The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng sheathed his sword and began a free fall. Amidst the gaze of an enthralled crowd, he landed in the center of the street, shattering the cobblestones beneath his feet before steadying himself.

“It’s over,” Ye Feng said, looking at the onlookers as he spoke softly.

“Sect Master, are you alright?” The disciples crowded around him, their faces filled with concern.

Brother Flathead stood to one side, a speechless expression on his face, seemingly frustrated about not being able to fight.

The sect leaders’ expressions changed dramatically as they stared at the oddly dressed Brother Flathead.

“Such a strong aura!”

“This is actually a Lower Rank Tiger General!”

“I remember now, it was one of the High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demonic Beasts from the eastern marshes of the city, which mysteriously vanished. It turns out it became the Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast of the Misty Sect and even advanced to the rank of Tiger General!”

“The Misty Sect is indeed profound,” they acknowledged.

The leaders of the various sects all showed looks of astonishment.

The Deputy City Lord looked at Brother Flathead and then at Ye Feng, coming to a realization, “So that was the roar of your sect’s Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast earlier. It was a false alarm.”

Ye Feng introduced to the crowd, “This is Brother Flathead, our Misty Sect’s Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast.”

“Sect Master Ye is truly impressive to have a Tiger General level Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast, an enviable feat,” the Nishang Palace Master maintained her dignified posture, the corner of her mouth still marked with blood.

Following the battle with the evil beast, everyone present at the Element Gathering Realm had sustained injuries.

“Sect Master Ye, thank you!” The typically reticent Sect Leader of the Tyrant Blade Sect also thanked Ye Feng with a salute.

“Sect Master Ye, truly the Chosen One. Just today, you eliminated Souhun Zhenren and the evil beast, achieving what many One-Star Sect Masters find difficult,” praised the Sect Leader of Feathers Sect.

Hearing the crowd’s praises made Ye Feng feel a bit embarrassed.

Xin Guangxuan looked at Ye Feng, who was being lauded by the crowd, clenching his fists in excitement and grinning, “Haha! I knew I wasn’t wrong. Sect Master Ye indeed defeated the Tiger General from Fuyun Gloomy Forest. He has always been this powerful!”

At this moment, Elder Lu Shanyue and the Deputy City Lord, supporting the Old City Lord, approached Ye Feng.

“Is this the newly renowned Sect Master Ye Feng of the high-ranked Misty Sect? What a remarkable Sword Drawing Technique, a true hero emerges from the youth!” exclaimed the Old City Lord before breaking into a fit of severe coughing.

“Misty Sect’s Ye Feng greets the Old City Lord,” Ye Feng saluted with a bow.

Although the Old City Lord had lost his cultivation, he was still the ruler of Whitefloat City. Strictly speaking, the Misty Sect was still considered under the jurisdiction of Whitefloat City, and the ownership of the Sect Territory Deed still belonged to the City Lord’s Mansion.

“If not for Sect Master Ye taking action today, we all might have fallen prey to Souhun Zhenren,” the Old City Lord coughed again, his face filled with dejection, “Unfortunately, in my rush to break through the ‘Thunder Sprint Art’ to the third level Perfection and to the fifth stage of Element Gathering, I failed.”

“City Lord, how are you feeling now?” the Deputy City Lord asked with concern, his eyes full of worry.

For the Deputy City Lord, the Old City Lord was like a half-mentor, deserving of great respect. He never imagined that the latter would fail a breakthrough and end up with a shattered Qi Sea.

“My Qi Sea has shattered, and even if my injuries recover, it is unlikely to be rebuilt. This is it for me in this lifetime,” the Old City Lord sighed.

“It is said that a Divine Origin Realm Great Power can reconstruct the Qi Sea, and even some top Spirit Sea Realm experts can do it. Can’t they help you?” the Nishang Palace Master asked with confusion.

“We haven’t reached a level to make contact with those in the Spirit Sea Realm or the Divine Origin Realm, and besides, reconstructing the Qi Sea is a taxing task. Usually, only direct relatives receive such assistance; we do not qualify,” the Old City Lord sighed in resignation, “I’m tired. I’ll head back to the City Lord’s Mansion to rest. Everyone, until we meet again!”

“City Lord, let me help you,” said the Deputy City Lord.

Elder Lu Shanyue also assisted the Old City Lord, and the three of them took flight, heading back to the City Lord’s Mansion to recuperate.

“Sect Master Ye, don’t forget to come to the Nishang Palace to give some guidance to my inept disciples,” the Nishang Palace Master said with a smile to Ye Feng before leaving as well.

The Sect Leader of Feathers Sect and the Sect Leader of Tyrant Blade Sect nodded to Ye Feng as a gesture of respect before departing.

“Let’s go back,” Ye Feng said to his disciples, leaping onto the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle. Leading the disciples and the spiritual beast, they flew away from Whitefloat City under the admiring gaze of tens of thousands.

Soon after, news spread.

Souhun Zhenren, accompanied by an evil beast, descended upon Whitefloat City, aiming to engulf the entire place. But ultimately, he was slain by a single sword strike from Sect Master Ye of the Misty Sect, a dazzling feat.

Upon the news’s release, the entire city was abuzz.

[Sect Prestige Value +478]

[Sect Prestige Value +648]

Ye Feng heard the system’s continuous notifications and discovered that his prestige value had soared to twenty thousand and was still rapidly increasing.

Even so, the distance to the big one hundred thousand mark was still very far.

Ye Feng silently criticized the current onlookers as inadequate, as he had publicly defeated Souhun Zhenren in front of a crowd, yet it didn’t result in a dramatic rise in his prestige by tens or hundreds of thousands, but only by hundreds or thousands.

Inside a Goulan house.

The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, transformed into a handsome young noble, had a graceful woman sitting on his lap. Upon hearing the news, he couldn’t help but be secretly astonished.

“Ye Feng certainly hid his strength; being able to slay Souhun Zhenren with a single sword strike implies he has at least the power of the Element Gathering Realm Sixth Layer… Wait, he loves to hide his strength, perhaps his true power is far beyond that!”

“Hiss! Could this guy be at the Ninth Layer of the Element Gathering Realm?”

“Or say, he’s a Spirit Sea Realm expert who’s hidden his cultivation level?”

The more the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch thought about it, the more frightened he became, shivering uncontrollably.

The woman sitting on him immediately showed a look of boredom, disdainfully saying, “That was so lame, it ended too quickly!”

Upon hearing this, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s anger surged, and he retorted indignantly, “That was me shivering with excitement, not because of something else, okay?”

Misty Peak.

Ye Feng and his group had already reached the peak.

“Sect Master Uncle, I’m back!” Hardly had they arrived when Huo Yunjie followed closely behind and appeared at the gate.

“Big Brother is back!” Long Tianxing was the first to rush over.

“It’s good that you’re back,” Ye Feng said, smiling at Huo Yunjie.

During the challenge from Scarlet Serpent Sect, Huo Yunjie played a pivotal role, and he also won his sparring match with Xiao Fangu.

Now, Huo Yunjie had mastered the Sword Drawing Technique, allowing Ye Feng to also grasp this powerful sword technique, ultimately using it to vanquish the menace, Souhun Zhenren.

Taking all of these into account, Ye Feng felt that Huo Yunjie really was a lucky star for the Misty Sect, and he found himself looking at him more and more favorably.

“You’ve begun to learn the Sword Drawing Technique, haven’t you?” Without waiting for Huo Yunjie to speak, Ye Feng had already started talking.

“Sect Master Uncle knows even this?” Huo Yunjie was surprised.

Ye Feng smiled to himself, thinking how could he not know with the system’s help, and also, if you hadn’t reached beginner level, I wouldn’t have been able to master the Sword Drawing Technique, would I?

Thinking this, Ye Feng nodded and said, “Yes, I know you’ve begun, but there’s still a great distance from Perfection.”

Although Ye Feng had mastered the Sword Drawing Technique at the Perfect Stage, the technique was profound, comparable to a Fifth Grade Spell. Even if he explained it, it would be difficult for Huo Yunjie to perfect it in a short time.

If it were a less complicated First Grade Spell, the difficulty of training would be much lesser, and with just a few pointers from Ye Feng, his disciples could master it.

With Huo Yunjie’s return, the disciples of Misty Sect gathered together once again.

At the dining table.

Huo Yunjie recounted his experiences in the Ancient Town of Quicksand.

After listening, the disciples understood that Huo Yunjie had gone through so much, not only mastering the Sword Drawing Technique but also meeting Baixue Ding. They were curious to find out if she would later join Divine Wind Sword Sect.

“I thought that I would come back and rejoice with Sect Master Uncle upon learning the Sword Drawing Technique, but who could have guessed that he had already reached Perfection; I’m still too young.” Huo Yunjie looked at Ye Feng, his eyes full of respect.

Ye Feng sat at his place, smiling without saying a word.