I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1460: Do the Job

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The round-faced man observed Peng Tianbei's battle and offered him guidance. Peng Tianbei, initially arrogant, challenged the man's capabilities. The man then effortlessly destroyed an entire planet occupied by Dark Demons, convincing Peng Tianbei of his immense power. Humiliated but awed, Peng Tianbei begged for guidance and offered to become the man's disciple.
Amidst the inter-planetary conflicts against encroaching black demons, Yi Feng, within the serene Linglong Pavilion, navigated a series of life-threatening dreamscapes, each as perilous as the waking world's battles. Since the climactic confrontation at Soul-Severing Cliff, Yi Feng had become an outcast, a public enemy of the Nanli Kingdom. With a kill order from the Snow Moon Holy Land looming, his only recourse was a path of evasion alongside the Youth in Black. Together, they carved a bloody trail through the martial world with their blades. Though this fugitive existence was fraught with hardship, it forged their bond anew, elevating their camaraderie from mere companions to sworn brothers, sharing every trial and tribulation. In contrast to his former entanglement with the ephemeral accolades of the mundane world, the present days, spent freely resolving grievances and settling scores, brought him a profound sense of exhilaration. As for alliances between sects and the reciprocities of the martial world. These ostensibly superficial worldly sentiments had long since faded from Yi Feng's consciousness. Having perceived the true nature of the world, he lived with a newfound clarity, which elevated his state of mind and solidified his Dao heart. Through the grueling encounters of their escape, his cultivation base experienced exponential growth! Striking down a foe every ten paces, vanishing without a trace for a thousand miles, roaming the earth's expanse with a blade in hand, laughing boisterously at the mortal realm. Breaching formidable barriers repeatedly, with countless vanquished souls falling to their might, Yi Feng and the Youth in Black embraced the life of itinerant martial artists, experiencing both the rigors of survival and moments of unburdened joy. A few years elapsed. They finally managed to elude their pursuers from all directions, at least temporarily. Journeying westward, they crossed into the territory of the Raging Fire Kingdom, finally finding a respite to settle and enjoy a period of tranquil, unhurried days. On this particular day. The sunset painted the sky like exquisite brocade, and the descending sun bled like crimson. The pair, having crossed the kingdom's frontier, halted to partake in drink and rest at a humble inn nestled at the base of Yandang Mountain. This location served as a crucial trade artery between the two nations, drawing a diverse throng of individuals. It had always been a melting pot of sorts, where all manner of people converged. Even if they carried long swords and bore the appearance of cultivators, it would hardly raise an eyebrow. No sooner had the two taken their seats at a small table situated outside the inn than a waiter approached with an eager demeanor. "Two esteemed guests, are you here for a meal or to lodge for the night?" The Youth in Black hesitated to voice his need, his gaze drifting towards the wine vats within the inn, shifting his head with evident awkwardness. His impecunious state was glaringly obvious. Observing this, Yi Feng let out a soft chuckle, began to rummage through his robes, and responded with a semblance of generosity. "Ten catties of peach blossom wine, a plump..." Mid-sentence, his heart plummeted, and he swiftly amended his request. "Just ten catties of peach blossom wine!" He then extended his left hand, probing within his robes for an extended period, ultimately producing only a fragment of silver and a meager handful of copper coins. The waiter, however, maintained a stoic expression. As if accustomed to such displays, he accepted the payment with a smile and departed with quick steps. That swift departure caused Yi Feng's chest to tighten, a sensation akin to his heart bleeding. It wasn't born of avarice; rather, it reflected the stark reality of their dwindling resources after years of wandering, leaving them practically penniless. Life was indeed challenging. Noticing the weary expression on the youth seated opposite him, Yi Feng felt an intensified pang of guilt. They sat in an uncomfortable silence, a mutual understanding passing between them without a word. It wasn't until a large earthenware jar brimming with peach blossom wine was placed upon their table. The Youth in Black seemed to regain a spark of vitality, busily pouring the wine and raising his bowl in a clinking toast! With a bowl of wine warming his insides, a sense of comfort spread through his entire body. Following this, the two gradually opened up, commencing a discussion about their future endeavors. Yi Feng sighed with resignation and refilled the youth's wine cup. "Sigh..." "If we continue like this, we'll be reduced to drinking the wind. I've truly burdened you, brother, following me on this endless escape without a moment's peace. I, Yi Feng, shall undoubtedly repay this debt in the future." Upon hearing this, the youth offered a smile, his eyes reflecting an unburdened spirit. "Ha!" "This cultivator has long been accustomed to the nomadic life within the martial world. This minor inconvenience is but a trifle!" The two clinked their bowls together and downed the wine in a single draught. Observing that the majority of the wine had been consumed. The youth's gaze gradually clouded with a hint of melancholy, turning back to Yi Feng with an expression that seemed to wish his companion would take a firmer stance. "Brother." "It's not that I wish to find fault, but you remain too soft-hearted! Along our journey, we encountered numerous opportunities for significant gains, yet you steadfastly refused, citing reasons of 'no stealing' and 'no robbing.' Is this not merely an adherence to rigid principles?"

This master didn't ask you to bully commoners. Eradicating a bandit lair now and then is still eliminating evil for the people; what's wrong with that?

If we continue on this path, I won't be able to repay the debt I owe you in this lifetime, let alone achieve our great goal of returning for revenge.

Upon hearing this, Yi Feng was unsure whether to laugh or cry.

This guy, clearly unable to even manage his own escape, was still thinking about making some extra cash. He was truly a natural-born troublemaker.

But upon further consideration, they truly needed to resolve their current predicament before contemplating their future path. A man who fails to avenge a wrong is no gentleman; that dog-shit Holy Land must be eradicated!

He gave a slight nod, temporarily agreeing.

You make sense.

Next time, if we encounter bandits, we brothers will definitely go for a big score!

Hearing the words 'next time', the youth sighed helplessly.

He simply stopped discussing the matter, secretly pondering if he should seize their recent free time to take on some mercenary jobs, like beating people up.

For the past few years, he had only been fleeing and hadn't engaged in any work, naturally leaving him with no money or leisure time. He found himself wondering about that girl from the Lihua Palace – had her dancing skills improved...

Just as the two were silently drinking and plotting.

Suddenly.

A commotion erupted from the surroundings!

"Please, Immortal Master, grant us a few days of grace! Our humble shop truly cannot produce five hundred taels of silver!"

"Nonsense! You established your shop on the territory of my Sword-Swinging Sect, so naturally, you must pay the monthly silver. Without the protection of my Sword-Swinging Sect, how could a few ordinary mortals like you survive in this chaotic borderland?"

"This... our small shop only earns meager hard-earned money. The entire family relies on this shop to make a living. Even in a year, we couldn't scrape together five hundred taels. I beg the Immortal Master to show some understanding!"

"Cannot produce it? I don't care if you sell your sons and daughters or do whatever it takes! In short, if you cannot produce the monthly silver, don't even think about opening your shop in the future! My Sword-Swinging Sect is a major cultivation sect; surely you understand the consequences of angering our sect!"

"Immortal Master! Immortal Master, have mercy!"

The pleas were tinged with a crying tone, and many people nearby were alarmed, turning their heads to look.

Yi Feng and the Youth in Black also cast curious glances.

Only then did they observe several gray-robed cultivators standing within the small inn, exuding an air of arrogance. No matter how the old shopkeeper begged for mercy, they remained completely unmoved.

The scene was so tragic it was difficult to witness, inevitably stirring pity in people's hearts.

Strangely, none of the other patrons present dared to make a sound. They merely stole glances, seemingly afraid of attracting disaster upon themselves.

Yi Feng noticed their uniform attire, and after contemplating their earlier words, he formed a hypothesis. He deduced that these young cultivators belonged to a sect that was likely quite powerful, certainly not someone ordinary folk could provoke.

While he was still quietly observing, the Youth in Black seated opposite him could no longer sit still.

After only a few glances, anger flared in his eyes.

Fortunately, Yi Feng gave him a timely look, preventing him from launching a furious attack.

The youth appeared very displeased with Yi Feng's reserved demeanor, his brows furrowing slightly.

Yi Feng didn't offer an immediate explanation. Instead, he picked up a cup of watered-down wine, turned to the neighboring table, and quietly made an inquiry.

"Everyone, pardon the intrusion, I have a question."

"What kind of sect is this Sword-Swinging Sect, and why is everyone so afraid of them? Also, on what grounds do they collect monthly silver from this inn?"

As soon as the question was posed, those at the neighboring table exchanged bewildered glances.

Only a kindly old man, with a good heart, quietly revealed the truth to Yi Feng.

"Young hero, there is something you are unaware of."

"This Sword-Swinging Sect is a major cultivation sect located on the border of our Raging Fire Kingdom, holding a full seventh-grade rank. For generations, they have controlled the dozens of miles surrounding Yandang Mountain. They are a sect in name, but ruthless bandits in reality!"

"How could we commoners dare to provoke these cultivators? We can only part with our wealth to avoid disaster and swallow our pride to survive."

"Young hero, the martial world is treacherous. It is best to avoid stirring up trouble..."

Hearing these whispered words of advice, Yi Feng bowed his head in silent thanks.

Just as he turned to set down his wine cup, the Youth in Black at his table, unable to contain his rage any longer, glared at him and spoke in a deep voice!

"Brother!"

"These mongrels are nothing but a bunch of trash. Why did you stop me?!"

He was not wrong.

In this world, sect ranks were determined by cultivation realms and combat prowess. From lowest to highest, they were divided into the Pulse Opening Realm, Qi Nurturing Realm, Heaven Gate Realm, Absolute Beginning Realm, Divine Mansion Realm, Heavenly Sun Realm, and Origin Infant Realm. These major realms corresponded sequentially to sect grades, with the tenth grade being the lowest.

As for higher realms, they were beyond the knowledge of ordinary people.

This sect was only a seventh-grade power. Its strongest existence was merely at the Heaven Gate Realm. To the current Yi Feng and the Youth in Black, they were indeed nothing but trash.

However, seeing that this guy's temper was about to boil over, it was obvious he could not be appeased with just a few words.

Yi Feng could only quietly pull him aside to the edge of the official road.

"It is not that I am trying to stop you, but there is no need to take action right now."

"Even if you kill these lackeys, you will only be helping this small inn temporarily. Once we leave, the Old Shopkeeper and his family will have to bear even more of their wrath. Helping them like this does more harm than good, and it does not solve the root of the problem."

Hearing this, the Youth in Black's eyes widened in surprise.

"Solve the root of the problem..."

"What do you mean?"

Yi Feng smiled and leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"Did you not just say that we should pull off a heist every now and then? Is this not a ready-made opportunity? Let us be patient and wait. We will follow the trail to the source, and then catch them all in one fell swoop. Would that not be beautiful?"

A look of realization finally dawned in the eyes of the Youth in Black, and a profound smile appeared on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

"You are so wicked, and this master loves it!"

"I did not expect that in just a few years, you seem to have become much more ruthless and experienced than before. Your plan is superior. We will do as you say, and in a bit, we brothers will pull off a big one!"

"This time we have to make enough profit, then hurry up and find a place to enjoy ourselves!"

The two hit it off instantly and returned to the wine table, pretending as if nothing had happened.

The few gray-robed cultivators left arrogantly amidst the weeping in the inn. Watching them depart, Yi Feng and the Youth in Black lost their mood for drinking and quietly followed after those men.

They followed silently all the way, climbing the stone steps straight toward the middle of Yandang Mountain.