I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 4

Legend has it that a verdant mountain stood behind Pingjiang City thousands of years ago.

This green peak pierced the very heavens, resembling a massive pillar supporting the sky.

Later, a peerless master passed through the region and, with a single swing of his blade, severed the mountain in half. Upon that site, he founded his own organization.

Because of this, it became known as the Qingshan Sect.

Though the strength of its leaders diminished with each passing generation, the Qingshan Sect remained a sacred ground for Cultivation in the eyes of the masses.

Inside a grand, towering hall.

Luo Lanxue arrived in a state of great urgency.

"Master, your disciple requests an audience," Luo Lanxue called out respectfully while kneeling before the entrance.

"Lanxue, why are you being so reckless, interrupting your master’s closed-door training?" A powerful voice finally echoed from within the hall, carrying both irritation and a hint of fatigue.

Luo Lanxue felt a wave of anxiety upon hearing his tone.

In just three days, her Master was scheduled to fight the Xuanwu Patriarch, an opponent whose power far exceeded his own. Furthermore, the Xuanwu Patriarch was known for being treacherous and bloodthirsty. It was no surprise that her Master remained in seclusion until the very last moment.

However, this thought only made Luo Lanxue more desperate. "Master, your disciple has a vital matter to report—something that may hold the key to defeating the Xuanwu Patriarch."

"The key to overcoming the Xuanwu Patriarch?"

The Qingshan Patriarch was momentarily stunned, but his confusion quickly turned to fury.

"Is this how I raised you, to speak with such arrogance? A confrontation between Xuanwu and myself is not something you juniors can interfere with!"

"Leave at once!"

"Do not disturb me further."

"Master, I would never dare to speak out of turn," Luo Lanxue said, lowering her head quickly in her distress. "I implore Master to please grant me an audience."

Silence filled the hall for a long moment before the commanding voice spoke again.

"Since you have broken my seclusion for this, if your words prove false, do not expect me to be lenient!"

As the words faded, the heavy doors of the hall ground open.

Luo Lanxue breathed a sigh of relief and entered the hall, carefully clutching the martial arts manual in her hands.

She finally stood before the Qingshan Patriarch.

He sat cross-legged on a mat, his face still clouded with annoyance. As he listened to Luo Lanxue’s explanation, his expression turned deeply skeptical.

"You are claiming he is just a commoner?" the Qingshan Patriarch questioned.

"Yes, Master. Or rather, a peerless expert living as a mortal in disguise," Luo Lanxue clarified.

"Ridiculous," the Qingshan Patriarch snapped. "If such a powerhouse truly resided in Pingjiang City, how could I, the great Qingshan Patriarch, be unaware of it? What a farce."

"Please trust me, Master. This book was written by that senior's own hand. You will understand once you see it," Luo Lanxue urged.

"Humph!"

The Qingshan Patriarch snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist, he drew the manual into his grasp using his Qi.

A single look brought a sneer of contempt to his face.

The book appeared utterly mundane, lacking any distinctive charm or spiritual aura.

Had Luo Lanxue not been one of his most talented students, he would have incinerated the book and punished her for wasting his time with such trash.

"Please look at the contents, Master," Luo Lanxue added quickly, remembering the sensation. She cautioned, "Master, you should prepare your mind and guard against any backlash."

The Qingshan Patriarch looked impatient, but he casually flipped the manual open regardless.

In a heartbeat, his dismissive attitude vanished, replaced by a look of sheer terror.

He suddenly sat perfectly upright.

His frame began to shiver uncontrollably against his will.

A flood of emotions—shock, bewilderment, and pure disbelief—washed over his features, though even these failed to capture the chaos in his mind.

It felt as though a massive tsunami had been unleashed within him, impossible to suppress.

He never dreamed that Luo Lanxue’s claims would be accurate. This plain-looking book he had ridiculed was actually overflowing with infinite martial intent the moment it was opened.

The second his eyes met the pages, it was as if he had been transported to a different realm. Even as a master of the martial path, the Qingshan Patriarch felt like a mere ant before the power contained in the text.

What kind of being could create such a terrifying masterpiece?

Even more shocking was the realization that the brushstrokes were casual, as if the author had been doodling without effort. If a mere hobbyist's work held such incredible intent, how terrifyingly high must that person's Cultivation be?

Watching the Qingshan Patriarch, Luo Lanxue couldn't help but offer a bitter smile.

Had she not reacted exactly the same way when she first laid eyes on it?

This only confirmed her suspicion that the young man she saw lounging and fanning himself was a hidden expert of the highest order.

But the more she realized this, the more her heart raced with a mix of excitement for the sect and a deep-seated fear of the unknown...

"Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a boisterous laugh erupted from the Qingshan Patriarch. His hair billowed as a wave of overwhelming confidence radiated from his body.

He lunged from his seat, bursting through the ceiling like a streak of light and ascending into the sky.

Above the Qingshan Sect, the atmosphere shifted as a sudden storm gathered.

Rain began to pour as massive amounts of spiritual energy swirled toward the Qingshan Patriarch. Floating in the air, he glowed like a miniature sun, casting a brilliant light through the downpour.

"What?"

"Master has achieved a breakthrough?"

Luo Lanxue pressed her hands to her mouth in shock, her heart soaring with joy at the sight.

The entire Qingshan Sect was thrown into a state of total chaos.

...

"Who is causing trouble now? I just put my laundry out," Yi Feng complained, lying on his chair with a frown. His clothes were still soaked.

Even though he wasn't a practitioner, he wasn't blind.

He had never seen a spectacle this large before, but Yi Feng knew immediately that it was the work of cultivators.

"Zhong Qing, how is your training going?"

After pulling his laundry back inside, Yi Feng turned to look at Zhong Qing, who was already practicing.

The boy was currently holding a horse stance, and it was unclear how long he had been at it. His thin frame shook and sweat poured off him, yet his resolve did not waver.

"He has great spirit. It's a shame this is a world of immortals. In my old world, I could have turned you into the next Bruce Lee!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but curse inwardly at the thought.

This cursed world had given him a martial arts system of all things. It was truly a headache.

"Zhong Qing, take a break. Go get us two bowls of beef noodles from across the street," Yi Feng suggested. He knew that rest was just as vital as hard work.

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing wiped his face and dashed through the rain toward the noodle stall.

While he waited for the food, Zhong Qing stared at the distant sky, lost in thought until the vendor called out to him several times.

"Ah, to be young..."

Yi Feng sighed, shaking his head.

He could see that Zhong Qing still dreamed of becoming a cultivator. The boy likely stayed here only out of a sense of debt.

Sadly, his natural talent was simply too low. With those roots, he would never be accepted into the Qingshan Sect.

"If only I knew someone in the Qingshan Sect, I might be able to pull some strings for you!"

"But unfortunately, your teacher is nothing more than an ordinary man!"