I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1296: The Glory Unimagined by the World

With Gui Wanhai staring at him like some kind of freak, Yi Feng's scalp tingled all over.

He hurriedly shook his hands and started clarifying things right away.

"No way!"

"I have zero interest in becoming a Star Master. I've already smashed that token to pieces. Anyone who wants the role can take it. Oh, and earlier, those two so-called Sub-Star Fate Envoys showed up, and I took them out as well..."

"Besides you, nobody else knows about the token. No chance this chaos will come crashing down on me!"

Hiss...

Just hearing those words made Gui Wanhai suck in a cold breath, utterly floored!

He'd not only wrecked the token but also slain the Sub-Star Fate Envoys?!

My goodness, brother...

He finally realized just how limited his experience and cultivation level really were. The difference between him and Yi Feng was vast, like the distance between sky and ground!

Dumbfounded, he remained seated in a daze for what felt like forever, speechless and reeling from the shock. The words "Brother Yi" he'd nearly said now carried an immense gravity.

What a privilege.

Regardless, befriending someone of this caliber was a dream too grand for most to even consider!

...

Shadow Island.

The lively heart of the city.

As darkness settled in, a crew of laborers wrapped up their day and strolled side by side. Despite the tough hours behind them, they stayed sharp in appearance and brimming with energy.

They moved under towering buildings that scraped the heavens and navigated the vibrant glow of neon signs, their faces lit with cheerful grins. A quick glance of longing passed, then they buzzed with eager visions of tomorrow.

"Shadow Island keeps evolving every single day!"

"Fellows, do you reckon our dorms will ever get this grand in the future?"

"You bet they will!"

"Exactly! With enough effort, we'll climb the Great Dao for sure. Our days ahead will only improve!"

The head of the group, Xiong Fen, gave a nod and a grin, offering guidance like a wise teacher.

"Well said, you're catching on quick."

"Truth be told, back when I first arrived on Shadow Island as team leader, things weren't nearly this thriving. My own cultivation was laughably weak then. But through sheer grit, I climbed step by step to my current spot, landing gigs in the city core and guiding my crew toward brighter futures. I never imagined this back in the day!"

"We owe it to keep pushing forward with thanks!"

Nangong Yifang, ladder slung over his shoulder, absorbed it all with sparkling eyes, his expression packed with hope.

"Team Leader's spot on!"

"Hard work guarantees our tomorrows will shine brighter! Nothing in the world beats Shadow Island. This is our prime shot, and we can't waste it!"

After merely a handful of days on the job.

Nangong Yifang had felt firsthand the perks of Shadow Island. His cultivation had surged ahead, his wisdom deepened, and even the simple uniforms and tools handed out were treasures beyond his wildest dreams from before.

Opportunities like these fired up anyone's spirit!

Even more jaw-dropping, this construction role was just entry-level. Push hard and rise up, and endless chances along the Great Dao awaited!

Such motivating talk brought nods of approval from Xiong Fen and his boy.

"Splendid."

"Master Nangong shows real insight. Grasping this so fast after just days here points to endless potential. No surprise from a Lan Star native like us."

Nangong Yifang dipped his head in a modest smile, keeping his attitude grounded.

"Team Leader, Deputy Team Leader, you're too kind."

"How could I measure up to you both? Joining Shadow Island and working under your guidance is my true fortune."

Neither boastful nor rushed, with sharp comprehension.

Even rarer, no sly questions about his history could dent his devotion.

His poised manner and words earned Xiong Zhong's fresh admiration.

"Ah, excellent, truly excellent."

"Master Nangong must've held a notable rank before. Everyone, take notes from him."

Those words hit, and shame flickered in Nangong Yifang's gaze.

"Team Leader's pulling my leg..."

"My history's nothing special. Without the luck of joining Shadow Island, I'd have stayed a narrow-minded fool! I hope my teammates don't judge me. Let's all hustle together under the Team Leader to build up Shadow Island!"

His earnest, lowly tone instantly captured the team's respect.

Cheers of agreement rang out, turning the spot into a hub of delight.

Xiong Zhong beamed with satisfaction and swept his arm out boldly.

"Outstanding!"

"You all nailed today's tasks, and your mindsets are soaring higher. This leader's thrilled. My treat for midnight eats in West City!"

His bold declaration ignited the mood to its peak, sparking wild cheers from the crew.

In this heartfelt, upbeat vibe.

Nangong Yifang felt deeply touched, sensing fate's favor. He'd ditched his old Star Master role, started fresh, and even his old Sub-Star dreams faded amid the group's fun.

Those pathetic elites paled against Shadow Island!

His sole focus now was unwavering service to Shadow Island and endless awe for the famed "Sir." Yet he wouldn't dare dream of meeting such a supreme powerhouse.

In this existence, spotting one of Sir's direct followers during fieldwork would be a memory to cherish eternally.

Swirling in feelings and bliss.

The bunch threaded the uncommonly quiet city core, crossing a key crossroads, their gazes aglow with boundless thrill.

Nangong Yifang felt it strongest.

Even glimpsing the statue's rear in the crossroads' central garden stirred his thrilled wonder.

"Team Leader, if I may venture to inquire, why does prime city-center land hold a flower bed and statue? Might I ask whose disciple this sculpture honors?"

Xiong Zhong halted at the query, reverence flooding his eyes.

"Watch your words!"

"No disciple gets a statue! This one's crafted from Sir's exact image for Shadow Island's folk to honor and admire. Those exotic blooms and herbs are tributes from the masses. With time, it grew into this garden!"

That revelation filled the crew with reverence and pride!

Xiong Zhong eased his voice then, speaking with deep feeling.

"You came after the peak hours, so you missed gliding past this holy site at night and catching the liquid crystal screen's wonders. Quite the shame. When that sacred relic, the liquid crystal screen, first emerged, Sir's image and worldly marvels appeared inside. The whole isle bowed nonstop—it was electric!"

"Since luck brought us here tonight, come with me to bow to Sir's statue. Another time, I'll show you the screen's majesty."

The tale left them all buzzing, fidgeting with excitement.

Nangong Yifang swiftly dropped the ladder from his back, smoothed his clothes with care, and trailed the others.

Circling the garden to the front spanned just steps, yet it set his pulse racing. He buzzed with youthful nerves and anticipation.

At the statue's face, Xiong Fen and his son guided the bows.

But Nangong Yifang halted abruptly in place.

The carving was stunningly real, a godly work of art. Yet the features... the longer he stared, the more recognizable they grew, like something from his past...

After a few intense breaths.

Nangong Yifang's expression locked up, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

The visage stayed fixed, merging perfectly with his recollections!

This!

This is the outsider cultivator who visited the Divine Palace before?!

Nangong Yifang gaped wide-eyed, refusing to accept it. He rooted there in shock, legs turned to jelly!

That outsider cultivator was the Master...

No surprise.

No wonder his might had crushed everything that day, far beyond any outer Lanxing practitioner!

No wonder he, once a mighty Star Lord, couldn't glimpse the man's origins.

It clicked completely.

He'd actually challenged the Master? He'd been suicidal! Worse, he'd shoved the Star Lord's troubles right onto the Master?!

Thump!

That realization gripped his heart tight!

A tidal wave of dread unlike any before crashed through his thoughts. Though crowds chattered nearby, his mind blanked out, echoing only with booming thunder!

It's finished...

This spells total ruin!

He'd been foolish! Scheming against the Master, even smug about his "clever" folly that doomed him! He'd invited this doom himself!

Not just the golden chance lost for good, but how to make amends for such a crime?!

Frozen for mere breaths, Nangong Yifang paled like death.

Brushing off his team's confused stares, he fumbled a shaky transmission with quivering fingers, then bolted off, tripping in panic.

Soon enough.

Drenched in sweat like a storm, Nangong Yifang dashed to the park and dropped to his knees lakeside.

"You two!"

"Please, tell me—what's the filthiest, toughest task on Shadow Island? For our old ties' sake, guide me, I implore! I'd owe you forever!"

Qing Huan Xiang and Gui Shoutian glanced back puzzled, answering offhand.

"Filthiest and toughest?"

"Here on Shadow Island, that'd likely be the Night Soil Brigade still. What's up?"

The response landed.

Nangong Yifang's mouth quivered wildly. He lurched up in frenzy, kowtowing nonstop.

"I... I... I'm at fault! I've committed wrong!"

"I need to make amends! I must redeem myself!"

"Starting today, I'll enlist in the Night Soil Brigade! Daily hauling of waste to pay for my crimes! Thanks to you both, so much thanks..."

Chanting it repeatedly, Nangong Yifang lurched off unsteadily, vanishing into the dark.

Eyeing the odd scene, the elders stood perplexed.

"He okay? Looks a tad... off-kilter..."

"Tch. Just days on Shadow Island, and he's fantasizing about the Night Soil Brigade? Too eager by half. Mind's probably warped."

"This geezer still blind to his limits, grabbing wildly like that. Shame, ignoring our elder's good counsel. Total disaster."

"Fate's decree for him."

The pair shook heads thoughtfully, gazes heavy with regret.

Staring at the lake's starry mirror, as if the universe unfolded there, they settled their spirits and resumed their peaceful, satisfying angling.

They'd grasped long ago that Shadow Island alone promised infinite paths. Embracing one's place and delighting in it would open doors to the Great Dao. All hinged on destiny's hidden threads.

Outside world's trifles? No longer mattered.