I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 174

"Hmm!"

With a grave expression, the old man gave a solemn nod.

The Sky Devouring Emperor stood frozen as he received the old man’s confirmation.

He found it impossible to accept that the son he considered his most incompetent offspring was destined to be the savior of the Sky Devouring Wolf clan.

No matter how much he pondered it, the idea seemed utterly ridiculous.

The more he glared at this old man—who had lived in secluded Cultivation for centuries—the more he looked like a common fraud who had played him for a fool. Rage began to boil within the Emperor.

"Stop your nonsense, you old fool! You're talking complete rubbish!"

Following his angry shout, a heavy palm struck the old man’s bald head, sending him tumbling to the floor.

"Sky Devouring Emperor, what is the meaning of this?"

Trembling on the ground, the old man glared back at the Sky Devouring Emperor with eyes full of indignation.

"What am I doing? You’re a charlatan who dared to deceive me, and you have the nerve to ask that?" The Sky Devouring Emperor placed a contemptuous foot on the old man’s back. "If you wanted to lie to me, couldn’t you have invented a more believable tale? Everyone in the Sky Devouring Wolf clan knows my third son, Ao Qing, is a total waste. Yet you claim he is our savior? Do you take me for an idiot?"

"You... you are blinded by your own confusion!"

Lying face down, the old man cried out in sheer frustration, "I have not told a single lie!"

"Still clinging to your lies?"

The Sky Devouring Emperor delivered another heavy kick. "It's true my third son managed to foil the plot of Ao Qingcheng and the Red Sun clan, but the current crisis isn't something he can fix with a mere spear. I truly believed you possessed the gift of divination, but I see now you're just like my senile father—both of you are nothing but damn swindlers!"

"You, you, you... If you refuse to listen, you will bring ruin to the entire imperial bloodline. You will be remembered as the greatest sinner of the Sky Devouring Wolf clan!" The old man shouted, pointing a finger at the Emperor in fury.

"Hmph, you old fossil, if I actually believed your words, that is when the Sky Devouring Wolf clan would truly be in danger!"

After one last kick, the Sky Devouring Emperor waved his hand and barked an order, "Guards! Throw him into the dungeon!"

The old man shook with rage, his face flushing a deep red. "Sky Devouring Emperor, the day will come when you crawl back to apologize to me! You will regret this!"

With a dismissive snort, the Sky Devouring Emperor returned to his seat. He began to obsess over the ongoing civil war, desperately trying to formulate a winning strategy.

Just then, his personal butler approached. "Wolf Emperor, perhaps you shouldn't completely ignore the Gold Elder's prophecy. Should we consider summoning the Third Prince back first?"

"Hmph, what worth is there in that old man's ramblings?" the Sky Devouring Emperor replied crossly.

The butler let out a sigh and tried again. "Even if the Wolf Emperor doubts the prophecy, I believe the Third Prince should return regardless. This is his home, after all. He shouldn't be wandering elsewhere while such a massive crisis unfolds here!"

"Fine, fine! I'll leave that to you!"

The Sky Devouring Emperor waved him off impatiently, barely registering the butler's words. His mind was entirely consumed by the civil war as he racked his brain for a solution.

The old butler nodded silently and began to withdraw.

***

At the Martial Arts Hall.

Yi Feng held his writing brush, looking at the characters he had inked onto the rice paper with a sense of pride. He nodded in satisfaction.

He hadn't touched the guitar in days.

Ever since that night of drinking, his musical prowess had ascended to a realm that rivaled the gods. That unexpected breakthrough had taught Yi Feng a valuable lesson: beyond just practicing different techniques, capturing the right artistic conception was the true secret to mastery.

Consequently, while practicing his calligraphy, he had been experimenting with every style he remembered from his previous life. This approach was proving to be much more effective for his progress.

However, that divine artistic conception was elusive, and Yi Feng didn't have a reliable way to summon it at will.

But he wasn't stressed. He had already mastered two of the four scholarly arts—zither and painting—to the level of "Comparing with the Gods." Since he already possessed high skill in calligraphy and chess, reaching the peak in those should be relatively simple.

"Ding! New system task assigned:"

"Elevate Cooking, Wine-making, Tea Ceremony, and Carving to the realm of Comparing with the Gods."

"Task Reward: Acquire a Halo!"

"Failure Penalty: The Martial Arts Hall will be confiscated!"

"Again?"

Yi Feng’s face instantly soured when he heard the voice echoing in his mind.

This broken system wouldn't give him a moment's peace, forcing him to learn all these random hobbies!

However, the reward—a "halo"—did pique his curiosity.

"Just what exactly is a halo?"

"What kind of powers does it give?"