I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 1461: Founding a School

Those few cultivators were only at the lowest Meridian Opening realm, completely unable to detect their presence. The journey was entirely unnoticed. Even after sneaking into the sect, the two stood on the eaves of the main hall, and the patrolling disciples coming and going remained completely oblivious.

Several gray-robed disciples had now entered the main hall, reporting their gains for the day.

In just a few breaths of time.

Curses rang out from within the hall, the tone incredibly fierce and ruthless!

"Trash!"

"You're all a bunch of trash!"

"You can't even intimidate a few taverns at the foot of the mountain! You've truly disgraced the reputation of our Sword Sweeping Sect! If everyone were as incompetent as you, wouldn't the entire sect have to starve?"

The cursing lacked even the slightest bit of grace. Just as the rumors said, they were no better than coarse bandits.

The next moment.

The black-clad youth could no longer listen to this. He leaped down from the roof of the hall, landed before the doors, and slowly stepped inside!

Seeing the person who had suddenly appeared, everyone present was astonished!

"Who's there?!"

The Sect Master sitting high on the main seat, his face full of fierce flesh, tensed up!

"Bastard!"

"What kind of rat dares to trespass into the main hall of my Sword Sweeping Sect!"

The black-clad youth ignored the man, his eyes lazily sweeping across the hall. The furnishings of this so-called main hall desperately needed an upgrade; there was almost nothing that caught his eye.

Looking again at that so-called Sect Master, he was indeed only at the Heavenly Light realm. He was truly just unpresentable trash, yet he was actually throwing his weight around here. It was simply baffling!

The black-clad youth shook his head repeatedly, almost laughing out of sheer exasperation.

"Damn it..."

"I thought this Sword Sweeping Sect was something amazing, but this is it?"

"It seems there won't be much profit in this score. It'll be hard to even scrape together some money for drinks and women. You've really disappointed this granddaddy!"

The fat Sect Master's face alternated between green and red as he listened, and he stood up in a towering rage!

"Bastard!"

But before he could finish his words.

The black-clad youth merely raised his hand and clenched it. The man's neck was snapped, and he slumped to the ground on the spot. This terrifying method left the surrounding disciples looking deathly pale.

The main hall suddenly became eerily quiet!

The black-clad youth, however, looked completely calm. He was already used to this kind of scene and turned around to ask a question without a care in the world.

"Brother!"

"This place isn't that great either!"

"And here I heard that the Raging Fire Kingdom was on the mandatory route for the westward journey, possessing countless formidable sects and serving as the best refuge for rogue cultivators. That's why I brought you all this way, but I didn't expect it to be so disappointing!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Feng also stepped steadily into the main hall, a faint smile in his eyes.

"Not necessarily."

"When the forest is big, there are all kinds of birds. The Raging Fire Kingdom is vast, and the Yandang Mountains stretch for hundreds of miles. It's inevitable that there will be some stray cats and dogs."

The black-clad man nodded upon hearing this, and the two walked side by side.

"That seems to make sense."

"Logically speaking, my information should never be wrong. Back in the day, I also visited the borders of the Raging Fire Kingdom and never saw such a trashy sect. This should just be an exception."

The two of them just walked forward on their own, not treating themselves as outsiders at all.

Approaching the Sect Master's grand seat, the black-clad man kicked aside the rapidly cooling former Sect Master and took a seat alongside Yi Feng. He casually picked up a wine jug from the table, sniffed it, and revealed a look of disgust.

After looking around the main hall, he turned his head and spoke in a depressed tone.

"It looks like there really won't be much profit from this job. Even if we squeeze this dilapidated, trashy sect dry, we probably won't get much silver."

"Damn it, all that work for nothing!"

Saying this, the black-clad youth leaned against the left side of the main seat with a disappointed face, looking somewhat distressed.

Yi Feng, however, smiled slightly and offered a counter-argument.

"I don't think that's entirely true."

"Although this sect is a bit run-down, it can still serve as a place to stay. Since you and I have nowhere else to go right now, why don't we establish our own sect right here?"

"This martial world is full of conflicting interests. Aside from those powerhouses who have reached the absolute pinnacle, it's always difficult for a lone person to act without restraint. We might as well cultivate our own faction first, and plan for other things later."

Hearing this, the black-clad youth's eyes lit up.

"Establish a sect?"

"I've actually never done that before. It sounds kind of interesting!"

The more the two talked, the more enthusiastic they became. Meanwhile, the disciples in the hall were all shivering, not daring to make a sound. It was hard to tell who were the actual members of the Sword Sweeping Sect.

The black-clad man's earlier strike had been too terrifying. In an instant, it had shattered the courage of everyone in this small sect. His mere appearance had already suppressed the entire situation.

In the face of such a formidable enemy, no one dared to make a peep.

Only an old man standing stiffly at the front revealed indignation in his eyes, seemingly having something to rely on!

Hearing that the two wanted to establish a sect, he angrily slammed his iron cane against the floor and roared in reprimand!

"Bastards!"

"Bastards!"

"My Sword Sweeping Sect has a legacy of a hundred years! How can we allow you to establish a sect here? Such arrogant words are simply too insolent. Are you really going to rob our sect's foundation by force?!"

As soon as his words fell.

Yi Feng and the black-clad youth looked over at the same time. With baffled expressions, they asked in unison.

"What else would we be doing?"

As soon as they said that.

The old man choked, his aged face turning bright red. His entire body trembled non-stop, and he couldn't even form a complete sentence!

"You! You people!"

Good heavens!

The disciples in the hall were so shocked they practically cried out in disbelief!

These two big shots had killed the Sect Master the moment they arrived, and now they bluntly retorted to the Grand Elder. Their overbearing style was simply unmatched!

Within a radius of a hundred miles, no one had ever heard of two such ruthless figures!

At this moment.

The entire hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. No one dared to invite trouble.

Only the old man's chest heaved with anger as he pointed a trembling finger and spoke furiously!

"You rely on your tyrannical cultivation to act so arrogantly, but little do you know that my Sword Sweeping Sect..."

Before he could finish, the black-clad youth reached out and clenched his hand again.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound, the old man also collapsed to the ground, dead.

Glancing at the corpse on the ground, the youth rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"Noisy!"

"With your sect looking like this ghost of a place, you're no different from mountain bandits. You actually have the nerve to talk about some bullshit legacy. Go pass it down to your ancestors!"

This scolding made the hall even more silent. Many people stood stiffly with their heads bowed in shame.

The youth domineeringly surveyed the entire hall and asked again in a deep voice.

"Who else refuses to submit? Step out and let this granddaddy take a look."

After this sentence.

Everyone in the hall, young and old, exchanged quiet glances before bowing in unison!

"Greetings, Sect Master!"

Under such overwhelming cultivation and style, the entire Sword Sweeping Sect submitted completely. No one dared to raise the slightest objection, and they all knelt toward the main seat.

Who knew that this bow would startle the black-clad youth into dodging to the side and sitting down elsewhere.

Before Yi Feng could voice his confusion, the youth leisurely picked up a fresh jug of wine and filled a cup.

"I'm not being any Sect Master."

"Managing a bunch of people's daily needs all day long, where would I have the time to live freely? If you ask me, brother, you should be the one to take the Sect Master position!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng smiled and shook his head.

His brother had a bold and uninhibited nature. Being Sect Master would only restrict him, which was indeed not to his liking.

However, since they were establishing a sect together, they naturally had to share the status and treatment they deserved. At the very least, he had to give him a title, otherwise how could he live up to their brotherhood?

Thinking of this, Yi Feng smiled, nodded, and asked.

"It's fine if you don't want to be the Sect Master."

"Since that's the case, you can be the Vice Sect Master. How about the two of us jointly govern this brand-new sect?"

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the words left his mouth, the young man repeatedly waved his hands again!

No! No!

A Vice Sect Master is bogged down by a bunch of troublesome matters. How could I live a carefree life in the future? Brother, I understand your good intentions, but can we discuss this a bit? Is there a position where I only get to enjoy the benefits without doing any actual work, preferably with a badass title?

This question actually stumped Yi Feng.

Enjoying benefits without working, and needing a badass title?

In any sect, those in important positions were never idle. Even in high-tier sects, there did not seem to be such a cushy job.

Unless it was a Supreme Elder...

But wouldn't that make him his senior?

Founding a sect and suddenly having someone promoted to a senior generation above him—that would not do.

After pondering for a long time.

Yi Feng's eyes finally lit up, and he asked his good brother with a smile.

Your request is indeed a bit difficult.

However, it is not entirely impossible. Generally, the most leisurely position in a sect is that of a Protector. Although the title is not as grand as Vice Sect Master, it still holds considerable power and status. Unless the Sect Master or the sect is in trouble, you will not have to bother with anything else on normal days.

Are you satisfied with this arrangement?

Hearing this, the young man's eyes showed contemplation. He muttered to himself a few times and gradually revealed a smile.

Protector?

Eh? It does sound pretty cool, but it seems to lack a bit of a domineering aura. How about changing it to Grand Protector?

Hmm, Grand Protector? That sounds a whole lot more awesome right away!

Hahaha, then it is settled! From now on, I am the Grand Protector of this sect!

As his laughter echoed out.

Everyone present bowed to the young man in unison, their voices shaking the great hall.

Greetings, Grand Protector!

From then on, the Dangjian Sect completely changed its banner. To suit the establishment of the new sect, it was renamed the New Sword Sect. Yi Feng became the first-generation Sect Master and promulgated entirely new sect laws. From the several elders at the top to the dozens of disciples at the bottom, no one was allowed to overstep them.

Only the Grand Protector was exempt from following any sect rules or commandments.

In just a few days, the New Sword Sect shed its former bandit-like atmosphere and gradually took on the proper demeanor of a true cultivation sect. At the same time, the unreasonable old practice of collecting monthly silver was abolished, winning the love and respect of the commoners within a radius of dozens of miles.

Coupled with rumors that the new Sect Master possessed profound cultivation and that the Grand Protector was terrifyingly powerful, it naturally attracted many people who came out of admiration to join the sect.

In less than half a month.

The New Sword Sect radiated a brand-new brilliance, truly living up to its name. With over a hundred disciples under its wing, its prosperity far surpassed the past.