I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 3

Previously on I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God...

Luo Lanxue was shocked to discover Martial Will within a seemingly ordinary picture book belonging to Yin Luoli. Yin Luoli’s cultivation unexpectedly jumped five levels after looking at the book. When Luo Lanxue herself examined the book, she too experienced an immediate cultivation breakthrough from the Martial Artist realm to the Great Martial Artist realm. Realizing the book's immense power, Luo Lanxue resolved to take it back to her sect leader.

The arrival of autumn brought with it a cascade of falling leaves.

As he watched over his modest martial arts hall, Yi Feng couldn't recall exactly how many seasons had drifted by. Outside his entrance, a restless tide of people ebbed and flowed, creating a constant, noisy bustle. By now, Yi Feng had grown thoroughly accustomed to the unique traditions of this alternate world.

"Sigh, it’s time for a meal. I think I'll get some takeout!"

Standing up, Yi Feng signaled toward the beef noodle stall situated across the road. Seeing the gesture, the shop assistant snapped his fingers and shouted back, "Master Yi, just a moment, it’s coming right over."

With a nod and a smile, Yi Feng settled back into the comfort of his reclining chair.

"Alas, surviving on takeout every day makes me realize how much I need a wife!"

Under the intense glare of the sun, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes, observing a group of young women gathered at the nearby rouge shop. He couldn't help but let out a heavy sigh, "Meng Tian hasn't visited lately either. She is obsessed with joining a Sect to focus on Cultivation, even though she lacks the necessary talent. It would be far better if she just stayed with me as a martial wife. If my fortune ever changes and I gather some disciples, people would even address her as Master’s Wife."

A short while later, the assistant from across the street arrived, carrying a steaming bowl of beef noodles.

The portion size was as abundant as it always was.

"Here, this is for the food."

Yi Feng flipped a few coins toward him.

"Master Yi, it’s only a bowl of noodles, how could I possibly take your money?" The assistant pushed the coins back with a grin, explaining, "When my old lady took that nasty fall and injured herself recently, she only recovered because of your healing!"

"In that case, I won't be formal; I'll take this bowl on the house."

Yi Feng didn't press the issue. He was well-acquainted with the ordinary people living in these backstreets. Whenever a neighbor suffered a sprain or a bruise, he was there to provide treatment. Furthermore, he was known for frequently offering charity to the local beggars.

Because of this, he enjoyed a significant reputation in the neighborhood.

Even though he had never officially recruited a student, people still respectfully called him Master Yi.

"You little animal, get out!"

A sudden commotion nearby drew their gaze. A young boy, dressed in ragged, filthy clothes, was being forcibly ejected from the front hall of the Green Mountain Sect.

"No, I must cultivate!