The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng took out an identity token.

Huo Yunjie received it solemnly, turned it over to the back, and saw the raised letters “Inner Sect Huo Yunjie” – a special feeling overcame him.

“So, Sect Master Uncle had already made my identity token in advance; this also indicates that he holds great expectations for us, certain that we could successfully pass the assessment.”

Thinking this, Huo Yunjie clenched the token, feeling its great value, and hurriedly hung it carefully on his belt.

“Sect Master Uncle, I would like to ask for your guidance on my Sword Drawing Technique,” Huo Yunjie stood up and said respectfully.

“The key point of the Sword Drawing Technique lies in the condensation of one’s own breath. Of course, physical fitness is also very important. With your current strength, even if you know the details, you can’t perform the Sword Drawing Technique to perfection; otherwise, it would oppress your body and cause permanent damage.”

Ye Feng did not hold back and spoke openly on the spot.

The disciples sitting at the dining table listened intently, as if a new window had opened before them, eager to try.

“However, while the Sword Drawing Technique is powerful, it also consumes a lot, often requiring rest after a full-force execution. Unless absolutely necessary, do not use it with all your strength,” Ye Feng cautioned.

“Question,” Young Long Tianxing jumped in, “Sect Master, if we don’t condense our full strength but only use a part of it, can’t we perform it multiple times?”

Ye Feng was taken aback.

“The Sword Drawing Technique requires the use of one’s full force, an all-or-nothing move. If each time you only use a portion of your strength for the strike, you surely can perform it multiple times, but the power of each strike will be greatly reduced, perhaps even inferior to a regular spell!” Before Ye Feng could speak, Huo Yunjie had already provided the explanation.

At the banks of Flowing Water River, Huo Yunjie had practiced this way more than once, but after realizing the lack of power, he stopped practicing it.

“That’s true, but against weaker demonic beasts, it is acceptable to condense only a part of your strength each time.”

Ye Feng walked to the edge of the cliff, took out an iron sword, and condensed one ten-thousandth of the Heroic Spirit Power.

Clang!

The longsword was unsheathed.

But because the condensed power was minimal, the iron sword merely glowed with a faint luminescence. With Ye Feng’s swing, a meter-long crescent-shaped sword light swept across, splitting a millstone-sized rock in two.

“The Sect Master is so awesome!”

Qiao Jiaxi, who walks the path of Body Refinement and cannot cultivate the Sword Drawing Technique, could only watch enviously.

“Usually, you can practice the Sword Drawing Technique in this manner until you get used to it, then try condensing your entire spiritual power to unleash sword Qi far beyond your own realm,” Ye Feng said before lying down on the lounge chair.

After the disciples had eaten, they began to cultivate.

Ye Feng lay there leisurely.

“No need to cultivate, just by giving some guidance to the disciples and occasionally going out to fight, my strength can be improved; how nice!”

Thinking so, Ye Feng was preparing to sleep.

Boom!

The sound of the Summoning Bell came from halfway up the mountain.

Long Tianxing, having nothing else to do, was the first to rush down the mountain and soon brought a white-haired middle-aged man to the peak.

The visitor was the Deputy City Lord of Whitefloat City with a somewhat grave expression. Upon seeing Ye Feng, he bowed and said, “Sect Master Ye, the City Lord requests your presence.”

Seeing the Deputy City Lord’s expression, Ye Feng sensed the matter was not trivial and quickly stood up.

“Please lead the way, Deputy City Lord.”

Half an incense stick’s time later.

In a tranquil courtyard behind the City Lord’s Mansion,

the City Lord, Lu Shanyue, Nishang Palace Master, Sect Leader of Feathers Sect, Sect Leader of Tyrant Blade Sect, and others sat at a stone table beneath a grapevine trellis, looking rather grim.

“Sect Master Ye has arrived, please take a seat.”

The City Lord stood up to greet Ye Feng with a cupped-hand salute, his complexion much improved, and he had also changed into a clean, tidy blue robe.

There were a total of seven Element Gathering Realm powerhouses present, seated on stone stools, sipping Spiritual Tea.

Ye Feng did not want to waste time and got straight to the point, “I wonder why the City Lord has summoned me, what is the matter?”

The City Lord let out a light sigh, “Does Sect Master Ye know the conditions required for a high ranked sect to be promoted to a star-level sect?”

Ye Feng pondered for a moment and then said, “I heard from my friend Xin Guangxuan that apart from the Sect Leader needing to reach the third layer of the Element Gathering Realm, the sect must also possess a certain number of Spiritual Artifacts, as well as infrastructure like Alchemy Pavilion, Artifact-refining Pavilion, Spirit Beast Pavilion, and a Sect Protection Array.”

Lu Shanyue’s face turned somewhat embarrassed, “Actually, what Xin Guangxuan said was not incorrect, but it was not complete.”

“How so?” Ye Feng quickly asked.

Lu Shanyue explained, “For a star-level sect, the Sect Leader reaching the third layer of the Element Gathering Realm is just the minimum requirement; it must also have two Element Gathering Realm Elders. Of course, if the entire sect has only one Element Gathering Realm individual, that person must reach the fourth layer of the Element Gathering Realm to meet the criteria.”

Ye Feng suddenly realized, “So that’s how it is!”

“Actually, for a star-level sect, the strength of the Sect Leader and the Spirit Vein are the most important conditions.”

The City Lord spoke again, “Take Yunhua Sect for example, they have several Element Gathering Realm powerhouses, over a thousand disciples, and functional buildings like Scripture Pavilion and Spirit Beast Pavilion. They could have become a one-star sect, but unfortunately, their Spirit Vein was inadequate.”

Ye Feng nodded, “So that means our Misty Sect, with our Miniature Spirit Vein, essentially has the foundation to be promoted to a sect.”

“Yes,” the City Lord nodded, his gaze fixed intently on Ye Feng and asked earnestly, “Now that Sect Master Ye basically understands the conditions for promotion of a star-level sect, you should be able to guess the crisis facing Whitefloat City now, right?”

A crisis?

What crisis could Whitefloat City be facing?

Ye Feng was taken aback.

A moment later, Ye Feng’s gaze sharpened, looking at the Old City Lord, “The City Lord has lost his cultivation, leaving Whitefloat City without an Element Gathering Realm triple-layer or even a quadruple-layer leader, thus facing the crisis of demotion?”

“Exactly!” the City Lord nodded.

The others also looked at Ye Feng, giving him a feeling of unease.

“What next?” asked Ye Feng.

“Once Whitefloat City loses its star status, it will be downgraded to a high ranked sect, and the land deeds within a two to three hundred miles radius will be reclaimed by County King City. At that time, County King City will be free to dispose of them, including ordering all sects here to relocate and taking away the discovered Spirit Veins,” the City Lord sighed.

“That aggressive?” Ye Feng frowned, “Are we just expected to be sitting ducks then?”

Lu Shanyue looked helpless, “Sect Master Ye has overlooked one thing, we are now within the territory of the three-star force, Mystique Kingdom, and strictly speaking, these lands are the royal family’s of Mystique Kingdom. The management rights of the Southern River Basin are concentrated in County King City.”

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, “You mean we’re all essentially subordinates to County King City?”

“In the entire Southern River Basin, except for a few two-star forces like Divine Wind Sword Sect, all other forces are under the jurisdiction of County King City,” Lu Shanyue shrugged, “Of course, that includes our Liuyun Sect.”

“So, what’s the point of calling me here?” Ye Feng glanced at the City Lord, his expression growing increasingly strange, “You’re not meaning to appoint me as the City Lord, are you?”

“That’s right!”

Everyone nodded in unison, leaving Ye Feng frozen in place.