The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

At the peak of Misty Peak.

[Sect Prestige Value +1105]

Ye Feng, listening to the consecutive notification sounds by his ear, felt pleased and paced back and forth on the roof ridge.

Ever since the news that Misty Sect had won first place in the Demon Slaying Conference spread, the Prestige Points had been skyrocketing, jumping from the original twenty thousand to forty-five thousand, nearly doubling, and were about to reach half of one hundred thousand.

“The population of Whitefloat City and the surrounding cities combined exceeds one million. Even if only one tenth of the people acknowledge us, the Prestige Points would suffice to break one hundred thousand.”

“Moreover, the rate of increase is quite fierce. At this rate, it’s going to reach eighty thousand in a few days.”

Ye Feng’s smile gradually became radiant.

“Sect Master Ye, the City Lord has summoned you!”

At that moment, Steward Zhou Jiaqian’s voice came up from below the mountain.

“Why is Steward Zhou here? Could it be because of the Demon Slaying Conference?” Ye Feng opened the Misty Area.

In the Council Hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Ye Feng sat in his seat.

This time, he was not sitting in the first row, but instead, shared the high platform with the Old City Lord, the Deputy City Lord, and other Element Gathering Realm powerhouses, facing the hundred-plus sect leaders below.

Ye Feng noticed that seated figures such as Jia Li’an, Long Zhenchuan, and the Falling Mountain Sect Leader all looked at him with a respectful gaze.

“Today, I’ve summoned everyone here mainly to summarize the matters related to this Demon Slaying Conference,” as the host, Lu Shanyue opened the meeting, “After nearly a month of fierce battles, Misty Sect, Tyrant Blade Sect, and Nishang Palace have respectively secured the top three positions. According to previous rules, they are entitled to rewards of Lower Grade Consolidating Origin Pills, Second-Grade Spells, and Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts.”

As these words were spoken, the entire room was filled with envy.

After a pause, Lu Shanyue continued, “Misty Sect, emerging first in this event, will be recommended to participate in the Demon Slaying Grand Conference hosted by the County King City in a few months.”

“Congratulations, Sect Master Ye!”

The people present shouted their congratulations.

“Pure luck, pure luck,” Ye Feng humbly cupped his hands, slightly embarrassed.

“To the three sects, these are the rewards given by both the City Lord’s Mansion and Liuyun Sect, please accept them,” the Old City Lord said as he brought out three Storage Bracelets and handed them to Ye Feng, the Tyrant Blade Sect Leader, and the Nishang Palace Master.

Following that, the conference concluded.

Ye Feng was surrounded by a group of sect leaders, who complimented each other.

After the crowd dispersed, Lu Shanyue approached Ye Feng and cupped his hands, “Sect Master Ye, the Demon Slaying Conference of Whitefloat City has ended. Remember to head to County King City next spring. At that time, I will guide your sect’s disciples.”

“Alright,” Ye Feng nodded.

“I owe Sect Master Ye a lifeline from before, and I promised you one reasonable request. However, I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to fulfill it now. After all, with Sect Master Ye’s strength, you no longer need my assistance.”

Lu Shanyue’s tone then shifted, “How about this instead, I’ll gift this Middle Grade Liuyun Talisman to Sect Master Ye as the fulfillment of my promise.”

“Liuyun Talisman?” Ye Feng was slightly startled.

“This talisman is engraved with a miniature array pattern. Once used, it can form a stream of clouds, perfect for escaping with exceptionally great speed,” Lu Shanyue explained, his expression becoming somewhat odd. “To be honest, the reason I was able to escape from the battle between the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile was thanks to a Liuyun Talisman.”

“Oh, then thank you,” Ye Feng gladly accepted.

“By the way, our Liuyun Sect excels in carving talismans. If Sect Master Ye has any needs in the future, feel free to visit me,” Lu Shanyue said with a smile.

“Certainly,” Ye Feng nodded in agreement.

At the peak of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng opened the Storage Bracelet and emptied its contents.

There was a bottle of Lower Grade Consolidating Origin Pills, ten in total, usable during the breakthrough to the Element Gathering Realm and also a main elixir for improving the cultivation level after reaching the Element Gathering Realm.

There was a book named “Liuyun Flying Flowers”, a Second-Grade Spell that could condense a sword flower upon casting, which was quite powerful.

There were five Lower Grade Spiritual Artifacts named Willow Leaf Swords, each resembling a willow leaf. Once activated, they could swiftly kill enemies.

Of course, the primary use of Willow Leaf Swords was for sword riding and travel. Even without practicing sword-related spells like “Streaming Light Sword Qi”, they could be activated by their owner and were very fast.

“Shi Lei, Yun Jie, Jiaojiao, Mo Ying, Tian Xing, and Yu Lan already have Spiritual Artifacts. These five Willow Leaf Swords will go to Xia He, Qiu Ju, Xiao Feng, Xiao Yu, and Ru Yu.”

“As for Jia Xi, who is purely focused on Body Refinement, he can’t make use of ordinary Spiritual Artifacts, so I’ll reward him with three hundred frog jumps instead…”

Soon, Ye Feng distributed the Spiritual Artifacts.

Upon receiving the Willow Leaf Swords, Yan Ruyu, Ouyang Yu, and the others were overjoyed and ran off to the Miniature Cave Heaven World to practice.

Before my eyes, another day had passed.

Some disciples were cultivating, while others were busy transforming the Miniature Cave Heaven World, their enthusiasm unwavering.

“Sect Master Ye!”

From the sky came the voice of Lu Shanyue.

Ye Feng soared into the air and saw Lu Shanyue, Xin Guangxuan, Pang Haiyun, Dong Qiang, and others standing on a Spirit Boat.

“Sect Master Ye, I am returning to the Sect. See you next year,” Lu Shanyue greeted Ye Feng with a cupped-fist salute.

Xin Guangxuan and Pang Haiyun also cupped their fists in a salute.

Only Dong Qiang merely glanced at Ye Feng without greeting him.

Ye Feng asked, curious, “Sect Leader Lu, aren’t you going to attend the Sword Child Enfeoffment Ceremony of the Divine Wind Sword Sect?”

“Our Liuyun Sect has some matters to attend to recently, and I’m afraid no one will be going,” Lu Shanyue shook his head. “Sect Master Ye, this is goodbye.”

“See you next year,” Ye Feng nodded.

The Spirit Boat sped off, passing Beacon Fire City, heading eastward, and finally disappeared from Ye Feng’s sight.

“Strange, why do I feel Dong Qiang’s glance was a bit odd, as if he was looking at an old monster? Could it be an illusion?”

Ye Feng muttered, gazing toward the east.

“Haah!”

A booming shout suddenly came from the peak.

Ye Feng looked down and realized that Qiao Jiaxi had lifted a stone weighing four thousand pounds and had shattered it with force; his Ancient God Bloodline grew richer as he had actually made a breakthrough to the Fourth Layer of Body Refinement.

“So soon?”

Ye Feng was a bit surprised, it seemed that last night’s reward of three hundred frog jumps had a good effect.

Ye Feng landed on the peak and inspected the now steadfast and robust Qiao Jiaxi, noting his stability, bright eyes, and more profound presence.

“Sect Master, I’ve broken through to the Fourth Layer of Body Refinement,” Qiao Jiaxi reported excitedly upon spotting Ye Feng.

“Not bad, rest for a while, and then we will continue cultivating,” Ye Feng patted Qiao Jiaxi’s shoulder.

“Alright,” Qiao Jiaxi nodded, took a step aside, and began to chew on a leaf of lettuce.

This was one type of Divine Vegetable.

Qiao Jiaxi found that as long as he ate Divine Vegetables and drank Spirit Spring Water daily, it was sufficient to sustain his cultivation.

After resting for half an hour, Qiao Jiaxi descended the mountain.

The fourth movement of the Ancient God Body Refining Technique: Body Refining Chapter required practicing a Cultivation Technique known as “Divine Fist” under a waterfall.

Furthermore, “Divine Fist” served as a battle skill complementing the Cultivation Technique, similar to a spell yet vastly different, perfectly suited for Qiao Jiaxi’s use, capable of compensating for the lack of spells.

As there were no waterfalls on Misty Peak, Qiao Jiaxi had to go out to find one.

After a while, Qiao Jiaxi reached the base of a waterfall.

“This is the place,” he said.

Qiao Jiaxi dragged over a massive slab of stone and placed it under the waterfall.

To prevent baldness, Qiao Jiaxi wrapped his head with tough fabric and stood under the waterfall, enduring the fierce slash of the water, pained as if being charged by wild bulls.

“It’s a good thing I wrapped my head, otherwise I really might go bald!” Qiao Jiaxi steadied himself in a horse stance, gritting his teeth.

It wasn’t long before he was swept away by the water flow, tumbling to the ground.

The Cultivation Technique stated that to meet the requirements for another surge in his bloodline, he must practice “Divine Fist” under the waterfall’s onslaught and gather his aura to more than double its strength, before assaulting the Fifth Layer of Body Refinement.

“Divine Fist” was a powerful boxing method.

Upon execution, one’s aura would continually condense, becoming fiercer with each fight, speeding up and strengthening with each subsequent punch, while also being enveloped in a mighty aura that formed a defensive wave, effectively combining attack and defense.

As one enters the state of “Divine Fist”, the aura grows with each punch, and in principle, there is no limit as long as the body can withstand it.

“Haah!”

Qiao Jiaxi leaped back on the slab, bracing against the impact of the waterfall, swinging his fists until he found the feeling of gathering his aura.

Once, twice…

Before he reached ten tries, Qiao Jiaxi was once again thrown off, landing on the ground with his body covered in cracks and bleeding.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng was watching Qiao Jiaxi under the waterfall from a distance. He could tell that he had been injured but merely watched from the sidelines, not intervening.

“I am the Sect Leader, not a nanny. From now on, disciples must learn to face problems independently,” Ye Feng murmured.