The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

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The five little monsters looked at one another.

Ultimately, the Haba Dog asked, “Great Immortal, if we tell you the spell, can you spare our little lives of Whitefloat Five Immortals?”

“That will depend on whether the results are satisfying,” Ye Feng’s smile gradually turned sly.

The Whitefloat Five Immortals immediately looked distressed.

“The spell doesn’t have a specific grade, it’s a secret technique named “Paper Warrior”, we learned it in this bookstore,” the Red-haired Fox, as the boss, took the initiative to confess.

“Where’s the ancient tome?” Ye Feng asked.

He wanted to take the “Paper Warrior” ancient tome back to the Misty Sect, so once the disciples reached Beginner level, he could instantaneously comprehend it to the Perfect Stage.

“We burned it ourselves.”

The Red-haired Fox hurriedly added, fearing Ye Feng wouldn’t believe her, “The secret technique was originally in fragments, and after we mastered it, the fragments burned themselves.”

“Yes, yes!” The other little monsters nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that they didn’t seem to be lying, Ye Feng was somewhat speechless.

Without the ancient tome, how could he have his disciples practice?

“Right, if I recruit these little monsters into the Spirit Beast Pavilion, can I comprehend the spells they master?” Ye Feng quickly inquired with the System.

“When a spiritual beast or disciple has minor achievement in a certain spell, the Sect Leader can benefit,” the System explained.

Hearing this, Ye Feng calmed down and looked at the Whitefloat Five Immortals, “Why were you guys following me just now?”

The five little monsters were about to speak, but their stomachs rumbled loudly instead.

“Aha, I get it now!”

Ye Feng took out a fragrant roasted lamb leg from the System Space and swayed it back and forth in front of the Whitefloat Five Immortals, causing their eyes to follow and their saliva to flow onto the ground.

“Great Immortal, give us a bite to eat, please!”

“Yes, if we weren’t starving, we wouldn’t have listened to the strategist and launched an illusion attack on you.”

“Woof woof!”

Whitefloat Five Immortals were already defeated by hunger, each confessing and showing human-like expressions of embarrassment, fear, and helplessness on their faces.

“You have a strategist? Who is it?”

Ye Feng was surprised, feeling that the Whitefloat Five Immortals were quite organized. Of course, the coordination they showed earlier was also telling; no wonder they had managed to hide in Whitefloat City for so long.

“That one!”

All four little monsters pointed at the innocent-looking Haba Dog who, for the sake of the large and fragrant roasted lamb leg, was directly sold out by them.

“Pfft… Dog Head Strategist?” Ye Feng couldn’t help but burst out laughing, “Alright then, this roasted lamb leg is for you guys.”

With that, Ye Feng let go.

The big lamb leg fell down, and the Whitefloat Five Immortals immediately caught the leg, which was almost as big as themselves, their eyes filled with surprise.

“Having eaten my food, you are now my monsters. From now on, you’ll mix with me. Do you agree?” Ye Feng inquired.

“Can we eat roasted lamb legs every day?” the Red-haired Fox blinked her watery big eyes and asked.

“I want to eat buns,” the Dog Head Strategist raised a paw.

“I want to play with pretty sisters,” the little fat pig swished its short tail and grunted.

“Croak croak croak,” the Big Toad croaked three times.

“I want a patch of vegetable garden to plant myself in, to grow quickly,” said the Pumpkin Monster.

Listening to the Whitefloat Five Immortals’ increasingly outlandish requests, Ye Feng couldn’t help but lean back tactically, his eyes narrowing slightly, thinking to himself that if they kept making such bizarre demands, he would soon stew them in a pot.

“Agreed.”

However, for the secret technique “Paper Warrior General,” Ye Feng agreed to the request of the Whitefloat Five Immortals.

Watching them gather to feast on roasted lamb legs, Ye Feng simply took out buns, pickled vegetables, lamb spines, roasted meat, and more, setting up a table and enjoying the meal thoroughly.

Seizing the opportunity, Ye Feng inquired about the origins of the Whitefloat Five Immortals.

It turned out that ever since they had gained sentience, they had been living in this deserted old street, fought a few battles among themselves, found no victor, then had sworn brotherhood under the moon and proclaimed themselves the Whitefloat Five Immortals.

Since the Whitefloat Five Immortals could speak the human tongue and had learned “Paper Warrior General,” they would frequently dress the combined Paper Warrior Generals in clothes and have it go out to the streets pretending to be a child to deceive others for food and drinks.

In this way, the Whitefloat Five Immortals survived to this day.

Until this night, when they saw Ye Feng buying all sorts of delicious foods, they developed “evil intentions,” leading to the events that followed.

“Alright, you’re all full now. I’ll temporarily store you in a spiritual artifact and release you when I return to the Misty Sect,” said Ye Feng as he took out the Spirit Origin Clock and collected all of the Whitefloat Five Immortals into it.

Next, he rummaged through the bookstore but found nothing of value, so he performed a dramatic escape through the door, only dropping the door plank once he reached the street.

It was nearing midnight, the moonlight as serene as water.

The surrounding silence made Ye Feng a bit uneasy. Resting his hands behind his head, he prepared to head toward the City Lord’s Mansion but noticed another shadow on the ground.

Ye Feng’s pupils contracted as he looked up at the rooftop.

A figure in black stood on the ridge of the roof, arms crossed, with only a pair of sharp, knife-like eyes revealed.

Ye Feng asked, “Who are you?”

“Hand over those little monsters, and I’ll spare your life,” the figure in black replied hoarsely, evidently disguising their voice to avoid being recognized.

“They are mine,” Ye Feng stated.

“Then prepare to die!”

The figure in black leaped down, pulling out their gleaming longsword from their waist, and unleashed a bright blade light that stretched for five meters.

“It’s the Ground Slash!”

Ye Feng recognized this First Grade Spell that had reached the Perfect Stage.

He remembered that a few days ago at the Zhou family banquet, Deputy Commander Zhou Jiacai had used this spell, cleaving the vines of the Centennial Tree Demon with its immense power.

“Are you Zhou Jiacai?” Ye Feng exclaimed, his feet stamping hard on the ground as he dodged the strike.

Boom!

The ground was split open by a trench half a meter deep, with stones flying everywhere.

Taking the opportunity, Ye Feng stomped on the ground again and shot up like a flying sword, tore off the black-clothed person’s mask, and saw a completely unfamiliar face.

“You’re not Zhou Jiacai…who exactly are you?” Ye Feng, hovering in midair, spun around sharply and pointed at the figure in black, demanding an answer.

But the figure in black did not respond, instead jumping to a higher place and unleashing another “Ground Slash.”

As Ye Feng was in the air with nowhere to leverage himself, he could only cross his arms in front to block the approaching blade light, which cut into his arms and threw him to the ground with force.

A cut appeared on Ye Feng’s arm, and although it bled, it didn’t even slice through the true skin. Perhaps if he fought a bit longer with the black-clothed person, the wound might even heal on its own.

“How is this possible?”

The black-clothed person was shocked, as the scenario they imagined of Ye Feng being split in half by a single strike did not occur, leaving only a superficial injury.

“Now’s my chance!”

Ye Feng had waited for this moment and quickly hurled the teacup-sized Spirit Origin Clock.

The black-clothed person couldn’t dodge in time and had to use the Spirit Blade Longsword to block, then was sent flying and let out the sound of bones breaking.

The black-clothed person tumbled to the ground, didn’t even care for their chipped Spirit Blade Longsword, and ran off, stumbling and rolling.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Ye Feng wasn’t about to leave lingering troubles, so he picked up the Spirit Origin Clock and gave chase.