I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1339: Who Is He

Chen Yuxin uttered her words in a chilly tone, her majestic presence surging outward!

The Mayor trembled and bowed even deeper, his hands clenched in fists, not daring to utter a word.

He remained silent, yet she had already pierced through the situation entirely. With a frosty stare, she started to reprimand him.

"Mayor Xu."

"Qinghe Town lies within the domain of my Ye City, thus it belongs to Ye City as well. As the proverb states, 'When one flourishes, all flourish; when one endures hardship, all share it.' With Ye City and Liang City teetering on the edge of conflict, if Ye City falls and its walls are breached, do you believe Qinghe Town will escape unscathed?"

"In that scenario, the damages to Qinghe Town would surpass the loss of just one thousand strong men."

"Do I really need to spell out such straightforward reasoning to you?"

Her statements cut deep, striking right at the core of the matter.

During a massive conflict involving the city's fate, a dependent town must lend full support. If defeat comes, how could any single element stay intact when the whole structure collapses?

This Eldest Miss might seem youthful, but raised in the City Lord's Manor, her vision focused solely on triumphs and failures on a grand scale. The lives of average folks meant little to her.

Such was the mindset of those who wield authority.

For the ordinary residents of Qinghe Town, following commands was their only choice. The mighty dominate; this truth had endured through the ages. To her, even the Mayor was merely a subordinate.

Confronted by such a formidable presence, the Mayor hung his head low and narrowed his eyes halfway, managing to squeeze out a strained answer.

"The Young Miss speaks with complete accuracy..."

"To serve the overall cause, Qinghe Town will undoubtedly assemble one thousand robust men for the troops to secure triumph in this fight!"

Upon hearing this yielding response, Chen Yuxin finally gave a subtle nod. She pressed on with her steps, a facade of mild interest flickering in her gaze as she inquired about the state of affairs in Qinghe Town.

The Mayor and the elderly patriarch, seasoned in worldly ways, recognized these as empty courtesies. Still, they refrained from resistance. They simply followed along and replied, their spirits plummeting to the depths.

In the meantime.

Beneath the grand locust tree at the road's bend.

A few elderly gentlemen, after observing the disturbance, resumed their casual banter as always. Having labored through their existence, they had long discerned the emptiness of fame and fortune. Savoring their routine relaxation stood as their supreme fortune. Those so-called "important figures" served only as idle talk over snacks; why fret over them?

To their astonishment, they hadn't conversed much when the famed Mister Yi Feng showed up.

The seniors buzzed with thrill right away. Bolstered by their respect for this "Star of Wisdom," their words flowed freely without restraint.

Cups of pure tea, waves of chuckles.

Observing the elegant youth as relaxed and carefree as themselves, seeming almost set for a life of ease, the old timers sensed an unexpected closeness amid their wonder, like discovering a fellow soul.

Their discussion grew warmer with each exchange.

Even the gap-toothed elder started sharing his tales of past splendor.

"Mister Yi."

"I'll be honest with you. Don't judge me now without teeth; in my youth, I was a dashing fellow famous across the area! Half a century back, with my bushy brows and wide eyes. Suitors flooding in almost wore down our threshold!"

His lively gestures, paired with his slurred words, appeared rather amusing, sparking immediate mirth from his band of aged companions.

"Hahaha..."

"Old Liu's spouting nonsense once more!"

"Hey, always the identical stories, why not vary them?"

Regardless of the seniors' mocking glances, the veteran stayed self-satisfied, evidently accustomed to the group's ribbing. He simply addressed Yi Feng.

"Say, wasn't I a fine-looking youth then? What do you think occurred afterward?"

Yi Feng grinned and replied with interest.

"What occurred next?"

The elder beamed at the reaction, then let out a wistful breath!

"Sigh!"

"In my youthful folly, I believed myself quite desirable. I scorned the local lasses in Qinghe Town and demanded to venture to Ye City for broader horizons!"

"It was a grave error, truly. By chance, I made it to Ye City and served as a retainer in a prosperous household. That family's Second Miss treated me kindly. Whenever I handled the horses, she would hide her smile and giggle gently..."

"Tsk tsk, recalling it, that young lady was genuinely stunning!"

The gap-toothed elder tilted his head skyward, an expression of fond memory crossing his features.

It appeared that the gentle grin from his recollections sufficed to ease every sorrow in his days, staying vivid to this moment.

Right in this dreamy mood, the nearby old timer erupted in guffaws.

"Keep fantasizing!"

"If she truly favored you so, you'd have wed into that affluent Ye City clan ages ago!"

"Bah, you stubborn geezer, still lost in daydreams!"

"Youthful stupidity, overlooked the home's value; chased an affluent maiden as if she were gold!"

"Feeling remorse now, eh?!"

As the taunting remarks flew, the gap-toothed elder shot back a glare.

After eyeing his aged friends briefly, the irritation on his countenance softened into resignation. His cheeks colored, he chuckled and shook his head.

"Sigh..."

"I do regret it, I regret it deeply!"

"I was indeed naive in my youth. Today, I grasp so much, but age has caught up; nothing can be undone anymore."

In the close, he injected a spark of vanity into his gaze.

"What's so funny!"

"At least I was a charming youth once, far superior to you all!"

His boyish outburst triggered yet another burst of hilarity.

Having lived to their years, nearing life's close, they had comprehended it all. Daily prattle and jests, now and then reminiscing—this formed their joyfullest and coziest phase.

Seeing his elderly pals converse so openly, Yi Feng caught this earthy essence of existence. He beamed and inclined his head, himself serving tea to the seniors.

Tea mirrors a wandering existence, its astringency and delight yielding endless nuances.

A wandering existence echoes tea; one cup encompasses an entire realm.

Within the plainest daily routine, Yi Feng experienced pure calm in his spirit. All things simplified to their essence. Even his cherished clear tea delivered an enduring aroma on his tongue, preserving the truest essence of detachment from worldly strife.

At that instant.

He let go of former memories and ignored his surroundings, engaging in talk and merriment, utterly relaxed and fulfilled.

Such relaxed moments weren't uncommon before; mornings and evenings often featured elders bantering post-meal. It formed a vital scene in Qinghe Town's enduring daily rhythm.

Yet.

This day stood in stark contrast.

The arrival of Ye City's Eldest Miss had cleared the streets of passersby, leaving them nearly empty. For anyone to persist in calm chatter and joy felt oddly conspicuous.

Looking upon this sight, Chen Yuxin, preparing to leave the extended avenue, halted involuntarily and furrowed her brow.

As the lofty Eldest Miss from the City Lord's Manor, common folk always approached her with fear and distance. She had never witnessed such audacity—people chatting and laughing joyfully directly in her view.

Especially since they were just lowly townsfolk in distress.

This struck her as truly peculiar.

Chen Yuxin sensed astonishment and peered more intently.

Beneath the far-off locust tree, among the elders, perched a youth. His snowy white attire gleamed immaculately, his countenance striking. Evidently a cultured literati, yet he mingled in laughter and dialogue with a cluster of aged, hardship-worn commoners teetering toward death.

The picture resembled a flawless gem dropped amid dirt and brambles, clashing harshly with its setting. Simultaneously, it underscored the youth's exceptional poise, as though he didn't belong in such surroundings whatsoever.

Chen Yuxin's interest deepened. With her gaze locked on him, she questioned in a grave tone.

"Who might this individual be? Does he appear on the draft roster?"