The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

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“Vice Commander Zhang, are you saying that, apart from the missing Sect Leader, all dozens of our Heixuan Gate members have perished, leaving me as the sole survivor?”

Li Hanshao took some time to sort out the events that had unfolded before him, then finally asked the soul-searching question.

“Correct, and moreover, we have reason to suspect that your Heixuan Gate Sect Leader colluded with the Demon Race, causing the death of the other disciples. Young man, bear the sorrow and move on.”

Vice Commander Zhang patted Li Hanshao’s shoulder again, left four Black Armored Guards to keep watch over Heixuan Gate, and led the others to the City Lord’s Mansion to report overnight.

The destruction of a middle-rank sect was something he, as the Deputy Commander of the southern district of the city, could not take lightly.

Ye Feng ran all the way and finally returned to the City Lord’s Mansion by midnight.

Xin Guangxuan was meditating on the flying boat when he heard the noise. He looked at Ye Feng, whose clothes were in disarray, and asked in a hushed voice, “Sect Master Ye, why are you returning so late? You haven’t been out enjoying yourself in Goulan, have you?”

“Pah pah pah!” Ye Feng waved his hands dismissively, his face reddening, “Do I look like that kind of person?”

“Well… that’s hard to say,” Xin Guangxuan shook his head.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng pursed his lips, thinking to himself that although Xin Guangxuan appeared dignified, he was somewhat frivolous. However, it was precisely for this reason that Ye Feng found him to be friend material.

Double-faced people were what he liked the least.

Someone like Xin Guangxuan, who could banter openly, was actually not bad.

“Sect Master Ye, let me give you a ride!”

Xin Guangxuan suddenly became serious and made a series of hand gestures, causing the flying boat to lift off.

Ye Feng didn’t hesitate and jumped onto the flying boat.

After tonight’s battle, Ye Feng was even more worried about the safety of the Misty Sect disciples.

Soon, Ye Feng returned to the peak of Misty Peak and found Mo Ying standing guard alone on the rooftop.

When Mo Ying saw Ye Feng return, she jumped down from the rooftop and went back to her room number four to rest.

“Tsk tsk, it seems that your sect disciples care a lot about Sect Master Ye, waiting bitterly until the late hours,” Xin Guangxuan said to Ye Feng with a teasing glance.

“Go away!”

Ye Feng “shooed” Xin Guangxuan away, took a bath in the bathhouse to wash off the dust, and then returned to his room to place his spoils of war on the ground.

A long saber, a short sword, and several flags with their poles broken in the middle, all of them were lower-grade spiritual artifacts.

“Although there was some danger tonight, the gain was substantial. Adding the five spiritual artifacts obtained from slaying five bandits by Fenhuo River, once sold, they will fetch at least a thousand spirit stones.”

At the thought, Ye Feng was so excited that he couldn’t sleep all night.

Whitefloat City, a hidden underground chamber.

The man in black with both legs severed lay on the ground, clutching his wounds, continuously howling in pain.

An elder stood beside the man in black, frowning his sparse white eyebrows, musing, “Not even trapped by the Four Spirits Sword Array, and his physique is extremely strong… sounds a lot like the man Little Wolf General mentioned, doesn’t it?”

The man in black swallowed a pain-relieving elixir and said, “His physique is indeed terrifying, but whether he is the person Little Wolf General mentioned, I am not certain.”

“Never mind who that person is for now. Tonight, due to the absence of those five little demons’ spirit blood, the blood sacrifice has failed, and we cannot refine the ‘Blood Spirit Pill’ required by Lord Demon General. You’d better think about how to explain it to Little Wolf General!” After saying this, the elder with white eyebrows left.

“It was about to succeed, then out of nowhere comes this ruthless person?” The man in black glared in the direction where the elder with white eyebrows had left, his face full of frustration as he roared angrily.

City Lord’s Mansion.

Vice Commander Zhang knelt on one knee, reporting the situation seriously to the Deputy City Lord inside the room:

“Heixuan Gate’s Sect Leader set up a formation, and all disciples, other than Li Hanshao, were sacrificed in blood. However, it seems that the formation was broken by a mysterious person.”

“Furthermore, the Heixuan Gate Sect Leader’s legs were severed, and he is most likely crippled. However, I believe there’s still someone behind the scenes hiding within the city.”

After finishing, Vice Commander Zhang lowered his head in silence.

The Deputy City Lord’s hoarse voice soon came from the room, “Thoroughly investigate this matter, and report immediately if there is any news!”

“Yes,” Vice Commander Zhang hesitated for a moment, “Deputy City Lord, Heixuan Gate is down to its last heir, what should we do?”

“I, the City Lord, will arrange for someone to handle it—go back now!”

“This subordinate understands, I take my leave.”

Atop Misty Peak.

The Shape-shifting Beast had been pretending to be a giant white ant nearby, surveilling the entire Misty Sect.

The following morning.

Before daybreak, Ye Feng had already gotten up and stood in the backyard shouting loudly, “Gather at the Sect Leader’s Great Hall!”

Soon after, ten disciples walked into the Sect Leader’s Great Hall, taking their seats, each of them bleary-eyed.

“Tap tap,” two sounds.

Ye Feng placed two jade vials on the table.

“Here are fifteen Cultivation Qi Pills, ten of lower grade and five of middle grade, all for you to enhance your cultivation levels. Each person gets one lower grade pill, and the middle grade pills will temporarily be given to the top five disciples with the highest cultivation.”

“Also, I have a lower grade defense Spiritual Artifact, the Mysterious Turtle Shield, if anyone’s interested?”

Ye Feng added, placing the Mysterious Turtle Shield he had purchased from Wuxuan Pavilion on the table.

The disciples sat in their chairs, listening to Ye Feng’s words. Apart from Mo Ying, everyone else looked up in surprise, eyes filled with amazement.

So many elixirs, and even a lower grade Spiritual Artifact—could it be another legacy left by the Old Sect Leader?

Ye Feng saw the strange expressions on the disciples’ faces and said, “Stop guessing—the lower grade Cultivation Qi Pills and the Mysterious Turtle Shield were bought by me and Mo Ying from Beacon Fire City yesterday. The middle grade Qi Pills were a gift from the Deputy City Lord.”

Upon hearing this, the disciples’ eyes lit up.

“So, our Misty Sect has money now!” Shi Lei said with a look of happiness.

“With the help of the Cultivation Qi Pills, I can reach the fifth level of Qi Refinement today,” Li Jiaojiao said joyfully.

The other disciples were also very happy.

Long Tianxing blinked and said, “Sect Leader, when you and our Fourth Senior Sister left yesterday, could it be that you went to sell those things in Beacon Fire City?”

“What things?” the other disciples asked, puzzled.

Ye Feng looked around, seeing that there were no outsiders, he explained, “In fact, some indescribable things happened near the timber yard in Lin Village that day…”

Ye Feng lowered his voice and recounted eliminating Zhao Dajiang, the Tree Demon, and the Croc-Chicken Beast.

The disciples listened in astonishment, finally understanding that the sect had stumbled upon a fortune. They also conceived of a way to earn Spirit Stones from this affair.

That was: slaying demons!

“Alright, hurry and cultivate with the elixirs. In the future, I will surely take you out to… oh no, I mean for training!” Ye Feng misspoke and swiftly corrected himself.

Outside the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

The Shape-shifting Beast, now a moth, came to the side of Brother Flathead, who was lying by the door, attempting to turn him.

But in the next moment, Brother Flathead sneezed, sending the Shape-shifting Beast flying dozens of meters away.

As a result, the Shape-shifting Beast just happened to miss the entirety of the conversation inside the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

While the disciples were diligently cultivating, Ye Feng stood by them like a bodyguard, acting as their protector.

The stronger his disciples were, the stronger he was.

Therefore, helping his disciples improve their cultivation levels was, aside from system tasks, the most important thing for Ye Feng.