I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God

Chapter 1535: The Dust Settles

The entire planet had returned to its former peace.

Although Yi Feng had resurrected many people and eradicated the cancer that was Supreme Red Moon, the various planets had long been left devastated by the many years of war.

The painful aftermath of the great war continued.

Various buildings, facilities, and farmlands had been destroyed overnight.

Many of the affected humans were left homeless and starving.

However, the prolonged oppression did not tear the people apart; instead, it taught them to support one another and strengthened their trust in those around them.

Humanity began to help each other, starting to rebuild their homes in an organized and planned manner.

From then on, humanity entered an unprecedented era of unity.

Through day after day of construction and cultivation, people's lives gradually got back on track and began to flourish.

Shadow Island.

Inside a massive conference room in a newly constructed building.

Yi Feng sat at the head seat.

He looked at the crowd before him with a gentle expression.

Yun Yaoyao stood behind Yi Feng as always, like a competent little secretary.

Lu Qingshan, Lu Dasheng, Qing Huanxiang, Ye Bei, and many others all stood respectfully on both sides of the conference room.

They looked like soldiers waiting for their commander's inspection, standing perfectly straight, their eyes filled with awe, none daring to look Yi Feng directly in the eye.

Before this, they had never known exactly what cultivation level or identity Yi Feng possessed.

Now, they finally knew.

But precisely because they knew his identity and cultivation, when they saw Yi Feng again, they had lost their former casualness.

It was replaced by reverence and humility toward him.

This made Yi Feng a bit unaccustomed.

He didn't put on any airs, simply smiling modestly.

In Yi Feng's eyes, these people, just like Yun Yaoyao, were his old friends.

"Old Qing, how have you been recently? Have you found any good fishing spots?"

Yi Feng's words left Qing Huanxiang deeply flattered.

"Yes, sir. I got a map and marked the locations of the fish shoals on it."

"That's wonderful! Take me with you next time!"

"Yes, sir!"

Afterward, Yi Feng looked toward Lu Qingshan.

He asked with concern, "How is your Qingshan Sect developing now?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. The Qingshan Sect has recently recruited many disciples and has already begun expanding."

Hearing this, Yi Feng nodded in satisfaction.

"Once everyone is done with this busy period, let's get some side dishes and share a few drinks."

The crowd nodded in agreement one after another.

They never expected that upon reuniting, the sir would actually ask such questions.

Yi Feng's approachability made everyone feel as if they had returned to the past.

The atmosphere in the conference room instantly softened a lot, becoming relaxed and no longer as stiff as before.

Yi Feng smiled faintly and continued, "When the time comes, Lu Qingshan and Wu Yonghong, you two better not get diarrhea halfway through again."

Recalling the past, everyone couldn't help but chuckle. The atmosphere became even lighter than before, as if instantly pulling everyone back to the old days in Pingjiang City.

Yi Feng then looked at Lu Dasheng and teased, "Also, Lu Dasheng, although you have walked your own path, there's no need to carry two buckets of dung on your shoulders all the time. It really ruins the air quality."

Lu Dasheng's old face flushed red at Yi Feng's words.

The crowd burst into laughter and began to playfully tease Lu Dasheng one by one.

Lu Dasheng wasn't angry; instead, he laughed heartily and good-naturedly. He also hadn't expected that the sir would still be able to call out his name.

Under such an atmosphere, everyone gradually let go of their reservations and began chatting and laughing.

They all felt that Yi Feng was still the approachable sir from before.

Yi Feng smiled softly.

Even though he wasn't the same person he was before, he truly missed the days he spent with everyone in the past.

This casual chatting lasted for more than half an hour before the crowd withdrew one by one.

The work of rebuilding and development was still ongoing, allowing them no time to slack off.

In the room, Yun Yaoyao still stood behind Yi Feng, holding her sword box, motionless.

Yi Feng gestured for Yun Yaoyao to sit.

Yun Yaoyao obediently sat down beside Yi Feng.

Yi Feng said gently, "Yaoyao, after all these years, you should also go see your old friends and check on your juniors. Go relax a bit; you don't need to follow me around all day."

Yun Yaoyao looked hesitant.

Yi Feng urged her again, "Go on. If there's anything I need you to handle, I will call for you."

Hearing this, Yun Yaoyao no longer hesitated.

She stood up, bowed politely to Yi Feng, and said, "If Master has any orders, just let me know."

Following behind Yi Feng seemed to have become a habit for the Nine Heavens Sword Maiden.

Suddenly leaving Yi Feng's side felt a bit unfamiliar, but she really did need to go see those old friends and juniors.

Yi Feng nodded to her gently in acknowledgment.

Having spent so much time alone together, the two had long developed a mutual understanding, and many things could be left unsaid.

After everyone had left the conference room, Yi Feng said calmly, "Come out!"

"Swoosh—"

A longsword abruptly darted out from the void.

It hovered upright in front of Yi Feng and spoke in a human voice.

"Ding—The host has a new quest!"

Hearing this, Yi Feng rolled his eyes at the longsword in exasperation.

This sword was originally Yi Feng's natal sword.

Back then, before Yi Feng set up his grand scheme, the first step was to have this sword transform into a system to follow him, acting as a memo and an alarm clock.

The purpose was to remind Yi Feng of what he needed to do at critical moments during his self-sealing process.

Even though Supreme Red Moon had been obliterated by a single thought from Yi Feng, the struggles over these countless years had been fraught with danger.

Regardless of how much the system ultimately helped him, taking precautions beforehand was absolutely necessary.

Now that Supreme Red Moon had fallen, the system had also returned to Yi Feng's main body.

Therefore, this sword had fulfilled its destined mission.

Although it was just a sword, it had followed Yi Feng for thousands of years, and Yi Feng harbored deep affection for it.

Yi Feng was very grateful to this old friend.

"You've worked hard all these years. If you want to play, go ahead and play, but remember, don't cause any trouble."

The longsword began to vibrate violently, emitting a crisp ding-ding-ding sound.

It acted just like a child, appearing extremely happy and thrilled.

"Swoosh—"

The longsword instantly merged into the void, disappearing without a trace.

Yi Feng turned his chair, smiling like an old father as he faced the floor-to-ceiling window and gazed into the distance.

A wave of curiosity couldn't help but well up in his heart.

Those three guys still hadn't shown up, and he wondered what they had gone off to do.

With a thought, his divine sense instantly enveloped the entire world.

However, Yi Feng did not find any trace of those three guys.

In other words, these three guys were not currently in Yi Feng's world.

Yi Feng shook his head, looking slightly speechless, and sighed helplessly, "Sigh, heaven knows what those three are up to again..."

Yi Feng didn't bother with them.

Anyway, with the strength of those three, they would be perfectly safe no matter where they went.

Subsequently, his expression slowly turned serious again.

He stood up thoughtfully.

Right now, there were still some matters he needed to handle personally.

Ever since he refined this world, he was capable of resurrecting all the humans who had sacrificed their lives.

However.

He was powerless to do anything for those who had died before he refined this world.

Thus, some people were truly gone forever.

This was especially true for those lost in the tragic battle in the starry sky a hundred thousand years ago, a battle fought to mislead the Supreme Red Moon...

In that clash, many of Yi Feng's followers had sacrificed themselves. Only a small fraction survived, heavily injured and lingering at death's door, eking out a meager existence in some forgotten corner of the world.

Some of them left behind descendants, while others left nothing at all...

Regardless.

Yi Feng felt he had an obligation to do something for them.