I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1316: The Advantage Is Mine

Fengxue Island buzzed with frantic energy as cultivators zipped through the skies. The shadow of a massive confrontation loomed large, blanketing the area in mounting tension.

Messages had flown out to everyone, from the highest leaders to the lowliest outer sect disciples, sending all into a whirlwind of preparation.

Solely Yuwen Qianyue stayed hidden away in a quiet side chamber, unwilling to step out.

Having strode anxiously to and fro for a while, this revered Venerable gripped her slender fingers hard in front of her chest, unable to stop her panicked whisper.

"Why hasn't that mortal-star cultivator perished? He's gone and hooked up with a mighty supporter instead!"

"What can I do, what can I possibly do?!"

The image from moments ago haunted her thoughts, leaving Yuwen Qianyue so rattled that her calm shattered completely.

She found it impossible to accept that a Son of Fortune like this could exist, plunging into a nightmarish trap like the Demon-Suppressing Prison only to flip disaster into triumph and climb back out...

It defied all reason!

But driven by blind avarice and missing the real picture, she had plotted against someone like him. She'd kicked up a storm she couldn't control. And now, as Yi Feng came back shielded by Guo Jiannan's overwhelming presence, her end drew near!

The mere thought of the famed tales surrounding the Invincible Sword Venerable and his dreadfully potent "Divine Sword,"

Yuwen Qianyue sensed total destruction closing in!

She paced relentlessly inside the chamber, her features twisted in raw worry, resembling a frantic insect on scorching metal, stripped of her typical elegance.

Then, a soft voice reported from beyond the chamber's entrance.

"Esteemed Venerable..."

Yuwen Qianyue spun sharply, her question bursting out in haste,

"Well?! Where's that mortal-star cultivator at now? Has he headed to the Heavenly Hall to report me?!"

The outer sect disciple answered softly, tinged with bewilderment in their voice.

"Reporting to the Venerable, that individual has just gone back to his outer sect residence, hurt An Shixuan once more, and hasn't moved toward the Heavenly Hall."

At these words, Yuwen Qianyue's eyes bulged in astonishment.

He skipped the complaint?

This didn't add up.

Normally, after enduring such a huge wrong and snagging a fearsome ally, anyone would rush to even the score and flaunt their new power.

Having linked up with Elder Guo, Yi Feng had seized an immense stroke of luck from the heavens. From here on, his rise would be unstoppable. Backed by a figure of such horrifying strength, how could he hold back from vengeance or filing that report?!

The deeper she delved into it, the more oddities popped up. Yuwen Qianyue sent the reporter away with a chilly wave.

Alone in her grand seat, lost in reflection, she imagined a deadly blade dangling above, poised to drop without warning. A single complaint from Yi Feng to the Heavenly Hall would spell her total downfall.

With Guo Jiannan's commanding aura propping him up, once the facts surfaced later, death would be her inescapable end!

Yet, mulling over the report she'd heard, a nagging wrongness gnawed at her about the whole affair.

Yi Feng had the nerve to retreat to the outer sect and settle in, even striking An Shixuan anew. This bold, fearless display screamed of some hidden assurance. Such cockiness fit the pattern.

After all, clinging to Guo Jiannan's immense clout, and with other ancient powerhouses chatting him up and showing clear respect,

he had every reason to strut with confidence.

Still.

Armed with that kind of support, why hadn't any retaliation or formal accusation surfaced yet?

Brimming with doubt, Yuwen Qianyue dropped her gaze, sinking into heavy contemplation.

By luck, she spotted the jade slip at her side glowing without pause.

This served as the Venerable's official token. It rarely pulsed with updates, only for top-level directives that might not come once in ages. But today, it flashed endlessly. Most peculiar.

Yuwen Qianyue creased her brow a touch and reached out her spiritual sense to examine it on reflex.

Instantly, shock jolted her, and she shot up from her seat.

"Surround Guo Jiannan?!"

The bombshell content shook her to the core, her pupils quaking. She hadn't foreseen the Invincible Sword Venerable's return sparking a high command to corner him, slapping him with charges of demon and monster alliances!

This twist caught her completely off guard!

In the midst of her jolt, a spark of realization lit Yuwen Qianyue's gaze.

"Ah, so that's how it stands..."

"Guo Jiannan and his group face orders for siege and elimination from Fengxue Island. They must be too tied up to handle anything else. No surprise Yi Feng holds off on acting!"

Grasping the explanation, Yuwen Qianyue eased up and exhaled deeply.

"Phew..."

Resuming her seat, her features steadied a bit, and the familiar sharp clarity gleamed in her eyes once more.

"No matter the cause, the heavens are on my side for sure."

"With Guo Jiannan and the rest fighting for survival, that young man stands without any shield now. At last, I can breathe easier, dodging this disaster for the moment."

Reflecting further and revisiting old incidents, she started piecing together hints.

"Looking back, Yi Feng truly stands out as bizarre, far from a typical mortal-star background."

"No ordinary mortal-star cultivator could wield advanced treasures, endure this Venerable's array, or even qualify to know a being like the Invincible Sword Venerable. Bonds and destiny? Pure fantasy!"

"How could a lowly insect banter and jest with a soaring giant?"

"Except..."

As though a sudden idea struck, Yuwen Qianyue's eyes flared open wider!

"Except if he shares blood ties with Guo Jiannan and the others, or descends from one of them!"

"Yes, that explains it..."

"It has to be!"

"Otherwise, where would the treasures come from, or that astonishing luck! Who knew this youth hid such layers of deceit. Bearing a background that terrifying, he masqueraded as a simple mortal-star cultivator all this time!"

"This ploy of feigning weakness to strike hard is downright cunning. This Venerable nearly got duped!"

With the full picture clear at last, Yuwen Qianyue's expression soured faintly, a flicker of resentful envy crossing her gaze. She clutched the chair's arms with savage force, but the bitterness lingered stubbornly!

Not until fissures spiderwebbed across the divine jade supports.

Only then did this alluring Venerable woman ease her delicate brows a smidge, a icy, mocking shine igniting in her eyes!

"Hmph!"

"Descendant of the Invincible Sword Venerable or not, what of it?"

"Guo Jiannan's own neck is on the block now, making this support as fleeting as a reflection in water or the moon's illusion—it might dissolve into the highest realms any second!"

With that in mind, the malice in Yuwen Qianyue's stare intensified.

She scanned the jade slip repeatedly.

After devouring a string of urgent, brutal dispatches, a grin spread across her stunning visage!

"Hahaha..."

"Fengxue Island unleashes total assault and purge. Every Venerable-level and higher gets called up, pulling even dusty veterans back into the fray. Victory in this clash is sealed."

"Locked away in the Demon-Suppressing Prison for countless ages, Invincible Sword Venerable or otherwise? Even at his peak glory, time has eroded his life force and essence badly. He's no longer that unstoppable force. Escape from this doom? Impossible!"

The longer she dwelled on it, the surer she grew. Yuwen Qianyue's eyes brimmed with eager hope.

"A worn-out relic teetering on collapse, how to fend off all of Fengxue Island?"

"In this fight, my side holds the upper hand!"

"The legendary Invincible Sword Venerable, fallen so low, hounded mercilessly by the sect he himself built... what a pitiful sight. This Venerable stays clear of that chaos. I'll simply bide my time for the show to end."

Barring divine intervention from above, the Invincible Sword Venerable's defeat in battle was certain. She had no interest in piling on a sinking foe, and the gamble wasn't worth it.

Slim as the odds were for surprises, she refused to tempt even the tiniest slip.

Should the Invincible Sword Venerable perish, Yi Feng's elite lineage wouldn't save his modest cultivation level. Handling him would prove effortless then. And who'd bother over a forgotten mortal-star cultivator's fate?

All pieces fell neatly into place.

This Son of Fortune's streak of good breaks had reached its limit.

She just had to await the victory report, slipping free of trouble unnoticed. In a scenario so firmly locked down, no extra twists could arise.

Yuwen Qianyue tucked the jade slip away gradually, her eyes radiating assured triumph.