The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng pulled out a hammer about three inches long. It seemed delicate but was radiating a spiritual light, clearly a lower-grade spiritual artifact. However, its surface was full of cracks, as it was taken from the underground treasury of the Tiger General.

Murong Zhi took the hammer with her handkerchief, scrutinized it for a moment, and then, in a gentle voice, she slowly said, “This is the lower-grade spiritual artifact ‘Wulu Hammer.’ The original price is one hundred and fifty lower-grade spirit stones, but it has been damaged. It must be repaired by an artifact refiner before it can be used again. The recovery price is fifty spirit stones.”

Hearing it was only fifty spirit stones, Mo Ying shook her head, thinking the price was too low, not understanding why Ye Feng wanted to sell it.

“Esteemed guest, what do you think?” Murong Zhi asked.

“Acceptable. By the way, there are dozens more of similar spiritual artifacts. Appraise them all!” After speaking, Ye Feng dumped a large pile of items on the table, making a “crash” as the table collapsed under the weight.

“Hiss!”

A gasp of astonishment was heard.

Whether it was Mo Ying, Yan Ruyu, Murong Zhi, or the several maids nearby, all of their eyes widened as if they had seen a ghost.

Dozens of lower-grade spiritual artifacts!

Had he robbed a star-level sect?

Everyone looked at Ye Feng with eyes filled with amazement.

“Cough cough! Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t steal these artifacts; I picked them up,” Ye Feng, being stared at by all the women, hurriedly explained.

“Oh!”

The crowd drew out the word, clearly disbelieving.

Still, Murong Zhi was someone who had seen a lot, and she quickly regained composure, picking up the damaged spiritual artifacts from the ground, appraising them one by one.

“This is the lower-grade spiritual artifact ‘Sun Moon Hook.’ The damage is not serious; the recovery price is eighty spirit stones.”

“The lower-grade spiritual artifact ‘Flying Spirit Bowl.’ It has a hole broken in it, but fortuitously, it has not harmed the internal formation, almost as good as if it’s not broken at all. Just needs some minor repairs and polishing, and then it can be used. The recovery price is one hundred spirit stones.”

Murong Zhi lived up to her reputation as an experienced appraiser, completing all the appraisals in less than half an incense stick’s time.

“Esteemed guest, there are a total of thirty-nine lower-grade spiritual artifacts. The total recovery price is three thousand and forty-two spirit stones. I will round it down to three thousand one hundred for you,” Murong Zhi put down the last artifact, directly offering the total price, “Would you like to proceed with the transaction now?”

“No rush; I also have three large boxes of spiritual medicine. Unfortunately, they’ve been stored for too long and more than half of their efficacy has been lost. As for the price… just make an offer!”

To everyone’s astonishment, Ye Feng placed three large boxes on the ground, opened them, and inside were filled with different ages of spiritual medicine, their spiritual light dim, indeed looking like they have lost more than half of their efficacy.

Mo Ying looked at the spiritual artifacts and medicines on the ground, frowning, “What on earth has happened during these few days that I was out on my journey?”

She was very worried.

Had Ye Feng robbed a star-level sect?

Or could it be that he had raided some treasury?

While Mo Ying was lost in her wild speculations, Murong Zhi pulled herself out of her surprise and, using her handkerchief, picked up a root-shaped spiritual medicine and began the appraisal.

Half an incense stick later.

Murong Zhi put down the last batch of medicinal herbs and announced the result: “The efficacy of these medicines hasn’t just halved – it’s nearly two-thirds gone. Therefore, I can only offer you one thousand spirit stones in total.”

“No problem,” Ye Feng agreed.

After all, these were medicinal materials of little use; it was all the same once they were sold.

“All right, here are four thousand one hundred spirit stones, please take good care of them.” Murong Zhi took out a jade box containing many sparkling spirit stones.

Ye Feng counted them, confirmed the number was correct, and then left the Myriad Commerce Alliance with Mo Ying and Yan Ruyu, walking along the bustling streets of Sanyuan City.

“Sect Leader, why did you sell those spiritual medicines?” Yan Ruyu stood on Ye Feng’s left side, full of curiosity.

“The effectiveness has decreased too much, we can’t use them, so we can only sell them.” Ye Feng said matter-of-factly.

“But, I can replenish the lost spirituality of the spiritual medicines.” Yan Ruyu said something that made Ye Feng’s jaw drop.

“That’s possible? Then I, the Sect Leader, have made a big loss!”

Ye Feng wanted to cry but had no tears. If he had let Yan Ruyu replenish the spirituality before selling them, he could have earned at least two thousand more spirit stones.

But on second thought, here in Sanyuan City, far from the Misty Sect, given Yan Ruyu’s current cultivation level and reserves of life spirit force, it wouldn’t be enough to replenish three large boxes of spiritual medicines.

So, he could only do it next time.

“Let’s go, the Sect Leader is treating you to a big meal!”

Ye Feng, having pocketed four thousand one hundred lower-grade spirit stones, feeling rich and oily, took Mo Ying and Yan Ruyu to a bustling snack street, where he let the two disciples eat whatever they wanted.

Mo Ying, eating deep-fried scorpions, wanted to ask Ye Feng how he had acquired so many spiritual medicines and spiritual artifacts. But after thinking about it, she felt that as an Outer Sect Disciple, it wasn’t her place to be too inquisitive, so she remained silent.

Yan Ruyu, on the other hand, was eating heartily. Her flat stomach seemed to be a bottomless pit; she devoured the entire street’s worth of food and still wanted more.

Ye Feng, afraid of going bankrupt from feeding them, quickly packed up a whole roast sheep, a roasted suckling pig, a twenty-pound roasted fish, a large bunch of roasted leeks, roasted mushrooms, and other delicacies, then contentedly took the two disciples onto a spirit boat, moving upstream against the current of Flowing Water River.

“I’m so full!”

Yan Ruyu sat at the prow of the boat, resting her chin in her hands, admiring the bright full moon above, smacking her lips as if she had not had her fill.

Hearing this, Ye Feng nearly fell off the spirit boat.

He had not expected Yan Ruyu, as the wet nurse, appearing dignified, gentle, well-behaved, and sensible, could have such a shocking appetite!

“Good thing I, the Sect Leader, made some money, otherwise I really couldn’t afford to feed her!” Ye Feng complained inwardly. Previously, Yan Ruyu had said drinking spiritual spring water would be enough to fill her, but tonight she devoured the entire street’s fare, truly giving him a scare.

“Someone’s coming!”

Mo Ying suddenly pointed into the distance, alerting them.

Ye Feng and Yan Ruyu looked over to see another spirit boat hundreds of meters away in the sky, speeding on its way. In the bow stood an elder in fluttering white robes, exuding a profound aura, with the cultivation of the second layer of the Element Gathering Realm.

Behind the elder stood eight young men and women, all with cultivation levels above the seventh layer of Qi Refinement, with the two strongest at the ninth layer peak.

“It’s an Outer Sect Elder of Divine Wind Sword Sect.” Mo Ying had good eyesight; she noticed the emblem on the elder’s cuff—a flying sword enveloped in clouds, as if holding divine power.

“How do you know it’s an Outer Sect Elder?” Ye Feng asked.

He had also seen the emblem of the Divine Wind Sword Sect and felt that the elder likely had a cultivation of around the second layer of Element Gathering Realm, but he couldn’t guess the elder’s status.

“Divine Wind Sword Sect is a Two-Star Rank force; their elders are divided into Outer Sect and Inner Sect. Those below the fourth layer of Element Gathering Realm are Outer Sect Elders, and those at or above the fourth layer are Inner Sect Elders. It is said that the Sect Master of Divine Wind Sword Sect has reached the third layer of the Spirit Sea Realm, and besides, there are several Supreme Elders within the Spirit Sea Realm,” Mo Ying explained.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng exclaimed in surprise, “As expected of a Two-Star Rank force, just an Inner Sect Elder coming out should be enough to sweep through ordinary One-Star forces like Whitefloat City.”

Mo Ying nodded, “That’s usually the case.”

“Speaking of which, it’s strange. With their strength as a Two-Star Rank force, why haven’t they dealt with Souhun Zhenren and instead let a bunch of One-Star forces fight to death?”

Ye Feng stroked his chin, lost in thought.