I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1310: Legendary Figure

The whole hall brimmed with awe and eagerness. All the elders figured the issue was wrapped up.

Unexpectedly, Yi Feng revealed a hesitant look on his face.

"This business of taking on a disciple... let's just drop it."

He'd never planned to pick up anyone's sword skills. Wandering into the Demon-Suppressing Prison had been a brush with death. No matter how amazing that sword art might be, he couldn't simply freeload off others. That kind of behavior was out of the question.

Once his words landed, the group of elders stood there dumbfounded.

The Divine Sword stood as an unparalleled sword technique. In the outside realm, hordes of folks would battle fiercely for just a peek at it, but here was a prime shot at claiming its legacy, and he was turning it down?

How could that be!

This shocking twist left everyone reeling, their gazes bulging. They lingered in stunned silence for a few moments before recovering, then rushed to convince him with desperate, sincere pleas!

"This..."

"Young friend, please think it over again! The Divine Sword is an ultimate sword technique that countless individuals yearn for!"

Yi Feng had already decided, completely against mooching off anyone.

Even with their nonstop urging, he stayed composed and resolute in his reply.

"Gentlemen, no need to keep pushing. I really don't want to study sword techniques."

At those words, everyone froze in place, the mood shifting to an uneasy hush.

Right then, the hopeful grin on Old Guo's face dimmed a bit. Confusion flickered in his eyes, and he stayed quiet for quite some time, apparently struggling to navigate the awkward spot.

Luckily, Elder Tree caught on quick. He sidled up to Yi Feng and murmured softly.

"Young friend Yi, do you realize Old Guo's background?"

Not keen on sword techniques, so now they'd pull rank to force it? He'd come across pushy sellers before, but never pushy teachers...

Yi Feng shook his head, puzzled.

Elder Tree pressed on, his face turning even graver.

"Old Guo rose to fame across the lands over ten thousand years back. He alone held off the demon race, his blade's gleam freezing the Nine Provinces in fear. The Divine Sword earns its title as a peerless sword art without question!"

"If Old Guo roamed the outer world today, he'd be worshipped like a god by endless followers. His feats command such esteem that even I, from the demon race, regard him with deepest admiration. Plenty of mighty forces exist out there, but ones like Old Guo—who act purely for justice and to guide the young—are truly one in a million!"

His tone swelled as he went on, while the rest eyed Old Guo with deep respect.

Sensing the focused looks, Old Guo's demeanor brightened a touch. He gripped his staff firmly and stood still, reclaiming his earlier aura of enigmatic depth.

Taking in the scene and the words, Yi Feng felt a spark of interest too.

"One in a million..."

"Pardon my ignorance, but what makes Old Guo earn such high regard from you all?"

Elder Tree chuckled at that, gazing at Old Guo with eyes full of esteem!

"Young friend Yi, since you made it into the Demon-Suppressing Prison, you must have heard of Frostwind Island, right?"

"Old Guo himself established this Frostwind Island long ago, raising hordes of top-tier cultivators to fend off the demon race, protecting all life, and defending the Primal Star's tranquility across countless eras. With the Demon-Suppressing Prison still intact, Frostwind Island surely endures strong in the world!"

"Such deeds, aiding ages to come—small wonder we revere him so!"

By the finish, his statements boomed like proclamations!

All eyes turned to Old Guo, brimming with respect!

Yi Feng felt a jolt of surprise and quickly spun to examine him more closely.

This glance finally let him see that Old Guo's features closely matched the massive statue from the outer sect. Far more aged, yet the vigor in his gaze and expression rang unmistakably true.

Good heavens...

So he was that mythic powerhouse!

Xu Qingyuan idolized him above all, raving endlessly about him during their booze sessions. If Xu Qingyuan learned this guy still breathed and got to behold his presence firsthand, his eyes would likely bulge right out!

Noticing Yi Feng's awe at last, Old Guo offered a warm smile, his gaze carrying an elder's gentle warmth.

Still, the longer Yi Feng stared, the more stunned he got. He couldn't hold back from asking,

"Old Guo..."

"You founded Frostwind Island. How did you end up trapped in this Demon-Suppressing Prison? You're pulling my leg, right?"

Old Guo stroked his beard and let out a soft laugh.

When he spoke next, his eyes showed the weight of years gone by.

"That tale... stretches on forever."

"Back in the day, to shield all beings, I set up Frostwind Island for raising the next generation. I never suspected I'd trust the wrong soul. A companion who seemed true and noble turned out a greedy schemer. Betrayed by this scoundrel, I lost the fight for Frostwind Island's reins, and from a slip of caution, tumbled into this trap."

"What's past is past. No point dredging it up."

His brief, casual remarks drew regretful sighs from the group.

Not just the other elders fuming over the treachery and injustice, but even Yi Feng felt stirred by the account. Eyeing Old Guo's sorry state now, he found himself speechless for a beat.

The virtuous perish early, while villains endure forever.

That old proverb rings so true!

Old Guo's pure sense of justice shone plain for all creation, yet he wound up with only a monument left. Himself, lost in this lightless Demon-Suppressing Prison, and the very Frostwind Island he built seized by foes...

Who could hear this without heartache!

The air turned heavy, yet Old Guo met their eyes with a wide, forgiving grin.

"We cultivators grasp that everything ties to karma and fate. Fleeting triumphs or falls mean little. Just cling tight to your Dao-heart, and you'll climb to the Grand Dao in time."

"Crossing paths with you today, young friend, marks a destined meeting."

"Since you won't take discipleship, this old fellow won't insist. The proposal came abruptly, after all. Feel free to mull it over a bit longer."

Those lines even caught Yi Feng off guard.

He hadn't figured this elder for such open-mindedness. His poise was indeed unmatched, befitting that fabled titan!

The rest, though, wore worried expressions, regret lacing their attempts to sway him.

"Old Guo?!"

"This!"

Amid their mixed stares, Old Guo just smiled lightly and dismissed it with a wave.

"Gentlemen, enough on this topic."

"The Divine Sword's legacy isn't something to rush. Coercing it won't yield true mastery. Allow young friend Yi some days to reflect."

"Looking broader, should young friend Yi somehow grasp the mighty sword art and shatter the Demon-Suppressing Prison ahead, this old man and you all could emerge into daylight once more, confronting our old scores and feuds..."

"After ten thousand years with our strength faded, stepping back outside spells unknown blessings or woes. We ought to ready ourselves too."

Those thoughts made everyone's faces turn serious.

After a few hushed looks traded among them, they nodded in unison, saluting with clasped hands.

"You're right. If we do break free, waves of vengeance await. Better to plan ahead!"

"Old Guo's wisdom shines through."

"Yes. Old Guo sees far ahead. We rushed too much. Give young friend Yi a few days to decide."

"We follow Old Guo's guidance."

With their full consent, Old Guo nodded approvingly.

"Very well. We'll pause this for now. It's uncommon for us to assemble like this and meet a gifted young one like young friend Yi. Let's chat openly today."

At that, the group settled into their spots one by one.

Yi Feng, joining them at the table, regarded the legend with respect, warming to him greatly. The term "noble and esteemed" suited him to a tee.

After some courteous back-and-forth, the vibe stayed a tad stiff.

Yi Feng had to steer the talk elsewhere, seizing the chance to learn more.

"I've heard fierce demons lurk in the Demon-Suppressing Prison. Why have I only spotted you folks and no signs of the demon race? Is it all just talk?"

His question dropped, and the men lifted their heads toward him.

Elder Tree especially locked a stern look on him, his lined face creased deep!

"Young friend Yi, don't take it lightly!"

"This Demon-Suppressing Prison looks serene up top, but dark dangers swirl below. The deeper you venture, the deadlier it gets. Demons aren't just present—they're terrifyingly strong!"

That news lit a fire in Yi Feng's heart.

"It's really that risky?!"