I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

When they saw this scene, the countless spectators were shocked.

A kitchen knife?

Then, bursts of mocking laughter erupted from Xuanwu Zong's direction.

"A kitchen knife, this is too funny."

"Hahaha, yes, the weapon of the esteemed Qingshan Elder is actually just a kitchen knife."

"Could the Qingshan Sect really be so destitute that this Qingshan Elder brought a kitchen knife from their kitchen?"

Hearing these grating voices, the Qingshan disciples also looked extremely ugly.

Although they had seen this knife before, they did not have much confidence in its combat power when put to use.

"Qingshan, you really are at your wit's end, actually bringing a kitchen knife to fight me. Who are you looking down on?" Xuanwu Elder condescendingly pushed his palm imprint, his face full of disdain as he spoke.

"Try it and you'll see."

Qingshan Elder expressionlessly said a sentence. As his voice fell, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his palm swung out.

Then, an ordinary kitchen knife slashed towards Xuanwu.

Everyone shook their heads.

This was undoubtedly an egg hitting a rock!

But in the next moment, that ordinary-looking kitchen knife suddenly blossomed with dazzling radiance. Then it pulled out a blade light that spanned thousands of feet.

Under this blade light, everyone couldn't help but close their eyes.

At the same time, an invincible aura enveloped the entire Rain Pavilion. Those with weaker cultivations even felt an urge to prostrate themselves.

Of course, Xuanwu Elder was directly affected.

As powerful as he was, under this radiance he also felt exceptionally tiny. The cold smile on his face also froze.

With one slash, it directly shattered Xuanwu's palm imprint, decaying it away. Even Xuanwu Elder's arm was hacked off.

The immense pain and power backlash rushed into Xuanwu Elder's body. Accompanying miserable screams, Xuanwu Elder chaotically fled around the Rain Pavilion like a housefly.

"Huff!"

"What?"

Seeing this scene, everyone present was incredulous. They couldn't help but gasp, while Qingshan disciples erupted with unprecedented cheers.

At the same time, the kitchen knife in Qingshan Elder's hand attracted numerous fiery gazes.

This knife's might exceeded everyone's expectations. It was actually so terrifying!

In the crowd, Peng Ying was also shocked, her red lips parted. Although she had seen this kitchen knife in Wu Jie's jade slip, witnessing its power in person was still extremely impactful.

What was even more inconceivable was that she felt more and more familiar with this kitchen knife.

She even felt like she had seen it more than once, but the intense shock prevented her from remembering where exactly she had seen it.

Of course, she also felt this sense of familiarity was too fantastical.

How could she, someone who sneaked into the Qingshan Sect, have seen such a top-tier divine weapon before?

"Hahaha!"

Qingshan Elder was also shaken by his own slash. He let out confident loud laughter in midair.

"Qingshan, you despicable bastard, why do you have such a terrifying divine weapon?" Xuanwu Elder was exasperated as he yelled, "Have some integrity and put down that kitchen knife to fight me fairly. What kind of hero or good man are you otherwise?"

"Put down the kitchen knife and fight fairly?"

"You wish beautifully. I'm going to bully you as I please, so what?"

"Hmph!"

Qingshan Elder angrily snorted and drew an arc in the air with his kitchen knife, attacking Xuanwu Elder again.

Xuanwu Elder's face was full of fear. He didn't dare confront Qingshan Elder head-on at all. He turned into an arc and fled.

In the blink of an eye, the two Elders flew from the Rain Pavilion, one in front and one behind. Soon they were above Pingjiang City.

"Bang..."

"Swish..."

"Huff..."

As he chased Xuanwu Elder, each of Qingshan Elder's slashes with the kitchen knife resounded through the sky. Its formidable might made the heavens rumble.

Xuanwu Elder was in grave danger. Facing that terrifying kitchen knife, all he could do was flee.

The two Elders then flew past Pingjiang City again, fighting to some unknown destination.

"Damn it."

The noisy disturbance made Yi Feng very annoyed. He put down his brush and paper and went outside, looking up at the lingering energy ripples in the sky. He immediately realized there were cultivators battling again.

"Which bastard is it, go fight farther away!" Yi Feng spat and walked back to the Martial Hall. He waited for the sounds to die down before calmly resuming his writing.

In the next half month, Yi Feng finally completed his novel "The Purple Mist Fairy and the Supreme Treasure". He then headed towards the Pingjiang Commerce Guild.

The person receiving Yi Feng was the guild leader, Mao Lin.

As a commerce guild leader, his status was much higher than ordinary people's. Originally someone of his standing wouldn't personally receive guests, but Mao Lin had once followed the guild into the mountains and got bitten by a venomous snake. Many doctors couldn't cure him until Yi Feng's herbs did, so Yi Feng was considered Mao Lin's benefactor.

"Hehe, Master Yi please have some tea."

Mao Lin sat at the head seat. As a guild leader, he naturally wore lavish clothes and had a ruddy complexion. He surreptitiously glanced at Yi Feng once before asking, "I wonder for what matter has Master Yi come to our guild?"

"It wouldn't be to ask me to print more of those useless fairy tales, right?"

Hearing this, Yi Feng's eyebrows furrowed slightly and his expression became somewhat awkward.

"Master Yi, to be honest, you coming to sit a while is fine and I can cordially receive you since after all, you are my benefactor." Mao Lin raised his teacup and lightly sipped before continuing, "But if it's to print more useless stuff, I can't help you. Although it's no big deal, it really doesn't profit our guild. After all..."

"Our guild has so many mouths to feed, profit comes first, wouldn't you agree?"

"Alright!"

Yi Feng pursed his lips and sighed inwardly. Since it was so, he was too lazy to stay longer and got up to leave.

Just then, the room door opened and in walked an alluring figure.

She was tall and had exquisite features. Dressed in red silk that outlined her alluring curves.

"Yun'er, didn't you see I'm receiving a guest? How can you just rudely barge in like this?" Mao Lin reprimanded, but his eyes were full of doting.

"Father, I came to ask if you've found the author of 'Dream of the Red Chamber' yet?" The woman called Yun'er complained charmingly. From the address, she was clearly the pearl of the commerce guild, Mao Lin's daughter Mao Yun'er.contemporary romance

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