I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

The annual poetry meeting was finally opened on the banks of the Chunxi River in Pingjiang City.

Here, the top talents of Pingjiang City gathered.

Here, people were not judged by their power or background, but only by their literary talent.

Of course, although this was said to be an event for mortals, cultivators could also participate. However, even if you were a cultivator, without good literary knowledge, you would still be looked down upon.

Such was the spirit of the literati!

Yi Feng, who had received an invitation, also came to the poetry meeting.

At the meeting, many people were showing off their poems and literary talent, but none of them could arouse Yi Feng's interest.

Having grown up immersed in the culture of the last five thousand years since he was young, he had already appreciated countless ancient poems passed down through the ages. These poems which seemed elegant on the surface but lacked real substance could not attract his interest at all.

Even the Three Hundred Tang Poems he had recited since childhood were enough to overwhelm these people.

However, in the bustling crowd, two gazes kept watching him.

One belonged to Yao Ling'er, the other to Mao Yun'er.

Finally, Yao Ling'er took a deep breath and walked towards Yi Feng.

"Whoops!"

Just as she approached Yi Feng, Yao Ling'er tripped.

But Yi Feng didn't even glance at her and walked right past her. Yao Ling'er fell down for nothing!

"Miss, are you alright?"

"Miss, how are you?"

Seeing such a peerless beauty fall to the ground, countless literati swarmed over, wanting to help Yao Ling'er up and voicing their gentle concern.

"Get lost!"

Yao Ling'er's expression darkened.

These mortal ants were not worthy of touching her at all.

It was just, why did he ignore her like this?

Could it be that she really could not get his attention?

Unknowingly, a hint of worry appeared in Yao Ling'er's eyes.

"Sir, hello."

At this time, Mao Yun'er walked over to Yi Feng in a timely manner, her pretty face blushing as she greeted Yi Feng.

"Oh, it's you..."

Yi Feng had seen Mao Yun'er before, but his expression was not very good.

Seeing Mao Yun'er reminded him of her father Mao Lin and the humiliation he had suffered from him that day, so Yi Feng simply greeted her briefly before brushing past her.

This left Mao Yun'er standing there alone, hurting inside.

"You, a mere mortal, think you can get the sir's attention? How laughable." At this moment, Yao Ling'er walked to Mao Yun'er's side and said coldly.

"And who are you?" Mao Yun'er frowned. She sensed absolute danger from this woman, especially from her slender figure like a water snake, which made her feel very threatened.

"Me?"

Yao Ling'er gave a cold laugh.

"I'm someone you can never compare with. You're not even qualified to covet the sir!"

Yao Ling'er sneered disdainfully, then looked towards Yi Feng's receding figure and continued to follow him.

Mao Yun'er gnashed her teeth in secret. Although this woman's beauty posed an absolute threat to her, she thought to herself that she was no less outstanding either.

Not willing to lose, Mao Yun'er also hurried after Yi Feng.

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Yi Feng, who was weaving through the crowds watching the poems written by cultivators from other realms, suddenly heard someone calling his name.

Turning his head, his expression immediately became complicated.

The one who had called out to him was none other than Peng Ying.

"Didn't expect to run into you here."

Peng Ying said coldly. Her attitude was different from before, as if there was hatred in her tone of speaking.

"Yeah, didn't expect to see you again here either."

Yi Feng felt rather complicated.

He was not a heartless person, but neither was he a saint with boundless compassion.

Although he had been heartbroken when Peng Ying ruthlessly left him that day, he had also cleanly removed her from his heart.

He no longer had any ripples in his heart for this woman.

"Yi Feng, I've already found out, don't think you can do as you please just because you wrote a decent book and Luo Lanxue of Qingshan Sect is backing you. You need to understand, you're still just a mortal in the end." Peng Ying sneered unkindly, "Although I was expelled from Qingshan Sect, Elder Brother Wu Jie has sent me a letter saying it won't be long before I can return to Qingshan Sect."

"In my eyes, you're still just a mortal, an ant."

Peng Ying ridiculed coldly.

She hated him for what had happened that day, especially being expelled from Qingshan Sect, which she could hardly let go of.

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