The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Translator: 549690339

“Little Wolf General, something terrible has happened!” the Shape-shifting Beast had just entered the cave when it immediately began to shout in panic.

“Didn’t I tell you to go and sway those Spiritual Beasts?” Little Wolf General’s face showed some displeasure.

The Shape-shifting Beast shivered and said, “I was originally working on swaying the Spiritual Beasts of the Misty Sect, but then, I saw an Element Gathering Realm powerhouse from the Human Race.”

“What!”

Little Wolf General struggled to maintain his composure. The Element Gathering Realm? Could it be that Lord Demon General’s plan had been discovered?

“Little Wolf General need not worry, that Element Gathering Realm powerhouse is gravely injured and unconscious. Even if he wakes up, it will take quite a while before he can exert his full strength,” the Shape-shifting Beast quickly added.

“Did you find out what he’s all about?” Little Wolf General asked.

Not daring to conceal anything, the Shape-shifting Beast divulged the information it had gathered: “It’s the Third Elder of the Liuyun Sect, along with three Inner Sect Disciples at the ninth level of Qi Refinement. They’re all tough to handle.”

“Liuyun Sect… It seems they’ve come for the Demon Slaying Conference, which will definitely affect Lord Demon General’s plan,” Little Wolf General’s expression turned gloomy. “You continue to lurk around the Misty Sect. Report back immediately if there’s any important news.”

“Yes.”

The Shape-shifting Beast turned around and flew towards Misty Peak.

Inside Whitefloat City.

Ye Feng was walking down a deserted street.

Just now, after perceiving he was being tracked by something, Ye Feng used “Crisis Awareness” to foresee a bit and realized there didn’t seem to be any disaster befalling the Misty Sect, so he calmed down.

Moreover, with his exceptional skills and bravery, he deliberately came to this abandoned street, planning to lure out his stalker.

“Giggle, giggle…”

The moment Ye Feng reached the middle of the street, seductive, flirtatious laughter that made one’s body tingle sounded around him.

A warm breeze blew in, carrying the scent of a woman, even the surroundings began to change.

The previously dim street was suddenly lined with blossoming peach trees.

At the end of the street, several sultry jezebels were slowly approaching, their bodies swaying sensuously.

“My lord, come here!”

One of the women, wearing a Fox Face Mask, plucked at her pipa, pouring out her affection towards Ye Feng.

“Demon Fox?”

Ye Feng blinked.

“Oh, how can you be so rude to call me by my title, my lord! You should call me Xiao Tiantian…” the Demon Fox giggled.

“To hell with Lady Niu!”

Ye Feng leaped up, aiming a slap at those sultry jezebels.

His palm passed right through them, a “bang” shattered the pavement beneath, and the peach trees and beauties all dissipated as if they were merely illusions.

Following his instincts, Ye Feng looked towards a corner to see a shivering, red-haired fox.

“Awooo!”

The Demon Fox turned and leaped onto a rooftop, fleeing rapidly. Ye Feng also noticed several more odd little demon creatures appearing and running away with the Demon Fox.

“Ah, so it’s a group act.”

Ye Feng chased after them.

Before long, the creatures rushed into an ancient, deserted bookstore and then vanished.

Ye Feng discovered that the bookstore was in disrepair, only a few cluttered bookshelves remained, holding many old texts that were mostly illegible, uncared for who knows how long.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the sound of rapid page flipping echoed in the bookstore. Ye Feng surveyed his surroundings and saw five pieces of paper flying out from the ancient books, encircling him.

Ye Feng focused his gaze and discovered that each piece of paper depicted a warrior in armor, holding a small axe in each hand.

“Paper Warrior General, transform!”

A coy voice echoed from all directions. Following that, five streams of spiritual energy poured into the five pieces of paper. The warriors inside suddenly grew in size, bursting through and igniting the paper.

Snap!

Five paper warrior generals, one foot tall, landed on the ground and swung their little axes at Ye Feng.

“What’s this rubbish, only a foot tall? Are they going to jump up and chop at my knees?” Ye Feng blinked.

Hearing the name “Paper Warrior General,” Ye Feng had thought this was a spell capable of summoning Element Gathering Realm powerhouses.

But those paper warrior generals turned out to be so tiny and appeared fragile.

Ding!

Ye Feng stretched out a finger and pressed it against the head of one paper warrior general. It flailed its double-bladed axe wildly but couldn’t touch him.

“Our spiritual energy isn’t sufficient. A single Paper Warrior General is too weak–quick, combine!”

“Alright, alright.”

A flurry of hurried conversations erupted around the bookstore, sounding like several little brats.

“War Generals, combine!”

The next moment, a few little demons chanted an incantation.

Ye Feng watched with interest as the five paper warrior generals stacked up like Arhats, and then a puff of white fog emerged from beneath their feet, obscuring the view.

When the white fog dissipated, Ye Feng saw a paper warrior general standing before him, one meter tall and looking much more robust than before, seemingly with the cultivation level of the Qi Refinement sixth layer peak.

“Ha ha ha, our Paper Warrior General has combined, unmatched in power. You’re in for it now!” The little demons’ triumphant laughter came from around the bookstore.

“Oh, is that so?”

Ye Feng chuckled. Facing the descending axe of the paper warrior general, he simply extended two fingers and easily pinched it.

“Ah, that’s impossible!”

The little demons exclaimed in shock, but Ye Feng shook his head and, with a flick of his wrist, shattered the paper warrior general to pieces, which then dissipated into mist.

“This spell is somewhat interesting,” Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and turned to look around. He spotted a red fox tail under a bookshelf and pulled it out.

“Eek eek eek…”

The red-haired fox dangled in midair, showing a human-like expression of terror, with its four little paws flailing as if running.

“Do you intend to swipe away the air around to suffocate me?” Ye Feng joked.

“Great Immortal, spare my life, I can warm your bed for you,” the little red-haired fox pleaded urgently, squeezing out two tears and looking pitifully adorable.

Using his Spirit Eyes, Ye Feng checked and found that the little fox’s cultivation was average, at most a middle-rank Demon Soldier. Surprisingly, it could speak human language, which was quite strange.

“Where are your accomplices?” Ye Feng shook the little fox.

Thump thump thump…

A rapid succession of footsteps sounded, and four petite figures appeared.

A Haba Dog, a large toad, a pumpkin-shaped demon beast with hands and feet, and a chubby little pig, none taller than a foot.

“Great Immortal, please spare our big sister,” the four little demons lay on the ground, incessantly kowtowing, all able to speak human language, astonishing Ye Feng.

“You all are merely lower-rank and middle-rank Demon Soldiers, with the strongest among you barely at the Qi Refinement fourth-layer level. Why can you all speak human language?” Ye Feng squatted down, pinched the little pig’s ear, and asked.

“We, the Whitefloat Five Immortals, were born able to speak!” said the little pig, its voice adorably milky.

“Wait a minute, Whitefloat Five Immortals?”

Ye Feng was tickled, “None of you have reached the Element Gathering Realm, yet you dare to call yourselves immortals? By the way, where did you get that spell you used just now?”