A proud satisfaction lit her lovely features. She thrived on manipulating lives. Breaking someone's will thrilled her even more.

How could a backwater like Qinghe Town refuse her? She didn't only want the man; she demanded the town deliver him and declare his doom aloud.

How might a simple scholar slip her hold?

Ultimate assurance sparkled in Chen Yuxin's eyes, her face showing total dominance.

However, Yi Feng stayed utterly serene in his seat. No fear crossed his expression. Behaving like it didn't involve him, he remained firm on his mat under the ancient locust tree, even serving himself tea as though nothing occurred.

This sight stunned Chen Yuxin briefly.

In Ye City, even pampered noble heirs wouldn't relax so in her company. For a weak scholar to show such steadiness... he had some guts, it seemed.

Quite fascinating.

She watched him in astonishment for a while, baffled by Yi Feng's mind. She couldn't figure out his unflappable calm.

She just thought his tea-pouring motions were remarkably refined, holding an elusive, enchanting allure.

Only after Yi Feng drained his clear tea and at last addressed her did she refocus.

As the mayor stated, I'm just a regular person. No cultivation in me, no martial knowledge. I fear I can't contribute much to enlisting and battling.

There are plenty of town kids awaiting my classes. My short recess is almost done, so I need to head back to the school soon. Regarding enlistment, I'm sorry, but I'll have to pass.

His voice stayed even and neutral, but then it struck as grating.

As the City Lord's Manor's Young Miss, Chen Yuxin's decrees were final. Excuses to her were unheard of, much less such bold denial straight up!

This was an insult!

Chen Yuxin's face darkened instantly. Her hand whipped to her side and pulled a supple sword!

Swish!

The edge whipped like a green serpent's strike, its icy point targeting the teacup on the table dead on!