I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1435: Cultivation Cultivate My Hammer

Under Chi Li's diligent service, Lu Benwei reveled in the singing and dancing for a considerable time, finally experiencing firsthand the life of a charming socialite.

This continued until every performance and routine had been showcased.

At length, he offered elegant applause, a sign of his satisfaction. Rising, he put away the lounge chair and stretched with a sense of ease.

"Haa..."

"This prodigal son has indulged enough for today; we shall converse again another time!"

Though his words were spoken casually, Chi Li was seized by considerable fear.

She swiftly halted her dance and dropped to her knees, offering a bow with eyes brimming with apprehension.

"I beg your forgiveness, my Lord!"

"Permit this humble maiden to select another song and dance; I vow to ensure your contentment..."

Having witnessed the preceding displays, she could no longer gauge Lu Benwei's true might. The reverence within her heart had ascended to unparalleled heights, and she dared not afford the slightest carelessness.

Her pale, fear-stricken beautiful visage presented a picture of pitiable delicacy, enhancing her allure ever so slightly.

Despite her breathtaking beauty, Lu Benwei barely cast a second glance. Instead, he lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon.

"There is no need."

"Cease your apprehension, for this gentleman genuinely has pressing matters to attend to."

While he possessed an appreciation for beauty, it did not extend to neglecting crucial affairs for a pretty face. At this juncture, his companions were actively engaged across various realms, and he was uncertain of their progress; a visit was imperative.

With this thought firmly in mind.

Lu Benwei scooped up Chi Li, tore asunder the space before him with a single hand, and vanished into the shimmering spatial rift.

His unfathomable cultivation base evidently surpassed that of countless beings. The effortless act of rending space was a feat beyond the comprehension of even specters and deities. Even as streams of light returned to the Cloud Planet from across the vast celestial expanse, not a single entity could detect any disturbance.

In mere moments, Lu Benwei had disappeared into the profound depths of the boundless cosmos.

Concurrently, countless streams of light were converging upon the Cloud Planet. Despite the advanced hour of the night, the sky was illuminated as if by day!

Within a secluded village.

Yi Feng stood at the village's entryway, his gaze fixed upon the star-dusted heavens with an air of tranquility.

Through his myriad experiences, his understanding and perspective had been significantly broadened. He had grown accustomed to the diverse techniques of cultivators. At that moment, he simply stood, a hint of curiosity glinting in his eyes.

Having fulfilled his current task, he had no immediate obligations and thus decided to spend a few peaceful days in this humble village, indulging in some Dragon Beard noodles for a change of palate.

Unexpectedly, none of his esteemed companions were present.

Observing the sky ablaze with illuminating streaks of light, Yi Feng surmised that the cultivators of the Cloud Planet were likely involved in some significant event, which explained his companions' absence from the village.

Before his thoughts could wander further, several beams of light descended directly before his eyes.

Upon recognizing the figures engaged in hearty laughter as Luo Hongfei and his associates, Yi Feng moved forward to inquire.

"My brothers, what brings about such joyous spirits?"

The group's attention turned at his voice, and upon spotting Yi Feng, they approached with increased enthusiasm. They clasped their fists in greeting and began to speak in unison!

"Ah, it is Fellow Daoist Yi..."

"Brother Yi, where have you been of late? We haven't seen hide nor hair of you."

"Brother Yi, you've missed a truly spectacular, grand-scale battle!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng's curiosity intensified, tinged with a touch of surprise.

"A battle?"

Perceiving Yi Feng's puzzled expression, the group readily and proudly elaborated.

"Indeed, this was a conflict rarely witnessed throughout the ages!"

"Elder Luo's account is entirely accurate! We accompanied the Star Lord to the Demon Realm and engaged the Demon Race in combat until the heavens grew dark and the earth dimmed!"

"Numerous powerful figures joined forces, ultimately vanquishing the Demon Race in a single, decisive blow, thereby eradicating a grave threat to the entire star system. It was profoundly gratifying!"

"To have been present and to witness the resplendence of so many mighty individuals in this lifetime is truly an honor!"

"It is a lamentable pity that Brother Yi was absent and could not behold those astonishing divine techniques!"

"Precisely! Even you, Brother Yi, would have been rendered speechless with awe upon witnessing those formidable figures!"

As their retelling continued, their excitement swelled, their aged faces flushing with exhilaration.

Yi Feng's eyes gradually lit up with understanding after listening for a few breaths.

"The Demon Race was annihilated?"

"That's right."

His response seemed to ignite even more fervor in the crowd, who continued to recount the terrifying nature of the battle. Yet, Yi Feng found himself unable to share in their excitement, nor did he possess much interest in continuing to listen.

Long Tian's ability to rally the populace and eradicate the Demon Race, thereby removing a significant threat from the star system, could indeed be seen as a testament to his role as Star Lord. On the whole, it was a satisfactory outcome.

However...

How could someone with his limited abilities achieve such a feat?

This presented a rather minor surprise.

Perhaps the Demon Race itself wasn't particularly formidable?

While others might remain unaware of Long Tian's cultivation level, Yi Feng possessed intimate knowledge of it. His own rudimentary skills had been sufficient to casually strike Long Tian several times in the past, leaving him utterly incapable of fighting back. For this individual, with such meager prowess, to then proceed to wipe out the Demon Race?

Doesn't this imply that if the Demon Race had encountered him, they would have been utterly crushed?

The logical progression suggests: Me > Long Tian > Demon Race?

Following this line of reasoning, there seemed to be no inherent flaw. Therefore, it turned out they had simply defeated a group of novices. What was there to be so excited about?

With this realization, Yi Feng found the situation increasingly dull and completely lost interest in hearing another word from the excited discussions recalling the battle.

He ambled back to his humble courtyard and settled into quiet contemplation.

Yi Feng merely felt a sense of isolation; the collective joy of others resonated little with him, and a host of questions began to surface in his mind.

Even the defeat of a Demon Race could be lauded as an epic confrontation... It appeared that the cultivation level of the entire Cloud Planet's inhabitants was confined to this degree.

When viewed from this perspective.

Had he already ascended to a level of strength that defied the world's comprehension?

If such were truly the case, then what specific cultivation realm would that represent?

A multitude of uncertainties swirled within him, leaving Yi Feng utterly bewildered. For reasons unknown, the system's past death-seeking missions and the quest to find his final disciple came to mind...

A sudden suspicion took root. Given his current formidable strength, was there truly any necessity to pursue these two objectives?

Could his present power effectively withstand the impending world-destroying tribulation?

And was that world-destroying tribulation as dreadful as the system had proclaimed?

After a prolonged period of deliberation, Yi Feng still found himself uncertain of the truth. Just as he lapsed into silence, an overwhelming wave of sleepiness washed over him. He couldn't help but stifle repeated yawns, then expressed his frustration with a sigh.

"Haa..."

"I'm truly at a loss for words..."

"Any ordinary cultivator can manage without the need for sustenance or slumber, yet I am burdened with the daily necessity of eating. Recently, this sleepiness has intensified, and yesterday I slept right through until the sun was high in the sky!"

"What kind of immortality am I even pursuing with this cultivation!"

Lamenting incessantly, Yi Feng found himself nearly offering sarcastic blessings to the system's entire lineage.

However, tears welled in his eyes, and exhaustion coursed through his body. He could no longer persevere and, abandoning further thought, retreated indoors to sleep, compelled into a state of self-preservation.

He succumbed to a deep slumber, and upon awakening, the clock had already passed noon on the subsequent day.