The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Translator: 549690339

“How do you feel?”

Ye Feng asked Mo Ying, curious about the actual changes since she had mastered the auxiliary cultivation method.

After examining her Qi Sea internally, Mo Ying replied after a moment:

“There’s a new disc-shaped Qi Vortex on top of my main Qi Sea, it’s one third the size of the main Qi Sea. The Qi of the main Qi Sea will be exhausted before the Second Qi Sea’s Qi starts to be consumed.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng nodded, observed Mo Ying with his Spirit Eyes, and found that the intensity of her spiritual light was no different from before she practiced “Second Qi Sea”.

This meant that “Second Qi Sea” came with a concealment effect, no need to fear others discovering the existence of the Second Qi Sea, thus greatly reducing the risk of exposing this cultivation technique.

“Not bad at all, truly worthy of being a System-produced auxiliary cultivation method,” Ye Feng silently praised.

At this moment, the other disciples were still cultivating.

Seeing this, Ye Feng took out the cooked dishes he bought last night, reheated them, set them on the dining table, and propped his chin with his hands, restlessly waiting for his disciples to come and eat.

Meanwhile, at the peak of Misty Peak.

The Shape-shifting Beast turned into a human form, donned a cloak, and floated half a foot above the ground towards the newly built log-colored gate of the Misty Sect.

“I refuse to believe that in human form I can’t get close to Misty Sect’s few Spiritual Beasts,” the Shape-shifting Beast muttered to itself in frustration.

“Rawr!”

Brother Flathead, posed as an Entrance Guardian at the door, spotted the disguised Shape-shifting Beast and thought this person was suspicious, obviously here to pick a fight, as his eyes immediately lit up with anticipation.

Ever since Ye Feng had taken him in as the Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast for Misty Sect, he had no chance to fight and was close to rusting away from all the sleeping.

Now, seeing the Shape-shifting Beast, Brother Flathead sprang up, excitedly waved his paws, and pounced.

“You beast, I am a guest, how dare you attack me!” the Shape-shifting Beast panicked inside yet shouted loudly, trying to appear as a hermit expert, “Hey, don’t bite, are you a dog or something?”

However, Brother Flathead was not listening to the Shape-shifting Beast’s words, and immediately bit down.

The Shape-shifting Beast, frightened, flew into the air, so it only got the hem of the cloak bitten, but that was also a part of its body, and the bite hurt like a drilling pain.

Regardless, Brother Flathead exuded a powerful demon aura that suppressed the Shape-shifting Beast, preventing it from turning into mist to escape.

Thus, the Shape-shifting Beast could only run back and forth on the grass, trying to shake off Brother Flathead, but the faster it ran, the more violently it was torn, causing it to howl in agony.

“What’s going on?”

Hearing the screams, Ye Feng quickly ran outside and saw Brother Flathead dragging a mysterious person in a black cloak by the hem of their garment, running back and forth across the grass at the peak.

“It’s just a piece of hem, why scream so miserably?” Ye Feng was clueless.

Upon seeing someone approaching, the Shape-shifting Beast urgently cried out, “Quick, pull it off me!”

“Hold on!”

Ye Feng stepped forward, grabbed Brother Flathead’s hind legs, and pulled hard.

“Rrip” went the cloth.

The hem of the Shape-shifting Beast’s cloak was torn apart, and it lay on the ground howling as if it had lost a piece of flesh.

“It’s just a tore hem, is it worth being this distressed about?” Ye Feng curled his lip.

To Ye Feng, the Shape-shifting Beast’s reaction seemed like the cloaked person was so poor that they felt the pain of losing flesh when a piece of their cloak was torn.

As for the Shape-shifting Beast, hearing Ye Feng’s words, felt like it took a hundred times the hit in its heart.

“Damn it, that’s an extension of my body, what do you know!” the Shape-shifting Beast complained in its mind, but it dared not to say it out loud.

Ye Feng patted Brother Flathead, signalling him to hold back, and then asked the Shape-shifting Beast, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”

“I…” The Shape-shifting Beast rubbed its cloak’s hem painfully. “I am the leader of the Five-Colors City Heirobe Association, here to pay a visit. However, it seems Misty Sect does not understand how to treat guests properly, so I will take my leave!”

The Shape-shifting Beast dared not stay any longer.

Otherwise, it might very well expose itself.

Having said that, the Shape-shifting Beast turned and ran, and moments later disappeared into the bushes on the mountain, vanishing without a trace.

“What the heck?”

Ye Feng watched the direction in which the Shape-shifting Beast had disappeared, completely baffled.

Five-Colors City?

Ye Feng took out the map he had purchased last night in Whitefloat City and found that Five-Colors City was located fifty miles to the southeast of Whitefloat City, about the same size as Beacon Fire City.

As for the “Black Robe Association”, Ye Feng had never heard of it before.

“They probably heard that I’m not too bad at teaching spells, so they’ve come to ask for guidance, I guess?” Ye Feng didn’t take it seriously, put away the map, and prepared to head back to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

“Wow-hoo!” Brother Flathead shouted.

Through the Spirit Beast Pavilion’s connection, Ye Feng knew that Brother Flathead was eager for a fight, so he said, “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.”

Hearing this, Brother Flathead lay down bored in front of the door, resting his chin on his two front paws, and fell asleep.

Ye Feng glanced at the sky and found that the dusk at Misty Peak was beautiful; with the afterglow of the setting sun scattering down, the mountaintop seemed to be painted with a reddish hue, which was rather aesthetically pleasing.

That night.

The disciples were still diligently practicing “Second Qi Sea”.

Since this auxiliary cultivation method only had the upper volume available for now, and with Ye Feng personally instructing them, the disciples progressed quickly and had all mastered it before bedtime.

However, besides feeling that his power had become more enduring, Ye Feng did not notice any other amplifying effects.

The next morning.

Ye Feng got up early, ready to greet the morning glow with a set of Taiji, but he found that Xin Guangxuan was piloting a flying boat, coming over with Zhou Jiacai.

“Sect Master Ye, if you’re free today, how about accompanying me to the Black Armored Guard’s camp?” Zhou Jiacai stated his purpose before even landing.

Ye Feng noticed that Zhou Jiacai was standing upright, both legs intact, and his build also differed greatly from the black-clothed man from that day, which confirmed that he was not the black-clothed man, so he asked:

“I happen to be free today, but may I venture to ask, how many in Whitefloat City can use “Ground Slash” at the ninth level of Qi Refinement?”

Zhou Jiacai and Xin Guangxuan were both taken aback, not understanding why Ye Feng suddenly asked this.

Despite the confusion, Zhou Jiacai answered:

“To my knowledge, everyone who uses a sword likes to practice “Ground Slash”. As for those in Whitefloat City who fit the description you mentioned, it seems to be just the Sect Leader of Heixuan Gate, and a few Elders of the Tyrant Blade Sect.”

“Oh!”

Ye Feng nodded, speculating that the black-clothed man was most likely the Sect Leader of Heixuan Gate.

But Ye Feng didn’t understand why the man would wipe out all the disciples of Heixuan Gate.

They were his own disciples, after all!

Could it be that he didn’t feel any heartache?

“I almost forgot to mention, the night before last, Heixuan Gate was wiped out except for a single survivor. It’s said that the Sect Leader of Heixuan Gate was the main culprit, and moreover, that night there also appeared a mysterious strong man who severed the Sect Leader of Heixuan Gate’s legs and thwarted his scheming plot,” Zhou Jiacai spoke and then, suddenly looking at Ye Feng with widened eyes.

Xin Guangxuan also turned to look.

“Sect Master Ye, are you that mysterious person who acted?” Zhou Jiacai suddenly asked in a serious tone.

That particular night, Ye Feng happened to be in Whitefloat City, and his strength matched up as well. Coupled with the sudden inquiry from Ye Feng, it wasn’t difficult to speculate.

“Cough cough… this has nothing to do with me!”

Ye Feng quickly denied.