I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 174

"Hmm!"

The elder gave a heavy, solemn nod of his head.

The Sky Devouring Emperor stood frozen as he heard the old man's confirmation.

He found it impossible to accept that his most incompetent son was destined to be the savior of the Sky Devouring Wolf clan.

The more he dwelled on it, the more unbelievable it became.

Suddenly, this old man—who had been in secluded Cultivation for centuries—looked less like a sage and more like a common fraud who had played him for a fool. The Emperor's blood began to boil with rage.

"Enough of your nonsense, you senile old fool!"

With a thunderous shout, a heavy palm struck the old man's bald head, sending him sprawling to the floor.

"Sky Devouring Emperor, what do you think you are doing?"

Trembling on the ground, the elder glared back at the Sky Devouring Emperor with eyes full of indignation.

"What am I doing? You’re a con artist who tried to deceive me, and you have the nerve to ask that?" The Sky Devouring Emperor placed a mocking foot upon the old man's back. "If you wanted to lie to me, couldn't you have invented a more plausible tale? Every member of the Sky Devouring Wolf clan knows that my third son, Ao Qing, is utterly useless. Yet you claim he is our savior? Do you take me for a complete idiot?"

"You... you are blinded by your own confusion!"

The old man cried out in sheer frustration while pinned to the floor, "I have not uttered a single lie!"

"Still clinging to your delusions?"

The Sky Devouring Emperor delivered another heavy kick. "It is true that my third son managed to disrupt the plot of Ao Qingcheng and the Red Sun clan, but a spear-wielding boy cannot resolve the crisis we currently face. I genuinely believed you possessed the gift of divination, but you are just like my muddle-headed father—nothing but a pair of damned swindlers!"

"You, you... if you refuse to listen, you will bring ruin to the imperial bloodline. You will be remembered as the greatest sinner of the Sky Devouring Wolf clan!" The elder shouted, pointing a trembling finger at the Emperor.

"Hmph, you old fossil, if I actually followed your advice, that is when the Sky Devouring Wolf clan would truly be in danger!"

After one last kick, the Sky Devouring Emperor signaled his guards with a sharp wave. "Guards! Throw him into the dungeon!"

The old man shook with fury, his face turning a deep shade of red. "Sky Devouring Emperor, a day will come when you return to me in apology. You will live to regret this!"

With a contemptuous snort, the Emperor returned to his seat. He ignored the old man and began to obsess over the ongoing civil war, trying desperately to formulate a winning strategy.

Just then, his personal butler approached and whispered, "Wolf Emperor, perhaps the Gold Elder's words shouldn't be dismissed so easily? Should we perhaps summon the Third Prince back first?"

"Hmph, what value is there in that old man's ramblings?" the Sky Devouring Emperor snapped.

The butler let out a soft sigh and tried again. "Even if the Wolf Emperor doubts the prophecy, I believe the Third Prince should return regardless. This is his home, after all. He shouldn't be wandering elsewhere while such a massive crisis unfolds here."

"Fine, fine! Handle it yourself!"

The Sky Devouring Emperor waved him off impatiently, barely registering the butler's words. His mind was entirely consumed by the civil war as he racked his brain for a way to prevail.

The old butler nodded silently and began his retreat.

***

At the Martial Arts Hall.

Yi Feng held his writing brush, admiring the characters he had just inked onto the rice paper with a proud nod.

He hadn't touched the guitar in several days.

Ever since that night of drinking, his musical prowess had ascended to a realm that rivaled the gods themselves. That unexpected breakthrough had taught Yi Feng a valuable lesson: beyond practicing different techniques, capturing the right "artistic conception" was the true secret to mastery.

Therefore, as he practiced his calligraphy, he experimented with every style he remembered from his previous life. This new approach was proving to be much more efficient.

However, such profound artistic inspiration was rare, and Yi Feng hadn't found a reliable way to summon it at will.

Still, he wasn't stressed. He had already mastered two of the four scholarly arts—zither and painting—to the "God-Like" level. Since his existing skills in calligraphy and chess were already quite high, reaching the peak seemed like it would be a simple matter.

Suddenly, a notification rang out: "Ding! New system task assigned:"

"Advance your cooking, wine-making, tea ceremony, and carving skills to the 'God-Like' realm."

"Task Reward: Gain a Halo!"

"Failure Penalty: The Martial Arts Hall will be confiscated!"

"Not again!"

Yi Feng’s face turned sour the moment the voice echoed in his mind.

This broken system never gave him a moment's peace, constantly forcing him to learn these random, mundane hobbies!

However, the mention of a "Halo" as a reward piqued his curiosity.

"What exactly is a halo?"

"What kind of powers does it grant?"