I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1288: What the Hell Is a Star Master

As dusk slowly settled in.

The urban landscape burst into vibrant neon glows, while the square-dancing ladies wrapped up and headed back. This marked the moment when the youth dove into their evening revelries.

Exchanging a few more sharp remarks, Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian yanked back their lines in unison and embarked on the path home.

With a bond spanning tens of thousands of years, they were well used to this playful sparring. It formed an unspoken rule of their companionship; regardless of the biting exchanges, their bond remained unscathed.

Ambling casually down the street, the elderly pair gazed at the city's shimmering lights with a touch of nostalgia.

In this relaxed evening atmosphere, mere steps into their walk, both came to a sudden stop, sensing something amiss.

A flicker of shadow crossed Qing Huan Xiang's gaze as he subtly shifted his head.

"Did you get the summons from Nangong Yifang?"

Gui Shoutian gave a faint nod, irritation flashing in his eyes.

"Yeah, I got it as well."

"That old guy landed on Lan Star and claimed the Star Lord role ages ago. He's dug in deep, always acting superior. Calling us out of the blue like this—it can't be anything positive."

Qing Huan Xiang responded with a vague grin.

"Brother Gui has a point."

"Still, as the Star Lord, he does hold the position. We ought to show up for the meeting, if only to show respect and safeguard the future for our countless kin."

At these words, though frustration lingered in Gui Shoutian's stare, he let out a resigned sigh and agreed.

"Ah..."

"Fine, fine. Let's do it for the sake of our offspring."

"Truth be told, I've never held that Nangong Yifang in high regard. Leaning on his Prime Star roots, he struts around with that condescending vibe, scorning folks like us from regular stars. Who does he think he is!"

"This round, we'll just check out whatever spectacle he's staging. If it's trivial, we'll pop in and head out!"

Qing Huan Xiang let out a light laugh at that and flicked his hand, tearing open a rift in the space ahead.

They stowed their rods and strode through, vanishing in an instant.

Emerging once more, they stood upon a remote immortal peak on Lan Star.

Crimson clouds painted the heavens, and faint celestial melodies floated through the breeze.

Above the cloud ocean, inside a refined jade pavilion, a misty silhouette rested calmly, staring afar with an air of ease. His flowing robe, draping to the floor, radiated sheer splendor, instantly evoking a profound enigma to any beholder.

Observing that unchanging pose from eons past, Gui Shoutian couldn't resist a silent transmission, full of curses!

"This old fox, still masterful at the theatrics!"

"He calls us over, but lounges there all enigmatic. We've crossed paths before—why the needless intimidation?"

Qing Huan Xiang shot a subtle glance and motioned welcomingly with his hand.

The duo advanced firmly, traversing cloud steps and floral gardens, right up to the pavilion's edge. As their feet paused, a detached voice echoed forth.

"Gentlemen, it's been some time."

The soft tone revealed no emotion, blending joy and ire into a heavenly echo.

Right then, the veiling immortal fog around the pavilion gradually lifted. The striking middle-aged figure, previously seated, smiled their way and extended a hand leisurely.

"Please, sit."

The gesture felt more offhand than warm.

He stayed seated without rising, skipping any extra chatter. The teacups on the table sat inverted, showing no sign of preparation. It lacked true warmth, coming off as half-hearted.

Qing Huan Xiang entered the pavilion stone-faced. Gui Shoutian, equally uninterested in niceties, trailed behind without a word.

They took seats across from him together, delivering a courteous fist salute.

"Star Lord, what urgent issue prompted this sudden call?"

Eyes on the pair before him, Nangong Yifang's mouth twitched upward as he eased into small talk.

"No hurry, no hurry."

"I brought you here for a crucial affair, of course."

"This issue carries immense weight, resolvable only by you two."

The formal phrasing grated on Gui Shoutian, prompting him to interject once more!

"Star Lord, just lay it out straight."

Nangong Yifang shifted his look at that, eyeing the elder turtle briefly before replying with a grave demeanor.

"Very well, I'll cut to the chase."

“Lately, a disturbance has stirred in Lan Star's Godfall. One cultivator proves particularly vexing, having killed multiple Godfall Palace elders and left its halls in rubble. This individual rampages without restraint, already endangering Lan Star's order...”

Mid-sentence, Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian grasped it fully.

So the old schemer faced a tough spot and only now dragged them in, hoping they'd tackle the threat. Clever indeed!

Events unfolded exactly as anticipated.

Soon after, Nangong Yifang fixed them with utterly serious eyes.

"This one's power is immense, beyond what common folk can manage. After deep thought, I must ask you both to step in—for Lan Star's tranquility, to wipe out this menace!"

His statement landed, plunging the pavilion into utter quiet for a few moments.

Qing Huan Xiang flashed a faint smile while clasping his fists slowly.

"Star Lord, pardon me. I've stepped back from the world for ages. With you overseeing Lan Star's affairs, all runs smoothly per our old pact. Regarding this disturbance, I'm afraid I'm helpless."

Watching his companion dodge, Gui Shoutian caught on quick.

He mirrored the smile, saluting with fists to bow out politely.

"Heh..."

"Star Lord, you're pulling my leg. I'm but a worn-out relic, far from my prime. As all know, I've secluded myself for tens of thousands of years. How could I presume to challenge an outer threat?"

These weren't pushovers; they'd never serve as another's blade. Nangong Yifang had reveled in splendor for millennia, yet at the first snag, he sought their aid? No one would mop up his spills!

Following their paired rejections, the two rose in sync without a shared look, in total accord.

"We're unable to assist. Hope the Star Lord comprehends. Farewell!"

As the phrase dropped, Nangong Yifang's face darkened noticeably. His icy gaze rose to lock on for mere breaths before he uttered again, his tone now radiating a crushing presence!

"Hold on!"

Those brief words packed a tremendous weight, slamming forward!

Anger laced his voice clearly, deeper and stripped of prior poise and grace. It appeared hostility brewed.

Before they could respond, he hammered with a deep, weighted query!

"You two..."

“Though you stand as my peers, and our ancient tripartite accord keeps domains apart, remember I'm the Prime Star's chosen Star Lord! Here on Lan Star, my rule is supreme!”

"Renowned as Demon Lord and Sea Lord, you can't just dismiss my command, right?"

“With Lan Star teetering on the brink, I've called you knowing this. You must aid its cause. Dodging this duty demands you consider the fallout!”

He leaned hard on his rank to coerce, his speech dripping with haughty dominance.

A classic old official!

Blast, that elite lineage sure breeds cockiness!

Even after so much time, his abrasive style persisted. Any hot-blooded soul would bristle at such overbearing arrogance.

Qing Huan Xiang skipped more courtesies too. With a smirk, hands clasped behind, he replied.

"Heh."

"The Star Lord's heritage is indeed noble, your strength well beyond ours. Yet as Lan Star's ruler, isn't handling this your role?"

"Your cultivation and backing outstrip us by far. Backed by Prime Star heavyweights, quelling a single cultivator should be child's play for you. Why drag us relics into the fray?"

This bold retort caught him off guard.

Yet it rang with reason, hard to counter on the spot.

Nangong Yifang's mood soured further, forcing out some vague, bureaucratic lines.

"At present... I can't act personally!"

"I face constraints you don't need to probe. Details stay confidential. Otherwise, I wouldn't involve you. In any case, you have to remove this threat!"

Can't act himself?

Hah.

So used to lording over all, forever delegating the grunt work while hogging the acclaim and status, dumping the messy tasks on others, eh?

Waste energy as his lackey? Better return to Shadow Island for some angling.

Back on Shadow Island, a Star Lord means zilch!