I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1330: Limited Natural Talent

The afternoon sun hung high.

School dismissal time had arrived, along with the usual lunch hour, yet not a single child had departed. They clustered just beyond the courtyard entrance, holding their breath in eager silence for the decision echoing from inside.

The typical troublemakers among them wouldn't even dream of sneaking a glance through the door's gaps.

After all, the esteemed Old Clan Leader had chosen to honor the courtyard with his attendance right then.

This fabled Martial Spirit master stood as a divine figure in Qinghe Town. The youngsters regarded him with pure reverence, holding back their innate urge to explore.

Given that the day's result involved their instructor, their anxiety deepened, making them all the more compliant. They lingered wisely outside the school building, offering silent prayers that Mr. Yi might gain the Old Clan Leader's favor.

While tension gripped the air beyond the threshold in quiet suspense, serenity enveloped the courtyard within.

The elder with flowing white hair, vigorous and robust, rested calmly at the wooden table, gently caressing his beard while appraising the figure opposite him.

His keen gaze examined the young man for a few moments, and after deep reflection, he detected no extraordinary qualities in the fellow seated across. The youth boasted merely the average root bone typical of an ordinary mortal.

To call it unremarkable would be an understatement; even in Qinghe Town, such talent ranked as subpar.

Nevertheless, the elder showed no hint of contempt; a warm smile lingered on his features.

He inclined his head and addressed him cordially.

"Hmm, not bad."

"Mr. Yi, your looks are striking, and your bearing exudes elegance. I've caught wind of your latest actions, and meeting you now proves you're every bit the erudite scholar."

He began with compliments, free from any haughtiness of a higher power or the showiness of a Martial Spirit master. He came across more as a benevolent senior or family member, his gaze shining with kindness, clearly holding Yi Feng—the town's sole educator—in high regard.

Only afterward did he broach the harsh reality.

"However..."

"It appears you've crossed the threshold of twenty years. Your root bone has solidified, capping your spiritual aptitude. Without a top-tier Body Tempering Pill to challenge fate and alter your destiny, your prospects remain faint."

"Sadly, Body Tempering Pills hold immense value. They're the domain of mighty clans and aristocratic houses alone. Even I lack the means to obtain one."

"Should you embark on the immortal path, achieving true prominence would prove arduous. It wouldn't serve you well."

The elder's blunt "truths" carried a sharp edge, but following his earlier flattery, they landed with less bite. His adept handling of emotions shone through, a testament to his vast worldly wisdom.

His reasoning stood flawless, both in logic and sentiment.

Yi Feng absorbed the words with composure, offering no instant reply. Yet Wei Xiaowei, positioned near the table, appeared fretful. She edged closer, dipping into a timid bow.

"Old Clan Leader, this..."

Her words had scarcely escaped when the elder noted her unease. With a grin, he gestured dismissively.

"No hurry, no hurry."

"Though the immortal path doesn't suit him, under my tutelage, picking up basic self-protection skills will come easily. Down the line, if he stumbles upon a ferocious beast by chance, he'll manage to defend himself."

"And while he stays in Qinghe Town, the whole community will safeguard him."

With that assurance, Wei Xiaowei at last exhaled in relief.

Casting a look back and finding Yi Feng still wordless after a stretch, she paused briefly before bending near to murmur encouragements, her lips curving upward.

"Sir, cultivation's road isn't one to force, so no need for dismay..."

"The Old Clan Leader himself noted your scholarly depth. Such intellectual prowess stands as the greatest treasure, and you've already outshone most folks in our Qinghe Town."

"Soon, after grasping self-defense from the Old Clan Leader, you'll excel in both letters and combat, emerging as a standout in our town!"

"Should danger arise, we'll shield you all. Plus, my own cultivation packs real power, and my place lies close to the school. I'll ensure your constant safety..."

By the close, the girl's tone softened to a hush. She tilted her faintly flushed cheeks downward, her fine features gaining an extra allure.

The elder's generosity proved uncommon, and Miss Wei's worry felt heartfelt.

Confronted by these straightforward, sincere souls, Yi Feng sensed a forgotten coziness stir within. All else—existence, demise, glory, shame, or cultivation ranks—had faded like a soft wind long ago.

Meeting their hopeful stares, Yi Feng went with the mood, grinning as he offered a respectful nod.

"In that case, my deepest gratitude to the Old Clan Leader."

Wei Xiaowei eased fully at last, lifting her face in a radiant grin. The Old Clan Leader, too, ran a hand over his beard and nodded, his expression brimming with warmth.

In the midst of his cheerful acclaim, he drew a scroll from within his robe.

"Good, good."

"Sir, your calm nature shines through. You're a genuine gem. With that mindset, your practice will bear fruit, and self-defense mastery awaits just ahead."

"This body-refining method has been a clan heirloom for ages. Claim it and pore over it diligently. After you've gone through it, I'll instruct you myself."

Yi Feng took hold of the scroll, etching the favor deep in his thoughts.

Wei Xiaowei observed with heightened glee, her eyes sparkling happily at Yi Feng. She envisioned him as a driven, poised youth on the cusp of soaring heights.

An unspoken energy and joy suddenly animated the courtyard. Even the elder's gaze softened with deeper contentment.

Observing Yi Feng's steady poise, his fondness for the youth swelled without thought.

Grasping the moment, he added a bit more counsel.

"Mr. Yi, now that you're starting cultivation, certain knowledge is essential. The Great Dao stretches infinitely; a tiny misstep equals the gulf between sky and soil. Do you grasp how cultivator ranks are set?"

Before Yi Feng could utter a word, the elder beamed, radiating the profound aura of a seasoned authority.

"I must admit with shame..."

"Though I'm a Martial Spirit expert—formidable to common folk—amid the world's fellow Daoists, I amount to little!"

Wei Xiaowei hung on his every word in wide-eyed wonder, as though unveiling celestial mysteries.

The elder's visage grew grave, a flicker of reverence lighting his eyes.

"Beyond my level lies the Martial King stage. A mere gesture from them shatters peaks and rends stone; they soar aloft or plunge below amid casual banter! Following Martial King stands Martial Emperor—genuine overlords who survey the realm with scorn!"

"Long ago, on my grueling cultivation journeys, I chanced to behold the splendor of Spear Emperor Zhao Juedong at Sword Discussion Peak. One thrust of his spear felled a legion of prodigies. He reigned supreme across the lands!"

"A Martial Emperor's power chills the soul. Beside Spear Emperor, I'm mere dust! Such a titan as Spear Emperor embodies the pinnacle cultivator, an unbeatable genius etched in eternity!"

At these words, Yi Feng betrayed no stir, seeming struck mute by awe.

Wei Xiaowei paled, rising abruptly in disbelief.

"How can that be..."

"Old Clan Leader, do you mean even you pale before Lord Spear Emperor? Has he scaled the Dao's summit?"

Faced with her query, the elder held back, a wry grin crossing his lips.

He rose gradually, eyes fixed on the boundless sky for lingering breaths. Only as yearning etched his lined features did he voice a heartfelt sigh.

"The Dao's summit..."

"Cultivation's trail is endless and shrouded; it's beyond our grasp."

"Even a dazzling force like Lord Spear Emperor hasn't touched the Dao's close. Realms past Martial Emperor? Mere whispers to me. The fabled Immortal Realm looms ever distant..."

"We lack the standing to even glimpse such beings. Spotting an Immortal before I go would let me depart in bliss."

These staggering declarations hung in the quiet, leaving Wei Xiaowei speechless in awe.

Without the Old Clan Leader's tale, she'd never have dreamed of juggernauts like Spear Emperor roaming the world.

In that instant, the world's immensity dawned on her fully!

A deep astonishment filled the modest courtyard as elder and girl shared sighs of wonder.

A few breaths passed.

The venerable patriarch shook off his musing and shifted topics with a booming chuckle.

"Haha..."

"I've prattled overly. Mr. Yi, mind it not. Those mythic icons lie out of reach. Still, steadfast practice promises your triumph ahead—at minimum, the power to endure and carve a niche in these turbulent days."

"Emotion swept me; I shared that to impart one lesson: this endless realm brims with prodigies. Shun self-doubt, yet avoid the frog's narrow view, blind to heaven's expanse."

Yi Feng dipped his head faintly in agreement with the sincere advice.

His tranquil air only heightened Wei Xiaowei's esteem. The patriarch brimmed with greater satisfaction, deeming the youth moldable—a model of cultured grace.

Affairs concluded, the old patriarch rose contentedly to depart.

The trio swung open the courtyard door, bidding polite goodbyes.

The long-waiting children, fraught with worry, surged toward the opening at once.

Meeting the pure, fretful gazes of the young ones, the old patriarch seized the chance to inspire Qinghe Town's budding hopes, while bolstering Yi Feng's stature amply.

"Henceforth, Mr. Yi Feng falls under my direct mentorship."

"The Great Dao looms vast and elusive; one walks it with grounded steps. Mr. Yi embodies this wisdom profoundly. He's a singular prodigy, filling me with delight. Greatness awaits him. Hold Mr. Yi as your exemplar. Devote yourselves to studies and training. Aim to master both pen and blade like him, emerging as Qinghe Town's finest glory!"

His commanding tone boomed afar. The gateway children erupted in thrilled cheers, while nearby townsfolk and guardians beamed with stirred motivation.

The lively town, pulsing with existence's fire, appeared to shine anew. As word raced outward, hopeful buzz echoed through lanes and byways.