I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1480: The Civil War

Following the elder's detailed explanation, the assembled crowd eagerly accepted the invitation, scrutinizing it with great interest. It was then revealed that the Blazing Fire Nation had recently unearthed a miraculous secret realm, a haven overflowing with natural treasures. This discovery ignited a fierce rivalry between the royal family and the prominent sects, each vying for exclusive control, resulting in prolonged and contentious disputes among these powerful entities.

However, these conflicts proved irresolute. With no other viable solution, they collectively agreed to abide by the established customs of the martial world: ownership of the treasure trove would be decided through a grand tournament.

In a statement designed to project an image of impartiality, the Blazing Fire Nation's royal family declared that, for the sake of fairness, all major sects would be permitted to join this significant competition, with each sect afforded the opportunity to nominate two representatives for combat.

Whispers circulating claimed the commencement of this grand competition was slated for two days hence, to be held at the very entrance of the secret realm.

At this juncture, the secret realm remained in a state of partial closure, allowing entry for only two individuals concurrently. This restriction served to preclude external interference during the duels, effectively creating a natural and equitable battleground.

With the full picture now clear, the group commenced their deliberations, their faces illuminated by confident smiles.

"Where individuals gather, strife is an inevitable outcome. Even the royal family is not exempt from this reality."

"It’s hardly surprising. The world is driven by self-interest, and everyone, including royalty, is susceptible to greed!"

"Indeed, the Blazing Fire Nation's royal family displays considerable cunning. By extending eligibility to all in the name of fairness, they subtly garner favor from the major sects. Prior to the competition's first clash, they've already secured a positive reputation. Once the sects suffer losses during the battles, the royal family will effortlessly reap the rewards without expending any effort!"

"This competition is undoubtedly going to be fraught with peril!"

"So, are we participating or not?"

Concluding their discussion, both Toad and Snail turned their expectant gazes toward the Youth in Black and Yi Feng.

The Youth in Black responded instantly, a charming smile gracing his features.

"We shall go! Naturally, we are going!"

"With a heaven-descended treasure trove on offer, this master would never miss such an occasion! Who cares about royal families or sects? In the face of our formidable New Sword Sect, they can all take a backseat and endure the cold!"

These bold pronouncements instilled a resolute determination in Toad's eyes.

Recalling the allocation of two slots per sect, their collective attention then shifted to Yi Feng, whose cultivation base stood paramount amongst them.

Without the need for elaboration.

Yi Feng conveyed his understanding with a subtle nod and slowly rose, his gaze meeting the Youth in Black's.

"Given the circumstances, the two of us shall enter the competition. This will also provide us an excellent chance to gauge the prowess of the major sects within the Blazing Fire Nation!"

With the decision made.

The Youth in Black carefully stored the royal invitation, and alongside Yi Feng, ascended into the vast expanse of the sky. Although Toad and Snail were ineligible to compete, they staunchly insisted on accompanying them to offer their fervent support.

Four brilliant streaks of light ascended, eliciting continuous gasps of awe from the onlookers within their sect's domain.

Before long.

Their destination materialized: the base of Cang Mountain, situated north of the imperial capital, bordering the legendary secret realm housing the treasure trove.

The tableau before them was already a vibrant tapestry of figures, with hundreds of formidable experts readily apparent. Not only were representatives from the principal sects in attendance, but even several second-tier factions had dispatched members, all seemingly eager to seize any potential advantage.

The mountain's base teemed with diverse factions, a palpable undercurrent of tension permeating the atmosphere.

Observing this grand spectacle, Yi Feng and his companions remained entirely unfazed.

They advanced with measured steps, their attention deliberately bypassing the lesser figures. The guerrilla squad of yesteryear had now transformed into the esteemed leaders of a major sect within the imperial capital. Particularly noteworthy were the imposing figures of Toad and Snail, which instantly commanded the undivided attention of the entire assembly upon their arrival.

The quartet moved forward in unison, their presence radiating an undeniable aura. All those before them parted, while fearful yet appraising glances were ceaselessly exchanged from every direction.

Yi Feng and his brethren proceeded with heads held high, their gaze fixed resolutely forward.

The effortless smiles they wore betrayed a confidence that dwarfed all others. Their formidable presence seemed to exert a subtle pressure on the surrounding sects, compelling them to yield ground.

It was only upon reaching the foothills of Cang Mountain.

And witnessing the sect masters of the imperial capital's renowned Seven Great Sects, alongside the Crown Prince of the Blazing Fire Nation, Chu Xiuqian, seated composedly upon a long dais.

That Yi Feng finally paused, offering a perfunctory gesture of respect by cupping his fists.

"The New Sword Sect has arrived to partake in the grand competition!"

Upon hearing these pronouncements, the prominent figures present adopted expressions of grave seriousness.

The New Sword Sect, though recently gaining prominence, remained a rising force. Nevertheless, Sect Master Yi Feng displayed an imposing presence, unwavering even when confronting the paramount powers of the Blazing Fire Nation, leaving many onlookers in stunned reverence.

Even the leaders of the Seven Great Sects harbored a sense of unease.

Several individuals offered polite salutes in return, their expressions a tapestry of varied emotions.

Soon.

The grand tournament commenced. Contestants presented their identities and affiliations before being sorted into distinct brackets.

Subsequently, in pairs, they stepped into the luminous, spectrally-hued restrictive barrier erected at the mountain's base. The elimination format proved ruthlessly efficient, deciding outcomes in a single bout.

The assembled factions represented a diverse spectrum, and the disparity in their power levels was naturally immense.

For less significant sects, harboring aspirations of profiting from the chaos was merely a fanciful delusion. Against overwhelming might, all stratagems were utterly ineffectual. The record for the swiftest match was continually shattered. Some combatants could barely endure ten breaths before succumbing and making a hasty, mortified retreat from the arena.

Astonishingly, a few were vanquished and forced to hobble away from Cang Mountain in under three breaths, drawing bewildered stares from the entire assembly. The greater their prior confidence, the more pitiable their subsequent downfall.

Every spectator's eyelids twitched uncontrollably at these swift conclusions. Witnessing the Youth in Black emerge from the secret realm afterward, many were so taken aback their eyes darted erratically!

"He is... the Chief Protector of the New Sword Sect!"

Whispers rippled through the crowd, their voices quivering, compelling countless individuals to etch that figure firmly into their minds, secretly designating him as their most formidable adversary!

As the battles unfolded, the number of remaining sects dwindled dramatically.

A growing number of sects departed in dejection, while some, their faces etched with regret, defiantly lingered at the foot of Cang Mountain, anticipating the revelation of the treasure trove's eventual owner.

Ultimately.

Only the Seven Great Sects from the imperial capital and the New Sword Sect stood their ground.

Might reigned supreme in determining all outcomes; this fundamental principle remained immutable, irrespective of time or place!

Precisely as all eyes were riveted upon the Youth in Black.

Yi Feng vanquished the Flying Star Sect Master within a mere ten breaths!

Hardly anyone had the opportunity to process the event. They merely observed the two figures enter the secret realm's barrier, and an instant later, the Flying Star Sect Master was propelled backward, a terrifyingly deep sword qi gash adorning his chest!

Instantly, a colossal clamor erupted across the entire venue!

"Holy crap?"

"What just occurred?!"

"I have no idea! I just heard a thud, and so rapidly, the Flying Star Sect Master was sent flying backward!"

Feverish exchanges filled the air as individuals from nearly a hundred sects exchanged bewildered glances.

The much-vaunted Flying Star Sect Master's countenance flushed crimson upon hearing this. Perceiving the astonished gazes of the other sect leaders, he lowered his head, grinding his teeth as he confessed.

"I... I have been defeated..."

The moment his admission concluded, the entire arena erupted in pandemonium!

Even the leaders of the remaining six Great Sects jolted to their feet in astonishment at this juncture, and the royal family, who had been passively observing the spectacle, displayed visibly altered expressions.

Nobody had foreseen this.

The Seven Great Sects of the imperial capital were eliminated with such startling ease, ejected from the secret realm in less than ten breaths. Could the cultivation level of the New Sword Sect's Master, Yi Feng, truly be this formidable?

Combined with the previous performance of the Chief Protector, the two representatives championing the New Sword Sect were undeniably formidable combatants!

Curses...

How could the New Sword Sect possibly possess two such monstrous talents?

What course of action should be taken now?

If the competition were to proceed, would the treasure trove inevitably fall into their possession?

For a period, an indescribable sense of panic gripped all the sects, and a profoundly ominous premonition took root in their hearts!

The reality unfolded precisely as their fears suggested.

As Yi Feng and the Youth in Black secured victory after victory, the remaining six Great Sects were systematically eliminated!

By the time the final confrontation arrived.

The two figures standing before the secret realm's barrier were, in fact, Yi Feng and the Youth in Black!

The tournament for claiming treasures had unexpectedly devolved into an internal conflict?

Outrageous...

This was simply too unbelievably outrageous!

What was the purpose of even participating in the competition? They might as well have bestowed the treasure trove upon the New Sword Sect from the outset!

Despite such sentiments.

Yi Feng and the Youth in Black demonstrated sheer, overwhelming strength. Though the major sects harbored immense reluctance, they were rendered speechless, compelled to observe with helpless resignation as the duo calmly advanced toward the treasury realm.

As many spectators watched the figures of the two retreat, grim expressions settled upon their faces, envy igniting in their eyes like a wildfire!

Even the Crown Prince of the Blazing Fire Nation, who had maintained his composure, lost it at this moment.

After a few frosty glares, he abruptly rose and declared!

Wait!

As per the agreement established by the major sects, the allocation of the treasury must be settled through a competition. Despite your shared affiliation with the same Sect, you two are still obligated to compete and determine a victor!

If not, then who exactly among you holds the right to this treasury?!

Upon hearing this, the assembled sects across the venue exchanged astonished glances.

They had heard his words clearly and understood the Crown Prince’s underlying motive. He was clearly unwilling to accept defeat and was intent on inciting internal conflict within the New Sword Sect, hoping they would weaken each other!

This strategy of sowing discord was truly insidious!

Regardless of Sect loyalty or past relationships, nothing could rival the allure of this fortuitous treasury. No bond was strong enough to withstand the temptation of such immense fortune.

The Crown Prince and the major sects were astute judges of human nature, but they had gravely misjudged Yi Feng and the Youth in Black.

The instant the Crown Prince’s voice ceased.

The Youth in Black erupted into laughter right then and there, spreading his arms wide. He turned back and proclaimed!

Hahaha...

There's no need for further explanation, this young master indeed has a fondness for wealth. However, this treasury rightfully belongs to our Sect Master!

These words caused a collective gasp throughout the entire venue!

No one had anticipated the Youth in Black would be so resolute, readily relinquishing such a rarely found, heaven-sent treasury!

Was he truly not tempted in the slightest?

This was utterly confounding!

The Crown Prince's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had witnessed an apparition!

You! You ought to reconsider this decision!

Within this treasury dimension lies an immense quantity of heavenly treasures and earthly materials, their worth beyond measure! Are you truly prepared to simply hand it all over?!

At these words, every eye in the venue fixed upon the Youth in Black.

Yet, he simply offered a slight, dismissive smile. He uttered no further words and returned to stand watch beside the colossal Toad, waiting patiently.

Treasury?

Heavenly treasures and earthly materials?

Do these insignificant items warrant comparison with our camaraderie?

They all belong to the New Sword Sect anyway; what is there to contend for?

Besides, I’m frankly no match for Yi Feng anyway...

Who can fathom how this fellow Yi Feng cultivates? His Dao cultivation base skyrockets like a firecracker! In mere months, he’s ascended multiple major realms!

The more he pondered this, the more dejected he became, and waiting felt like an agonizing trial.

If he hadn't been concerned about the possibility of the major sects plotting against Yi Feng, he wouldn't have bothered lingering here at all.

The Youth in Black felt a sense of ennui creeping in.

His gaze began to roam over the various sects present, searching for any comely maidens to feast his eyes upon and alleviate his boredom.

Perceiving his wandering attention, the Toad seemed to grasp the situation instantly and couldn't help but scratch its chin with a chuckle. Simultaneously, it produced a jar of wine from an unknown source, grasped it between its digits, and offered it to the youth.

Accepting the clear liquor, the Youth in Black's face immediately lit up with a carefree grin, as if the recent turn of events held no significance whatsoever. He removed the crimson seal and began to imbibe deeply!

Within mere moments, the three companions were engaged in increasingly boisterous revelry. The Toad and the Youth in Black even commenced a game of finger-guessing with their wine.

‘Two Brothers! Five Fingers!’

‘Blast it! We specified that five fingers doesn’t count, how many times has this happened!’

‘Hahaha...’

As their laughter reverberated, the major sects watched on, utterly perplexed.

They genuinely struggled to comprehend the workings of these individuals' minds.

To disregard such a colossal fortune and instead opt for carefree drinking, they were truly a peculiar assortment!

Witnessing this scene, Yi Feng felt an overwhelming sense of reassurance and an indescribable warmth. Even if faced with myriad challenges and perils at this very moment, with these brothers standing behind him, he harbored no fear!

In the subsequent moment, he turned and proceeded to enter the secret realm.

Observing from a distance as Yi Feng vanished into the vibrantly hued barrier, poised to claim untold riches.

The assembled major sects could only watch with envious gazes, and numerous individuals began to clutch their chests and stamp their feet in sheer frustration!