I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1

Moving with the grace of the Seven Stars and the power of a pouncing tiger, he executed a double strike with a hundred lotus flowers overhead, followed by the heavy impact of the vajra pestle...

Yi Feng concluded his Tai Chi routine as the movements flowed as seamlessly as water. He gave his gray robes a quick snap and straightened his posture.

"Hmm!"

"A performance as fluid as drifting clouds and running water—truly impressive!"

Reflecting on his recent display of Tai Chi, Yi Feng felt a surge of self-satisfaction and offered himself a compliment. Given his current mastery and deep insight into martial arts, he would undoubtedly be recognized as a grandmaster if he were back in the modern world.

However, in this place...

Such skills were utterly redundant.

Yi Feng sighed and shook his head in resignation. After brushing the dust from his clothes, he grabbed a ceramic kettle and settled into a reclining chair.

Two decades had passed since he transmigrated into this realm. It was a far cry from his previous life; this was a world of cultivation where might made right. Here, supreme experts could annihilate cities or uproot mountains with a mere gesture, and plucking stars from the sky was a trivial feat.

In his former life, Yi Feng had lived a quiet existence managing a fried chicken shop. When he first arrived, he was brimming with ambition and desired to achieve greatness. He imagined himself surrounded by female cultivators more stunning than any celebrity, living a life of leisure and power.

To his dismay, he discovered he was born with blocked meridians, making him fundamentally unfit for cultivation.

"Ding—Fist technique perfected, reached the level of comparable with the gods."

Upon hearing the system's chime, Yi Feng remained entirely unimpressed, feeling more like hurling an insult than celebrating.

"Host: Yi Feng"

"Age: 20"

"Cultivation Level: Mortal"

Achievements:

"Fist technique (comparable with gods)"

"Sword technique (comparable with gods)"

"Staff technique (comparable with gods)"

"Blade technique (comparable with gods)"

"Palm technique (comparable with gods)"

"Blacksmithing (comparable with gods)"

"Calligraphy and Painting (comparable with gods)"

"Healing (comparable with gods)"

...

Indeed, when Yi Feng crossed over, he was granted his own golden finger.

Yet, this golden finger provided nothing related to the path of cultivation. Instead, it merely gifted him a martial arts hall, and every subsequent advancement was strictly tied to the hall’s mundane skills.

Through years of diligent practice and system assistance, Yi Feng had elevated all these crafts to the pinnacle of "comparable with gods."

While the rank sounded divine, back in his old world, it would merely make him a famous TV personality.

In this world, what was the point?

Forget about true experts; even a novice martial artist could likely take him down with a single blow...

After years of internal struggle, venting, and bitter complaints, Yi Feng had finally come to terms with his lot. If he couldn't pursue cultivation, then so be it. Living a quiet life on his small plot of land as a grandmaster—even if only in name—wasn't such a terrible fate.

Besides, he had reasoned that the path of cultivation might be too grueling for him anyway. It involved trekking through dangerous mystic realms and constant conflict with various Sects, where one could lose their life at any moment.

Glancing at the bright sunlight, Yi Feng gave a lazy stretch and unbarred the doors to his shop.

He then brought out a collection of martial arts manuals he had illustrated himself, setting them out for display.

This was actually his primary means of earning a living, as actual students for his martial arts hall were few and far away. Even commoners here absorbed minor amounts of spiritual energy over time, likely making them stronger than he was.

Consequently, he survived by selling these "martial arts manuals."

Business wasn't booming, but it was steady enough to keep him fed.

Most customers simply purchased them as colorful picture books or bedtime stories for their kids.

"The number of cultivators around seems to be increasing lately!" Yi Feng remarked with a sigh, watching streaks of light flash across the distant horizon.

He lacked the ability to cultivate, but he lived in close proximity to those who did. Two prominent Sects were located near Pingjiang City, and their disciples often visited to stock up on essentials.

"I've heard that the patriarchs of the Qingtian Sect and the Xuanwu Sect have a life-or-death duel scheduled in three days. Cultivators from all over Nan Sha are flooding in to witness it," a nearby street vendor, who was on friendly terms with Yi Feng, shared.

"I see," Yi Feng replied.

He nodded and quickly lost interest. Such high-level conflicts had nothing to do with a mortal like him.

"Sister, look at these strange books! I've never seen anything like them before."

At that moment, two figures stopped in front of his stall—one tall and one short.

The smaller girl had her hair in braids. Though she was still young, it was clear she would grow into a legendary beauty. She blinked her lively, bright eyes as she peered curiously at the manuals on Yi Feng's table.

Her companion was a stark contrast.

Clad in white, she possessed a transcendent, ethereal beauty that seemed to belong to another world. However, she carried an aura of freezing cold, looking as distant and unapproachable as a glacier.

"Cultivators!"

Yi Feng noted the pair and was slightly taken aback.

Not only were they exceptionally beautiful, but they were also practitioners of the Dao. This was a rare occurrence for his humble shop.

The woman in white, Luo Lan Xue, shifted her attention to Yi Feng.

He sat there in a relaxed manner, his gray robes pristine. His refined face wore a subtle smile, radiating an air of calm detachment from worldly concerns.

To her, he appeared remarkably composed.

"What a waste; he is merely an ordinary mortal."

Luo Lan Xue quickly looked away, a trace of cold indifference on her features. To her, no matter how refined a mortal might be, they were still nothing more than ants.

"Sister, can I please have one?" little Yin Luo Li asked, blinking entreatingly at Luo Lan Xue.

Luo Lan Xue’s brow twitched with irritation.

Her master was set to duel the Xuanwu Sect's patriarch in three days. While the public believed they were evenly matched, as the master's primary disciple, she knew the chances of victory were less than twenty percent.

The Qingtian Sect was facing a crisis, yet her junior sister was distracted by trivial trinkets. She felt a surge of frustration.

"Luo Li, we are leaving," Luo Lan Xue said sharply.

"But Sister, I really want it!"

Yin Luo Li pouted, her expression full of sorrowful longing.

"Luo Li, we have matters to attend to. Don't waste time. Besides, we are cultivators—what value could a mere mortal possibly offer us?" Luo Lan Xue lectured.

Yi Feng’s expression soured.

That was a particularly insulting thing to say.

Yin Luo Li lowered her head, her lip trembling as tears began to cloud her eyes. Despite the scolding, she stubbornly remained planted in front of Yi Feng's stall.

Luo Lan Xue's gaze remained icy. She was at a loss for how to handle her sister's persistence.

With a flick of her wrist, she tossed a gold coin toward Yi Feng, snatched up a manual, and began to lead Yin Luo Li away.

"Wait, wait! One gold coin isn't the right price!" Yi Feng shouted, looking at the coin.

However, he was met with such a freezing glare from Luo Lan Xue that the rest of his words died in his throat. He could only mutter awkwardly, "Fine, fine. Since the little girl is cute, consider it a gift!"

Once they were out of earshot, Yi Feng made a rude gesture toward their retreating backs.

If he weren't so powerless, he’d certainly give them a piece of his mind!

Having secured the manual, Yin Luo Li was overjoyed, her previous sadness forgotten as she began to flip through the pages.

"Wow, Sister! This book is fascinating!" Yin Luo Li cried out in wonder.

Luo Lan Xue ignored her. She couldn't imagine what could be so captivating about a mortal's picture book.

"Sister, Sister, you have to look!" Yin Luo Li tugged at Luo Lan Xue's hand, acting spoiled. "It’s really amazing, look!"

Luo Lan Xue’s face clouded with anger.

With the fate of the Qingtian Sect hanging in the balance, how could she be expected to look at such nonsense? She turned, ready to scold Yin Luo Li again, when her eyes accidentally brushed against the corner of the manual.

In that heartbeat, her entire body convulsed.

She felt an overwhelming, terrifying force surge toward her. Her face drained of color instantly, and she coughed up a spray of blood.