I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1264: A Sudden Misfortune

"Whoosh!"

A beam of light streaked back toward the modest city as Yi Feng stepped out from the tavern once again.

Navigating the familiar route directly to the highest floor, he found Gui Wanhai still lingering over his tea. The man looked up and offered a warm smile upon his return.

"Brother Yi, you've concluded your business so rapidly?"

Yi Feng gave a self-deprecating smile and dismissed the question with a wave of his hand as he sat down.

"Sigh."

"Let's not talk about it. It was merely a trivial matter, hardly worth mentioning."

Gui Wanhai nodded understandingly at those words.

He personally poured a fresh cup of tea for Yi Feng, speaking with a reassuring grin.

"It seems it truly was a minor concern, which explains why Brother Yi didn't require my company."

"Since it is of no consequence, I won't press further. Let us return to our tea, and tonight, we shall get thoroughly drunk once more. My departure is only a few days away, and I cannot say when I might have the opportunity to reunite with Brother Yi."

Yi Feng's nonchalant attitude didn't stir any doubt in Gui Wanhai’s mind.

From his perspective.

For a common Cultivation practitioner like Yi Feng, problems would likely involve nothing more than personal squabbles or minor friction. Even if something dangerous had occurred, the protective soft armor he had gifted him ensured there was no real peril.

Even if some massive disaster struck, it would be a small thing in Gui Wanhai’s eyes. As long as it didn't involve a conflict between peak powers, he could settle it with a casual gesture if Yi Feng simply asked.

Naturally, it was impossible for Yi Feng to ever brush against that level of existence.

Perhaps if the chance arose later, he might show him a glimpse of that higher world.

This was the essence of true friendship: providing silent support and aiding one another fully in times of crisis, regardless of one's prestige or origin. This was a genuine bond.

Hearing Brother Turtle’s heartfelt words, Yi Feng let out a robust laugh.

"Whenever Brother Turtle desires a drink, I will be right here to join you."

"We hit it off the moment we met, as fellow travelers on the same path. A connection like this is rare indeed. Even if we find ourselves worlds apart later on, this friendship will be carved into our hearts."

"As they say, 'Over the sea, the moon shines bright; We gaze at it far apart, yet share this same night.' No matter the time or place, we shall remain friends. Let us toast with tea instead of wine, hoping for the day we meet again to drink and talk freely."

Since his new friend was preparing for a long journey, Yi Feng didn't want to ruin the atmosphere by making excuses to avoid alcohol. Besides, Brother Turtle’s tolerance was low, while he himself couldn't get drunk anyway. Loitering here, drinking while waiting for that Elder Liu to show up, was a fine way to kill time.

Hearing those poetic lines, Gui Wanhai’s eyes shimmered with light.

He whispered the phrase to himself, pondering it for several moments with a look of deep admiration.

"'Over the sea, the moon shines bright; We gaze at it far apart, yet share this same night.'"

"What a magnificent verse, truly brilliant!"

"Brother Yi, you produce such refined poetry one after another; your literary talent is truly remarkable. Let it be as you've said, Brother Yi. When we cross paths again, we will surely drink and converse to our hearts' content!"

The clear tea slid down his throat, leaving behind a lingering sweetness.

Gui Wanhai was visibly moved, his mind swirling with a thousand emotions.

This Yi Feng—though a human cultivator and seemingly ordinary, even insignificant within the Land of Fallen Gods—was, in his view, a truly exceptional individual whom he considered a soulmate and dear friend.

This sort of simple friendship was far more precious than any other.

If destiny allowed a future meeting, he would surely back his friend and provide him with a grand opportunity, allowing Brother Yi to see the greatest human Sect, the Fallen God Palace, and that peerless, majestic Star Lord.

By that time, Brother Yi would likely be stunned beyond words...

The two smiled at one another, their bond growing stronger.

...

At the heart of the Land of Fallen Gods, immortal mountains were scattered throughout the heavens like floating clouds and terraces.

From a distance, they looked like a cluster of shimmering stars.

A thriving floating island, veiled in mist and vapor, glowed in the sky like a radiant pearl, making the thousands of nearby immortal mountains seem dull by comparison.

At the dead center of this floating island.

Countless layers of palaces stretched out, their numbers so vast that the eye could not find their end.

Even without a nameplate, the opulent complex of palaces commanded the same awe as a divine residence. Compared to any other spot on the island, these structures stood superior; in terms of both majesty and scale, nothing could hope to rival them.

This was the fabled Fallen God Palace.

The epicenter of the Land of Fallen Gods, and the most powerful, mysterious Sect on the entire Lan Star!

Deep within the labyrinth of palaces.

A side hall sat as the pinnacle of luxury, with legendary treasures scattered about as if they were common items.

Any single piece of furniture here, if released to the outside world, would trigger a bloodbath of competition—treasures that ordinary Cultivation practitioners wouldn't dare dream of seeing in their entire lives.

Behind a desk of glazed immortal stone.

A refined-looking middle-aged man had been sitting in silence. His deep eyes betrayed neither happiness nor rage, and his form was saturated with the dense aura of the Great Dao. Even the natural Qi unintentionally leaking from him was enough to make worldly cultivators worship him as a god.

This was one of the Elders of the Fallen God Palace, Liu Changfeng.

For a human cultivator to reach his status was equivalent to standing at the peak of Lan Star. Anyone who heard his name would react with terror and reverence. He even possessed the right to seek an audience with the legendary Star Lord.

Sitting quietly while scanning various messages from jade slips, Liu Changfeng could determine the fate of countless people with a single word. What others viewed as massive Sect wars were, to him, nothing more than minor distractions.

His deep-set eyes remained motionless, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his attention.

That was, until an aged figure entered the room.

The figure stood silently in the great hall to pay his respects, his expression full of hesitation.

Before the visitor could utter a word.

Liu Changfeng finally displayed a hint of irritation, lifting his gaze slightly to ask.

"Well?"

"Tian'er has been gone for several days now. Is there still not a single word of news?"

The old man bowed deeply at the question, his voice trembling with caution.

"Reporting to the Elder."

"The Young Master traveled to the Northern Desert Barren Domain, and there has been no communication since. It is possible he is preoccupied searching for Starfall Crystal Sand, which is why..."

He was cut off before he could finish.

Liu Changfeng narrowed his eyes and slowly raised a hand to silence him.

"Enough."

"A father knows his son best."

"How much Starfall Crystal Sand could possibly exist in a wasteland like the Northern Desert Barren Domain to keep him that busy? That worthless brat has likely wandered off in search of pleasure and forgotten his duties again."

"Go and see which major forces are located near the Northern Desert Barren Domain. Order them to find out exactly where Tian'er has gone!"

The old steward bowed and hurried away, heading quickly toward a side chamber.

Once he activated a treasure artifact and found the name "Black Dragon Divine Guard," he grabbed a jade slip and sent out a command with crushing authority!

"I am the steward serving under Elder Liu of the Fallen God Palace."

"You are to determine the location of Young Master Liu immediately! If there is no report within half a day, the Black Dragon Divine Guard shall be wiped from the Land of Fallen Gods!"

Millions of miles away.

Yao Qianji was leisurely sipping wine when the transmission suddenly hit him. He listened with indifference at first, but was instantly shocked into a panic, his face turning ghostly white.

"This..."

"Sir, please, have mercy!"

"We received no word of Young Master Liu’s arrival. Half a day is far too little time; even if every member of the Black Dragon Divine Guard is sent out to search, we might not find anything!"

As he spoke, every disciple of the Black Dragon Divine Guard in the hall stood up in terror.

Everything had been peaceful a moment ago—how could such a disaster suddenly fall upon their heads!