The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Brother Flathead was dumbfounded.

It would never have imagined that its opponent would start with a sliding tackle, sending it flying into the air.

Then, Ye Feng bent his knees and waist, using all his strength to leap up, punching Brother Flathead with the force of his charge and sending it shooting up dozens of meters into the sky.

When it fell back down, Ye Feng repeated his previous actions, punching Brother Flathead up into the air over and over again.

In the end, Brother Flathead saw stars and lay sprawled on the ground in all directions.

However, its life force was still very stable; it was simply knocked unconscious and wouldn’t die anytime soon.

“It’s not dead yet?”

Ye Feng was speechless.

It’s no wonder everyone says not to mess with Brother Flathead, firstly because this kind of creature fears neither heaven nor earth, and secondly because their vitality is so tenacious that they are tough to kill.

Left with no choice, Ye Feng grabbed Brother Flathead by the tail and tossed it more than a hundred meters away, into a river at the base of the mountain, to be carried downstream.

“Now that’s much better.”

Ye Feng washed his hands clean, went back to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall, and fell fast asleep.

He was completely unaware of a figure sitting cross-legged on the roof, shocked behind the black veil on her face.

Mo Ying could not sleep.

So she went up to the roof to enjoy the cool air, just in time to witness the entire process of Ye Feng beating Brother Flathead.

“Isn’t his physique way too strong?”

“Could he be the one-in-a-million body cultivator?”

“To beat a High-rank Demon Soldier Level demon beast, on par with the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, to such a state, has his physical strength reached the Element Gathering Realm already?”

“If the Sect Leader has the strength comparable to someone in the Element Gathering Realm, it would be enough to establish a High Ranked Sect…”

Mo Ying thought about it and couldn’t calm her mood.

She realized that the Misty Sect was anything but simple.

“No wonder that young lady asked me to come here in hiding; it seems she knows some secrets.”

Mo Ying frowned slightly, leaped off the rooftop, and silently returned to her bedroom.

The next morning dawned.

Ye Feng stretched lazily and opened his eyes.

Since he had given Brother Flathead a beating last night, it dared not attack the whole night, allowing Ye Feng to sleep well.

After getting up, Ye Feng went to the courtyard.

Shi Lei and Huo Yunjie were already practicing their spells, aiming to perfect “Fire Cloud Palm”, “Wind Spirit Step”, and “Iron Shield Technique.”

Li Jiaojiao was busy in the kitchen.

Mo Ying sat cross-legged on the roof, forming a sword gesture with her hand, controlling the Breeze-riding Sword with her own breath, and practicing the First Grade Spell “Glittering Sword Qi”.

The Little White Fox lay on the table, still sleeping soundly.

“Sect Leader, good morning!”

Long Tianxing, carrying a bucket of water, walked from the backyard and greeted Ye Feng with a bright smile upon seeing him.

“You all got up pretty early!”

Ye Feng nodded and walked toward the backyard.

Misty Peak was about seven hundred meters tall. The summit was roughly a few dozen meters in diameter with fairly flat terrain. In the backyard, there was a rock protruding several meters with a spring underneath that satisfied the daily water needs of the Misty Sect.

After washing up, Ye Feng realized breakfast wasn’t ready yet.

He walked outside the door, looking down below.

To the west about a dozen miles lay the bustling Whitefloat City. Starting from the eastern city gate, a winding stone path passed right through the base of Misty Peak and led to other cities.

“Living high up does make for a broader view.”

Ye Feng did some light exercise and was about to go back to eat breakfast when he noticed a fight seemed to be taking place on the stone path at the foot of the mountain.

After activating his Spirit Eyes, Ye Feng’s vision became very good.

With just one glance, he could see it was a pack of wolf-like demonic beasts attacking a convoy. It appeared to be a merchant group traveling from other cities to Whitefloat City.

“Come and have a look!”

Ye Feng called out.

“Sect Master Uncle, what’s wrong?”

The others were startled by Ye Feng’s call and hurriedly ran out, looking in the direction Ye Feng was pointing.

“It’s demon beasts!”

Mo Ying channeled spiritual energy into her eyes, greatly enhancing her vision to see the battle at the foot of the mountain clearly.

“There are five demonic beasts in total, all Netherworld Wolves, with four at the Middle-Rank Demon Soldier Level, equivalent to the Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement, and one at the High-rank Demon Soldier Level, with unclear specific strength,”

“As for that merchant convoy, there are about fifteen people, with five of them severely injured and lying on the ground, the rest are resisting, and the strongest one is at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement but has been injured.”

Mo Ying immediately reported the situation.

“Sect Master Uncle, should we go and save them?”

Li Jiaojiao hastily asked.

The other disciples all looked towards Ye Feng with an anxious gaze that seemed to say, Sect Leader, save them!

Ye Feng was caught in a dilemma.

He wasn’t sure whether the merchant convoy was worth saving. After all, you can’t judge a person’s heart by their face; who knows if they were good or bad.

He wouldn’t forget the story of The Farmer and the Viper.

But before Ye Feng could think further, he heard the relentless roar of Brother Flathead coming from the path up the mountain.

The next moment, Brother Flathead leaped onto Misty Peak, stood upright, and charged angrily towards the group.

The disciples were immediately startled.

“Such a tenacious life force!”

Mo Ying was the most surprised.

She had seen Ye Feng beat up Brother Flathead many times. If it were any other High-rank Demon Soldier Level Monster Beast, it would have been dead by now.

Yet, Brother Flathead was still full of vigor.

“You dare to come back?”

Ye Feng was utterly speechless, “Everyone, don’t panic, watch me teach it a lesson!”

He charged forward in a sprint.

Brother Flathead had learned his lesson and feared another sliding tackle from Ye Feng, so it immediately lay prone on the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Feng leaped over Brother Flathead, grabbed its tail, and spun it around like a windmill in mid-air for over a dozen revolutions before throwing it with all his might.

By coincidence, the place where Brother Flathead landed was exactly the spot where the merchant convoy was located.

“That was a mistake!”

Ye Feng’s eyes widened.

At this moment, on the ground.

Five wolf-like demonic beasts were surrounding the merchant convoy of just over a dozen people, their eyes filled with ferocity.

“Everyone form a circle and protect the injured,”

a burly man with an injured left arm commanded while holding a chipped long knife, gasping for breath with tiger-like vigilance in his eyes.

This man was Wang Dachui, the captain of the convoy’s guard squad.

Behind him were two horse-drawn carriages, from the front one came the sound of hurried breathing.

Clearly, there were people sitting inside.

“Brother Dachui, these are Netherworld Wolves, fierce and brutal, I’m afraid we won’t be able to hold them off much longer,” a young man covered in wounds said weakly.

“Whitefloat City is only tens of miles away from here, and there are quite a few cultivation sects around. As long as we hold on, there is definitely still hope!” Captain Wang Dachui roared.

“Defense circle!”

Wang Dachui shouted.

The remaining ten guards with fighting strength quickly circulated their spiritual energy and congealed a semi-transparent rock wall in front of them, forming a defense circle.

At a distance of ten meters away from them was the encirclement of the five Netherworld Wolves.

The leader, radiating ghostly light and cold light in its eyes, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth.

“Woo-woo!”

The alpha wolf howled, and one of the thinner Netherworld Wolves leaped up, about to jump onto the roof of the carriage at the center of the defense circle.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

A black and white figure descended from the sky, landing perfectly on the Netherworld Wolf that had leaped up.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

Brother Flathead made a grand entrance, sitting on the Netherworld Wolf and causing it to convulse and spit out blood.

This unexpected turn of events shocked everyone present and also subdued the remaining four Netherworld Wolves.