I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1340: Interesting

The icy edge in Eldest Miss Chen's voice caused the town mayor to flinch in alarm, leading him to bow swiftly and provide an account.

If I may report, Miss.

This man isn't from Qinghe Town at all. He's just a traveling scholar who happens to instruct here.

The mayor had seen plenty in his years. He quickly picked up that the young lady had set her sights on Mr. Yi Feng, and that spelled real trouble.

Mr. Yi had done so much for Qinghe Town. There was no way he could let him get dragged into battle. If that happened, how could the mayor ever look the town's kids in the eye?

Still, the formidable presence of Miss Chen pressed down too heavily. The aged mayor couldn't voice his true feelings outright. Instead, he subtly begged for Yi Feng's exemption, pointing to his outsider roots to dodge the draft.

But as soon as he uttered those words...

Chen Yuxin shot him a sharp sideways look, her voice growing even frostier!

I asked you if he is on the conscription list!

Even then, the old mayor clenched his jaw and held firm.

No, he is not.

Mr. Yi is an outsider, so he is not on the conscription list.

Regardless of the strain, he'd decided. Though he couldn't fully shield the town from the draft's horrors, he would at least safeguard Yi Feng, letting their supporter enjoy his quiet life.

For a simple town leader to display such determination was indeed uncommon. Beneath the intense force emanating from Miss Chen, his clasped hands shook a bit.

However, Chen Yuxin didn't bother giving him another look.

Her bright eyes stayed locked on the scholar in white far off as she gave a direct order.

Add him to the conscription list!

Her voice rang out hard and rigid as steel, brooking no debate!

The old mayor recoiled in horror, lifting his gaze timidly in utter disbelief.

He gulped several times before gathering the nerve to beg frantically.

M-Miss?

This man really isn't from Qinghe Town. Plus, he's only a scholar without any cultivation base or even basic martial abilities. By rights, he shouldn't head to the front lines.

I implore your mercy, Miss. Please let him go.

The elderly clan head, equally stunned by the ruling, joined in the appeal.

We beg Miss to show leniency!

These two silver-haired seniors, usually calm and reliable, now tossed aside their pride. They bowed deeply and implored with all they had, all to defend Qinghe Town's supporter.

In the face of such sincere begging, most folks might waver or at least offer some consideration out of respect.

Regrettably...

Chen Yuxin had grown up as the lofty daughter of the City Lord. Her commands were always final. She remained oblivious to the hardships of ordinary people, wielding the overbearing pride of someone who controlled fates.

Her crimson lips parted to deliver a furious, frosty scolding!

Insolent fools!

Putting this man on the conscription list isn't open to debate. It's my order! How dare you resist me?!

With her angry outburst came a surge of dreadful auras from her nearby guards.

The two seniors felt like a massive peak was slamming onto them. Overwhelming force wrapped around them instantly, sweat breaking out on their brows. Even a Martial Spirit realm master like the old patriarch dreaded the fearsome strength of the City Lord's Estate!

The old mayor wavered back and forth, still itching to push through and argue for Yi Feng's final shot at safety.

But just as his hands dropped in a bow, a palm blast flew straight toward his face!

Bang!

A dull impact sounded as the mayor's torso took the hit from her delicate hand. He soared back like a broken kite, crashing hard a few meters away, badly hurt and unable to get up!

The old patriarch hurried to support him, barely holding back the raging shame in his gaze.

Now that no more disruptions would come, Chen Yuxin turned her eyes away with detached poise, her mouth twisting in mild annoyance.

So noisy.

Only when she glanced again at the scholar in white under the distant big locust tree did a soft smile touch her lips. With light steps in her ornate shoes, she regained her refined noble air and approached him.

The uproar had scared off the nearby walkers in panic. It also roused the seniors under the tree, who looked toward the disturbance.

Spotting such a grand personage striding their way, her very poise and grace shamed the old men into feeling their own inferiority. Even famed ladies from elite homes couldn't match a grain of dirt on her garment's edge.

With mere furtive peeks, the seniors brimmed with reverence and dread. They went quiet, anxiously rising to their feet in a scramble.

Chen Yuxin's gaze stayed chilly and distant, though. She paid no heed to the gawking of these crude elders; her focus was only on the white-robed scholar, Yi Feng. Her words, when they came, cut without pity.

Irrelevant people, get lost immediately.

Said offhand, her statement still pressed with fearsome weight, making the seniors' hairs rise. They bowed their heads fast and fled clumsily, their shaky limbs far from their normal spryness.

In moments, the spot under the mighty locust tree stood empty save for Yi Feng alone. The area felt abandoned now, all the earlier chuckles and easy vibe gone.

The pair met gazes for several breaths, staying silent.

Far off, the badly wounded mayor hobbled closer, propped by the old patriarch. No matter the insult he'd endured, he hid any bitterness, meekly coming back to stand ready for instructions.

Noting the old mayor's pitiful condition, Yi Feng appeared to grasp the situation.

The haughty lady before him dropped her eyes and commanded, a warped thrill shining in her stare.

You tell him what his future holds.

The old mayor's features drained of color at her demand. He bowed his head with effort, guilt flooding his eyes.

Mr. Yi...

Our Qinghe Town is under Ye City's rule, and this is Ye City's Eldest Miss. War looms over Ye City, and you've been drafted into the forces. You'll head to the battlefield...

I feel profound shame. You've honored Qinghe Town by educating our young ones, a huge favor we can never return. But I've let you end up like this. I'm truly unworthy to lead this town!

As he said it, tears gathered in the old mayor's eyes, full of mixed feelings.

I have failed you, Mr. Yi!

He bent in a profound bow, too embarrassed to raise his head for ages.

Nearby, the old patriarch also bowed his head low. Without his typical stately air, he couldn't meet Yi Feng's eyes.

Chen Yuxin surveyed their debased stance with a quick scan.

A proud satisfaction bloomed on her lovely features. She seemed to delight in manipulating fates. Breaking someone's will thrilled her even more.

How could a backwater like Qinghe Town refuse her? She didn't merely want the man; she craved the town delivering him personally and declaring his doom to him.

How might a simple scholar slip her hold?

Supreme assurance sparkled in Chen Yuxin's eyes, her face showing clear triumph of dominance.

But Yi Feng stayed utterly serene in his seat. No hint of alarm crossed his expression. Behaving like none of it touched him, he remained firm on his mat under the ancient locust tree, even serving himself tea as though nothing odd had occurred.

At that sight, Chen Yuxin felt a sudden jolt.

Even in Ye City, the pampered sons of elite clans wouldn't dare relax so in her company. For a weak scholar to show such steadiness... he had some guts, it seemed.

How intriguing.

She watched him in astonishment for quite a while, utterly puzzled by Yi Feng's mind. She couldn't figure out this scholar's unflappable calm.

She just noticed how gracefully he poured the tea, with an elusive, alluring grace.

Only after Yi Feng drained his cup of pure tea and at last addressed her did she pull herself together.

Just as the mayor said, I am merely a mortal. I have no cultivation base, nor do I know any martial arts. I'm afraid I cannot be of any help when it comes to joining the army and fighting a war.

There are many children in the town waiting for my lessons. My morning break is nearly over, and I must return to the academy shortly. As for this matter of joining the army, I am afraid I must decline.

The voice stayed steady and neutral, but right then, it struck as bold.

As the Young Miss of the City Lord's Manor, Chen Yuxin's decrees ruled supreme. Nobody had ever given her pretexts, much less turned her down so boldly to her face!

This was an outright insult!

Chen Yuxin's face darkened in a flash. Her hand whipped to her side and pulled a supple sword!

Swish!

The edge whipped out like a green serpent's strike, its icy point targeting the teacup on the table!