Am I the Pro

As Yi Feng spoke, the entire hall suddenly fell into stunned silence.

The Moon God Pavilion Master slowly set down his wine cup, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Heh."

"Elder Yi, as the saying goes, 'True masters conceal their prowess.' I understand this principle well. But we are family here. If you continue to hide your abilities, it would be too distant of you, wouldn’t it?"

Yi Feng grew even more confused.

"What am I hiding…?"

Elders Li and Wang also turned their puzzled gazes toward him, their brows slightly furrowed.

The Moon God Pavilion Master, however, only smiled more deeply, his eyes fixed on Yi Feng beside him.

"Elder Yi, you… are far too modest!"

"Now, across tens of thousands of miles in the Western Reaches, everyone knows of your group’s deeds—slaying Tu Daofang, annihilating the Ten Great Elders, and causing the Red Sky Sect to collapse overnight! Such a feat has already spread across half of the Southern Sky Domain!"

"Surely, you wouldn’t keep this from your own people? That would be far too unkind."

As his words fell,

Yi Feng’s eyes widened in shock!

What the hell?

Killed Tu Daofang…

And wiped out the Ten Great Elders?

His reputation had spread across most of the Southern Sky Domain?

Since when did he do something so legendary?!

The two elders standing rigidly nearby were equally thunderstruck, their eyes bulging as they stared at Yi Feng, their minds reeling in disbelief.

Watching the trio’s equally baffled expressions—each performance nearing the pinnacle of acting—

The Moon God Pavilion Master smirked knowingly, stroking his beard as he surveyed the crowd.

"Look at this! Even now, Elder Yi remains so humble. Such indifference to worldly fame, such noble virtue—this is the mark of a true prodigy of our Moon God Pavilion!"

The surrounding elders and high-ranking officials all chimed in with fervent praise!

"The Pavilion Master speaks truly! Elder Yi is the very pillar of our Moon God Pavilion!"

"Elder Yi’s humility puts us all to shame!"

"Elder Yi is a man of unparalleled talent!"

Led by the Pavilion Master, the entire hall erupted in admiration, every elder smiling and bowing in reverence, as if on the verge of prostrating themselves.

Amid the chorus of praise, Yi Feng felt as though he were floating in a dream.

His stunned expression did not escape the Pavilion Master’s notice.

With a light chuckle, the Pavilion Master revealed a look of all-knowing wisdom, then produced an ancient jade slip from his sleeve, his eyes brimming with approval.

"Elder Yi."

"At this point, you can no longer remain modest!"

"This recording of your battle has been delivered and circulated. The world knows of your exploits, and with this evidence before us, it’s time for you to come clean!"

As he spoke,

The jade slip glowed, projecting a vivid scene of combat above the banquet table—

A sword cleaving through an airship…

Figures being struck down one after another…

The airship exploding and plummeting to the ground!

Every moment was crystal clear, and the faces of Yi Feng and his companions were unmistakable.

Watching these familiar scenes unfold…

Yi Feng’s dazed expression grew even more vacant, his mind utterly blank. The two elders beside him stood frozen, their wine spilling unnoticed onto the floor.

After replaying the scene several times,

Yi Feng still couldn’t believe it—the so-called "small fry" he had casually cut down were actually the legendary Tu Daofang and the Ten Great Elders?!

"This…"

Retracing his recent memories, everything suddenly made sense.

He had slaughtered the Red Sky Sect’s leadership.

That’s why no other underlings had crossed his path since.

And that mysterious group of experts everyone had been buzzing about?

It was just him and his thirty-odd companions?!

So…

The legendary expert was himself all along?!

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning, and Yi Feng nearly cursed aloud.

Damn it!

No wonder…

No wonder he had searched high and low for days without finding a trace of these so-called experts.

He had been looking for himself all along?!

What the hell?!

No wonder there’d been no leads—who could possibly find him when he was the one they were talking about?!

Damn damn damn!

Having unraveled this colossal misunderstanding, Yi Feng’s mind was flooded with a stampede of mental expletives as he sat frozen at the table.

Meanwhile,

The two elders, finally grasping the terrifying truth of their own attacks, trembled with excitement, their hands shaking uncontrollably.

"So that’s how it is! That’s how it is!"

"No wonder our journey went so smoothly! Elder Yi’s cultivation has reached such heights that slaying Tu Daofang was but a trivial matter! How laughable that we remained oblivious!"

"Elder Yi, you truly are a master who conceals his true power!"

At this moment,

Elder Li no longer dared the slightest disrespect, his eyes filled only with awe.

Beside him, Elder Wang swelled with pride. The two old men, shrewd as they were, realized they had unknowingly latched onto an unimaginably powerful ally—and finally understood why the Moon God Pavilion had treated them with such reverence.

Overcome with emotion, they could no longer contain their excitement!

As their exclamations rang out, the entire hall rose in unison, bowing deeply.

"Elder Yi’s prowess is peerless! We are in awe!"

"Elder Yi, to share a sect with you is the greatest honor of our lives!"

"With Elder Yi guarding our Moon God Pavilion, we shall prosper for millennia!"

"That single strike of yours was truly terrifying! If I could learn even a fraction of it, I could die without regrets!"

"Such glory calls for a toast!"

…

The hall erupted in celebration, the atmosphere reaching a fever pitch!

Cheers and praises shook the grand hall as the Moon God Pavilion Master and Qing Yin Xianyun raised their cups in delight. Every high-ranking official present was alight with joy.

Yet,

Amid the jubilant chorus, Yi Feng felt each word like a stab to the heart.

Sitting stiffly, he began to question his very existence.

"Peerless prowess."

"Terrifying power."

Though these were words of praise that would flatter any man, to Yi Feng, they were nothing but bitter irony. Surrounded by elation, he felt like an outsider.

Only endless bewilderment and helplessness echoed in his heart.

While the Moon God Pavilion basked in unprecedented glory, he found the clamor unbearable, unable to share in their joy.

Rising to his feet, Yi Feng bowed solemnly, his voice tinged with melancholy.

"Pavilion Master, honored colleagues."

"Thank you for your hospitality. I have matters to attend to and must take my leave."

The hall fell silent once more.

As Yi Feng departed in solitude, the crowd exchanged puzzled glances.

Qing Yin Xianyun watched with concern, but the Pavilion Master raised a calming hand.

"Elder Yi has been through much lately, and his battle against Tu Daofang and the others must have taken its toll. We must not burden him further with our mundane formalities."

"Worry not. With Elder Yi’s temperament and cultivation, there is no cause for concern. From this day forth, no one—not even the elders—is to disturb him without reason!"

Hearing this, Qing Yin Xianyun and the others finally relaxed, their smiles returning.

The banquet’s mood gradually eased, and soon the hall buzzed with lively discussion once more. The Moon God Pavilion radiated with a jubilance never before seen—save for the tranquil solitude surrounding Yi Feng’s courtyard.

Seated alone in the quiet courtyard,

Yi Feng stared blankly into the distance, fragments of memory flashing through his mind.

Looking down at his hands, his eyes flickered with doubt.

"Everything was wrong…"

"All my assumptions were wrong."

He had thought his cultivation was passable—mediocre at best, perhaps barely reaching the Heavenly Rank.

Only now,

With the truth laid bare, did he realize he far surpassed the Heavenly Rank, his strength exceeding even his wildest imaginations.

Now,

Tu Daofang—a name that struck fear across the Southern Sky Domain—had fallen to him in a single strike.

Such overwhelming power bordered on the absurd.

And yet, Yi Feng knew full well—he hadn’t even been trying that hard.

By conservative estimates…

With his current strength, Yi Feng stood unrivaled in the Southern Li Heavenly Domain.

He no longer knew just how far he had progressed.

An unprecedented confidence swelled within him, stirring a faint thrill—yet it was accompanied by an even more palpable unease and foreboding.

He couldn’t comprehend any of it.

Why had he grown so inexplicably powerful?

Nor could he fathom why such a glaring misjudgment of his own strength had taken root in his mind.

While greater power did mean a better chance of surviving the apocalyptic calamity, it also made seeking death far more difficult. Time was running out, yet his predicament only grew more dire.

He didn’t know whether to rejoice or despair. His heart was utterly unsettled, as if he stood at a crossroads.

The distant clamor of celebration reached his ears, but Yi Feng found it nothing but noise.

Gazing blankly at the boundless sea of clouds above, he murmured in a daze,

“Just… what realm have I reached?”