The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The Divine Wind Sword Sect was a forest of geniuses, where even Outer Sect Disciples had reached the sixth level of Qi Refinement, and as for the Inner Sect, one needed to reach the ninth level of Qi Refinement.

Baixue Ding’s ancestor was an Inner Sect Disciple.

Above the Inner Sect Disciples were the True Disciples of the Element Gathering Realm.

Baixue Ding had heard that the Divine Wind Sword Sect currently had ten great True Disciples, whose cultivation talents had reached a supreme grade, all of them genuine top-tier geniuses.

The Divine Wind Sword Child was the foremost among the True Disciples, and the prime candidate for the next Sect Master.

It was only when the Sword Child was traveling that they could be accompanied by four maids bearing the “Divine Wind Sword Sect” insignia, in order to showcase the Sect’s elegance.

Thinking of this, Baixue Ding hastily performed a respectful salute: “Baixue Ding, the fifth-generation tower master of the Demon-locking Tower, pays respects to the esteemed Divine Wind Sword Child!”

“You recognize me, it seems the rules of the ancestors haven’t been forgotten.” The gaze of the Divine Wind Sword Child moved down, landing on Huo Yunjie, “Is that man your partner?”

Baixue Ding’s ears reddened, “Reporting to the Sword Child, this person is not my partner, but rather a fellow daoist assisting in slaying demons. His name is Huo Yunjie, from the Misty Sect of Whitefloat City.”

“So he already has a Sect…” The Divine Wind Sword Child felt a tinge of disappointment.

She had personally witnessed Huo Yunjie’s Sword Drawing Technique and thought him to be a promising talent. She had intended to bring him back to the Divine Wind Sword Sect to nurture him as a confidant of the future. However, it turned out that Huo Yunjie already belonged to his own Sect.

“Cough cough cough…”

At this moment, Huo Yunjie coughed, attempting to stand up only to find that the overexertion from using the Sword Drawing Technique had caused a backlash, leaving his body sore and in pain. Even though his injuries were no longer worsening, he would still need to lie down for a good ten days to half a month.

“Thank you for saving my life, Sword Child. I am Huo Yunjie from the Misty Sect. May I know your honored name?” Huo Yunjie asked, sounding weak and breathless.

“My name is Mu Ruxue.”

The Divine Wind Sword Child revealed her true name, prompting her four maids to exchange glances, all showing surprise.

They remembered that Mu Ruxue had always been indifferent to others, and they had not expected her to reveal her true name. It seemed she believed Huo Yunjie possessed high talent and potential to reach the Element Gathering Realm in the future.

“Sword Child, the Demon-locking Tower has been destroyed by the Flying Frenzy Lizard. What should I do?” Baixue Ding asked with a worried expression.

“The Demon-locking Tower will be repaired by someone else. As for your Ding Family, you have performed your duties with utmost loyalty, and your own talent is not bad either. I offer you a spot as a prospective Inner Sect Disciple. Should you wish, you may come to the Divine Wind Sword Sect at any time.”

Mu Ruxue, the Sword Child of the Divine Wind Sword Sect, dropped a sword-shaped token into Baixue Ding’s hand with precision. Afterwards, she glanced at the remains of the Demon-locking Tower scattered in the distance, and flew towards Whitefloat City with her four maids.

“Such high cultivation!”

Huo Yunjie’s head rested on Baixue Ding’s legs, watching Mu Ruxue’s receding figure. It was the first time he had encountered such a formidable genius. She seemed to be only about twenty years old, yet she had already advanced to the Element Gathering Realm, causing him to feel reflective.

“That’s the Divine Wind Sword Child, the future Sect Master of a two-star rank Sect. Looking across the entire Southern River Basin, she’s considered one of the top-tier geniuses!” Baixue Ding gently stroked the sword-shaped token in her hand that still carried the scent of its owner, her expression complex.

Huo Yunjie laughed, “What, you don’t want to go to the Divine Wind Sword Sect?”

“I want to go, but can’t bear to leave behind the acquaintances in the old town,” Baixue Ding said, her expression a mix of emotions.

High in the sky.

The Divine Wind Sword Child, Mu Ruxue, stood with her hands behind her back, her robes billowing, like a fairy beneath the moon.

The maid wearing the jade “Divine” emblem asked, “Sword Child, why offer the Demon-locking Tower Master a prospective Inner Sect Disciple token? That woman is barely connected to the Great Elder’s lineage; doing this might incur his displeasure.”

“The Demon-locking Tower itself is a harmful contraption. Once I take my position, I will make sure to dismantle all 108 of the Demon-locking Towers our Sect has set up!”

Mu Ruxue’s mouth turned down in displeasure, “Enough, let’s hurry. We must arrive at my cousin’s place before sunrise.”

“Yes.”

The four maids bowed hastily.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng stood on the roof, noting that Huo Yunjie’s task progress had suddenly surged to one-third, muttering, “Yunjie’s task is to perfect his own Sword Drawing Technique. It looks like he has reached one-third of the way there, quite fast! As for Mo Ying… I wonder how she is doing…”

On the northern bank of Fenhuo River, within the vast expanse of Yunxiao Great Forest.

Mo Ying sat in front of a bonfire, tilting her head up to gaze at the bright moon above, revealing a rare smile.

She removed her black veil and hat, revealing her snow-white, flawless cheeks.

Admiring her reflection in a mirror, Mo Ying looked at the slightly aloof yet beautiful face within and sighed, “What a pity, only once a month, or on the night of the full moon, will my face return to its natural state. I wonder when these days will end…”

A moment later.

After enjoying the golden and crispy roast rabbit cooked over the bonfire, Mo Ying extinguished the flames with a wave of her hand, put on her veil and hat, and headed to the riverbank to wash her hands.

Suddenly, a mutated giant crocodile burst forth from the water, its jaws snapping towards Mo Ying as it emitted a chilling, foul stench from its mouth.

Rip!

Mo Ying lightly tipped her toes and easily dodged the attack, then drew her sword in a horizontal slash, cutting the Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level peak crocodile in two.

“Strange, why has my luck been so bad lately? This is already the fifteenth Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level demonic beast I’ve encountered, yet I still haven’t come across any High-rank Demon Soldier Level ones. It’s as if they are all evading me,” Mo Ying grumbled.

Mo Ying had thought that slaying a High-rank Demon Soldier Level beast would be simple; however, since her departure, she had yet to encounter even one.

Hovering a hundred meters in the air on her sword, Mo Ying looked into the distance and surprisingly found a small village in the forest. Had it not been nighttime with the village illuminated by a large and bright bonfire, it would have been very difficult to notice.

“Roar!”

Suddenly, Mo Ying heard the roar of an evil beast from the vicinity of the village, followed by the aura of a High-rank Demon Soldier Peak, and her heart leapt with joy.

“At last!” Mo Ying immediately flew towards the source.

Miles away.

Within an ancient village with a long heritage.

The people here wore beast-skin clothes and had various white animal patterns painted on their bodies, resembling creatures with tiger bodies and human faces.

In the center of the village, a huge bonfire was lit. Towering flames rose up, making the surrounding tens of meters unbearably hot.

Next to the bonfire was a high platform where a young girl was bound and gagged, tied atop the platform.

“Hoo-ha-ha!”

The beast-skin clad villagers encircled the girl, making strange calls and chanting as if summoning something.

“Roar!”

A piercing roar soon followed, and everyone looked up to see a tiger-bodied, human-faced demon descend from the skies, landing on the platform. Sniffing the girl’s scent, a look of intoxication appeared in its eyes.

“We welcome Venerable Hu!”

“She is our offering for this year; we hope you like it,” the villagers knelt on the ground, their faces full of piety.

Venerable Hu stared at the crying girl on the platform, a smile of extreme cruelty spreading across its face, and in the next moment, it bit down.

Clang!

A burst of Sword Qi tore through the air, sending Venerable Hu flying.

Afterward, Mo Ying landed on the platform, her longsword flashing as she cut the ropes binding the young girl.

“Thank you, Immortal Master, for saving my life!”

The girl knelt on the platform, continuously kowtowing.

However, Mo Ying wasn’t in the mood to speak with her, rather her expression was one of grave concern as she looked towards Venerable Hu who lay fallen on the ground.

As for the villagers, they had scattered and fled the moment Venerable Hu was struck, vanishing without a trace.

“Dare to ruin my good deed, you’re courting death!”

Venerable Hu roared furiously, looking at the sword wound on its neck that was deep enough to reveal bone; had it not been for its tough life, that single sword strike would surely have been the end of it.