I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

"Sure enough, it's a very nice work of art," Yi Feng said after examining it for a while. He didn't find any great practical use for the object.

"However..."

Yi Feng lowered his head to look at the fallen leaves on the ground. Unknowingly, summer had passed and autumn had arrived.

Autumn in this world was much colder than autumn in the previous life. Here, autumn was already very cold, and winter would be even more so, with snow everywhere.

For cultivators, this kind of weather did not affect them much.

But for an ordinary person like him, it was enough to freeze him like a dog.

And this bead...

"In a few days when the temperature drops, you can serve as a heater for me, haha. Clean and hygienic, and very convenient."

"Most importantly, it will save me money on charcoal."

Yi Feng was impressed by his own intelligence. He stretched lazily and walked to the front hall, where he found Zhong Qing sitting blankly on the doorstep.

Yi Feng looked up slightly and saw that Zhong Qing was staring at the cultivators passing by in the distance from time to time.

"It seems this boy still has an aspiration to cultivate!"

Yi Feng sighed softly.

Hearing the sound, Zhong Qing immediately stood up and respectfully shouted, "Greetings, Master."

Yi Feng waved his hand.

He walked over to Zhong Qing with his hands behind his back, looked up at the distant sky, and sighed, "I know you have something on your mind."

Zhong Qing was slightly surprised.

Yi Feng smiled and asked him to sit on a stool.

Although leaves were falling in the autumn, it was still a season of abundant fruits. The street in front of the door was still bustling as usual. Master and disciple sat silently at the door of the martial arts school, facing each other speechlessly.

"Maybe you don't want to tell me too much..." Finally, sounds came from Yi Feng's mouth.

Zhong Qing turned his gaze over.

"But no matter what, your teacher does not stop you. The door of Qingshan Gate accepts fresh blood every ten days. If you want, try your luck every ten days!" Yi Feng said.

Zhong Qing clenched his teeth tightly and remained silent.

Yi Feng did not speak again either, watching as fewer and fewer people walked down the street. Only then did he stand up.

"It's time to make dinner," he said.

"Master."

Suddenly, Zhong Qing called out to stop him.

Yi Feng slowly turned his head to look at the boy whose face was chapped by the autumn wind.

"I have a vengeance."

"I have a deep blood vengeance!"

Zhong Qing's eyes turned red, with tears swirling around. He gritted his teeth and said to Yi Feng, as if speaking it out would evoke some very bad memories for him. So it seemed to require a lot of courage to say it out.

Yi Feng was silent.

"The enemy is very powerful, so powerful that I can't breathe," Zhong Qing said with a trembling voice, holding tightly to the knife Yi Feng had given him: "As powerful as the elders and patriarchs of Qingshan Gate, even as powerful as the old ancestors!"

Yi Feng's palms also unconsciously tightened.

"I can only embark on the path of cultivation. Perhaps only then will I have a ray of hope..."

Zhong Qing said with red eyes looking at him.

After a long silence, Yi Feng slowly nodded.

He turned around.

His eyes also turned red.

His heart felt a little sour, and he also hated, and was more indignant!

The world was difficult, and Zhong Qing had to bear so much at such a young age; he hated his own helplessness, as he was just an ordinary mortal; he was more indignant at the injustice of the Heavenly Dao, and Zhong Qing himself had no aptitude for cultivation.

The gates of cultivation.

Ultimately, it was still too far away!

Figures like the elders and patriarchs of Qingshan Gate had already reached a height that ordinary people could not reach, let alone the old ancestors of Qingshan Gate whom ordinary people had only heard about in legends and never seen.

The next day.

Qingshan Gate, Qingshan Grand Hall.

The old ancestor of Qingshan sat at the head, with an excited expression mixed with a little embarrassment.

After borrowing the knife yesterday, he had been in seclusion and practiced hard for a day. This peerless divine knife did not disappoint him, directly increasing his combat power by a level.

However, because the martial arts meanings contained within were too profound, he could not use it flexibly. During the bitter practice, he accidentally chopped off the residences of three elders and almost killed the most beloved disciple of the third elder, Yu WuJie.

"Cough cough cough, this is the first time wielding the treasured knife, please don't take it too hard," the old ancestor of Qingshan finally said lightly to the two with livid faces after a long silence.

"The old ancestor was able to obtain the treasured knife, it is indeed an honor for our sect. These were just small accidents, not worth mentioning," although he said so, ten thousand galloping camels were racing through the third elder's heart.

That residence of his alone, not to mention the costs of building it, just the treasures he had searched and plundered over the years with his status as an elder were countless.

Yet it was now completely destroyed by this single knife.

It simply broke his heart!

Yu WuJie was not much better off either. His originally fair and delicate face now looked even paler, rather like a living dead, seemingly on the verge of death.

Even more humiliating was that when he was pulled out of the rubble, his underwear had shattered into pieces under the powerful aura of the knife.

This made him the butt of jokes at Qingshan Gate, with people everywhere talking about how exposed his little bird was...