I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1302: Justice

The morning of the following day dawned early.

Yi Feng had barely risen and started preparing his tea when a group of finely attired servants appeared out of nowhere, bringing loads of blooms and greenery, trailed by heaps of lavish presents. This was apparently the perk of securing a spot on the Heavenly Ranking. He stood there completely stunned.

By the gods.

That famed Heavenly Ranking truly lives up to its reputation!

From what Brother Xu had shared, Yi Feng had unexpectedly climbed onto the Heavenly Ranking. He remembered the jealous gleam in the man's eyes and dismissed it as a prank back then, yet here it was, all real.

Joy struck like lightning; the shift in privileges happened way too swiftly!

Surrounded by a chamber overflowing with presents, Yi Feng felt a touch out of place. While he mulled over the reason for this abrupt honor, more calls for entry echoed once more.

"Fellow Daoist Yi, we've arrived to pay respects after hearing tales of your renown. Forgive our boldness and grant us your pardon."

Upon catching those sounds, Yi Feng emerged from his quarters.

Making his way to the yard's entrance, he spotted a handful of cultivators offering deep bows, their faces alight with anticipation mixed with nerves. At the forefront stood Xu Qingyuan, holding a modest offering as well.

Noting it was someone familiar, Yi Feng paid it no mind.

He moved back to let them pass, guiding the clearly thrilled visitors inside the dwelling.

As talk flowed, the gathering buzzed with heightened thrill and delight, each one extending clasped-hand salutes in turn to offer their best wishes.

"Hearty congratulations, Fellow Daoist, for your splendid rise to the Heavenly Ranking!"

"Fellow Daoist Yi, your entry on the Heavenly Ranking lets us mortal-star cultivators finally air a deep-seated grudge!"

"Fellow Daoist Yi's gifts are unmatched; now we can all stand tall with pride!"

"Exactly! Before, those sub-star prodigies scorned us all, ignoring mortal-star cultivators like dust. But yesterday, when the golden words of the list shone and revealed Fellow Daoist Yi's name, their stares bulged in shock! Recalling it even now brings such relief!"

"And that An Shixuan, thrashed thoroughly by Fellow Daoist Yi first, now eclipsed on the Heavenly Ranking too—he truly served as the ideal bridge, didn't he? Bet he's seething so much his wounds have flared up again."

"Hahaha..."

Their chatter grew more animated with every word, until they all stood as one, directing clasped-fist bows toward Yi Feng!

"Fellow Daoist's prowess stands supreme. You've earned honor for us mortal-star cultivators. We hold you in highest regard and pledge to trail you henceforth, offering loyal service without a second thought!"

This abrupt, firm gesture evoked the bold, brotherly oaths of the wuxia realm.

In that instant, Yi Feng grasped that his Heavenly Ranking position owed much to that prior young master?

What on earth was unfolding here.

He'd merely roughed up a delicate, handsome youth and abruptly gained renown.

Yi Feng couldn't help but chuckle and sigh, quickly urging them all to rise.

"You're all overstating it."

"As fellow mortal-star cultivators, we ought to aid and bolster one another. Such vows of devotion go too far. If you're willing, wouldn't it be better to just gather for some casual toasts in our spare moments?"

His speech, look, and earnest manner came across as grounded and warmly approachable.

Even as a top figure on the Heavenly Ranking, he retained this humble, relaxed, and generous air. Indeed, he deserved his status as the once-in-a-lifetime prodigy from a mortal star!

The assembly revered him deeper still, their hearts swelling with satisfaction.

Laughter rang nonstop through the refined little yard, as true bonds of fellowship deepened steadily.

At the same time, beyond the yard's dwelling.

A cluster of ladies descended softly as well. Their cosmetics were flawless, their outfits enticing—obviously prepped with effort, aiming to connect with Yi Feng, the hot sensation and elite of the Heavenly Ranking right now.

The woman at the head proved particularly daring. Her flowing gown resembled translucent silk, cheeks rosy, her striking beauty amplified by deeper charm. Just enough allure peeked through to stir anyone's pulse.

These elegant forms glided forward with soft, tempting strides, their frames seeming limber and irresistibly captivating.

They had gone past the old monument etched with "Luo Xia Heavenly Residence" and neared the wide-open antique portal.

All of a sudden!

A striking man in luxurious garb dropped down, halting them with a frosty glare.

"Junior Sister!"

"What brings you here? I've searched high and low for you!"

The arrival was none other than An Shixuan.

This day, Young Master An's garb remained pristine, his hurts apparently mended, regaining much of his past poise. Still, a shadow dulled him, stripping away his earlier appeal.

His commanding presence drew only cool looks from the nearby ethereal beauties.

The lead woman cast her eyes down and averted her face, a smug arc forming on her crimson mouth.

"Oh, it's Senior Brother An..."

"Senior Brother, mind your conduct."

"We only trained side by side on Blizzard Island. Such close terms don't suit us. This lowly one heads to greet Senior Brother Yi. I trust Senior Brother An won't harass me, or Senior Brother Yi might get the wrong idea."

An Shixuan froze briefly at her words, then fury blazed in his widened eyes!

"What?!"

"You... you actually talk to me this way?! Lu Miaoke, I recall plainly how you brazenly forced your way into my quarters, sobbing and pleading for my shelter in those days!"

His piercing tone resounded. The beauty in the gauzy dress whipped around too, her gaze brimming with bitterness!

Their stares clashed, sparks of enmity igniting at once!

"An Shixuan, you still fancy yourself that lofty Young Master An?"

"Hmph!"

"Senior Brother Yi shattered your limbs in mere strikes. Your power amounts to little. Failing even to claim a Heavenly Ranking slot now, you've shamed yourself utterly. On what grounds do you presume to command me?!"

"You're nothing but a failure leaning on your lineage. You don't measure up to a single digit of Senior Brother Yi's strength!"

An Shixuan's cheeks burned crimson at this, erupting in a harsh, mocking cackle!

"Ha, hahaha!"

"I can't measure up to him? He's mere refuse from a mortal star! How does he rival this young master?!"

"Don't imagine I miss your schemes. You're just a loose flower who's tumbled with many! What elite Heavenly Ranking genius would spare you a look? You slink here boldly only because he stumbled into the Heavenly Ranking and hails from a mortal star!"

These barbs stripped away every facade!

Having such sordid secrets aired in open light would harm their standings irreparably. Lu Miaoke shook with wrath, her scarlet lips twitching. The skirt-clad women trailing her flushed and blanched in turns.

Noticing divine senses from nearby immortal isle homes sweeping in without cease, the clash risked blowing wider.

Lu Miaoke and her fairy companions could only relent. With an irate sweep of their silken sleeves, they stormed off in anger.

Their scornful glares flowed freely, abandoning An Shixuan to gnash his teeth in rage!

He, the revered Young Master An, a famed prodigy of Blizzard Island once! By heritage and position, when had he endured such back-to-back insults?!

With icy eyes tracking the vanishing lithe shapes, An Shixuan clenched his jade fan hard!

"This young master will make you regret this dearly!"

He shot a venomous stare toward the merry courtyard home. This young master, stripped of his old flair, eyes now pure malice, ripped open space and vanished!

Shortly thereafter.

In a thriving urban center on a sub-star.

An Shixuan strode forth haughtily, making directly for the grandest array of halls and pavilions.

Upon alighting in the main audience chamber and recounting the tale to his sire, sure enough, the elder lord exploded in fury, pounding the desk and leaping up with a bellow of outrage!

"Unacceptable!"

"Some lowly mortal-star practitioner dares steal my son's deserved Heavenly Ranking place! No more words needed; foul play must be afoot!"

After venting a bit more ire, the commanding form of An Daohai flicked his sleeve decisively.

"Xuan'er, your father won't allow this wrong to stand!"

"The An Family endures no such bias!"

"No more chatter. Join your father to Blizzard Island and claim what's due. We'll seize back your rightful spot and slay that cunning, evasive mortal-star pest!"

Beholding his father's bold declarations and stance, An Shixuan's gaze lit with zeal, a spark of his natural arrogance resurfacing on his features.

"My gratitude, Father!"

With quick arrangements, the pair tore through the void anew and headed back to Snowstorm Island.

In mere moments.

The duo had materialized in the Heavenly Hall. Guided by a top disciple, they marched firmly into the Venerable's annex. This exalted venue imposed no burden on father and son. Backed by their unassailable lineage, they held every right to tread here.

They settled into the ornate seats with poise, exuding calm assurance.

Such was the aura forged from prestige and standing, a natural and exalted presence!

After a short wait.

Yuwen Qianyue at last arrived. Following light greetings as she sat, her voice took on a markedly reserved edge.

Noting how even the fabled Venerable accorded him deference, An Shixuan swelled with greater assurance. He sat firm, anticipating the unfolding. Long before departing, victory seemed assured.

An Daohai cut even more imperiously, stating outright at once.

"Venerable Yuwen."

"My son lost his Celestial Ranking position to a mortal star cultivator. Do you know of this?"

Yuwen Qianyue inclined her head steadily, face utterly composed.

"It occurred, yes."

"The Celestial Ranking honors power. Though from a mortal star, that individual's triumph was earned. No notion of 'stealing' your son's place applies."

Her firm reply left no gaps, granting no ground.

At this, An Shixuan's eyes shadowed, fingers digging into his seat's arm.

His sire stayed utterly serene, however. A glance silenced his boy, then he pressed on leisurely, a broad grin spreading.

"Heh."

"Venerable, you must be teasing. How could a trivial mortal star cultivator surpass my son? Something's off here, surely."

Yuwen Qianyue showed no sway, features remaining severe.

"Your son fell to Yi Feng. Word of it has circulated widely."

This gave An Daohai a jolt.

After musing briefly, a frosty note entered his voice as he replied.

"My son bore prior wounds then! Losing to an ambush doesn't prove true dominance!"

"One thousand jin of Sky Desolate Jade!"

"I offer one thousand jin of Sky Desolate Jade, seeking only a probe into the facts and fairness for my son!"

Now, Yuwen Qianyue held her silence.

Sky Desolate Jade ranked as prime forging resource, vital for sustaining Snowstorm Island's prodigies. After eons of use, the isle craved fresh supplies to restock.

Yet a genius like Yi Feng proved scarce too. Should he advance, his worth would rival or exceed such assets!

An Daohai's eyes slitted faintly as he went on.

"Ten thousand jin!"

"Ten thousand jin of Sky Desolate Jade!"

Yuwen Qianyue lifted her gaze at that, yet stayed mute.

An Daohai clenched his jaw and abruptly struck his chair's arm!

"Ten thousand jin of Sky Desolate Jade, and one Sky Transformation Pill! I seek only equity!"

A Sky Transformation Pill...

That rare elixir could spark a Desolate Realm Sky Transformation powerhouse, or even forge a flawless outer avatar!

At length.

Doubt flickered across Yuwen Qianyue's countenance, and her vermilion lips moved as she answered.

"The Celestial Ranking has been proclaimed. Though your son faced hardships, the outcome stands fixed. Still, if probes uncover wrongdoing, altering the list has happened before..."

An Daohai smiled at her words.

"Wise indeed, Venerable. I trust Snowstorm Island upholds balance. Pardon our intrusion today; we understand. We'll depart now."

Bowing his hands subtly in appreciation, An Daohai slipped an antique band discreetly behind, then exited the annex alongside his son, whose eyes gleamed with triumph.