I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1346: What a sin 02

As the fierce wind from the palm attack rushed ahead like a raging torrent, Yi Feng stood motionless, staring off into the horizon. He appeared utterly unaware of the looming threat, his self-assurance boundless...

A smug spark ignited in Chen Cangyun's gaze as he sneered to himself.

'Far too arrogant...'

'No matter if you're a powerful Martial Emperor, ignoring even a basic guard against a blow holding thirty percent of my strength guarantees you'll get hurt! For showing such contempt toward me, don't fault me for forgetting the code of warriors!'

'Fine then. Once you're injured, I'll deploy my hidden aces and capitalize on the chance to overcome a foe beyond my level. Starting today, my fame will resound through the lands, paving my road to dominance!'

Chen Cangyun's gaze burned with fierce determination, his thoughts ablaze with the thrill of combat!

Clearly, being a city lord meant he had several secret weapons at his disposal. Without them, a mere Peak Martial King like him wouldn't dare challenge his limits by provoking a Martial Emperor.

In typical situations, his cultivation level paired with those many tricks gave him the capability to clash with a Martial Emperor. Victory might elude him, but escaping without harm would be effortless.

Yet.

However.

When that apparently unstoppable palm assault arrived at Yi Feng's rear, it failed to stir even the tiniest disturbance. The spiritual energy, which had pressed down so frighteningly moments before, disappeared entirely in an instant.

Only a soft gust trailed behind, as feeble and harmless as an infant's sigh.

'Whoosh...'

The light wind passed by. That elegant form stayed rooted in place just as serenely, without so much as a flutter of his robes, as though nothing had occurred...

How could this be?!

Chen Cangyun's eyes bulged in utter disbelief, a icy dread racing through his body!

'Whoosh!!!'

The following gusts came mere moments later, but the contrast was worlds apart!

In a flash!

A freezing shiver surged from his feet to his scalp, raising chills across his skin. All his earlier plots evaporated, replaced by a ashen, quivering expression!

'This...'

'This!'

That had been a palm infused with thirty percent of his full might!

Though merely a test, it was still a technique from a Peak Martial King that demanded respect. But against this man, it achieved nothing. The opponent hadn't lifted a finger; mere presence alone nullified the attack!

What sort of horrifying cultivation level was this?

Was the disparity between them really so vast?

This fearsome presence couldn't belong to an early Martial Emperor. He must be at an advanced stage, or maybe even higher!

Chen Cangyun's mind roiled like a tempest, his frame shaking uncontrollably!

Right at that instant.

He didn't dare budge an inch, rooted in the tiny yard. Every trace of his former arrogance and confidence shattered, overtaken by sheer terror and alarm.

Glancing once more, his stare brimmed with pure horror!

Though he stayed still for just a handful of breaths, it dragged on longer than his centuries of grueling training. The agony soaked him in icy perspiration!

Beneath his wary watch.

Yi Feng gradually pivoted, remaining silent. Yet, a sharp light flickered in his bright eyes, keen and brilliant like a shooting star!

Under that look.

Chen Cangyun's vaunted Martial King cultivation, along with every scheming notion buried in his soul, felt stripped bare like an open book, fully revealed.

Merely one look.

Chen Cangyun's pupils quaked wildly in terror, an overwhelming force bearing down from every side!

This man was no less than an advanced Martial Emperor!

'Gah!'

Chen Cangyun's fear and profound remorse gaped his mouth wide enough for a duck's egg!

It's finished, everything's ruined...

After a lifetime of caution and poise, had a fleeting rashness doomed him irreparably?

What a grave error...

He had invited his own demise!

As the shadow of death crept nearer.

He cast aside all restraint and frantically knelt in fright, banging his head against the ground like a frantic mallet!

'Spare me, my lord! Have mercy on me!'

'In a fit of folly, I rashly disrespected you, sir! I plead for your compassion, show me kindness!'

The once cocky and assured powerhouse now groveled in desperation like a pathetic underling. In his abject fear, he ranked below an insect. Pleading desperately, he teetered on the edge of sobbing uncontrollably.

In this instant.

Chen Cangyun's insides knotted with utter self-reproach!

For countless years, he prided himself on grasping people's motives, using his cunning to gain advantages without a single blunder. He never imagined stumbling so badly today!

With such a peerless master present, winning his favor could have launched him to unimaginable heights. But owing to his brief miscalculation, he'd wrecked it all. His existence had been squandered!

The deeper he dwelled on it, the more anguished and scared he grew.

Chen Cangyun groveled with total subservience, his brow almost grinding into the earth!

Observing this spectacle, Yi Feng's expression stayed neutral.

He'd barely secured a few tranquil days, only for this interruption. Be it the earlier flashy display or this abrupt plea for forgiveness, both proved equally disruptive.

With a light flick of his wrist, he settled down to prepare tea in silence, refusing to speak more.

'Go away. Don't bother my serenity anymore.'

His tone carried profound detachment.

But to Chen Cangyun, it rang like an imperial amnesty. He lifted his head, a wave of incredulous ease washing over him. Moments later, lingering doubt urged him to offer a few excuses.

That's when he noticed...

The esteemed figure was focused on pouring tea, eyes downcast in bliss. His gaze fixed solely on the steaming brew in his vessel.

Suddenly.

The myriad words welling in Chen Cangyun's chest lodged in his gullet.

He grasped clearly that the expert had zero desire for more talk. Despite his earlier panic, he hadn't lost his sense of propriety.

Though regret and grief tangled in his heart, he refrained from any noise. For his transgression, surviving was already heaven's grace; how could he demand extra?

Chen Cangyun merely kowtowed silently in thanks a few times before retreating from the modest yard as instructed.

Brushing off the worried questions from those around, he stayed mute. He then guided his followers and swiftly exited Qinghe Town, igniting waves of speculation and murmurs that buzzed through the crowds on the winding roads.

The everyday, lively little town had picked up yet another hot tale for evening chatter.

Long after the City Lord and his group vanished from sight.

Lingering by the entrance to the town, the Town Mayor's face beamed with profound respect.

'Indeed, fitting for a City Lord! Such remarkable modesty and profound mystery!'

The elderly Clan Patriarch's expression held deep awe too, though puzzlement flickered in his eyes.

'A Martial King realm master like the City Lord—his intentions and deeds lie far beyond our grasp. Simply his way of managing affairs and dealing with people outshines us completely.'

'Still, I can't quite grasp why the City Lord would humble himself to visit Mr. Yi. Just what makes Mr. Yi so extraordinary?'

At those words, the longtime companions exchanged bewildered glances.

After racking their brains endlessly with no resolution, they turned toward the school at the mountain's base as dusk fell.

Observing Mr. Yi part from his pupils with a calm grin, they found him all the more enigmatic. Despite his mild appeal, he resembled nothing more than a regular tutor. They simply couldn't fathom what a heavyweight like the City Lord saw in this unassuming youth.

Was it truly his learning?

A lofty Martial King so invested in scholarly pursuits? No angle made it click. They'd never known a cultivator fixated on books or viewing study as leisure.

Overwhelmed by burning interest, neither the Town Mayor nor the old Clan Patriarch could restrain themselves. They approached, cupping hands in salute.

Following brief greetings, the trio settled in the yard for tea and conversation.

The Town Mayor seized the moment to inquire.

'Mr. Yi.'

'We're dying to know—what did the City Lord want with you? If it's not too much trouble, sir, could you share a bit?'

Yi Feng chuckled lightly at the query and answered offhandedly.

'The City Lord is utterly absorbed in chess artistry. I'm not certain what tales reached his ears, but he discovered my modest skill in the Dao of Chess, so he visited for a game.'

The pair froze briefly in astonishment, then understanding slowly lit their faces.

'Chess?'

'Ah, so that's the reason...'

'This elder has heard of those so immersed in the Dao of Chess that they unlock cultivation's essence through it, stepping into the Dao via the board. I didn't realize the City Lord shared such passion. It's no surprise he'd journey here for it.'

'Then, were you and the City Lord engaged in a chess match in the yard earlier, sir? That explains why you kept folks like us from interrupting...'

To their chatty probes, Yi Feng grinned and affirmed.

'Indeed, we had a session.'

This revelation only heightened the duo's fascination.

'What luck to be chess companions with the City Lord, sir—you're indeed fortunate!'

'May we ask who emerged victorious?'

In response to the seniors' keen questions, Yi Feng's grin persisted.

He sipped his tea and inclined his head.

It remained unclear if the nod praised the tea's flavor or confirmed the game's result...

Noting this, the two seniors felt awkward pushing harder.

In the yard, the tea's lush aroma hung in the air, as serene and still as ever... I just launched a fresh Douyin profile, pleading for follows, Feng Lingbei.