[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god":3,"chapter-i-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god-i-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god-chapter-966":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","I Am Unaware That I Am the Peerless Martial God",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1731458,2213,"Chapter 966: The Unusual Lou Benwei","i-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god-chapter-966",966,"\u003Cp>Two days passed in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Sword-Burial Mound remained unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desolate silence unique to the Bone-Burial Ground enveloped the entire Sword-Burial Mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the golden glow of dusk could not warm this forsaken land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, in the final moments before nightfall, it seemed as though the light was making one last desperate flourish before the darkness, amplifying the sorrow and melancholy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of the Sword-Burial Mound stood a towering archway with azure pillars. On either side, wind chimes hanging from the upturned eaves tinkled crisply in the evening breeze, their ethereal chimes echoing softly in the fading sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between the eaves, a vermilion plaque bore the elegant, dragon-like characters: \"Sword-Burial Mound.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath the plaque stood a figure clad in black robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hidden within the folds of his robe, his skeletal fingers clutched a wine flask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the last rays of sunlight stretched across the ground, cascading down tens of thousands of steps, resembling a golden cloak draped over his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warm hues of dusk even softened the oppressive gloom of his black robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sword-Burial Mound,\" he murmured, his voice carrying a loneliness never heard before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's been... a hundred thousand years, hasn't it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flanking the azure pillars were the Piao family's ancestral tomb guardians. Before they could react to the sudden appearance of the black-robed man—or the dog, spirit, bear, and centipede trailing behind him—he had already stepped past them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With each stride spanning several meters, he glided forward effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, the guardians were left standing at the entrance, their eyes vacant, as if they had forgotten something.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had just happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps nothing at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guardians, too, could no longer recall what they had seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they turned back, resuming their posts, guarding this desolate land of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Lu Benwei had already entered the Sword-Burial Mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stretched an expanse of swords embedded in the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each member of the Piao family's direct lineage was buried with a single bone and a single sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bathed in the twilight, the swords gleamed with a faint golden hue, each one resembling a stalk of wheat standing tall in an autumn field.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Benwei paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept across the scene.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An endless wheat field stretched before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vast, desolate, and boundless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Generation after generation, descendants upon descendants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skeletal fingers holding the wine flask twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with a flicker of movement, he advanced, each step covering several meters, light as a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if afraid his footsteps might disturb the slumbering dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he stood before the altar at the deepest part of the Sword-Burial Mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the altar lay a solitary skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside it stood a rusted sword, its blade pitted and worn, like an elderly man on the brink of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wavering, yet unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its corroded surface, traces of blood from ages past could still faintly be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next to it stood a stone stele, inscribed with the words: \"Piao Family Ancestor—Piao Yunchu.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the bottom left corner were two smaller lines:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If water comes, we wait in the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If fire comes, we wait in the ashes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Benwei stood before the stele, silent, as if lost in memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dying sunlight bathed the tombstone in a fiery glow, stirring in him the recollection of that great conflagration a hundred thousand years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inferno that had consumed them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind him, the dog, sensing its master's uncharacteristic solemnity, dared not even breathe loudly. It could only follow obediently, its curiosity piqued as it studied the skeleton.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wondering who this person might have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the curious gazes of the dog and its companions, Lu Benwei raised his skeletal hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his fingers dangled the wine flask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle shake produced a faint sloshing sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is your favorite—General's Return,\" he said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a pull of the stopper, the rich aroma of wine instantly filled the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the dog and the others perked up at the scent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted the flask, pouring the clear liquor over the skeleton's resting place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The potent fragrance of aged wine spread through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gust of wind swept through the mound, lifting the hem of Lu Benwei's black robes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It carried the scent of wine with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The breeze brushed against the ancient sword, causing it to tremble slightly. It swept over the grave, stirring tiny grains of sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it spread across the endless expanse of the Sword-Burial Mound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was the strength of the wind or the allure of the wine, the swords embedded in the earth began to quiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mournful hums intertwined, like lamentations, like whispers of grief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the precious wine spilled upon the ground, the dog and its companions could no longer contain their curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It glanced at the skeleton, then at the wasted liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, it ventured a cautious question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss... who is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Roused from his thoughts, Lu Benwei paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he finished pouring the wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released the flask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of shattering porcelain rang out as the vessel broke into countless shards at the foot of the stele.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was an offering to the departed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A final toast to an old friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next moment, Lu Benwei raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scenery around the dog and the others shifted rapidly. The tombstone and skeleton receded into the distance, replaced by a dizzying whirl of motion—sparks flickering at the edges of their vision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a scorching heat enveloped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before them stretched a vast, cracked wasteland—the Ashen Forbidden Land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its fissured terrain stretched endlessly, like the scars of an ancient battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came an icy gale, biting into their bones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For adjacent to the Ashen Forbidden Land lay the Frozen Abyss, a realm of eternal winter spanning countless miles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the blink of an eye, Lu Benwei and his companions stood high above the Frozen Abyss, gazing down upon a world of ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon the glacier stood the armies of the divine realm—countless loyal soldiers as its ranks, a million gods and demons as its generals.\u003C\u002Fp>",1016,"2026-06-06T16:09:41.853Z",1,"novelbin.me","0ea1b81d07d1e7ac16b246820b70bfac4a9d81b93c92d331fac494c50685e60d","i-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god-chapter-967","i-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god-chapter-965",1487,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-am-unaware-that-i-am-the-peerless-martial-god-cover.jpg"]