I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 4

Legend has it that a verdant mountain stood behind Pingjiang City thousands of years ago.

This green peak pierced the heavens, resembling a massive pillar supporting the sky itself.

Eventually, a peerless master passed through the region and, with a single swing of his blade, cleaved the mountain in two. He established his lineage on that very spot.

Because of this, it was named the Qingshan Sect.

Though the strength of each successive generation had waned, the Qingshan Sect remained a sacred land of Cultivation in the eyes of the masses.

Inside a grand, imposing hall.

Luo Lanxue arrived in a state of great agitation.

"Master, your disciple requests an audience," Luo Lanxue announced as she knelt before the entrance, her voice filled with reverence.

"Lanxue, why are you behaving so recklessly, interrupting your master's closed-door training?" A powerful voice finally echoed from within the chamber, carrying both irritation and hints of fatigue.

Luo Lanxue felt a wave of apprehension wash over her upon hearing his tone.

In just three days, her Master was scheduled to fight the Xuanwu Patriarch, an opponent whose power far eclipsed his own. Furthermore, the Xuanwu Patriarch was known for being treacherous and bloodthirsty. It was no surprise that her Master remained in seclusion even now.

However, that thought only fueled Luo Lanxue’s urgency. "Master, your disciple possesses a vital matter to report, something that might provide the key to defeating the Xuanwu Patriarch."

"The key to overcoming the Xuanwu Patriarch?"

The Qingshan Patriarch was momentarily stunned, but his confusion quickly shifted into fury.

"Is this how I raised you? To speak such arrogant nonsense? A confrontation between Xuanwu and myself is not something for you juniors to interfere with!"

"Leave at once!"

"Do not disturb me further."

"Master, I would never dare to speak out of turn," Luo Lanxue said quickly, bowing her head in desperation. "I implore Master to grant me an audience."

Silence filled the hall for a long moment before the majestic voice spoke again.

"Since you have broken my seclusion for this, if your claims prove false, do not expect me to show any leniency!"

As the words trailed off, the heavy doors of the hall ground open.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Luo Lanxue entered the chamber while carefully holding the martial arts manual.

She finally stood before the Qingshan Patriarch.

He was seated cross-legged on a mat, his face still clouded with anger. As he listened to Luo Lanxue’s explanation, his expression turned deeply skeptical.

"You are claiming an ordinary mortal did this?" the Qingshan Patriarch questioned.

"Indeed, Master. To be more accurate, he is a peerless expert living in the mortal world in total disguise," Luo Lanxue clarified.

"Ridiculous," the Qingshan Patriarch snapped. "If such a formidable expert truly resided in Pingjiang City, how could I, the great Qingshan Patriarch, be unaware of him? What a total farce."

"Master, I beg you to believe me. This book was written by that senior's hand. You will understand the moment you see it," Luo Lanxue urged.

"Humph!"

The Qingshan Patriarch snorted coldly. With a flick of his wrist, the martial arts manual flew into his grasp.

One glance was enough to bring a look of contempt to his face.

The entire volume appeared mundane and cheap, lacking any distinctive traits or spiritual aura.

Had Luo Lanxue not been one of his most prized students, he would have incinerated the book and punished her for wasting his precious time on such garbage.

"Master, please look at the contents," Luo Lanxue added quickly, remembering her own experience. She warned him, "Master should steady your mind and be careful of any backlash."

The Qingshan Patriarch’s face reflected his growing annoyance. He carelessly flipped the manual open.

In an instant, his dismissive and bored expression vanished, replaced by a look of sheer terror.

His spine snapped straight.

Involuntarily, his entire frame began to shake.

Shock, wonder, disbelief, and total confusion... a whirlwind of emotions crossed his features, yet none could truly capture the chaos in his mind.

It felt as though a massive tidal wave had been unleashed within his soul, impossible to restrain.

He never could have imagined that Luo Lanxue was telling the truth. This pathetic-looking book he had ridiculed actually overflowed with infinite martial intent the moment it was opened.

Opening those pages felt like stepping into an entirely different realm. Despite being a martial master himself, the Qingshan Patriarch felt like a mere ant before the power radiating from the text.

What kind of being could create such a miraculous work?

Even more shocking was the realization that the brushstrokes were casual—as if the creator had been doodling without any focus. Yet, even a careless sketch held such terrifying martial intent. Just how terrifying was that person's Cultivation?

Watching the Qingshan Patriarch, Luo Lanxue couldn't help but offer a bitter smile.

Had she not reacted exactly the same way when she first encountered it?

This only solidified her conviction that the young man who spent his days lounging and fanning himself was a hidden expert of the highest order.

But the more she realized this, the more her heart filled with dread. While she was thrilled for the Qingshan Sect's good fortune, her eyes betrayed a deep sense of anxiety and fear...

"Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, a boisterous laugh erupted from the Qingshan Patriarch. His hair billowed upward as a surge of overbearing Qi exploded from his body.

He vaulted from his mat in a blur, launching through the ceiling like a projectile and soaring into the sky.

Above the Qingshan Sect, the clouds began to churn as a massive storm gathered.

Rain began to pour as the surrounding spiritual energy rushed toward the Qingshan Patriarch. Hanging in the air, he glowed like a miniature sun, radiating a blinding light through the downpour.

"What?"

"Master has achieved a breakthrough?"

Luo Lanxue pressed her hands to her lips in shock, her heart racing with a mixture of joy and disbelief at the spectacle.

The entire Qingshan Sect was thrown into a state of total chaos.

...

"Now who is making all this noise? I just put my laundry out," Yi Feng complained irritably from his recliner. His clothes were still damp.

He might not be a cultivator, but he knew the signs.

Even though he had never experienced such a display personally, Yi Feng knew at a glance that cultivators were responsible for the commotion.

"Zhong Qing, how is your horse stance coming along?"

After pulling his laundry back inside, Yi Feng turned his attention to Zhong Qing, who was diligently practicing.

The boy had been holding the stance for an unknown amount of time. His thin legs were shaking and sweat poured down his face, yet he refused to move.

"He has such potential. It's a shame this is a world of Cultivation. In my previous life, I could have turned you into the next Bruce Lee!"

Yi Feng couldn't help but curse inwardly at the thought.

Stupid cultivation world, giving him a useless martial arts system. It was nothing but trouble.

"Zhong Qing, take a break. Go get us two bowls of beef noodles from across the street," Yi Feng instructed. Training was vital, but so was recovery.

"Yes, Master."

Zhong Qing wiped his face and dashed through the rain toward the noodle stall.

While waiting for the food, Zhong Qing stared blankly at the sky, lost in thought until the vendor called him several times to get his attention.

"Ah, to be young..."

Yi Feng sighed, shaking his head.

He could see that Zhong Qing still dreamed of Cultivation. The boy likely only stayed here out of a sense of gratitude.

Sadly, his talent was nonexistent. With such poor aptitude, he would never be accepted into the Qingshan Sect.

"If only I knew someone in the Qingshan Sect, I might be able to pull some strings for you!"

"But unfortunately, your teacher is just an ordinary guy!"