The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

As for the owner of the snow-white delicate palm holding the golden paper crane, they remained enveloped in a layer of mist, their true face never revealed.

“Young Alliance Leader, if this is true, it wouldn’t be unacceptable to reward them with scarce upper-grade spirit stones,” spoke an old figure with two horns on its head. Its voice boomed like thunder, lightning flickering around it as it spoke.

“Then let’s meet with them first and discuss the matter in person.”

After speaking, the breathtakingly beautiful woman known as the Young Alliance Leader took out another golden paper crane, infused it with ten breaths of spiritual energy, and threw it out. It turned into a dark golden glow cutting across the sky, as if splitting the entire night sky in two.

…

The next morning.

Misty Peak, as sunlight first touched it, everything was renewed.

Ye Feng was seated on a chair, examining his most recent acquisitions.

Thirty lower-grade spiritual artifacts sold for six thousand spirit stones.

One middle-grade spirit sword fetched a high price of eight thousand.

As for the remaining purple gold bell, a treasured middle-grade spiritual artifact, it had the functions of storage and sound wave attacks. As Ye Feng channeled the Heroic Spirit Power into the bell, he discovered an inner space of three meters in length, width, and height, making it quite capable in terms of storage.

As for the power of sound wave attacks…

Dingling!

As Ye Feng shook the purple gold bell, a fan-shaped sound wave oscillated horizontally, surging like tumultuous waves, pulverizing rocks and trees in its path to dust.

“Very powerful!” Ye Feng exclaimed.

Even though it wasn’t as strong as a middle-grade spirit sword and wouldn’t enhance sword cultivators, its unique methods meant that if he decided to sell it, the price wouldn’t be less than four thousand spirit stones.

However, Ye Feng did not plan to sell it just yet since the purple gold bell’s surprise attack effect was quite good and he decided to keep it for the time being.

That day, Misty Peak was very tranquil.

The disciples were either cultivating or undergoing trials in nearby regions, ready to offer support at any moment with the messaging function of their Disciple Identity Tokens.

Miles away, Demon City.

Souhun Zhenren, transformed into Zhu Yongfu, was toiling away, moving bricks.

Wielding a steel rod, he repeatedly struck the Demonic Race members who were not working hard enough, coldly berating them:

“A bunch of good-for-nothings! If you don’t work hard moving bricks, how can you rebuild Demon City quickly? The Great Demon General said the Demon King is in seclusion. The day he emerges will be the day of Demon City’s resurgence. What will he think if he sees Demon City still in ruins upon his return?”

Embracing the Demon King’s favor, Souhun Zhenren worked as a sycophant, laboring even more diligently.

Meanwhile, outside Demon City.

A young man with small eyes was stealthily observing Demon City, noticing a squad of Demon Soldiers moving away from the city, he cracked a sinister smile.

“Hehe, the time has finally come!”

“Just kill more of the Demonic Race, refine them into Bloodline Origin Pills, and I can enhance my bloodline to advance easily to the Element Gathering Realm.”

This person was none other than Dong Dongqiang, who had taken over Dong Qiang’s body.

As a former Divine Origin Realm Great Power, his courage was vast. Although he was very cautious in his actions, his plans were clear, and once he made a decision, he would go through with it even if the sky fell.

After returning to Liuyun Sect, Dong Dongqiang secluded himself for cultivation but realized that Dong Qiang’s body had too low bloodline concentration to break through the Element Gathering Realm bottleneck.

Hence, he found his way here.

Watching the small squad of only about a dozen Qi Refining Realm Demon Soldiers, Dong Dongqiang laughed sinisterly and followed after them.

Once in an uninhabited area, he suddenly appeared, trapped all the Demon Soldiers with a Minor Formation, and unleashed fierce skills to eradicate them entirely, not sparing a single one.

Dong Dongqiang was ruthless, decisive, and cautious in his actions.

After clearing the scene of any traces, he continued to hide, preparing to hunt the next batch of demonic beasts venturing out of the city, always targeting the weakest.

…

Night fell in the blink of an eye.

Ye Feng had finished dinner and was sitting in the Sect Leader’s Great Hall, ready to read, when he suddenly heard a loud bell ringing from halfway up the mountain.

“Who is ringing the Summoning Bell this late at night?”

Ye Feng stepped out the door, parted the fog, and locked gazes with the middle-aged woman standing in the pavilion halfway up the mountain, who was clad in a purple-red long dress.

Elder Hongmeng?

Ye Feng walked down, surprised.

Below the pavilion.

Holding a golden paper crane, Elder Hongmeng said, “The daughter of the Myriad Islands Alliance Leader, Mo Minxi, has extended an invitation. She hopes to meet with Sect Master Ye to discuss the matter of crafting the Thirty-six Cave Heaven Formation.”

“So urgent?” Ye Feng frowned.

He had been planning to slack off for a few days and then attend the celebration at Yunhua Sect, mooching food and drinks. But now, he was expected to travel thousands of miles to the Myriad Islands Alliance.

“If it weren’t urgent, I wouldn’t have come over in the middle of the night,” Elder Hongmeng replied with a faint smile, her gaze drifting past Ye Feng to a figure approaching down the mountain.

“Woof?” Brother Flathead stomped the ground forcefully.

Pointing at it, Ye Feng introduced him to Elder Hongmeng, “This is Misty Sect’s Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast, Brother Flathead, who is keen on fighting. He was just asking if there’s a fight to be had.”

“I understand… After all, I am also of the Demon Race,” Elder Hongmeng volunteered, revealing her identity and surprising Ye Feng.

Elder Hongmeng produced a leaf-shaped flat boat, “My Swift Boat is very fast and spacious enough. If your sect’s guardian spirit beast wishes to come along, we can depart together.”

“That works,” Ye Feng nodded.

A moment later.

The Swift Boat, about five meters in length and half a meter in width, carrying two demons and a human, flew through the sky at extreme speed, reaching two hundred meters per second.

“This speed, it’s comparable to an airplane,” Ye Feng muttered.

Not knowing what an “airplane” was, Elder Hongmeng smiled back, “The Swift Boat is a middle-grade flying spiritual artifact. Its speed is extremely fast. It’s 6,220 miles from here to the Myriad Islands Alliance, which will take just over two hours to reach.”

As Ye Feng watched the landscape below rapidly receding, he dozed off.

When he woke up again, he found that the Swift Boat had already flown over the land and was now above a huge inland lake spanning thousands of miles.

The scent of salt and fish hit him in the face.

This was the scent of the sea!

“No wonder it’s called the Inland Sea; it’s a massive saltwater lake,” Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the Swift Boat, while Brother Flathead stood behind him, enjoying the sensation of his hair being parted by the swift wind.

Gradually, countless islands appeared on the water surface.

“We’ve arrived at the Myriad Islands domain. This area is three hundred miles in diameter, containing more than ten thousand small islands. The central main island spans thirty miles in diameter and has thirty-six peaks, which is also where the Miniature Cave-Heaven Array needs to be inscribed,” explained Elder Hongmeng as she pointed to a peak about a thousand meters tall at the center of the main island, “That is Wan Ren Peak, the main peak of the Myriad Islands Alliance. The others should be waiting for us there.”

Ye Feng activated his Spirit Eyes and looked over.

Around the thirty-six peaks of the main island, each had a spiritual energy vortex, each at least comparable to a miniature spirit vein, and the vortex above Wan Ren Peak was even larger and denser, several times that of an ordinary miniature spirit vein.

“Minor Spirit Vein!” Ye Feng envied.

This was the second time he had seen a Minor Spirit Vein.

The first time, of course, was at Divine Wind Sword Sect.

“The Myriad Islands Alliance has rich cultivation resources, controlling the entire waters of Southern River Lake, with an incredibly deep foundation. Even Minor Spirit Veins are not limited to just one,” Elder Hongmeng divulged a very important piece of information.

“So it is the big player that controls the entire Southern River Lake. No wonder they could casually promise a reward of 72,000 Spirit Stones. I just don’t know if they have any Upper-Grade Spirit Stones,” Ye Feng whispered to himself.

The two demons and one human soon landed on the summit of Wan Ren Peak.

Ye Feng looked forward and saw six figures hovering in the air. The leader was a veiled woman in a white flowing sand dress, her face obscured. Though her true appearance was hidden, he surmised that she must be stunningly beautiful.

As for the other five, their aura was as vigorous as fire and as vast as the sea, all bona fide cultivators of the Spirit Sea Realm!

Standing there, even without any deliberate release of pressure, they still gave Ye Feng a sensation more terrifying than facing the Giant Earth Ape.

Brother Flathead was very excited to see these five Spirit Sea Realm cultivators and was itching for a fight.

Ye Feng really wanted to kick him away and then say: These are Spirit Sea Realm cultivators, top-tier powerhouses on par with Demon Kings; you wouldn’t even be able to take on one of their fingers, so don’t make trouble!

Luckily, Brother Flathead did not act.

Elder Hongmeng cupped her hands together and introduced, “Min Xi, this is Sect Master Ye of Misty Sect, an expert in inscribing Miniature Cave-Heaven Arrays. He has even created a Miniature Cave Heaven World at Yunhua Sect. And this one here is Misty Sect’s Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast, Brother Flathead.”

“I am Mo Minxi, the daughter of the Myriad Islands Alliance Leader,” said the veiled woman, her voice cool and ethereal, like a fairy about to descend to the mortal world, otherworldly and pure.