I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1467: Premonition

The grand celebration lingered late into the night, with the distant echoes of merriment occasionally reaching the ears.

Within the opulent main hall.

Only Yi Feng and the Youth in Black remained, seated in quietude.

Gazing upon the disarray of scattered cups and plates, a shared smile played on their lips, tinged with a sense of wistful nostalgia.

As the Youth in Black drained the final jug of wine, tilting it to let the last few drops of clear liquor fall into his mouth, a flicker of regret crossed his features. He leaned back into the plush chair with an inward sigh.

It seemed his enjoyment hadn't quite reached its peak.

Yi Feng offered a smile, inquiring, "How about it? Care for a bit more?"

His words had barely left his lips before the youth looked up animatedly, his eyes gleaming.

"Let's have a bit more!"

Yi Feng nodded lightly and followed up, "Mhm."

"Still the Peach Blossom Wine?"

The smile on the Youth in Black's face widened upon hearing this.

"Brother, you truly know me well. Let's stick with the Peach Blossom Wine. Anything else makes me cough!"

Yi Feng's smile deepened in response. He motioned to the disciple standing guard outside the door, and soon, several jars of Peach Blossom Wine were brought in.

The two sat opposite each other at the wine table, their gazes filled with shared sentiment.

This moment evoked memories of bygone days. Despite being in a foreign land, the person before him remained unchanged. To find such a kindred spirit amidst a treacherous jianghu, it was certainly worth raising a toast!

They filled their bowls, clinked them together, and emptied them in a single, hearty draught.

The Youth in Black let out peals of laughter, just as he had in the past, extolling the wine's virtues.

"Hahaha."

"Good wine, this is truly exceptional wine! So incredibly refreshing!"

Witnessing the youth's uninhibited delight, Yi Feng felt his own spirits lift. With no other observers, he shed his reserve and relaxed.

He inquired casually about the youth's recent exploits.

"You seem quite invigorated. Was your recent journey fruitful?"

Yi Feng had fully anticipated that, given the youth's personality, he would surely regale him with tales of heroic battles or at least boast a little.

To his surprise.

As soon as Yi Feng finished speaking, the youth, who moments before had been laughing heartily, let out a soft sigh.

"Sigh..."

Yi Feng looked on, slightly taken aback by the change in demeanor.

"What's amiss?"

"Could it be that you returned disappointed? Though, I must say, you don't appear to be."

The youth slowly poured wine into both their bowls, his gaze drifting towards the doorway and the starlit expanse of the quiet night sky, a dejected expression settling upon his face.

"Don't even mention it..."

Only after a pause did he turn back to Yi Feng, his face still etched with melancholy.

"I was in high spirits, you see. I heard about a place called the Red Dust Pavilion in nearby Chuzhou City, renowned for a courtesan named Wan'er. Tales spoke of her unparalleled beauty and elegance, her singing and dancing captivating all, making her famous far and wide. So, I journeyed there without delay."

"Who would have thought that upon arriving in Chuzhou City and finding the Red Dust Pavilion, the prices would be astronomically high!"

Yi Feng could easily picture the awkward situation unfolding. While he sympathized with his friend's predicament, he also found it incredibly amusing, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"And then? You just retreated, tails between your legs?"

The youth's eyebrows lifted at this, a smug look spreading across his features.

"That's not my style!"

"I merely displayed a fraction of my considerable charm, and the madam of the establishment offered me a special discount, slashing ninety percent off the price. Astonishing, isn't it!"

Yi Feng's smile widened as he listened.

He didn't need further explanation to grasp the meaning behind that 'fraction of charm'.

The frontier provinces of the Blazing Fire Country were known to harbor a diverse populace, not all of whom were respectable. Establishments that catered to pleasure were certainly not run by ordinary folk. Even a substantial display of 'face' wouldn't typically warrant a ninety percent discount.

This fellow had most likely instilled a considerable amount of fear in them to secure such a practically free indulgence.

All Yi Feng could think was, 'As expected of him.'

Though Yi Feng didn't probe for specifics, the Youth in Black grew more animated with each word.

"Brother, you weren't there, so you wouldn't understand. That Wan'er truly captivated me. Her dancing was exquisite, and her singing of those little tunes was utterly superb."

"I enjoyed myself for a full two and a half days without a hint of boredom!"

Yi Feng listened, amusement dancing in his eyes, but little did he know, the youth was about to abruptly change the subject.

My pleasant mood evaporated when Wan'er declared I was out of funds for wine. I, a dashing and handsome young hero, had traveled hundreds of miles to support her, and she uttered such words?

I believed our connection was founded on mutual respect. I never anticipated she would also be so crass.

Suddenly, this girl struck me as rather common, and my interest vanished instantly.

Alas, life is perpetually filled with disappointments.

Noticing his apparent disappointment, Yi Feng offered a casual word of comfort, tapping their bowls together.

“Brother, do not dwell on it. For now, we are drinking. As long as we are happy, that is all that matters.”

With that, Yi Feng lifted his wine cup and emptied it in one gulp, intending to change the subject.

Who would have guessed this fellow would only sigh again.

Sigh…

“Brother, you misunderstand. This marks the three hundred and sixty-eighth woman who has captured my heart. It’s been ages since I’ve felt such a stirring.”

Yi Feng nearly choked, spewing half a bowl of wine onto the floor!

Pfft!

Three hundred and sixty-eight! And this scoundrel still speaks of a fluttering heart?

To think I even considered consoling him, when he was the true perpetrator!

It took Yi Feng a significant moment to recover, and he gazed at the youth with a faint, complaining tone.

“Brother,”

“You are already so unburdened, why speak of regrets? You weren’t rejected; you’re simply a scumbag who failed to harvest his desired fruit!”

The youth blinked in astonishment at Yi Feng’s words.

“Scumbag? What is a scumbag?”

This question left Yi Feng momentarily speechless. After some thought, he managed a common definition and spoke again.

“A scumbag is…”

“It refers to a man who prioritizes only his own pleasure, remains unfaithful to any one person, walks amongst a garden of flowers without a single petal brushing him, and spends his days flirting!”

Though his explanation was earnest, it carried a rather unsavory implication.

Yet, the Youth in Black’s eyes brightened, and he suddenly brimmed with energy!

“Flirting all day? Such a delightful prospect?”

“Being a scumbag is wonderful!”

“I most certainly wish to be a scumbag!”

Watching the situation worsen with each word he spoke, Yi Feng, unsure whether to laugh or cry at his companion’s carefree nature, could only offer a nod in response.

“Alright…”

“Then strive for it.”

The two clinked their glasses again, their conversation flowing, their bond deepening as they savored the most relaxed and joyous moments they had experienced in years.

But such blissful times are invariably fleeting.

Before they knew it, the last cup of wine was finished, and the several jars of Peach Blossom Wine they had brought were depleted.

Neither man was intoxicated, yet the Youth in Black suddenly adopted a serious expression.

“Brother, I’ve noticed you seem somewhat preoccupied. Is something burdening your mind?”

Hearing this, Yi Feng offered a smile, his eyes reflecting an emotion beyond words.

“The one who truly understands me is my brother.”

He mused that he had not displayed any obvious signs, and no one within the entire Sect had perceived anything amiss, yet this companion had seen through him. Their unspoken understanding needed no further affirmation.

Yi Feng then proceeded to articulate the quiet anxiety that had been unsettling him.

“Today, I led my forces to assault the Golden Saber Sect. Their Sect Master’s Cultivation was rather unremarkable, possessing no extraordinary qualities. However, he produced a jade token, infused it with his essence blood at a critical juncture, and vanished right before my eyes.”

“I am plagued by an ominous foreboding, akin to releasing a tiger back into the wilderness.”

The Youth in Black mirrored Yi Feng’s surprise, his eyes widening.

“A mere seventh-grade Sect possesses a life-saving trump card that could evade your grasp?”

“This indeed seems quite peculiar.”

His somber expression lasted only a few breaths before the Youth in Black smiled once more and rose, preparing to depart.

“Brother, you needn’t fret excessively over this matter.”

“Even if he possesses a trump card, he remains but a minor individual. Whatever transpires hereafter, as long as we brothers stand united, we can undoubtedly overcome it!”

“Do not forget, our ultimate goal is to carve a path back to the Nanli Kingdom and obliterate that so-called Holy Land!”

“This minor obstacle before us will certainly not impede our progress!”

Yi Feng nodded in agreement and likewise prepared to retire for the night.

As the pair emerged from the main hall, they observed the Grand Elder, who had been standing in the courtyard with respectful deference for some time. A subtle trace of worry was etched upon his brow, suggesting some underlying concern.

Noticing his demeanor, the two exchanged a glance before inquiring,

“What troubles you?”

Upon hearing the question, the Grand Elder swiftly stepped forward and bowed.

“Sect Master, Great Protector!”

"Forgive my presumption, Sect Master, but concerning your engagement with the Golden Saber Sect today, were you successful in eliminating their Sect Master, Jin Weiyuan? The disciples made no mention of it, prompting my inquiry."

Yi Feng's sense of foreboding intensified upon hearing this, his voice deepening as he queried.

"No, he managed to flee."

"Pray tell, why this intense focus on Jin Weiyuan?"

The moment these words left his lips, the Grand Elder's eyelids spasmed violently, his hands betraying a tremor!

"This!"

"Sect Master, I fear our New Sword Sect faces dire peril!"