I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1332: The Second Best

The day transitioned from dawn to dusk in what felt like an instant, as evening shadows began to fall.

Strands of smoke from cooking fires curled upward in Qinghe Town, just as they always did. Following a tiring day of work, families across the town started unwinding and fixing their dinners. The inns and tea shops lining the roads buzzed with maximum crowds, filling the quiet settlement with lively cheer and a peaceful everyday calm.

For everyday people, toiling from morning light until nightfall formed the unchangeable rhythm passed down through ages, serving as the foundation for building a secure existence. Enjoying full bellies and cozy clothes, sharing casual talks over drinks and bites, and hearing tales of mighty cultivators that left them breathless with wonder at such immense might—this defined their moments of ease and delight.

Beside the academy building.

Kids of all ages waved goodbyes sequentially, hurrying back home with eager steps for their meals. Some playful ones dashed about in games, their giggles echoing pure youthful joy.

As the young ones' shapes faded into the dying light, Yi Feng let out a gentle breath of contentment and ease.

Yet another rewarding session of instruction had concluded.

This routine of guiding minds, though a bit routine, offered reliability and solace. It allowed a deep ease in body and spirit. Observing the pupils' diligent efforts and daily progress sparked real fulfillment. It mirrored the town's simple ways—advancing quietly and steadily, with rewards appearing in every corner.

Moreover, this day promised a venture into the hills for the chase. Fresh excitements entered daily life, making tedium impossible.

Soon enough.

He reached the mountain's base, spotting a cluster of folks who had settled on hefty boulders by the path, having waited patiently for a while.

They wore finely made equipment, each shielded by sturdy hide protections.

A glance showed them as seasoned trackers.

Spotting Yi Feng nearing, the bunch rose successively, welcoming him with warm gazes and grins.

"Mr. Yi has arrived."

"Hello, Sir."

Wei Xiaowei, the face he knew best, sported a neat, snug attire. Her fine looks gained extra purity from the armor, lending a hint of valiant charm.

Unlike the rest, her eyes sparkled with noticeably greater delight. She quickly moved ahead with a beaming welcome and eagerly handled the presentations.

"Sir, you actually showed up! That's fantastic."

"Captain Xu learned of your mountain plans and came personally to guide us. Safety on this journey is assured. He's a mighty force at the Great Martial Master level and ranks as the second top warrior in Qinghe Town. The elder chief himself notes Captain Xu's bright prospects. Venturing even into Qingmang Mountain's core, success seems within reach!"

While Wei Xiaowei shifted to point him out, the head figure advanced. His features carried gravity, and his thick beard enhanced his commanding presence; he embodied a true fighter's might.

Though the group regarded him with reverence and fear, this fellow cupped his hands toward Yi Feng with a friendly smile, his look showing quiet modesty.

"Hello, Mr. Yi."

"I'm Xu Fengyue. I've boldly assumed command of the town's Demon Hunting Squad. My modest skills in cultivation will safeguard our path today, yet I can't bear such lavish compliments from all. I'm merely a basic practitioner."

"Should Mr. Yi not object, given my extra years, feel free to address me as Brother Xu."

His speech rang with humility, his face earnest.

In this locale, he held real aptitude, but fame hadn't swelled his ego. Traces of his humble origins lingered in his gaze. Reaching Great Martial Master without losing touch with his beginnings, and avoiding any overbearing ways, marked him as a dependable, upright soul.

Meeting this warm overture, Yi Feng offered a courteous grin in reply.

"Then I'll rely on you, Brother Xu."

His easygoing reply won the team's instant liking.

This instructor differed from the stiff, bookish types in stories. Though without combat prowess, he carried a man's reliable traits—direct and broad-minded.

The members exchanged glances and chuckled, warming the mood further.

With Xu Fengyue's firm gesture, the hunters departed smoothly. Led by this powerful guide, the followers trailed near, their assurance surging and tensions easing. Yi Feng stayed shielded at the heart, promising total security.

The party advanced at a steady pace, every expression radiant with cheer.

Unlike the grave strain of earlier expeditions, this felt akin to a casual jaunt. Jokes and talks flowed en route, wrapping the air in ease and merriment.

In under sixty minutes.

The group had climbed to Qingmang Mountain's midpoint, still touched by the sun's last rays.

One ridge away, light and dark started to divide.

Gazing downward at Qinghe Town's full view, faint smokes and dotted lamps appeared. Nestled ideally amid peaks and streams, it resembled a serene depiction of a hidden haven.

This vista lacked the awe of grand landscapes, but it captured a special laid-back, snug liberty. Reflecting after vast experiences, it evoked returning from illusion to firm reality.

Even a basic bowl of gruel and grains, humble as it was, stirred true grounded comfort.

At this instant.

Yi Feng sensed his vital presence, growing ever more attached to the plain existence around him.

Inspired by the view, he spontaneously voiced a verse.

"I built my hut within the realm of men, Yet hear no noise of carriage or of horse.

You ask me how this could ever be?

When the heart is far, the place is distant too.

Plucking chrysanthemums beneath the eastern fence, I gaze afar, at leisure, toward the Southern Mountain.

The mountain air is lovely as the sun sets, And birds in flocks return to their nests.

Within this scene, a true meaning lies;

I wish to speak, but words fail me now."

The lines emerged laced with life's musings.

Blended with the stunning backdrop, it stirred the soul deeply.

Despite their basic learning, witnessing the instructor effortlessly craft such verse filled them with awe for his gifts. Though not grasping it all, they sensed its depth, heightening hopes for their kids' paths ahead.

They voiced praises right there, gazes brimming with esteem.

Captain Xu Fengyue, versed a bit in verse, mulled it over briefly and fell under its spell too. The admiration in his eyes intensified noticeably.

"Within this scene, a true meaning lies; I wish to speak, but words fail me now..."

"Excellent. These phrases are superb. The idea of quietude outshining noise here echoes a deep state cultivators chase—felt but unspoken. Applied to this vista now, it's the ideal capstone, matching flawlessly. Mr. Yi boasts immense skill; Xu holds you in high regard!"

Observing the man's heartfelt salute of acclaim, Yi Feng grinned and bowed back modestly.

"Brother Xu flatters too much. Just an offhand thought; I've embarrassed myself."

A light reply, composed as ever.

This poised manner prompted Xu Fengyue to nod often, his grin widening. This educator, a plain soul, shone remarkably.

"Mr. Yi embodies a genuine man of letters."

Yi Feng stayed humble amid Captain Xu's ongoing commendations. Amid hardy fellows, this refined youth's poise stood out vividly.

Wei Xiaowei observed him, her bright eyes dancing with an odd gleam. Her beam sweetened, dimples blooming clearly, as if his acclaim delighted her more than her own.

In the team's elation, and after seeing firsthand the instructor's noble poise and trustworthy nature, Xu Fengyue's enthusiasm mounted.

He addressed them once more, tone brimming with bold vigor.

"Our Qinghe Town seldom hosts a gifted educator like Mr. Yi, who braves hardship to teach here."

"Today, we'll escort the instructor on a fine trek. Let's push farther; we need to snag a worthy demon beast to show the teacher the excitement of demon slaying, ensuring a triumphant return!"

His commanding declaration ignited eager sparks in everyone's eyes!