I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 766

With grim expressions, the two men quickly retraced their steps to locate Yi Feng.

While the majority of the crowd was ascending rapidly, a few stragglers remained. It would be a source of immense shame if the Hundred Refinements Sect, having sent representatives for the Grand Tournament, was seen unable to even navigate the entrance stairs of the host Sect.

Yi Feng might be able to tolerate such a disgrace, but as his attendants, they certainly could not stomach the loss of face.

The pair hurried down the stone flight, scanning the path for any sign of him.

They reached the 4,000th step, but he was nowhere to be found.

They continued their descent.

3,000 steps.

Still nothing.

2,000 steps...

1,000 steps...

Yet, the path before them remained empty.

The brothers' complexions turned as dark as soot.

Heavens, he couldn't even manage a thousand steps? Exactly how much of a useless wretch is this man?

Their hearts grew colder with every meter they descended as they continued to trudge downward.

800 steps... 600 steps... 400 steps... 300 steps... Yi Feng was still missing.

Finally, after descending even further, they spotted Yi Feng near the 200th step.

Yi Feng was slumped on the ground in a heap, gasping for air.

At his side stood Su Bai, diligently fanning him with a palm leaf fan.

"Ah, Bai, you youngsters are truly blessed," Yi Feng remarked. Feeling revived by the cool breeze Su Bai provided, he couldn't help but offer a sigh of praise.

"Hehe, you're joking with me, Master," Su Bai replied with a chuckle. Rubbing his forehead, he remained entirely focused on his task, fanning Yi Feng without a single worry.

"Look, do you see that bird?"

Leaning back against a step, Yi Feng pointed toward a massive bird soaring through the distant clouds. He called out, "That has to be a genuine wild delicacy from the deep mountains. If we could catch it, the taste would surely be incredible."

"What is it, Master? Do you wish to eat it?"

Su Bai asked, squinting at the distant creature.

"Let's get through this so-called Grand Tournament first," Yi Feng laughed. "After all, catching it might not be so simple for you."

Su Bai took another look at the bird.

Indeed, it did not appear to be an easy target.

That creature seemed to be a sacred beast belonging to the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, a level of existence far beyond the reach of the Hundred Refinements Sect.

His current strength was likely insufficient.

"But don't fret," Yi Feng said, smiling. "If we decide we really want to eat it later, I'll provide you with some gear. Trust me, you'll be able to bring it down in an instant."

Su Bai was stunned by the claim.

He had no inkling of what terrifying technique or tool Yi Feng intended to teach him next.

However, as the two were engrossed in their chat, they suddenly felt two pairs of eyes glaring down at them from above.

"Oh? Why have you two come back down?" Yi Feng asked, turning around.

"What else were we supposed to do?"

Jiang Zuo’s face was as dark as a thundercloud. His voice dripped with suppressed fury as he spoke through clenched teeth, "I was going to ask you the same—why did you stop after barely 200 steps?"

"Hey, what's with that tone?"

Noticing Jiang Zuo’s hostility, Yi Feng’s expression immediately soured. He snapped back, "What is wrong with stopping at 200 steps? Do you think that isn't enough?"

"Have you considered how high each of these steps is?"

"Ten steps are equivalent to one floor."

"I have climbed over 200 steps, which is like scaling more than 20 stories."

"Is that not enough?"

Yi Feng challenged him.

"You... you..."

Jiang Zuo’s face flushed red with indignation, and he looked ready to strike Yi Feng.

However, regardless of his feelings, Yi Feng was the man of Shi Qingwu, a person of superior status. Jiang Zuo did not dare to openly offend him.

Nevertheless, his blood was boiling.

Everyone else had reached the summit in a single breath, yet Yi Feng had spent over two hours to climb a mere 200 steps. Not only was he shameless about it, but he also seemed proud. Where was his sense of dignity?

And there he sat, discussing birds with a common servant.

Within this misty formation, there weren't even insects, let alone birds.

"Fine. Can you at least manage to climb the rest?"

Jiang Zuo asked, struggling to keep his temper in check.

"What kind of attitude is that? I am the Sect Master’s man; show some respect," Yi Feng retorted with a glare. "You’ve been scowling and grumbling this entire time. You’re incredibly annoying, you know that? If you keep this up, don't blame me for making things difficult for you later."

Jiang Zuo’s facial muscles twitched.

He was unaware of the hidden details of the plan, nor did he realize Yi Feng was merely pretending to be Shi Qingwu’s lover.

Hearing Yi Feng’s warning, he did feel a flicker of genuine concern.

Ultimately, Yi Feng was still Shi Qingwu’s man, and his own behavior as a subordinate was indeed out of line.

"Then, may I ask, Master, are you able to continue the ascent?"

Jiang Zuo forced himself to bow his head and ask properly.

Internally, however, he was still seething.

Why? Why would a woman of Shi Qingwu’s peerless talent choose a man like this?

"Yes,"

"Now that I have rested, I can manage,"

Yi Feng slowly hauled himself up and resumed the climb.

This time, Jiang Zuo and Jiang You did not sprint ahead. They trailed behind Yi Feng, terrified that he might give up again after another hundred steps.

As it turned out, their fears were well-founded. Before even reaching a hundred more steps, Yi Feng halted at the 80th, waving his hand while gasping for breath.

"Ah, I can't... I can't do it. I need to rest!"

Yi Feng leaned against his knees, breathing heavily.

At that moment, several representatives from other sects happened to pass by, casting curious glances their way.

Jiang Zuo and Jiang You felt their skin crawl under the scrutiny.

It was humiliating. Utterly humiliating.

Fortunately, these sects had no ties to the Hundred Refinements Sect. Without further delay, the two brothers moved in, one on each side, hoisted Yi Feng up, and forced the climb to continue.

If they let Yi Feng climb at his own pace, the Grand Tournament would likely be over before he saw the summit.

During the ascent, the two refused to stop for even a second, desperate to reach the top as quickly as possible.

Before long, the group of four finally reached the peak.

"I'm spent, absolutely exhausted. I shouldn’t have come," Yi Feng panted, leaning against a nearby tree.

Watching him, the two brothers were left speechless.

To show up at the Grand Tournament in such a state?

However, what shocked them even more was that Su Bai had managed to follow them all the way to the top on his own.

He was merely a lowly servant!

"This servant... he has something about him. Perhaps he possesses some latent talent," Jiang You remarked. "To climb these steps unaided, he might actually qualify as an outer disciple of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect."

"He is quite young; he is indeed a promising prospect,"

Jiang Zuo agreed.

After a moment of thought, Jiang Zuo walked over to Su Bai.

"I recall your name is Su Bai, correct?" Jiang Zuo inquired.

"Yes,"

Su Bai nodded simply.

"I noticed you kept pace with us all the way to the top. You have potential. Once we return to the Hundred Refinements Sect, would you like to work under me?" Jiang Zuo offered. "If you perform well, I might even take you on as my personal disciple."

Su Bai was taken aback.

He gave them a brief, dismissive glance and then ignored them entirely.

Instead, he hurried back to Yi Feng’s side and enthusiastically resumed fanning him.

Jiang Zuo and Jiang You stood there, stunned.

???

What was that look from a mere servant?

Did he just... look down on them?