I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1436: Its Also Good to Have a Flesh-and-Blood Body

It was the middle of the day.

Yi Feng stretched lazily by the doorway, his eyes still heavy with sleep.

After fetching some well water to splash on his face, he felt considerably more awake.

Fu Nantian was nowhere in sight. Before he could even call out, his stomach rumbled insistently, prompting him to head to the kitchen and prepare a quick bowl of noodles.

With his hunger satisfied, a sense of comfort washed over him.

While this current body possessed peculiar needs, requiring regular meals and bodily functions, the simple pleasure of enjoying a cup of tea after eating was still immensely gratifying.

If there were no moments of enjoyment, what would be the purpose of pursuing cultivation?

This thought brought a smile to Yi Feng's face.

Just as he was savoring his tea, a foul odor unexpectedly drifted from the backyard.

The stench was overpowering, reminiscent of a decades-old latrine. Yi Feng instinctively covered his nose and strode toward the backyard, his expression one of annoyance!

Who in their right mind would be dumping waste here...?

Upon arriving in the backyard, Yi Feng's indignant question died on his lips, replaced by a look of utter shock and confusion.

In his field of vision.

Fu Nantian and several elderly men were engaged in a heated dispute. Armed with rakes that had seemingly appeared from nowhere, they were locked in a fierce confrontation.

Zui Wuya! How dare you attempt to seize my good fortune!

Fu Nantian, you possess such a vast quantity of excrement; what harm is there in sharing a small portion with us!

Nonsense! I went to great lengths to acquire this from afar. If you desire some, endeavor to find your own!

You despicable rascal...

The old men's faces were flushed with anger as they argued, neither side willing to cede ground over a pile of dung situated in the center. The scene was undeniably surreal, leaving Yi Feng bewildered.

Good heavens...

He had witnessed people fighting over wealth and even engaging in kidnappings, but never before had he seen individuals squabbling over feces!

These elders certainly had an unusual way of passing the time.

Such eccentric pastimes could appall even the most unconventional of individuals.

The more Yi Feng observed, the more perplexed he became. Feeling his understanding of the world expanding, he couldn't help but inquire.

Um...

Esteemed sirs, is this dung some kind of rare treasure? Is that why it commands such fervent attention?

The moment he spoke.

The men turned simultaneously upon hearing his voice.

Zui Wuya and Wei Donghai, having previously received treasured swords from Yi Feng, maintained a respectful demeanor. Despite their recent anger, their faces now held strained smiles as they clasped their fists in greeting.

Brother Yi!

You may not be aware, but this exotic beast dung is not particularly rare. We merely have a specific use for it, which explains our elevated interest.

Precisely! We are not contending for mere excrement, but for an opportunity! By closely examining various types of dung, we may unlock the profound Dao of Dung!

Their pronouncements were delivered with utmost gravity, yet Yi Feng's eyes widened in disbelief.

The Great Dao of Dung...?

Why did that sound so utterly preposterous? How could the path of cultivation possibly be linked to feces?

Unexpectedly, as his skepticism surfaced, the two elders erupted in laughter.

Fu Nantian also turned, a smug expression gracing his features.

Youngster, this merely highlights your limited experience!

To be candid, we recently witnessed a cataclysmic conflict wherein a supreme and peerless expert unleashed their might. Their divine techniques were astonishingly potent!

Upon inquiry, we discovered that this supreme expert attained their current level by comprehending the Dao through the study of dung!

Such unparalleled divine arts are far beyond your current comprehension!

Now, having gathered all the exotic beast dung in the vicinity, my chances of achieving enlightenment are superior to all others. If you pledge to become my disciple right here, I shall generously part with a few samples for you. What do you say?

Despite Fu Nantian's confident assertions, Yi Feng remained rooted to the spot, his expression blank.

Observing the pile of dung, guarded like a priceless artifact at the elder's feet, he felt only a surge of revulsion and promptly shook his head.

No thank you, absolutely not...

Yi Feng harbored no belief in any purported Great Dao of Dung.

If merely observing excrement could bestow power, would not the old man who used to empty chamber pots possess heaven-defying strength?

This was patently absurd!

Furthermore, if such a formidable expert truly existed, why would they so readily divulge their unique path to cultivation?

He suspected the individual had merely offered a dismissive remark, which these elders had, inexplicably, taken to heart.

These individuals were truly one of a kind.

As for cultivating the Dao of Dung, Yi Feng possessed not the slightest inclination!

Whether it was the cultivators from Cloud Star or the long-vanished Demon Race, they were all insignificant in his eyes. What lessons could possibly be learned from them?

In the span of a breath.

The elders resumed their clamorous argument. Yi Feng watched with a sense of resignation. Seeing that they were on the verge of brandishing their rakes once more, potentially leading to dung being flung across the heavens, he could only sigh.

To evade the impending crossfire, Yi Feng swiftly clamped his nose and made a hasty retreat.

He didn't cease his frantic dash until he was well beyond the courtyard, reaching the village's edge before finally drawing deep, cleansing breaths of the open air.

Not long thereafter.

Zui Wuya and Wei Donghai, their rakes held with fierce intent, soared through the sky, their voices ringing with angry curses!

Damn that old sycophant! He truly is insatiably greedy, cornering all that serendipity for himself!

Ah, well. It's done now. He's already besmirched everything. We can't possibly rip it all down and forcefully rectify it, can we? After all these years of friendship, it's best we don't shatter our camaraderie.

Alas, what a shame it is that we shed our mortal forms so long ago. If only we still possessed flesh and blood, we wouldn't need to venture out searching for dung!

Let's make haste and depart. If Brother Luo decides to act, we won't even get the chance to scoop up a single grain of filth!

Overhearing their conversation in the heavens.

Yi Feng found himself caught between a chuckle and a grimace, yet a peculiar sense of relief washed over him. Having a body of flesh and blood wasn't so bad after all. The simple acts of eating, drinking, and relieving oneself weren't entirely unpleasant; at the very least, they were things these older brothers of his would surely envy.

The ways of the world are often peculiar.

As the old adage goes, what is one man's sustenance is another's poison. The very afflictions and torments plaguing one's own perception could be a longed-for dream in another's eyes.

So many beings in this world are ensnared by superficial appearances, tragically unable to break free from the mortal coil.

Even so.

Yi Feng felt too mortified to offer his own waste to them. This private bodily function of his was hardly a glorious matter to discuss; it was far better to keep it buried deep within his heart.

Witnessing his brothers' evident obsession with collecting dung, he surmised that the village would soon be enveloped in an unbearable stench.

A wave of emotion washed over Yi Feng as he sighed, his gaze drifting towards the distant horizon.

It seems I likely won't be able to linger here for many more days. To where shall my wandering feet carry me next?