I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1289: Difficulties
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
Qing Huan Xiang had no interest in uttering another word, already having pierced through the facade long before.
Gui Shoutian proved even blunter, turning down the request right then and there!
"Star Lord, we lack the ability to help with this issue. Farewell!"
As they pivoted to depart, fury twisted Nangong Yifang's features. At last, he pounded the table and leaped to his feet, erupting in furious outrage!
"You rascals!"
"With such a vital affair unfolding, how dare you just walk away at will!"
His scathing words landed, freezing the two elders in their tracks.
Gradually, they swiveled their gazes, a icy spark igniting in their stares!
Nangong Yifang seethed with unbridled fury now, discarding any pretense of poise. He rose haughtily, smashing the table once more!
"How dare you!"
"Though you lead your clans, remember there's always a greater power above! I come from the Child Star, favored by divine will, and my cultivation dwarfs what you Lan Star locals can ever achieve!"
"You defy the heavens today? That's outright treason! Without a proper reprimand, you'll lose all reverence for Child Star's exalted figures!"
Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian observed the spectacle with icy detachment, their expressions brimming with scorn and frost.
In bygone days, they truly couldn't rival this Star Lord and had swallowed their pride for the broader cause.
Yet now, witnessing this Star Lord—who supposedly basked in a "Child Star luminary's" shadow—lose his temper, their minds stayed utterly serene. No rage stirred within; instead, they found the scene mildly amusing.
The intimidating presence and prowess, along with the enigmatic heritage, now resembled childish babble—naive and superficial.
Even that lofty demeanor felt like a jester's farce, devoid of any real weight.
They regarded the Star Lord's explosive ire and the flare of his cultivation with steady calm; Qing Huan Xiang's gaze remained tranquil, free from the bottled-up bitterness of old. Gui Shoutian viewed it as a kid's pretentious show, managing only a resigned sigh inwardly.
Nangong Yifang stayed blissfully oblivious, lost in his ingrained arrogance.
He still channeled his Lan Star-dominant cultivation. A vast shroud of dark aura descended, its dread force eclipsing the ambient glow, plunging the day into instant darkness!
This assault left no creature standing!
As a sharp gleam lit his eyes, he watched Qing Huan Xiang casually flick his sleeve, making no further gesture. The sky and land instantly brightened, erasing every hint of the eerie disturbance!
"Whoosh..."
A soft gust whispered past.
Nangong Yifang froze in stunned silence, his visage etched with utter incredulity!
His mighty blow, nullified so effortlessly?
This couldn't be!
His eyes bulged as he gaped, noting the two elders' unflappable poise, as though the event hadn't occurred. Their steady looks betrayed zero astonishment...
Deep and inscrutable.
In a flash!
Nangong Yifang's gaze quivered with awe, utterly overwhelmed by their bearing!
He'd never dreamed that these Lan Star dwellers he once scorned would grow so formidable after years apart. He even sensed the aura of venerable masters, his inner burden intensifying!
This dramatic shift proved too staggering for Nangong Yifang to grasp immediately.
Yet the truth stood undeniable!
These overlooked locals had ascended to inconceivable heights. Ten thousand years meant little to them, but in that span, their cultivation had soared, eclipsing his by leaps and bounds.
A torrent of astonishment flooded Nangong Yifang's mind. When he next addressed them, his tone quaked, his voice faintly shaking!
"Impossible..."
"This can't be real!"
"How did your strength surge like this all of a sudden?!"
Noting that Nangong Yifang had at last faced the truth and would probably drop the posturing and pleas, the two saw no point in lingering words, merely voicing a phrase before turning away.
"There's always a higher sky, and beyond every man, another stronger one."
The same saying resounded again, stabbing at Nangong Yifang's core.
Shame burned across his cheeks abruptly, like a heavy hammer's strike.
But beholding the arcane techniques they employed to tear open space, all his feelings sank away. Only blazing eagerness lingered in his eyes, as if a divine chance had dawned!
In that instant, clarity struck him.
He called out hastily, his manner now far more deferential!
"You two..."
"Fellow Daoists, hold on a moment!"
At this echoing title, Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian glanced back in confusion.
"What else is there?"
Before further inquiry, Nangong Yifang drew near with a sheepish grin, motioning courteously aside.
"Fellow Daoists, ages have passed since our last encounter. Why rush off so soon? I lost my temper before. Let's forget that incident. Please, join me for a cup and a quick chat..."
This Nangong Yifang truly carried weight, adept at adapting swiftly.
As the proverb notes, none slap a friendly face.
With the Star Lord abruptly enlightened and so meek, and no grudge etched deep, Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian offered him some courtesy.
They resumed their seats.
Ere they could utter a sound, Nangong Yifang had steeped his prized tea crystals himself.
The aroma invigorated, calming the spirit and soul.
The hospitality and demeanor differed vastly from earlier!
Once the tea had been savored, Qing Huan Xiang, sensing the intent, inquired evenly while observing him.
"Star Lord, after all, the three of us share a bond of tens of thousands of years. If there's something on your mind, just say it straight. No need for these detours."
At these words, Nangong Yifang appeared uneasy.
"Very well, I'll speak plainly then..."
"Your cultivation has leaped to new heights; surely a miraculous fortune came your way? I wronged you badly just now. Please forgive me. If you can set aside old grudges and let me partake in that fortune, henceforth, I'll regard you as my betters!"
Hmm?
As he finished, Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian traded bewildered looks.
They responded sequentially, laced with astonishment.
"Star Lord, from the bountiful Child Star, why seek external fortunes?"
"Yes, the Child Star holds such might. How could you..."
His former prestigious roots now rang hollow, almost derisively so. Yet Nangong Yifang took no offense, merely heaving a deep, pained breath, his eyes shadowed by woe.
"Ah..."
"Fellow Daoists, you don't know.
Though born of the Child Star and titled Star Lord over Lan Star, seeming endlessly prestigious and noble, in fact, I'm nothing but a forsaken pawn..."
"Do you believe I wield absolute sway here on Lan Star, shielded by Child Star titans, bound for the Grand Dao ahead?"
"Truthfully, I'm a mere tool following commands. I labor tirelessly to steer Lan Star's grand design while endlessly flattering Child Star's elites. For myriad years, I've walked a razor's edge, barred from returning home. My path ends in stagnation!"
"Alone here now, I drop the Star Lord's mask. To be honest, this role is a bitter pill—pure torment. Had I any alternative, would I have borne this agony so long?"
His heartfelt confession left the pair dumbfounded.
They'd never fathomed the seemingly supreme Star Lord as such a tragic soul?
Every household hides its unspoken woes.
Grasping his raw honesty, they at last comprehended Nangong Yifang's sudden urge to trail them.
Still, confronting this plea, they hesitated.
They conferred quietly through mental link first.
"Nangong Yifang does hold prominence. The Master embraces openness and freedom. Shadow Island's gates stand ever ajar. Since he possesses cultivation, allowing him entry might not harm."
"All earnest seekers of Shadow Isle are welcome. However, we must test this man's true intent—to ensure he seeks true change and vows genuine allegiance to Shadow Isle."
"Quite right, brother. We can't let an arrogant soul slip into Shadow Isle and sully the Master's reputation."