I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1461: Founding a School

The few cultivators present were merely at the lowest stage of Meridian Opening realm, completely incapable of sensing their concealed presence. Their infiltration into the sect proceeded entirely undetected. Even after breaching the sect's perimeter, the duo perched atop the main hall's eaves, yet the disciples on patrol seemed utterly oblivious to their arrival.

Moments later, several disciples clad in grey robes entered the main hall, submitting their daily reports concerning their acquisitions.

In a mere handful of breaths.

Fierce and ruthless curses erupted from within the hall!

"Trash!"

"You are all utterly worthless!"

"You couldn't even subjugate a few humble taverns at the mountainside! You've truly tarnished the esteemed name of our Sword Sweeping Sect! If everyone were as inept as you lot, wouldn't the entire sect face starvation?"

The tirade was delivered with a complete lack of decorum, confirming the veracity of the rumors; they were no better than common brigands.

The subsequent moment.

The sudden appearance of this individual stunned everyone present!

"Who goes there?!"

"Scoundrel!"

"What lowly vermin dares to intrude upon the sacred main hall of my Sword Sweeping Sect!"

Casting another look at the supposed Sect Master, he noted the man was indeed only at the Heavenly Light realm. He was truly just pathetic trash, yet he had the audacity to act so high and mighty. It was utterly perplexing!

The black-clad youth repeatedly shook his head, nearly bursting into laughter from sheer incredulity.

"Damn it..."

"I had assumed this Sword Sweeping Sect was some formidable power, but this is all there is?"

"It appears this endeavor won't yield much profit. Scarcely enough to afford drinks and companions. You've truly let this old man down!"

The portly Sect Master's face shifted rapidly between hues of green and red as he listened, rising to his feet in a fit of towering rage!

"Scoundrel!"

The black-clad youth simply raised his hand and clenched his fist. The Sect Master's neck audibly snapped, and he collapsed lifelessly onto the ground. This horrifying display left the surrounding disciples deathly pale.

An eerie silence descended upon the main hall!

The black-clad youth, however, remained utterly composed. Accustomed to such scenes, he turned and inquired nonchalantly.

"Brother!"

"This place isn't particularly impressive either!"

"I had heard that the Raging Fire Kingdom lay along the necessary path for westward journeys, boasting numerous powerful sects and serving as the premier haven for wandering cultivators. That's precisely why I brought you all this distance, yet I never anticipated such profound disappointment!"

Upon concluding his statement, Yi Feng also entered the main hall with measured steps, a subtle smile gracing his lips.

"Not necessarily."

"In a vast forest, one encounters all manner of creatures. The Raging Fire Kingdom is immense, and the Yandang Mountains span hundreds of miles. It is only natural that a few insignificant strays would exist."

The black-clad man nodded in agreement upon hearing this, and the pair proceeded side-by-side.

"That does seem plausible."

"Logically, my intelligence should be infallible. In the past, I traversed the borders of the Raging Fire Kingdom and never encountered such a dilapidated sect. This must merely be an anomaly."

They continued their stroll, completely disregarding any pretense of being outsiders.

Reaching the grand seat of the Sect Master, the black-clad man casually kicked aside the now-cooling corpse of the former leader and settled into the seat alongside Yi Feng. He idly picked up a wine jug from a nearby table, gave it a cursory sniff, and revealed a look of utter disdain.

After a brief assessment of the main hall's interior, he turned his head and lamented in a dejected tone.

"It appears this venture will yield minimal returns. Even if we were to thoroughly strip this decrepit, run-down sect bare, we likely wouldn't acquire much in the way of silver."

"Blast it all, all this effort for naught!"

With that declaration, the black-clad youth slumped against the left side of the main seat, a look of profound disappointment etched on his face, appearing somewhat crestfallen.

Yi Feng, conversely, offered a slight smile and presented a contrasting viewpoint.

"I do not believe that is entirely the case."

"While this sect may be somewhat neglected, it can still serve as a suitable lodging. Given that neither you nor I have immediate alternative destinations, why don't we establish our own sect right here?"

"This martial world is a place of clashing interests. Beyond the few who have reached the absolute peak, it is always challenging for an individual to act without restraint. Perhaps we should first establish our own faction and then contemplate further plans."

Upon hearing this, the young man in black had his eyes gleam.

"Establishing a sect?"

"I have actually never undertaken such a task before. It does sound rather intriguing!"

As the conversation between the two progressed, their enthusiasm grew. Meanwhile, the disciples present in the hall were all trembling, too afraid to utter a sound. It was becoming difficult to discern who were the true members of this Sword Sweeping Sect.

The earlier strike from the man in black had been overwhelmingly devastating. In mere moments, it had completely annihilated the courage of everyone within this modest sect. His very presence had already subdued the entire atmosphere.

Faced with such an immensely powerful adversary, not a soul dared to make a peep.

Only a solitary elder, standing rigidly at the forefront, displayed a flicker of defiance in his eyes, appearing to have some source of backing!

Upon learning that the pair intended to establish their own sect, he angrily slammed his iron staff against the floor, letting out a furious roar!

"Scoundrels!"

"Vagabonds!"

"My Sword Sweeping Sect boasts a legacy spanning a century! How can you possibly allow yourselves to establish a sect in this very location? Such audacious declarations are exceedingly insolent. Are you truly intending to seize our sect's foundation through sheer force?!"

The instant his declaration ceased.

Both Yi Feng and the man in black turned their gazes towards him simultaneously. With looks of utter bewilderment, they inquired in unison.

"What alternative means would we employ?"

The moment these words were uttered.

The elder was left speechless, his aged countenance flushing a vibrant red. His entire frame quivered uncontrollably, rendering him incapable of forming a coherent sentence!

"You! You people!"

Good heavens!

The disciples within the hall were so utterly astounded they nearly cried out in disbelief!

These two colossal figures had dispatched the Sect Master immediately upon their arrival and were now overtly confronting the Grand Elder. Their overbearing conduct was simply unparalleled!

Within a hundred-mile radius, no one had ever heard of two such formidable and ruthless individuals!

At this very moment.

An unnerving silence descended upon the entire hall, so profound one could hear a pin drop. No one dared to court disaster.

Only the elder's chest heaved with palpable anger as he pointed a trembling finger, speaking with extreme vehemence!

"You rely on your tyrannical cultivation to act so arrogantly, yet you fail to comprehend that my Sword Sweeping Sect..."

Before he could complete his sentence, the man in black extended his hand and clenched it once more.

"Crack!"

With a sharp, distinct sound, the elder also plummeted to the ground, deceased.

Casting a glance at the lifeless body on the floor, the youth rolled his eyes, utterly exasperated.

"Noisy!"

"With your sect resembling this desolate ruin, you are no different from mere mountain bandits. You actually possess the audacity to speak of some nonsensical legacy. Go relay that to your ancestors!"

This stinging rebuke plunged the hall into an even deeper silence. Many individuals stood rigidly, their heads bowed in shame.

The youth surveyed the entire hall with an air of dominance and reiterated in a commanding tone.

"Who else among you refuses to yield? Step forward and allow this granddaddy to observe you."

Following this pronouncement.

All present in the hall, both young and old, exchanged furtive glances before bowing in unison!

"We greet our Sect Master!"

Under the overwhelming display of cultivation and domineering presence, the entirety of the Sword Sweeping Sect submitted completely. Not a single soul dared to voice the slightest objection, and all knelt facing the principal seat.

Little did they know, this unified bow startled the man in black, causing him to instinctively shift aside and take a seat elsewhere.

Before Yi Feng could express his bewilderment, the youth leisurely retrieved a fresh wine jug, proceeded to fill a cup.

"I have no intention of becoming any Sect Master."

"Engaging in the management of a multitude of people's daily affairs constantly, where would I possibly find the time for a life of freedom? If you ask me, my brother, you are the one who should assume the position of Sect Master!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng offered a wry smile and shook his head.

His brother possessed a bold and unrestrained disposition. Occupying the role of Sect Master would merely confine him, which was indeed not to his preference.

However, given that they were embarking on the establishment of a sect together, it was only natural that they should share the status and treatment they merited. At the very least, he ought to bestow a title upon his brother, otherwise, how could their brotherhood be truly honored?

With this thought in mind, Yi Feng smiled, gave a nod, and inquired.

"It is perfectly acceptable if you do not desire the position of Sect Master."

"In that case, you could serve as the Vice Sect Master. How about the two of us jointly lead this newly formed sect?"

To the astonishment of everyone present, the moment these words were spoken, the young man repeatedly waved his hands once more!

"No! Absolutely not!"

The weight of being a Vice Sect Master pressed down, filled with countless bothersome affairs. How could one possibly anticipate a life of leisure ahead? My brother, I grasp your earnest intentions, but might we deliberate this further? Is there perhaps a role that bestows all the advantages with none of the obligations, ideally adorned with a formidable title?

This inquiry genuinely presented a conundrum for Yi Feng.

Reaping rewards without expending effort, and demanding a commanding title?

Within the hierarchy of any sect, individuals occupying positions of significance were never unoccupied. Even within the most esteemed sects, such a placid occupation seemed non-existent.

Perhaps a Supreme Elder...

However, would that not elevate him to a seniority above Yi Feng?

Establishing a sect only to have an individual suddenly attain a generation senior to him—this prospect was unacceptable.

After prolonged contemplation.

Yi Feng's eyes suddenly brightened, and he posed a question to his confidant with a grin.

Your request presents a peculiar challenge, it's true.

Nevertheless, it is not entirely unfeasible. Typically, the most unburdened position within a sect is that of a Protector. While the designation might not possess the same ostentation as Vice Sect Master, it nonetheless commands substantial authority and prestige. Barring the direst circumstances for the Sect Master or the sect itself, the day-to-day engagement would be minimal.

Does this proposal meet your satisfaction?

Upon hearing this, the young man's gaze was filled with thoughtful consideration. He vocalized his musings a few times before a gradual smile bloomed on his face.

Protector?

Hmm? It does possess a certain gravitas, yet it seems to lack a truly commanding presence. What if we were to elevate it to Grand Protector?

Indeed, Grand Protector? That resonates with a far more magnificent aura!

Excellent, then it is decided! Henceforth, I shall serve as the Grand Protector of this establishment!

As his triumphant laughter reverberated.

Every soul present inclined their heads in unison towards the young man, their collective voices causing the grand hall to tremble.

Salutations, Grand Protector!

From that juncture onward, the Dangjian Sect underwent a complete transformation. To align with the establishment of the nascent organization, it was christened the New Sword Sect. Yi Feng then assumed the mantle of the inaugural Sect Master, instituting a completely revised set of sect regulations. From the venerable elders at the apex to the multitude of disciples at the base, none were permitted to deviate from these mandates.

Solely the Grand Protector was granted exemption from adhering to any sect protocols or decrees.

Within a mere handful of days, the New Sword Sect divested itself of its prior notoriety, gradually adopting the dignified bearing of a legitimate cultivation sect. Concurrently, the unjust exaction of monthly silver was rescinded, thereby garnering the favor and esteem of the populace within a considerable circumference.

Supplemented by whispers of the new Sect Master's profound cultivation and the Grand Protector's formidable prowess, an influx of individuals, motivated by admiration, were naturally drawn to join the sect.

In less than a fortnight.

The New Sword Sect radiated an entirely novel splendor, living up to its recently acquired designation. With a roster exceeding a hundred disciples, its burgeoning influence profoundly eclipsed its prior standing.