I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God
Chapter 21

"What plans can I have?" Yi Feng said with feeling and said helplessly, "For now I can only hold on to this little piece of land and make ends meet. Of course it would be great if I could accept more disciples!"

"Oh."

Qingshan Patriarch nodded, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

The reason why he asked this was that he actually hoped to replace out Yi Feng's view on the direction of this future situation. If they could know one or two things, it would be a shortcut for the master and disciple.

But Yi Feng's words seemed to be answering, yet said nothing.

Since Yi Feng did not want to reveal anything, he naturally did not dare to ask any further.

However, being able to successfully borrow the knife today was already satisfactory. After chatting for a while, the two hurriedly said goodbye.

After walking very far from the martial arts hall, the two of them finally regained their breath and flew towards Qingshan Gate as two streaks of light.

As soon as they returned to Qingshan Gate, Qingshan Patriarch hurriedly walked inside.

"Master-uncle, wait for me, wait for me!" Zhu Yun followed behind Qingshan Patriarch with a flattering look on his face.

"What do you want?"

Qingshan Patriarch asked impatiently as he came back to his senses.

"Hehe." Zhu Yun rubbed his palms together and said with a smile, "Master-uncle, can you let me take a look at that knife?"

"What is there for you to look at?" Qingshan Patriarch scolded.

"Just take a look, just one look." Zhu Yun bowed submissively and said humbly.

"Humph!"

Qingshan Patriarch let out a cold snort impatiently, and took out the knife.

"Phew!"

As the blade came out, it brought with it a different aura. Zhu Yun's small eyes narrowed into slits as he carefully reached out to try to touch it. In a flash, Qingshan Patriarch put the knife away.

"Alright, you've seen enough. I'm going into secluded meditation for a day first. Notify the senior members of the sect that there will be a meeting tomorrow."

With that said, Qingshan Patriarch turned into a streak of light and disappeared.

Zhu Yun's face twitched as his palm hung in midair. He shouted at the direction Qingshan Patriarch had left, but did not dare to neglect his orders. He hurriedly notified the sect members that a meeting would be held tomorrow.

"Doggy, come here."

Lying in the yard, Yi Feng beckoned to Ao Qing.

Ao Qing came to Yi Feng's feet with an obliging look, wagging his tail and squinting his eyes.

Petting the dog was part of Yi Feng's daily routine.

After petting, Yi Feng stretched lazily, then took off his shirt to reveal his smooth, healthy skin.

"Let's punch a few, or else my tendons and bones will fall apart from not moving."

With that said, Yi Feng stretched his tendons and bones, then entered meditation.

He then smoothly performed a set of Shaolin Fist, even though he had no cultivation base. But with his fist techniques already at the level of gods, each move still carried gusts of qi, and every stance contained a sense of beauty.

"Awoo!"

At the side, Ao Qing stared wide-eyed, unable to resist letting out a howl, extremely excited to the point of going crazy.

From the moment Yi Feng began to make his move, martial intent had already permeated the surrounding space. Although the techniques were not complicated, and it was just a simple punch, it contained an extremely profound feeling.

Unknowingly, Ao Qing seemed to have comprehended something, and his cultivation level directly broke through a realm.

But gradually, he could understand it less and less.

What was even more bizarre was that when he tried to remember the techniques Yi Feng had just performed, he found himself unable to recall any of the previous moves at all.

By this time, Yi Feng had performed the fist techniques to an extremely proficient level. When Ao Qing excitedly wanted to watch again, he found himself dizzy and dazzled. The intense martial intent almost made him explode.

Ao Qing quickly closed his eyes, knowing this was not a level he could greedily hope for.

Gradually, Yi Feng finally ended his routine.

"Refreshing."

Yi Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead. After not exercising for so long, going through a set of fist techniques felt extremely comfortable.

Seeing the look on the dog's face, Yi Feng smiled and rubbed Ao Qing's head, laughing, "How about it, isn't your master amazing?"

"Awoo awoo!"

Ao Qing barked twice.

"Little one, you really are smart." Yi Feng took a drink of water and laughed, "Since that's the case, I'll go through another set."

Putting down the teacup, Yi Feng entered meditation again.

It was great to get more practice after finally entering this state. Another set of internal martial arts slowly unfolded under his hands.

Ao Qing's face looked ugly.

Elder, elder, I know you have good intentions to nurture me well, but you have to see if I can withstand it!

Just the Shaolin Fist set earlier had already made him dizzy and almost burst. As a result, Yi Feng came up with another even more profound fist set.

For this fist set, he didn't even dare take a look!

Of course it wasn't that he didn't want to, but the key was whether he had the fortune to be able to watch!

After going through the internal martial arts set, Yi Feng was drenched in sweat, but felt extremely comfortable. After taking a bath, Yi Feng lay down again on the recliner.

Then he took out the fire bead that Qingshan Patriarch had given him, and contemplated it in his hand...