I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1290: The Star Lord Is Actually Me
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
With a series of quick looks passed between them, the pair had swiftly agreed on their plan.
Instead of responding right away, Qing Huanxiang merely kept questioning further.
"Star Master, earlier you mentioned the need to wipe out that outsider threat. That cultivator remains alive. Should you depart alongside us, how would this issue get handled?"
"Should this individual disrupt Lan Star's grand balance later on, the fault would fall squarely on you."
Nangong Yifang had already shared his honest feelings, and these remarks only deepened his inner turmoil.
For countless millennia, he seemed to bask in splendor without end, overseeing Lan Star as its Star Master. In truth, he served as nothing more than a forsaken piece, watching over this crumbling Lan Star amid utter despair.
At his stage of cultivation, typical mortal worlds lacked the means for any real progress. Holding the title of Star Master proved pointless, offering only a torrent of trivial duties to manage.
One day demanded he sort out conflicts between sects; the next required him to examine borders claimed by different races...
An unending barrage of tasks stacked up endlessly, looming like an unyielding peak right in front of him.
In circumstances like these, how could he spare any effort to chase the Great Dao?
Even worse, the universe operated on fixed rules. As Star Master, any choice he made, no matter how minor, could expand into massive waves, ultimately engulfing all of Lan Star.
A single misstep might tie him to burdensome karma that sapped his vitality, demanding extra effort to untangle. Failing that, it would cloud his mindset down the line.
Star Master?
It amounted to a grueling, unrewarding burden.
With these thoughts swirling, Nangong released a heavy sigh.
"Ah..."
"Truth be told, I never really planned to slay that fellow. He just acted so overbearingly, and with my breakthrough to the higher realm looming, I needed to clear my karmic debts and banish stray notions, leading to this hasty action."
"Should you two fellow Daoists agree to bring me on this quest for fortune, all that fades into irrelevance! Worst case, I'll address this karma sometime later."
His words flowed with growing candor, as though he had pierced through all illusions entirely. Gone was the lofty demeanor of the Star Master from moments ago; now shone a resolute spirit wholly committed to the Dao.
Clearly, for this chance, he stood ready to abandon every other concern.
Gui Shoutian heard this, his features twisting in shock.
"Hiss..."
"That's... remarkably free-spirited, right?"
"As the Star Master, bound by the divine mandate from the Child Star, this isn't a choice you can make alone. Are you truly prepared to forsake your role?"
"If Lan Star's broader fate shifts afterward, the full weight of blame will land on you."
This inquiry caught the Star Master off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless and uncertain.
Qing Huanxiang shot him a look, rose gradually, and then addressed him.
"Pursuing opportunities carries no blame. Yet you must first tie up your loose ends. Only when your Dao heart stands solid and clear of distractions can we discuss next steps."
The two elders tore open the void and vanished.
Regardless of the other's pitiful state or burning desire, they couldn't recklessly escort a dubious figure to Shadow Island.
The pavilion plunged into quiet, with Nangong Yifang left sitting stiffly by himself.
After deep reflection lasting ages, his expression blended turmoil and sorrow as he stared far off at the heavens painted in vibrant hues. In his gaze flickered a deep yearning and resignation long hidden away.
Folks claim the Star Master life gleams with wonder, the ultimate authority commanding Lan Star. But this role, coveted by all, had morphed into chains for him, dimming the Great Dao that once felt within reach.
What path should he take to shatter these loathsome bonds and, along the way, mend the karma sparked by that invading cultivator...
Having stared at the cloud expanse for what seemed like forever, a spark ignited in Nangong Yifang's eyes, hinting at a clever scheme dawning on him.
He smacked the table, leaped to his feet with vigor, ripped through the void, and dashed off!
...
Some half day passed.
Under the Sea Clan's guidance, Nangong Yifang at last reached the North Ming Deep Sea.
Through exhaustive searches across countless palace layers and chambers, he finally spotted Yi Feng, perched idly on a jade stair!
When foes cross paths, eyes ought to burn with rage.
But Nangong displayed pure delight, marched ahead boldly, and offered a deep bow!
"Sir, long time no see!"
Seeing the refined, sharply attired middle-aged figure advance with hands cupped, Yi Feng stood completely puzzled. The tone rang a faint bell, yet the face looked entirely unfamiliar.
"Who might you be...?"
Nangong Yifang paused briefly, then erupted in chuckles.
"Ah... hahaha."
"Sir, I'm Nangong Yifang, the Star Master. We crossed paths once at the Fallen God Hall!"
The moment those words landed, a glint of starlight danced in Yi Feng's eyes!
He smacked his leg, yanked out his massive sword in an instant, and sprang upright!
"You at last!?"
"You're still kicking? Outstanding! That's the mark of a real powerhouse. True to form as the Star Master! If you're here for payback, come on—let's clash in an epic five-hundred-round showdown!"
Yi Feng surged with battle eagerness, thrilled beyond measure.
Clutching his sword with a fierce grip, his veins thrummed with thrill. The earlier letdown vanished, replaced by a surge of life's purpose standing right there!
Yet.
His opponent displayed zero urge to battle. Rather, he pulled forth a token and offered it forward reverently.
"Sir, you've got it wrong."
"I'm not here to clash. I came to hand over the Star Master seat to you!"
???
Yi Feng's eyes bulged, his face etched with bewilderment!
"What in the world...?"
What's up with this guy?
Back in that prior fight, he strutted with all that arrogance and power. I trashed his base, and now he appears. It's weird enough he's skipping revenge, but yielding his spot?
What sort of twisted reasoning is that!
Before Yi Feng could puzzle it out, Nangong Yifang smoothed his beard with a grin, his tone brimming with approval.
"Taking on the Star Master role suits you perfectly—it's the people's choice!"
"Given your might, you're more than fit to command Lan Star. This honor fits you like a glove, and none would challenge it! Plus, the Fallen God Hall fell due to your hand. With the Fallen God Lands now without a head, you can't simply turn away. You must step in to fix it yourself. That's your karma."
Without giving Yi Feng a chance to reply, Nangong Yifang pressed the token into his palm while laying out directives.
"By logic and fate alike, the Star Master title is yours alone!"
"Behold the Star Master's Token. A single drop of blood will claim it as yours. From this point, under your guidance, Lan Star will soar ever upward, basking in endless splendor!"
"This encounter seals our karma!"
"Henceforth, you'll rise to lofty peaks amid countless accolades, while I roam unbound like a lone crane, savoring the world's delights at ease. Both pursuing our bliss—how splendid that would be!"
"Hahaha..."
As Nangong Yifang raced across the waves into the horizon, his joyous laughs rang out over the North Ming.
Gazing upon the boundless blue waters, he had never known such pure ease and fulfillment. The chains of eons finally shattered, leaving his soul unburdened by any ties.
Ahead lay vast skies for eagles to soar; endless oceans for whales to dive unbound!
Dwelling on that grand prospect, Nangong Yifang buzzed with thrill and messaged his two ancient companions.
Pressing onward without pause, his gaze sparkled with unbridled joy.
"Hahaha..."
"At last, free from this Star Master drudgery, and I've even cleared that karma! This masterstroke hitting two targets at once... I'm nothing short of brilliant!"
His hearty guffaws reverberated across the desolate skies and lands, his elation spilling over!
Deep within the sea palace corridors, Yi Feng gaped in total stupefaction, clutching the token amid sheer chaos.
What on earth...
I'm out here hustling to meet my end in every corner, yet this catastrophe drops from nowhere!?
Stirring up massive chaos, slaughtering hordes from the Fallen God Palace, even demolishing the Fallen God Hall... shouldn't that demand I perish a thousand or eight hundred times over?
How'd I end up as the Star Master just like that?
Damn it!
I've hunted for the Star Master over a month straight, only to discover it's been me all along?!