I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1444: The Old Well and the Sapling
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
Half a year vanished as swiftly as a fleeting moment.
The Exquisite Pavilion was alive with a fervent buzz of activity.
Positioned at the threshold of an opulent private chamber on the seventh floor.
A refined attendant emerged from the room, bearing immortal dew after performing her duties, and then another individual stepped inside, presenting medicinal pills with both hands. The entire exchange occurred in absolute silence; no one dared to utter a whisper.
Only after the pill-feeding attendant exited did the intricately carved ebony and vermilion door slowly seal shut.
The manager, confined to a wheelchair, finally released a drawn-out breath. Casting his gaze backward, he inquired via voice transmission.
"Within the span of this past half-year, has His Excellency stirred from his slumber?"
Behind him, the shopkeeper bowed deferentially and responded through voice transmission.
"Reporting to the esteemed manager."
"Over these last six months, His Excellency has only awoken on a single occasion. He merely posed a few inquiries regarding the current state of our Exquisite Pavilion, then retreated once more into the Divine Source Dreamscape.""As for the ordinary days, His Excellency's physical vessel is meticulously attended to by us without the slightest error. Please harbor no concerns, manager!"
Upon hearing this, the manager offered a slight nod.
"Mm, I am aware."
"What portion of the resources within our vault has been expended during this half-year period?"
The shopkeeper swiftly produced the ledger, consulted it with diligence, and replied via voice transmission.
"Answering the manager..."
"The expenditure of the various resources from our treasury amounts to less than one-thousandth. Furthermore, diverse branches are consistently funneling in additional resources. It is unequivocally sufficient to sustain His Excellency in his thorough comprehension of the Divine Source Dreamscape!"
This assurance brought a nod of satisfaction to the manager's face.
All was progressing precisely as foreseen. The resources were indeed ample enough to facilitate His Excellency's eventual awakening; even if the wait stretched until the seas evaporated and the mountains eroded, it would pose no significant issue!
Currently, their sole recourse, besides anticipating the arrival of that particular individual, was to quietly await the simultaneous awakening of these two figures.
Reflecting that all preparations were in place, a glint of expectation flickered in the manager's eyes. With a casual gesture, he offered another cigarette, which filled the shopkeeper with evident delight.
Within the sanctuary of the private chamber where they awaited.
At this precise instant, Yi Feng had established a connection with the saved game memories, becoming entirely absorbed in a novel existence, utterly oblivious to the external world's machinations.
He perceived only that the game was achieving an ever-increasing degree of realism. The passage of half a year from start to finish, coupled with the tangible sense of time, rendered it challenging for Yi Feng to discern the boundary between the simulated and the actual.
Within the game's narrative.
As a favored prodigy, Yi Feng's developmental trajectory deviated significantly from that of ordinary individuals. His initial Sect could no longer furnish him with adequate resources, compelling him to participate in the Sect competition, where he vanquished all other exceptional talents to secure the top position.
Consequently, his renown surged, attracting the favor of higher echelons within numerous Sects, thus establishing him as the preeminent figure of his generation in Qingzhou.
Coincidentally, a Nine-Headed Blood Demon emerged within Qingzhou, inflicting immense suffering upon the populace. Yi Feng, feeling honor-bound, spearheaded the collective effort to eradicate the beast, achieving a decisive victory and earning renown that spanned tens of thousands of miles!
Just as an immeasurable number of cultivators journeyed to pay him homage out of profound admiration, Yi Feng discreetly departed, causing countless female cultivators to shed tears of regret—a tale later immortalized by scholars.
Before long, ballads recounting his deeds echoed throughout Qingzhou.
"The white-robed sword flies forth, vanquishing fiends with effortless grace. When the task is done, he brushes his robes and departs, concealing his merits and fame."
As the ballad gained widespread popularity, Yi Feng commanded immense respect from commoners and cultivators alike, both male and female, becoming a paragon for their life aspirations.
For a period, the pursuit of cultivation experienced a flourishing trend in Qingzhou, and the appellation of the White-Robed Paragon grew ever more illustrious.
Cultivators even journeyed from neighboring prefectures, uninvited, seeking to witness Yi Feng's elegance. Furthermore, young ladies from prominent families spared no expense, posting portraits and making lavish promises in their quest to find Yi Feng.
Alas, his whereabouts remained perpetually unknown.
No one could have ever conceived.
That the prodigious Yi Feng, whose name reverberated through all the states, was currently residing in seclusion at the foothills of verdant mountains, meditating peacefully in a courtyard, leisurely imbibing wine and savoring the tranquil vista.
Gazing upon the majestic green peaks encircling him, recalling his myriad recent experiences.
Yi Feng drained a full goblet of clear wine, his eyes alight with an indescribable joy!
"Ha..."
"To vanquish demons and uphold the Dao, with fame resounding throughout the world!"
"A true immortal cultivator!" With a sigh of emotion, Yi Feng’s heart swelled with anticipation for the future. Even though he had already ascended to the Divine Palace Realm and established an inner world, his hunger for greater strength remained unquenched! As a few cups of clear wine flowed into his stomach, his spirits lifted, and the brief surge of excitement subsided. He began to focus his will inward, peering into the nascent world within his body. He perceived a tract of sandy land, spanning roughly five miles in radius. At its heart lay a well. The water within was remarkably clear, yet unfathomably deep; even Yi Feng found it challenging to penetrate its depths. Observing this peculiar ancient well, Yi Feng mused silently. "What precisely is this well..." "It would be one thing if I were unable to perceive it before, but now that it resides within the small world I’ve opened, logically, nothing should escape the scrutiny of my will. Why am I still unable to see through it?" The more he pondered, the more perplexing it became, yet he remained at a loss for answers. Still perplexed, he directed his will once more towards the periphery of this inner world. Within his field of vision. A tiny seedling had emerged from the soil, establishing roots in the sand and unfurling two tender green leaves, radiating vitality. Alas, he was utterly incapable of identifying the type of tree it was. Suddenly, Yi Feng was even more bewildered, murmuring to himself. "I cannot fathom the well, nor can I recognize this tree..." "I went to considerable effort to procure this well and a seed from a secret realm. I had believed them to be considerable treasures, and thus carefully integrated them into my Divine Palace world, only to find myself still without any understanding." "The seed has sprouted and grown into a tree, yet why has the well remained entirely unchanged?" "Could it be that my expectations were misplaced, and I mistook mere detritus for a treasure?" "Ah, whatever..." Yi Feng retracted his will, shaking his head with a dejected expression as he continued to drink. Yet, in his daze, the image of the ancient well and the young sapling persisted in his mind, a nagging sense of familiarity stirring within him...