The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Mo Ying’s face was cold, her words filled with anger.

These villagers revered this mutated Tiger Demon as a divine being, and they were willing to use girls from outside as sacrifices; all deserved to be killed!

“Die!” Venerable Hu leaped forward, his two sharp claws lunging at Mo Ying, while at the same time opening his mouth to spray out a scorching beam of light.

“Immortal Master, watch out!” the young girl hastily warned.

Without a word, Mo Ying grabbed the girl and retreated to a distance, clenched a sword-fighting gesture, and invoked the Sword Combat Technique. The Breeze-riding Sword, with a whistling sword wind, nimbly circled to Venerable Hu’s side and stabbed into the prior sword wound.

“Aoow!”

Venerable Hu let out a pained cry, ready to swat away the Breeze-riding Sword, but unexpectedly, the sword suddenly burst forth with Sword Qi that had been accumulating within it.

Thud!

The head of Venerable Hu was severed, rolling onto the ground and frightening the young girl so much that her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

“Finally dealt with!”

Mo Ying confirmed that Venerable Hu had met his demise, sheathed her sword, and then pinched the young girl’s philtrum, waking her up.

The young girl looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, then back at the fallen Venerable Hu, turned pale with fright, and vomited.

Once she had recovered, the young girl saw Mo Ying still standing by and quickly thanked her, “Thank you, Immortal Master, for your rescue. My name is Bi Lian’er, and I live in a small fishing village on the north bank of the Fenhuo River.”

“A small fishing village? That’s quite a few tens of miles from here,” Mo Ying remarked, recalling the map of the Yunxiao Great Forest.

“Ah! That far?” Bi Lian’er’s face turned even paler.

“How did you get here?” Mo Ying asked.

“I was washing clothes by the river today, but then the wind got too strong and blew them into the woods. I ran to get them, and that’s when the people from this ancient village caught me. They insisted on sacrificing me to Venerable Hu,” said Bi Lian’er, her heart racing with lingering fear.

“I see. I’ll take you back now,” Mo Ying said, picking up Bi Lian’er and flying with her on a sword.

Aloft in the sky, Bi Lian’er reveled in the caress of the gentle breeze, and as she watched the trees recede below her, she became greatly longing for the path of cultivation.

“Immortal Master sister, can… can I follow you and cultivate?”

“I do not take disciples,” Mo Ying replied, shaking her head.

Bi Lian’er looked disheartened, but was not yet discouraged. “Then, can Immortal Master sister take me into a Sect?”

“To cultivate, we must assess your aptitude. Unfortunately, when I checked you with Spiritual Energy just now, you had no aptitude,” Mo Ying thought for a moment and still revealed the cruel truth.

Upon hearing these words, Bi Lian’er trembled, lowered her head, and dared not speak again, afraid of annoying Mo Ying.

Before long, they arrived near the small fishing village on the north bank of the Fenhuo River.

At this time, villagers with torches were searching around, calling out Bi Lian’er’s name loudly.

“Dad, Mom, I’m here!”

Bi Lian’er leapt down from the sword and flung herself towards an elderly couple, and the three of them quickly broke into sobs.

High above.

Mo Ying hovered on her sword, looking down at the scene below. After a long thought, she eventually flew away on her sword.

Mo Ying could see that Bi Lian’er’s nature was pure, much like her own in the past. She empathized and wanted to take this young girl on the path of cultivation.

But Bi Lian’er had no talent!

Without it, unless one had a special bloodline like that of Qiao Jiaxi, even if they took the path of Body Refinement, it would still be fraught with difficulties and unlikely to lead to success.

“Instead of embarking on a path that is destined to be impassable, it’s better to live a good life,” Mo Ying murmured to herself, flying back towards the ancient village deep in Yunxiao Great Forest, preparing to lift the carcass of Venerable Hu and return to Misty Sect to report.

Thud, thud, thud!

Footsteps approached.

Mo Ying turned towards the sound and saw a sharp sword thrusting towards her face. She hurriedly swung her sword to block it, emitting a crisp clanging of metal.

“It’s been a long time.”

A gentle voice came from the dense forest.

Then, a young woman walked out from the trees, bathed in the bright moonlight, revealing a playful face with two dimples when she smiled.

“Why have you come?” Mo Ying sheathed her longsword.

If Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and Li Jiaojiao were here, upon seeing this young woman, they would have shown shock.

Shu Hongyu!

Formerly ranked fifth in the Misty Sect, she possessed talent even beyond Xiao Fangu, but had left to train before the Old Sect Leader’s lifespan was exhausted, and had not returned since then.

Watching Mo Ying, Shu Hongyu smiled faintly, her dimples showing, “What, aren’t you happy to see me back?”

“Back?” Mo Ying furrowed her brows lightly.

Shu Hongyu covered her mouth and chuckled, “Just kidding. Currently, I’m not in control of my own fate. Even if I insist on returning to the Misty Sect, my family won’t agree… But how about you? How do you feel about being in the Misty Sect?”

“It’s better than I expected. The disciples get along well with each other, and most importantly, the Sect Leader is quite exceptional—he gives off a vibrant and hopeful vibe. The only fault is that he likes to say all sorts of bizarre things,” Mo Ying thought for a moment and replied earnestly.

Shu Hongyu took out a scroll and spread it out, revealing Ye Feng’s portrait, which was as flamboyant as the man himself.

“I didn’t expect this Sect Master Uncle, whom I’ve never met, to be so formidable—rumored to be the Chosen One, and even leading the sect to ascend to a higher rank… Alas, that’s still far from enough.”

Shu Hongyu rolled up the scroll and shook her head in resignation.

“You want to come back?” Mo Ying heard the implication in her words.

Shu Hongyu sighed, “Of course, I want to go back. The days I spent on Misty Peak were the most carefree of my life. I also miss cooking with Jiaojiao. But perhaps I’m just clumsy—whenever I chopped vegetables, I would always cut my fingers; when cooking rice, it was almost always burnt; fetching water, I would spill half before reaching the kitchen…”

Hearing this, Mo Ying gave a strange look and asked, “Speaking of which, how come you’re here?”

“The Divine Wind Sword Sect chose a Sword Child named ‘Mu Ruxue’ with supreme grade roots. My family wants me to get to know her—it’s so annoying!” Shu Hongyu rolled her eyes, “Tonight as I was passing by, I saw you, so I waited here.”

“Sword Child, Mu Ruxue, a woman?” Mo Ying was surprised.

“Indeed, a woman, and the first female Sword Child in the history of the Divine Wind Sword Sect. They say her talent is extraordinarily high, dominating all True Disciples. Starting from the Spirit Sea Realm, she is expected to make a push for the Divine Origin Realm, becoming the hope for the Divine Wind Sword Sect to reach the Three-Star Force level,” Shu Hongyu praised.

“Hearing you say this, Mu Ruxue does seem very impressive,” Mo Ying nodded thoughtfully, “By the way, that endless stretch of dark clouds a while ago, could it have been the phenomenon caused by a Divine Origin Realm great power undergoing tribulation?”

Shu Hongyu lowered her voice, “It’s said to be the old ancestor of the Mystique Kingdom undergoing tribulation. Whether successful or not, no one knows yet. If succeeds, that would be the Mystique Kingdom’s first Void Break Realm being, capable of leading the kingdom to advance to a Four-Star Level…”

“Cough, cough!”

Suddenly, a cough echoed from high above.

“I must go now, we’ll meet again if destiny allows!” Shu Hongyu quickly waved at Mo Ying, soared into the sky, and met with two Element Gathering Realm powerhouses cloaked in black, flying southward.

Mo Ying gazed towards the direction where Shu Hongyu disappeared and waved her hand, “Thanks for that time you saved my life!”

After speaking, Mo Ying picked up the body of Venerable Hu and flew on her sword towards Misty Peak.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

“Ding, congratulations to Registered Disciple Mo Ying for completing the High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demon Beast assessment. You may now be promoted to an Outer Sect Disciple.”

The System’s notification sounded.

The next moment, Ye Feng woke up, his face filled with joy.

“She completed the assessment task so quickly. Worthy of being the number one fighter among the Misty Sect’s disciples, it looks like Mo Ying will soon return.”