I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 1346: What a sin 02

As the fierce gale from the palm strike barreled ahead like an unstoppable deluge, Yi Feng stayed rooted in place, eyes fixed on the horizon. He seemed utterly unaware of the looming peril, his overbearing pride without limits...

A smug spark ignited in Chen Cangyun's gaze as he scoffed to himself inside.

"Far too arrogant..."

"Even as a powerful Martial Emperor, not bothering to defend at all against a blow holding thirty percent of my strength guarantees you'll get hurt! For showing such open contempt toward me, don't fault me for ignoring martial etiquette!"

"Fine then. Once you're injured, I'll deploy my hidden aces and grab the chance to overcome a foe beyond my level. Starting today, my reputation will resound through the lands, paving my road to dominance!"

Chen Cangyun's gaze burned with sharp fervor, his thoughts ignited by intense combat desire!

Clearly, as the city lord, he held several secret weapons. Without them, a simple Peak Martial King like himself wouldn't dare challenge his limits by provoking a Martial Emperor.

In usual situations, drawing on his personal cultivation along with his array of hidden techniques, he certainly could clash with a Martial Emperor. Though victory might elude him, escaping without harm would be straightforward.

However.

When that apparently unstoppable palm assault struck Yi Feng's rear, it failed to stir even the tiniest disturbance. The spiritual force, which had pressed down with horrifying weight only seconds before, disappeared entirely in a flash.

Only a soft gust trailed behind, as feeble and harmless as an infant's sigh.

"Whoosh..."

The light wind passed by. That elegant form lingered in silent poise, without so much as a flap of his robes, as though nothing had occurred...

How could this be?!

Chen Cangyun's eyes bulged in utter disbelief, a frigid wave racing up his back!

"Whoosh!!!"

The following wind noises came mere moments apart, but the contrast was worlds away!

In a heartbeat!

A icy chill surged from his heels to his scalp, sprouting chills across his skin. His earlier plots evaporated, replaced by a ashen, quivering visage!

"This..."

"This!"

That had been a palm infused with thirty percent of his strength!

Though merely a test, it was an attack from a Peak Martial King that demanded respect. Yet before this man, it achieved nothing. The opponent hadn't stirred; the blow dissolved into oblivion through pure presence alone!

What sort of horrifying cultivation level was at play here?

Was the divide between them really so vast?

This fearsome pressure couldn't belong to an early Martial Emperor. He must rank as a senior Martial Emperor, or maybe even higher!

Chen Cangyun's mind roiled like raging oceans, his frame shaking without control!

Right at this instant.

He didn't dare twitch, locked stiff in the tiny yard. All his former arrogance and self-importance were cast aside, overtaken by sheer alarm and terror gripping his thoughts.

Glancing once more, his stare brimmed with total horror!

Though he halted for just a handful of breaths, it dragged on longer than his centuries of grueling practice. The agony soaked him in icy perspiration!

Beneath his wary watch.

Yi Feng gradually pivoted, silent as ever. Yet a sharp light emerged in his lucid eyes, keen and striking like a shooting star!

Under that look.

Chen Cangyun's esteemed Martial King cultivation, along with every shadowy intent in his soul, felt pierced like transparent parchment, laid bare.

A single look.

Chen Cangyun's irises quaked wildly in astonishment, a choking weight slamming into him from every side!

This individual was no less than a senior Martial Emperor!

"Gah!"

Chen Cangyun quivered in fright and deep remorse, his mouth gaping wide enough for a duck egg!

It's finished, everything's ruined...

After a lifetime of caution and poise, had one rash urge dragged him to destruction?

What a grave error...

He had invited this fate himself!

Feeling death's shadow creep nearer.

He cast aside all restraint and frantically prostrated in fear, knocking his head like a frantic hammer!

"Spare me, my lord! Spare me, I implore you!"

"I lost my senses for a moment and rashly disrespected you, my lord! I plead for your compassion, show mercy please!"

The once arrogant and assured magnate now groveled in frenzy like a pathetic servant. In his abject terror, he ranked below an insect. Pleading desperately, he teetered on the edge of sobbing and sniveling.

At this juncture.

Chen Cangyun's insides knotted with utter contrition!

For years, he thought he grasped human ways well, using his cunning to gain advantages without faltering. He never foresaw such a huge stumble now!

With such a peerless master present, enlisting his aid could've launched him skyward. But his brief misjudgment had wrecked it all. He'd wasted his entire existence!

The deeper he dwelled, the more regret and dread swelled.

Chen Cangyun humbled himself to the extreme, his brow almost grinding into the soil!

Noticing this spectacle, Yi Feng's expression stayed unmoved.

He'd just secured a stretch of calm, only for it to shatter this way. Be it the earlier lavish display or the abrupt pleas now, both grated equally on his peace.

With a casual flick of his sleeve, he settled down to prepare tea, refusing to speak more.

"Go. Don't interrupt my tranquility again."

His tone carried profound detachment.

But to Chen Cangyun, it rang like a royal amnesty. He lifted his head, waves of incredulous ease washing over him. After several breaths, doubt lingered, urging him to defend himself further on instinct.

That's when he noticed...

The esteemed one was focused on pouring tea, utterly serene. His gaze reflected only the pure liquid in his vessel.

Suddenly.

The myriad words bubbling in Chen Cangyun's chest lodged in his gullet.

He recognized clearly the gentleman had zero desire for more talk. Despite his recent blunder, he hadn't lost his sense of the atmosphere.

Though regret and grief twisted endlessly within, he didn't venture a whisper. For his transgression, surviving was fortune beyond measure; how could he demand extras?

Chen Cangyun merely kowtowed silently in thanks several times before retreating from the yard without protest.

Brushing off the worried questions from the crowd, he held his tongue completely. Then he guided his followers away swiftly from Qinghe Town, trailing clouds of bewilderment and laments that buzzed through the streets, fueling fervent chatter.

The commonplace, lively little town acquired yet another hot subject for casual talks after meals.

Even long after the City Lord and his group vanished into the distance.

By the town entrance, the Town Mayor stood in quiet awe, face alight with profound respect.

"Indeed befitting of the City Lord! Such remarkable modesty and boundless mystery!"

The aged Clan Patriarch mirrored the awe, though puzzlement flickered briefly in his gaze.

"The City Lord wields Martial King prowess. His schemes and deeds lie far beyond our grasp. Simply his way of conducting affairs and dealing with folks leaves us in the dust."

"Still, I can't puzzle out why the City Lord would humble himself to visit Mr. Yi. Just what's so remarkable about Mr. Yi?"

These remarks drew mutual glances from the old companions, all brimming with bafflement.

After racking their brains endlessly without resolution, they turned toward the school at the mountain base as dusk fell.

Observing Mr. Yi part from his pupils with a tranquil grin, they deemed him all the more enigmatic. Though mildly attractive, he struck as a typical tutor. They failed to fathom what a titan like the City Lord could see in such an everyday youth.

Was it truly his learning he prized?

A lofty Martial King so fixated on scholarly pursuits? No angle made it logical. They'd never known any cultivator enamored with books or viewing study as leisure.

Fueled by towering curiosity, the Town Mayor and old Clan Patriarch restrained themselves no longer. They approached, cupping hands in salute.

Following light banter, the trio claimed seats in the yard to enjoy tea and converse.

The Town Mayor seized the chance to inquire.

"Mr. Yi."

"We're dying to know, what brought the City Lord to you? If it's no trouble, sir, could you share a bit?"

Yi Feng grinned at the query and answered offhandedly.

"The City Lord is utterly absorbed in chess mastery. I'm not sure what tales reached his ears, but he heard I have some grasp of the Dao of Chess, so he arrived for a game."

The pair halted in astonishment at his response, then enlightenment slowly lit their expressions.

"Chess?"

"Ah, so that's the case..."

"This elder has heard tales of those so immersed in the Dao of Chess they even derive cultivation insights from it, stepping into the Dao via the board. I hadn't realized the City Lord shared such passion. No surprise he'd journey far for it."

"Then, were you and the City Lord engaged in a chess match in the yard earlier, sir? That explains why you wished to keep folks like us away..."

To their chatty probes, Yi Feng smiled and affirmed.

"Indeed, we had a session."

This revelation heightened the old duo's interest.

"To claim the honor of chess companionship with the City Lord, sir, you're most fortunate!"

"I wonder, who emerged victorious?"

Before the two seniors' keen questions, Yi Feng's grin held steady.

He sipped his tea and inclined his head.

Hard to say if the nod praised the brew's flavor or responded to the game's result...

Witnessing this, the elders felt reluctant to push harder.

In the yard, the lush tea aroma endured, serene and still as ever...