I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1329: Preferring to Be an Ordinary Person

Amid the joyful sounds echoing through the classroom, Yi Feng experienced a rare feeling of tranquility and ease.

He felt like he was back in his old, steady days—free from heavy concerns or frantic pursuits. For now, he pushed all troubles aside, drifting into a dreamlike state.

Right then, his physical form and spirit mirrored those of an ordinary person completely.

Grasping the pair of bamboo baskets, Yi Feng offered a warm smile and voiced his gratitude.

"Thank you, Miss Wei."

At these words, Wei Xiaowei's cheeks turned pink as she dipped her head once more.

"Master Yi, you're being far too courteous."

"Everyone in town will be overjoyed that you've accepted this humble gift from us. Sorry for the bother; I'll stay outside the school to wait for you."

Yi Feng found himself puzzled.

Perhaps...

She had one more present in store, ready to spring a sweet surprise?

Driven by curiosity, Yi Feng called out just as the girl started to depart.

"Miss Wei, is there anything more?"

The instant he asked, the classroom's young students giggled softly from the rear, eyeing the scene with eager, meddlesome looks.

Sensing the focused stares, a flash of alarm crossed Wei Xiaowei's gaze, her delicate features burning brighter with color.

Gazing upon Yi Feng's composed and striking visage, she mustered the bravery to reply at last.

"Master Yi."

"You stand as the supreme savior of our Qinghe Town. By instructing the local children in literacy, you've granted them a fresh start in life. Countless folks hold your benevolence deep within; these provisions and essentials barely scratch the surface of our thanks."

"So, after much deliberation, the community has summoned the Old Patriarch to instruct you in cultivation!"

Cultivation?

These startling words left Yi Feng utterly stunned.

He had never dreamed that, even after delivering so many items, the townsfolk still worried their repayment fell short and sought to guide him into the world of cultivation...

Faced with this revelation, Yi Feng stood silent for a beat.

As the proverb states, repay a drop of aid with a torrent of return.

Though many know these words, scant few live by them.

Greed often clouds judgment; with rising power, individuals forget their roots, abandoning loyalty and turning allies into foes. How many hold onto 'gratitude' at all, much less act on it?

In the treacherous realm of cultivation, Qinghe Town's residents remained modest and endured hardships, yet they grasped the essence of repaying favors. Such genuine and upright traditions were indeed scarce and invaluable.

Yet, despite this heartfelt gesture, Yi Feng felt trapped in a dilemma.

Did he, in his present state, even require cultivation?

Having endured endless trials and shattered countless so-called titans—even dismissing Cangyuan Hall as trivial—he had pierced through illusions and recognized his true might.

Across this world, no being might surpass his strength.

Invincibility breeds isolation; such is the plight of the mighty.

The chance of finding demise had nearly vanished.

Were choice possible, he'd prefer mortality.

As a mere mortal, death would come effortlessly, like flipping a palm; a single encounter with any cultivator would end him instantly, fulfilling that cursed system quest.

Sadly, fate had unfolded otherwise.

Yi Feng had released all attachments, his soul calm and undisturbed.

This serenity stemmed from a mindset forged in myriad ordeals. It carried a touch of resignation, yet eluded the comprehension of average souls. The classroom kids could scarcely fathom it, likely never approaching such depths in their lives.

The mention of the Old Patriarch sparked awe and excitement solely in the children's hearts!

"Wow!"

"The Old Patriarch will instruct the Master in cultivation! He'll grow incredibly strong down the line!"

"Obviously! The Master's so clever, and under the Old Patriarch's tutelage, he'll turn into a massive powerhouse for sure!"

The kids' astonished exclamations pulled Yi Feng from his contemplative mood.

Confronted by Miss Wei's fervent plea, he managed a courteous answer.

"I'm grateful for your thoughtfulness, Miss Wei."

"That said, I'm merely a humble teacher. I find joy and fulfillment in daily lessons and nurturing minds. Why push me toward cultivation?"

Wei Xiaowei froze at his response, her eyes showing worried distress.

"Master Yi, you can't think that way!"

"Qinghe Town nestles amid mountains on three flanks, where demon beasts frequently emerge. Though as a esteemed scholar, you can build a life through wisdom without chasing immortality or toiling like common folk, a basic cultivation level for self-defense would let you escape peril if it strikes..."

So, their concern was for his protection; the intent proved purely benevolent.

Nevertheless.

Trivial demon beasts posed no real threat. No matter their ferocity, in his sight, they resembled illusory blooms or reflected moons—dissipating like mist at a mere brush.

Yi Feng gave a gentle nod and turned down the offer.

"I understand."

"My thanks to all for this generosity; I'm sincerely moved. Yet I hold no desire for cultivation. Please convey my regrets to the others, Miss Wei."

These indifferent words left Miss Wei and the children gaping in shock.

After moments passed, astonishment, impatience, and frustration etched their features. Abruptly, a wave of regret washed over them—like hoping to forge steel from iron—as though teacher and pupils had swapped roles.

The youngsters, frantic with worry, jumped to their feet, voices overlapping in pleas.

"Master, how could you abandon the immortal path so easily!"

"Haven't you taught us to confront challenges directly?"

"Master, cultivation takes effort, sure, but with this golden chance, at least give it a shot!"

Wei Xiaowei's face grew solemn as she advanced, her tone pressing.

"Master Yi, think it through once more..."

"The Old Patriarch reigns as Qinghe Town's top authority, unmatched in centuries. His wisdom runs deep, his cultivation boundless. Talents from afar flock to him yet rarely earn discipleship, and not even all his own town kin receive his personal guidance."

"We implored the Old Patriarch, and upon learning of your work with the children—opening doors for everyday youths and easing communal fears—he finally consented."

"This is a prize envied by multitudes; don't let it slip away!"

Her insistence grew sharper with each phrase. The once-still children bobbed heads in support, shedding their typical compliance amid this crisis.

A handful of usual troublemakers even dared push forward boldly.

"Sister Wei speaks true! Master, weigh this seriously!"

"Right, you can't turn down such fortune!"

Yi Feng smiled as he absorbed their words, glancing at the rascal nearby.

"Cultivation demands more than you imagine, I fear. It's not as straightforward as you claim."

He understood all too well that pursuing immortality held appeal for some, but for him, it rang as pure "deception." Had he foreseen his current impasse in seeking death, he'd have shunned that path entirely from the start.

Yet the boy seemed skeptical, craning his neck and popping his eyes wide in disbelief!

"Master, that's not accurate!"

"Under the Old Patriarch's lead, cultivation will be way easier. My father always called him a mythic Martial Spirit master, the mightiest force in Qinghe Town!"

"With a titan like that as your mentor, how tough could it possibly be?!"

His outburst even caught Yi Feng off guard.

A Martial Spirit master, then...

Such a rank commanded immense awe among mortals. Even Yi Feng's earlier self would have quaked at that power. No surprise the group urged him relentlessly to train beneath the Old Patriarch.

All things considered, this was a golden prospect, the stuff of others' wildest aspirations.

With his enthusiastic pupils crowding around, and Miss Wei refusing to back down, Yi Feng could only exhale softly and yield.

"Alright..."

"If you're all so set on it, I'll make an attempt."

As soon as he spoke, smiles bloomed across every face.

The innocent youngsters beamed with delight. Though Yi Feng secured this extraordinary boon, their joy outshone what they'd feel for themselves. The kids' pure-heartedness and warmth shone bright, their triumphant shouts shaking the modest yard.