I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1309: Sword of the Deity
Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...
Yi Feng felt rather annoyed at being used as the fall guy by the elderly man, yet the rest became increasingly thrilled with every word they heard.
Within the lightless depths of the Prison Suppressing Demons, an opportunity to break free had at last arrived after their long wait. Their enthusiasm could no longer be held back, and even before Yi Feng had a chance to say anything, all of them directed their hopeful stares at Old Guo.
Old Guo was overflowing with optimism himself, his features displaying a proud look that said, "the student has surpassed the master."
"This young friend's aura remains profoundly hidden. I myself can't sense how vast it truly is, and I suspect none of you can either, right?"
A few elderly women bobbed their heads vigorously, voicing their assent.
"That's exactly right."
"Young friend Yi's aura defies comprehension. I feel embarrassed by my own limitations."
"Old Guo, are you suggesting...?"
Tree Venerable appeared to have realized something crucial, the astonishment in his gaze growing sharper!
Old Guo gave a deliberate nod, caressing his beard while squinting his eyes."Mmm."
This young friend's aura stands out remarkably. For it to evade our detection, he clearly comes from an exceptional lineage. His cultivation must run profoundly deep, originating from some mighty ancient family on a branch planet.
“We might not understand why this young friend ended up confined in this place too, but given his origins, his foundation has to be unshakeably firm. His cultivation base has surely been refined countless times, flawless in every way!”
The compliments escalated further, leaving the other elders staring wide-eyed in disbelief.
Every gaze shifted back to Yi Feng, now carrying a spark of sudden insight. It was as if they had all uncovered the vital truth, their breaths quickening with mounting exhilaration!
Old Guo's face turned even graver, his eyes brimming with anticipation.
This young friend's foundation and profoundness are beyond reproach. He hasn't lingered long in the Prison Suppressing Demons and thus escaped the corrosion of endless time. His Dao heart stays intact, his edge as sharp as ever. Those eyes, sparkling like stars, burn with unyielding will; he embodies a supreme divine blade all on his own!
“There's no question—he's the perfect inheritor for the 'Divine Sword'!”
At these words, the other elders jolted in shock, their eyes flashing wildly!
"That's it!"
"The Divine Sword!"
"Young friend Yi is indeed the divine gift from the heavens for us!"
Though they had anticipated something like this, hearing Old Guo declare it outright still stunned them, their cheeks burning with heightened thrill and delight, tinged with a trace of jealousy in their stares.
Yet.
Amid the intense scrutiny from the whole group, Yi Feng only grew more puzzled.
He wasn't a shy girl or anything, but having a bunch of old folks fix him with such intense looks, chattering away with rising fervor, sent shivers down his spine. Their fervent outbursts left him completely lost.
He remained rooted in place for several moments, his expression brimming with bewilderment.
"What exactly are you all discussing? And what's this Divine Sword about?"
Tree Venerable and the others shook off their daze at his question and launched into an eager explanation.
“Young friend Yi, this is your destined stroke of luck, and our stroke of fortune as well!”
"Young friend, perhaps you're unaware, but the Divine Sword is Old Guo's ultimate sword skill. This technique towers above all else. Mastering it to perfection can shake the heavens and earth, even stirring gods and spirits to weep!"
"Should young friend grasp the Divine Sword, you'll shatter the Prison Suppressing Demons, free us all, and your prospects will know no bounds!"
...
Following this impassioned rundown, the elders' faces glowed with fervor.
Yi Feng finally pieced together the main idea.
Apparently, these elders aimed to pass on this Divine Sword to him, hoping to leverage it for escaping the Prison Suppressing Demons. That explained why they saw him as their salvation.
His scheme to stir up chaos hadn't even kicked off, and here he was, catching their attention right away.
What sort of bizarre twist was this...
He gave an uneasy nod, at a total loss for words.
"Well, this..."
Sensing Old Guo's admiring look, he felt more and more uncomfortable and trapped.
Though this elder carried an air of authority, evidently a leading light even in the Prison Suppressing Demons, his gaze holding the weight of ages yet radiating a commanding presence—as though he truly possessed something remarkable—this was a weight Yi Feng simply couldn't shoulder!
Suppose...
If he actually succeeded in cracking the Prison Suppressing Demons open, wouldn't that unleash all the demons and ghosts he hadn't encountered yet?
Then who would he have to battle?
Plus, if this sword skill was genuinely that unbeatable, how did they end up imprisoned here in the first place?
Likely just empty talk.
The deeper he pondered, the shakier it all seemed. With no other option, Yi Feng steeled himself to respond.
You've got it all wrong. I'm no descendant of a mighty clan. Just a regular cultivator from an ordinary planet, nothing special at all. How could I match the image you've built of me?
As for this Divine Sword... I doubt I can pick it up. Better to look for another. Since Old Guo masters the Divine Sword, why not use it to bust out of the Prison Suppressing Demons on your own? Why hand it to me?
As the proverb says, don't take what's not earned.
No matter the motive, receiving a sword technique out of nowhere unsettled Yi Feng. Even if it crushed these elders' dreams, he had to lay out the facts.
Besides, taking on another's sword art would bind him closer to them. How could he then start conflicts and court disaster?
In any case, Yi Feng had to turn it down.
His statement hung in the air.
The grins on their faces turned strained indeed. They glanced around at one another, faces etched with bewilderment.
"Not from a mighty clan?"
"A cultivator from an ordinary planet?"
"That can't be..."
Even the enigmatic Old Guo's eyes took on a grave cast.
The once-buzzing excitement plunged into quiet. The mood grew tense and uneasy. The elders traded silent looks, then turned back to Yi Feng, their gazes layered with mixed emotions.
That fresh spark of possibility faded into shadow.
Still, these weren't everyday people. Though the setback hit hard, it wouldn't break their spirit. They soon regrouped and started conferring.
"Did we get it wrong? That doesn't add up."
"True enough. Young friend Yi's aura defies understanding; he's no mere youth!"
“No matter his roots, his exceptional foundation stands proven!”
Well put. A true hero's birth doesn't define him. This young friend remains the ideal heir for the Divine Sword!
After mere moments of debate, the elderly women's stares hardened once more.
They fixed their attention intently, silently waiting for Old Guo's decisive say.
Old Guo's face set in determination, his hand clenching his staff firmly.
"Your points are valid."
“Background aside, young friend Yi fits the Divine Sword perfectly. No one else here measures up. Across these countless years, my life force has waned steadily. Shattering the Prison Suppressing Demons now exceeds my power. We can't delay further. Entrusting the Divine Sword to this young friend is our final shot!”
"Win or lose, we go all in on this!"
His declaration infused the space with gravity.
All eyes turned hopefully to Yi Feng.
Leading the group, Old Guo advanced with a steady stride, clutching his cane. A tremendous presence surged from him, his beard and locks whipping about, his eyes gleaming with vigor, as though he'd reclaimed the glory of his youthful days!
"Young friend, this old man wants you as my apprentice. Do you accept?"
If you take me as your master, I'll teach you the Divine Sword. Should you one day rupture the Prison Suppressing Demons, I'll grant you yet another boon, propelling you to fame across the starry expanse!
His resonant tone echoed through the chamber. The elders' smiles returned, their eyes alight with visions of grand futures, mixed with a subtle undercurrent of envy.
This young friend's luck runs deep indeed.
To tumble into calamity and get stuck in the Prison Suppressing Demons, only to seize the chance to acquire the Divine Sword... it's a true turnaround from woe to wonder, stirring envy in all. With fortune like this, stardom across the Yuan Star awaits just ahead.