The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Late into the night.

Mo Ying, holding the carcass of Venerable Hu, landed on the peak’s summit and noticed Ye Feng standing in mid-air, fluttering a peculiar fan, a smile seemingly still hanging on his lips.

“This is your Outer Sect Disciple Identity Token.” Ye Feng tossed a black iron token over to her, which Mo Ying caught.

Seeing the words “Misty Sect” protruding on the front and “Outer Sect Mo Ying” on the back, Mo Ying inexplicably felt a sense of belonging.

“Sect Master, you knew I completed the task?” Mo Ying arched an eyebrow, a bit surprised.

“Of course, I knew.” Ye Feng nodded, thinking to himself, I have system notifications, how could I not know?

“Thank you, Sect Master!” Mo Ying put away the Outer Sect Disciple Identity Token and threw Venerable Hu’s body to the ground. “This Demonic Beast was on the verge of half-transformation, attempted to harm the innocent people of dawn, and has been slain by me.”

“Well done!” Ye Feng praised, “You must be tired as well, go and soak in Spirit Spring Water to ease your fatigue!”

Spirit Spring Water, containing abundant Spiritual Power, was excellent for recovery, whether used for bathing or drinking.

Yet, no sooner had he spoken than Ye Feng remembered the night he inadvertently glimpsed Mo Ying’s silhouette, and his face turned a shade of embarrassment.

Mo Ying did not understand why Ye Feng’s expression turned odd, but she couldn’t be bothered to ask and instead brought up another question, “Sect Master, do you know Shu Hongyu?”

“I know of her but have never met her, why?”

Ye Feng had been brought to Misty Peak by the Old Sect Leader at a time when Shu Hongyu had left Misty Peak several days prior, so he merely knew of her existence but had no idea what she actually looked like.

Mo Ying asked meaningfully, “If she were to suddenly return, would you accept her back into the Misty Sect?”

Although he didn’t understand why Mo Ying would ask such a question, Ye Feng still pointed to room number five, saying, “I have kept a room for her. If she is willing to return, it will depend on the circumstances.”

Ye Feng did not make any absolute statements.

He had never met Shu Hongyu and didn’t know if she would be accepted by the System.

If Shu Hongyu was accepted, of course she would be received, but if not recognized by the System, he would say that their destinies had parted, and send her on her way.

That was what he meant by depending on the circumstances.

With that in mind, Ye Feng glanced at the sky, “It’s already after midnight. You should rest early as well!”

Having said that, Ye Feng lay down on the rooftop, waving a Mini Banana Palm Fan, leisurely closed his eyes to sleep, and soon dreamt of himself and a beautiful Immortal Fairy flying freely through the skies, thoroughly enjoying themselves, which caused him to drool.

Mo Ying, seeing this scene, had an odd look on her face. She went back to her room to grab some clothes, then entered the bathroom, sinking into memories.

Dozens of days prior, Mo Ying was not yet a disciple of the Misty Sect. She had been injured by accident, and it was Shu Hongyu who saved her and introduced her to the Misty Sect for cultivation and seclusion.

“Shu Hongyu is from County King City, and naturally, her family would not allow her to stay in the Misty Sect for long, even though the Misty Sect has now advanced to a High Ranked Sect. Still, in the face of Two-Star Rank forces, it’s insignificant.”

“If I were from a Two-Star Rank force, I would also want my daughter to join forces of the same rank or stronger.”

That was what Mo Ying thought to herself.

She executed the recently learned “Fire Cloud Palm”to heat the water in the wooden barrel with Spiritual Power and then comfortably soaked in it.

The next morning.

Mo Ying practiced swordplay on the rooftop kneeling, with Venerable Hu’s carcass still lying on the ground, unattended to.

“Senior Sister Mo, you’re back?” Long Tianxing, carrying an axe, saw Mo Ying on the rooftop and quickly waved, calling out.

“Senior Sister Mo is back?”

Qiao Jiaxi, who was lifting stones for Body Refinement, heard the shout, turned to look, lost his balance, and got pinned to the ground by the massive stone. Fortunately, his physical body was strong, and it didn’t hurt him in the least.

“I arrived last night, and I’m now an Outer Sect Disciple. You all need to work harder too,” Mo Ying said calmly.

“I’m an Outer Sect Disciple now as well,” Long Tianxing announced, patting the Identity Token hanging at his waist.

“My brother and sister are so fast. I need to work even harder,” Qiao Jiaxi felt a sense of urgency, lifted the stone again, and continued the strenuous practice of the first move. “Just twenty more times, I must succeed today!”

Mo Ying glanced at the ground and saw Brother Flathead still sleeping, with more than half of his body covered by something. On closer inspection, it appeared to be…a red bellyband?

What in the world?

Mo Ying curled her lips, wondering who could be so mischievous.

Meanwhile, a hundred miles north of Whitefloat City.

In a valley of a branch of the Spirit Beast Sect, self-proclaimed “Sea King” Xie Jiaren was riding on the back of a giant white crane, flying with Pang Haiyun.

The branch Elder had left and returned, and now sat on the thatched roof with a look of frustration, repairing the hole he had made himself with a stubborn headbutt last time.

“I am utterly exasperated! The Sect Master actually won’t let me return to the Sect, insisting that I continue to hold this position. It’s absurd! Does the Sect Master not realize that if this continues, Xie Jiaren will be the death of me?” he grumbled.

As the branch Elder became more and more agitated, he kept stomping on the roof. Then, he accidentally stepped into thin air and fell down with a cry of “Ow!”

“Divine Wind Sword Child Mu Ruxue has come to pay a visit to the junior Sect Master of the Spirit Beast Sect, Xie Jiaren.”

A cold voice came from outside the valley.

The branch Elder’s pupils shrank, and he quickly got to his feet: “Mu Ruxue… I remember she is Xie Jiaren’s cousin, blessed with Supreme Grade roots. It has only been half a year since I’ve seen her, and she has already ascended to become a Sword Child of the Divine Wind Sword Sect?”

The branch Elder thought of Xie Jiaren’s personality, and how with a cousin as glorious as Mu Ruxue, she would become even more indulgent. His face instantly filled with sorrow.

The next moment, five graceful figures entered the valley.

“My dear older cousin, why have you come?”

Xie Jiaren immediately leaped down from dozens of meters in the air, landing firmly on the ground, took Mu Ruxue’s small hand, and began to swing it back and forth vigorously.

“Cough, cough!”

The branch Elder sat on the ground and coughed loudly twice, hinting at Xie Jiaren that now that Mu Ruxue had become Divine Wind Sword Child, she needed to be mindful of her image.

However, Xie Jiaren turned a deaf ear, much to the Elder’s chagrin.

“Cousin, you’re as mischievous as ever,” Mu Ruxue said, caught between resisting and not resisting as Xie Jiaren gripped her hands. Her face was an open book of helplessness.

The four maids all looked down, pursing their lips, daring not to laugh.

“Hasn’t it always been like this… Wow! You look even more magnificent than you did half a year ago,” Xie Jiaren laughed, saying things that seemed completely baffling.

Mu Ruxue instinctively looked down and noticed Xie Jiaren’s gaze fixedly staring at her prominent chest. She quickly tightened her grip on Xie Jiaren’s hand to prevent any sneaky groping.

“Hehe! My big cousin is so clever, always knowing what I’m up to,” Xie Jiaren chuckled.

“Cousin, remember you’re a junior Sect Master, and pay attention to your image.”

Mu Ruxue stepped back three meters, keeping her distance, “Anyhow, I came here specifically to tell you that I’ve become the Divine Wind Sword Child. Please pass the news to our aunt and give her my regards.”

“Don’t worry! My mother is more well-informed than I am; she definitely knows you’ve been promoted to Sword Child by now,” Xie Jiaren assured her.

“In that case, I should be getting back to the Sect,” said Mu Ruxue, ready to turn and leave. She had come in a hurry and was leaving in one, too.

“In such a rush?” Xie Jiaren’s eyes widened.

“There will be quite a few visits to the Divine Wind Sword Sect in the coming days, and I need to be there to receive them. I have to head back right now,” Mu Ruxue explained.

“Well then! I have something to do today too, so I can’t accompany you,” Xie Jiaren said, ready to leave with Pang Haiyun, who was standing by.

“Where to?” Mu Ruxue asked reflexively.

“Misty Sect,” Xie Jiaren replied without concealing the information.

“Misty Sect, the recently established high ranked Sect in the Whitefloat City area?” Mu Ruxue showed a trace of surprise.

“Yes!” Xie Jiaren nodded, “Big cousin, you know about Misty Sect too? It seems our Sect Master Ye has grown too handsome to hide.”

Upon hearing this, Mu Ruxue felt an urge to send Xie Jiaren flying with a slap but refrained, saying, “I might as well go and have a look.”

“You’re going to Misty Sect?”

Both Xie Jiaren and Pang Haiyun looked surprised, and even the branch Elder sitting under the thatched hut found it unbelievable.

Divine Wind Sword Child Mu Ruxue, why would she want to visit Misty Sect?

Could it really be because she thinks Ye Feng is good-looking and wants to see him for herself?