I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God Chapter 766

With expressions full of grimace, the two men spun around and hurried back to locate Yi Feng.

While most participants were ascending rapidly, several stragglers remained. It would be a source of immense shame if the Hundred Refinements Sect, having sent representatives for the Grand Tournament, were seen struggling just to scale the Sect entrance stairs.

Yi Feng might be able to stomach such a disgrace, but as his attendants, the two brothers refused to be humiliated in such a fashion.

They rushed down the stone path, scanning the area for any sign of Yi Feng.

By the time they reached the 4,000th step, he was nowhere to be found.

They continued their descent.

3,000 steps.

Still nothing.

2,000 steps...

1,000 steps...

The path ahead remained stubbornly empty.

The brothers' complexions turned as dark as soot.

Good heavens, could he really not even manage 1,000 steps? Just how pathetic of a loser is he?

Their hearts sank further with every step as they continued their downward trek.

800 steps... 600 steps... 400 steps... 300 steps... yet Yi Feng was still missing.

Finally, near the 200th step, they caught sight of him.

Yi Feng was slumped on the ground, gasping for air in exhaustion.

Beside him stood Su Bai, diligently waving a palm leaf fan to provide some relief.

"Ah, Bai, you young people are truly fortunate," Yi Feng remarked, sighing with appreciation as the cool breeze hit him, "I feel much better now."

"Hehe, you’re joking with me, Master," Su Bai replied with a chuckle. He rubbed his brow, his entire focus remained on fanning Yi Feng without a single distraction.

"Look, do you see that bird?"

Leaning back against the stone riser, Yi Feng pointed toward a massive bird soaring through the distant mist. He called out, "That has to be a genuine mountain delicacy. I bet it would taste incredible if we could catch it."

"What is it, Master? Are you hungry for it?"

Su Bai asked, squinting at the distant creature.

"Let’s deal with this Grand Tournament first," Yi Feng laughed softly. "Besides, catching that thing probably wouldn't be easy for you."

Su Bai took another look at the bird.

He had to agree; it didn't look simple at all.

That creature appeared to be a sacred beast belonging to the Heavenly Tyrant Sect, a being far beyond the capabilities of anyone from the Hundred Refinements Sect.

His current strength was likely insufficient.

"But don't worry," Yi Feng added with a grin, "If we decide we want to eat it later, I'll provide you with some gear. Trust me, you'll be able to bring it down in a heartbeat."

Su Bai was stunned by the claim.

He couldn't begin to imagine what kind of terrifying technique or tool Yi Feng intended to show him.

As they chatted, however, they suddenly felt the weight of four eyes glaring down at them from the steps above.

"Oh? What brings you two back down here?" Yi Feng asked, turning his head.

"What else were we supposed to do?"

Jiang Zuo’s face was like a thundercloud. His voice shook with restrained fury as he spoke through clenched teeth, "I was going to ask you—why on earth did you stop after only 200 steps?"

"Hey, what's with the attitude?"

Detecting the hostility in Jiang Zuo's voice, Yi Feng’s expression soured immediately. He snapped back, "What’s wrong with stopping at 200? Do you think that’s not enough?"

"Think about how steep these steps are!"

"Ten steps is basically one floor of a building."

"I’ve climbed over 200 steps, which is like going up twenty floors."

"Isn't that plenty?"

Yi Feng argued back.

"You... you..."

Jiang Zuo turned crimson with rage, his hand twitching as if he wanted to slap Yi Feng.

However, Yi Feng was supposedly Shi Qingwu’s man, a person of higher status, so Jiang Zuo didn't dare strike him.

Still, his blood was boiling.

Every other participant had reached the summit in one go, yet Yi Feng had spent two hours to climb a mere 200 steps. Not only was he not embarrassed, but he also seemed proud of it. Did he have no sense of shame?

And there he was, gossiping with a common servant about eating birds.

There weren't even any insects in this misty formation, let alone birds.

"Fine. Can you at least continue the climb?"

Jiang Zuo asked, desperately trying to keep his temper in check.

"What's with that tone? I'm the Sect Master's man, you should show some respect," Yi Feng glared at him and retorted, "You’ve been scowling and grumbling this whole time. You’re incredibly annoying, you know that? If you keep this up, don't blame me if I make things difficult for you later."

Jiang Zuo’s face muscles twitched.

He wasn't aware of the secret plan, nor did he know Yi Feng was only pretending to be Shi Qingwu’s lover.

Hearing those words, he did feel a flicker of hesitation.

After all, Yi Feng was still connected to Shi Qingwu, and his own behavior as a subordinate was indeed out of line.

"Then, may I ask, Master, are you able to keep climbing?"

Jiang Zuo forced himself to bow his head and ask politely.

Inside, however, he was fuming.

Why? Why would a woman as brilliantly talented as Shi Qingwu ever pick a man like this?

"Yes,"

"Now that I've caught my breath, I can manage,"

Yi Feng slowly stood up and resumed his slow ascent.

This time, Jiang Zuo and Jiang You didn't run ahead. They stayed right behind Yi Feng, terrified that he might quit again after another hundred steps.

Their instincts were correct. Before they had even covered another hundred steps, Yi Feng stopped at the 80th mark, waving his hand while gasping for air.

"Ah, I can't do it. No more. I need another break!"

Yi Feng leaned against his knees, breathing heavily.

At that moment, several representatives from other sects passed by, casting curious glances in their direction.

Jiang Zuo and Jiang You felt their skin crawl with embarrassment under those stares.

How humiliating.

Simply too shameful.

Fortunately, these sects had no ties to the Hundred Refinements Sect. Without a word, the two brothers stepped forward, grabbed Yi Feng by each arm, and hoisted him up to continue the climb.

If they let Yi Feng walk on his own, the Grand Tournament would be over long before he reached the summit.

They didn't stop for a single second, desperate to reach the top as fast as possible.

Before long, the group of four finally made it to the peak.

"I'm dead, I'm absolutely exhausted. I never should have come," Yi Feng panted, leaning against a nearby tree.

Looking at him, the two brothers were lost for words.

This was the person representing them at the Grand Tournament?

However, what truly shocked them was that Su Bai had managed to keep pace with them all the way to the top.

He was just a lowly servant!

"This servant... he has something about him. He might actually have talent," Jiang You noted. "To climb these steps alone at his age, he could probably qualify as an outer disciple of the Heavenly Tyrant Sect."

"He is quite young; he's a promising prospect,"

Jiang Zuo agreed.

Thinking it over, Jiang Zuo approached Su Bai.

"I recall your name is Su Bai, correct?" Jiang Zuo inquired.

"Yes,"

Su Bai nodded simply.

"You managed to reach the summit with us in a single trip. You have potential. When we return to the Hundred Refinements Sect, would you like to work under me?" Jiang Zuo offered. "If your performance is good, I might even take you on as my disciple."

Su Bai blinked in surprise.

He gave them a brief, passing glance before completely ignoring them.

Instead, he hurried back to Yi Feng’s side and enthusiastically resumed his fanning duties.

Jiang Zuo and Jiang You stood there, stunned.

???

What was with that look from a servant?

Did he just... look down on them?