I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1252: Fortunes Wheel Turns

Yi Feng’s tranquil composure was the result of extensive experience; he had become quite used to these kinds of scenarios. He had weighed every potential consequence before making his move, and since he hadn’t nurtured much hope to begin with, he felt no sting of disappointment.

At the very least, he had performed a charitable act and earned some experience. The endeavor wasn't a total loss.

Furthermore, he wasn't someone who took lives without cause.

Even with only a vague understanding of the circumstances, he had ensured he was fully prepared before intervening!

Given the existence of a mine and the capacity to enslave such a large number of cultivators, this Black Dragon Divine Guard was bound to be a powerful entity. Creating a disturbance in such a place would surely draw out a major boss!

The various sects and powers within the Godfall Land couldn't possibly be composed entirely of weaklings, could they?

This entire conflict had been part of Yi Feng's strategy from the very start.

Everything was proceeding exactly as he intended!

Yi Feng touched down with effortless grace, his face remaining a mask of indifference.

The surrounding cultivators were struck with even greater awe, moved by the unflappable spirit of this senior. They pressed their fists together in deep gratitude, their gazes filled with profound respect.

Tsk tsk.

This was the true image of a hidden master who concealed his immense prowess!

It was only at this moment that the crowd understood why Yi Feng’s previous actions were so unorthodox—why he had the audacity to ignore the ancient decrees of the Guzhou Sect and traverse the boundless sea.

When one possessed absolute power, all regulations and perils were nothing more than passing clouds!

Even Lin Ruochen and his companions, despite their prestigious origins, bowed their heads in genuine admiration.

"Senior’s sense of justice makes us feel truly ashamed..."

Yi Feng returned the greeting with humility, gesturing for the crowd to disperse.

"There is no need for such formalities."

"With the guards gone, those of you who are able to leave should depart as quickly as possible."

He had just dismantled their entire operation, after all. It was inevitable that reinforcements would arrive soon. Yi Feng was indifferent to his own fate and was prepared for any outcome, but he had no desire to involve innocent bystanders in his troubles.

However, the moment he offered this advice, the ragged cultivators looked at one another with hesitation.

"This..."

"Senior! The captain has fallen, and the seals on our cultivation have been broken. Though we may lack strength, we can still provide support!"

"That's right! Senior put himself in danger to rescue us—how could we possibly run away just to save our own skins?"

"We are all travelers from the outside. We must stick together!"

"Indeed! With so many of us here and Senior leading the way, we should see this through to the end!"

Their voices surged with passion, their spirits ignited by the recent triumph.

In an instant, Yi Feng found himself at the center of a massive crowd, feeling somewhat like the grand leader of a beggar sect.

He was momentarily speechless.

These people were well-intentioned, but why were they so headstrong? He was actively seeking his own end, yet they were determined to follow him. Were all cultivators possessed of such reckless chivalry?

Why was it so difficult to talk them out of it?!

Good grief.

You have all spent thousands or even tens of thousands of years on the path of Cultivation. Can't you exercise a bit of logic?

Witnessing their rising fighting spirit, Yi Feng adopted a stern look and tried to warn them again.

"Everyone!"

"To be perfectly honest, a brutal struggle lies ahead. Even I cannot guarantee my survival. Staying here is extremely perilous—the true elites of the Black Dragon Divine Guard could arrive at any moment, and surviving that would be a miracle!"

"I am moved by your loyalty, but you must go now. We shall meet again!"

Rather than discouraging them, his warning only served to harden their resolve.

Several elderly men immediately rolled up their sleeves!

"Senior Yi Feng, you think too little of us! We have suffered enough shame. Now that our cultivation has returned, we will not retreat—even if death is the result, we shall fight at your side!"

"Exactly! We didn't journey to the Godfall Land to live as cowards. This is where we make our stand!"

"Regardless of the outcome, we will give our all—let us see what these so-called elites are made of!"

"We do not fear battle—that is our way!"

Lin Ruochen also stepped forward, bowing as he clenched his teeth.

"Senior, it is our collective wish to stay with you. The decision is made! We have endured too much disgrace—the Dao hearts of many here have been compromised. If we flee now, our Cultivation will never progress further."

Seeing the burning determination of the multitude, Yi Feng could only let out a helpless sigh.

"Very well… if that is your choice."

He was gambling with his life, and they were doing the same. Since they understood the stakes and had made their decision, he couldn't force them to do otherwise.

As he looked up in resignation, Yi Feng noticed that the members of the Black Dragon Divine Guard were still hovering in the air, frozen in place.

Blinking in bewilderment, he shouted to them,

"Hey, why haven't you fled yet?"

His tone was even more nonchalant than their deceased captain’s had been, yet it carried a terrifying weight of confidence that sent a chill through everyone present.

Hiss—

The hundred or so members of the Black Dragon Divine Guard gasped simultaneously.

A lunatic!

This man was a complete madman!

To slaughter their captain with a single strike of his sword and then ask such a mocking question—his power and his heart were clearly monstrous. In his eyes, they were no better than insects!

The situation had reversed. They were the ants now.

Run?

What a cruel joke!

They weren't idiots!

If escape were an option, would they still be standing there?

Shaking with terror, the Black Dragon Divine Guard suppressed their pride and immediately descended to the ground, kowtowing in total surrender.

"Senior, have mercy! We submit to your will!"

Yi Feng was caught off guard.

Seeing hundreds of people prostrating themselves so earnestly—some clearly petrified, others appearing genuinely remorseful—left him unsure of how to proceed. How was he supposed to deal with them?

Execute them all?

They weren't monsters, and they had already confessed their faults. He wasn't some bloodthirsty executioner; he couldn't just massacre them without thought.

After pondering for a moment, he turned to the freed cultivators.

"Everyone, I will let you decide their fate."

The cultivators saluted, and various suggestions were shouted out.

"Senior Yi Feng, those among them with blood on their hands must pay with their lives!"

"Senior, I suggest they be forced to mine themselves—let them feel the same degradation we suffered!"

"A magnificent plan!"

Yi Feng nodded his head in agreement.

"That sounds fair!"

"Those with blood debts will face justice. The rest shall take over the mining duties. We will wait here for their reinforcements and prepare for the coming fight!"

As Yi Feng’s command echoed, the cultivators bowed as one, and the Black Dragon Divine Guard submissively obeyed.

Before long, the mine was once again a hive of activity—though the roles had been completely flipped.

The members of the Black Dragon Divine Guard now had their cultivation suppressed, working like common slaves. They sweated and gasped as they moved heavy ore, not daring to rest for even a second.

What choice did they have? Their rivals now had a terrifying protector. They had to face the facts—staying alive was more important than pride.

Dignity was worthless if one was dead.

The cultivators stood over them, enjoying the spectacle of their former tormentors performing backbreaking labor.

If any member of the Black Dragon Divine Guard slowed down, a simple look from a guard sent them into a panic, digging with desperate speed as they tried to outwork one another.

Behind the lines, the cultivators had constructed a pavilion where the "madman" Yi Feng sat drinking tea with an air of leisure. His lack of fear sent shivers down the spines of the Black Dragon Divine Guard.

To them, his relaxed state was a thousand times more frightening than the tyranny of their former captain.

Mining productivity soon reached new heights—the Black Dragon Divine Guard had been transformed into human digging machines!