The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The Deputy City Lord spread out a map, pointing to an area sandwiched by Whitefloat City, the northeast region of the Taiyue Mountain Range, and the southwest region of the Yunxiao Great Forest, and said:

“This plain spans thirty miles in circumference and is rich in hardwood, a domain where conflicts exist between our Whitefloat City and Nanwu City, three hundred miles away.”

Ye Feng blinked, somewhat puzzled, and said, “I don’t understand, can you clarify?”

The Deputy City Lord covered the plain on the map with his palm and explained, “Put simply, there’s a disagreement over the ownership of this plain. Some say it belongs to Whitefloat City, others to Nanwu City. A few days ago, I discussed with the City Lord of Nanwu City, and we decided to resolve the issue through martial force.”

Ye Feng instantly understood, “You mean, you want me to help and fight over it?”

The Deputy City Lord hastened to wave his hands and said, “Not that, to be precise, it’s a one-on-one friendly exchange between nine young cultivators from each city. Whichever city wins more matches gets the plain.”

The Nishang Palace Master added, “The City Lord’s Mansion and the three High Ranked Sects have already put forward five talented youths. We’d like to ask your sect to send four more disciples with strong capabilities, preferably all above the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement and with abundant practical combat experience.”

“Oh, that’s simple,” Ye Feng said nonchalantly.

At this stage in Misty Sect, most of the disciples were above the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, and Mo Ying had even broken through to the Element Gathering Realm. Sending four disciples was not an issue at all.

“When is the competition?” Ye Feng asked.

“Tomorrow,” said the Deputy City Lord.

…

After sending off the Deputy City Lord, Ye Feng briefly told the disciples about the matter.

Upon hearing this, Brother Flathead was eager to try.

Ye Feng glanced askance at Brother Flathead, “You’re not a disciple, and you’re not young either; you can’t participate.”

Upon hearing this, Brother Flathead’s face fell.

Then, Ye Feng said to the disciples, “Tomorrow, for the exchange with Nanwu City’s disciples, Shi Lei, Yun Jie, Mo Ying, Yu Lan, you four will participate. However, Mo Ying, do not reveal your Element Gathering Realm cultivation for now.”

“Yes,” the disciples nodded one after another.

“Sect Master, I think the people from Nanwu City are not simple. Senior Sister Mo Ying and the others should be able to win, but the chances of victory in the remaining five matches are not great,” Ji Ziling offered her opinion.

“Why so?”

The crowd was puzzled.

Ji Ziling placed an ancient book on the table, flipped to the tenth page, and read aloud:

“Nanwu City, once a One-Star city, has now declined and lost its certification as a Star-Level Force. It currently has one City Lord at the Second Layer of the Element Gathering Realm and two Deputy City Lords at the First Layer. Notably, the City Lord of Nanwu City is a distant cousin of Qingyun Zhenren.”

“Eh!”

Ye Feng spotted a blind spot.

The City Lord of Nanwu City had a connection with Qingyun Zhenren?

With that said, Nanwu City’s backing could very well be the Qingyun Sect, and if Qingyun Sect’s disciples were mixed into Nanwu City’s team for this competition, the situation would be much less straightforward.

If it really came down to a fight, disciples from Whitefloat City, Nishang Palace, Tyrant Blade Sect, and Feathers Sect might not be able to beat those from Qingyun Sect.

“Let’s do this, the other disciples will also go. If the disciples from forces like Nishang Palace and City Lord’s Mansion are outmatched, or if we find out that the opponents are disciples from Qingyun Sect, then you quickly take over,” Ye Feng changed the plan.

“Yes,” the disciples nodded.

…

Three hundred miles away, Nanwu City.

This is a large city spanning twenty miles in length and width.

In the courtyard of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Nine youths stood in a row, each with a cultivation of at least the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement and robust foundations, experts among their peers.

One of them was Bai Minglu, an Inner Sect Disciple of the Qingyun Sect.

In front of them stood a gray-robed elder.

This person stood with his hands behind his back, speaking to the City Lord of Nanwu City:

“This time, our Qingyun Sect will be led by this elder. The Sect Leader has ordered these nine Inner Sect disciples to ensure nine victories out of nine matches, securing success in acquiring that plain. After the deed is done, whatever is above the ground is yours, and whatever lies beneath is ours.”

Laughing, the City Lord of Nanwu City said, “Naturally, there are no problems. I’ll be grateful for the help from Elder Six this time, and here’s to a pleasant collaboration!”

“To a pleasant collaboration!” Elder Six from Qingyun Sect nodded slightly.

…

The Blue Bird Elder flew at full speed.

Several hours later.

He finally arrived at the main island of the Myriad Islands Alliance, and with knees going weak, he knelt before Alliance Leader Mo Tianlong, exclaiming in shock, “A major event! Master Ye of the Misty Sect could actually kill a peak Demon General with ease, and he is suspected of having the strength of the Spirit Sea Realm!”

The hall instantly fell silent.

Mo Tianlong’s expression didn’t change much.

The rest, including Mo Minxi, the Blue Dragon King, the four Supreme Elders, and the numerous Inner Sect Elders of the Element Gathering Realm Seventh Layer and above, all widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Ye Feng, Spirit Sea Realm strength?”

“Are you kidding?!”

Almost everyone couldn’t believe it.

Only Mo Tianlong looked in the direction of Misty Peak with a calm gaze, Ye Feng’s upright figure reflecting in his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.

“Master Ye truly deserves to be the Chosen One, his growth rate is indeed very fast.”

As soon as his voice sounded, the hall went deathly silent.

Everyone looked at Mo Tianlong in shock, mouths agape in astonishment.

“Did this Elder hear wrongly, does the Alliance Leader really believe Ye Feng has Spirit Sea combat power?”

“Could such a thing really exist?”

The crowd found it hard to believe.

…

Ye Feng didn’t know that Mo Tianlong had high hopes for him.

By this time, it was already deep into the night.

He sat at the peak top, before him lay the enormous carcasses of the Fanged Mad Pig and the Twin-winged Evil Dragon. Even in death, they still emitted an invisible oppressive force.

“Use ‘Spirit Blood Transference’!”

Ye Feng stretched out his hands, placing them on the surface of the two peak Demon Generals, as a continual stream of vermilion-golden aura flowed out from their bodies, eventually turning into two head-sized orbs of pure spirit blood.

“Such immense power!”

Ye Feng could feel an overwhelming aura contained within the spirit blood, as if he was lifting two mountains, making even his arm movements slightly stiff.

“Wow!”

Brother Flathead stood beside Ye Feng, poking Ye Feng’s waist with a claw, then pointed at the orb of spirit blood belonging to the Fanged Mad Pig.

Ye Feng revealed a bizarre smile, “It seems like you’re indeed suited to absorb the spirit blood of a demon pig. If successful, it should greatly enhance your defensive capability.”

As the orb of spirit blood was injected into Brother Flathead, he began to growl, his body heating up, and he hurriedly ran in circles on the peak top, using the wind to dissipate the heat.

The remaining orb of spirit blood from the Twin-winged Evil Dragon was then distributed by Ye Feng to the other Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts.

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, the Thousand-Year Ancient Pine, the Golden-Haired Little Squirrel, the Whitefloat Five Immortals, the Little White Fox, and so on, all experienced an upgrade in their own bloodline quality.

Afterward, Ye Feng looked at the remaining two massive carcasses, keeping the flesh for later use in crafting Spirit Beast Feed.

The bones were chopped down by Ye Feng and thrown into the Refinement Furnace, to be processed into white cubic bricks of hard material, an excellent material for crafting.

Next, Ye Feng enlarged the Upper Grade Refining Furnace to five meters tall, throwing a third of the bone bricks into it, adding one hundred and thirty-six Middle Grade Spirit Stones, and began a process of refinement that lasted half a day.

…

The next morning.

The sunlight spread everywhere, renewing everything.

“Sect Master Ye, it’s time to set off,” the Deputy City Lord arrived at the peak top, found Ye Feng, and said respectfully.

“This time Shi Lei will lead the team, and he has the authority to make substitutions. Since I have matters to deal with, I won’t be going,” Ye Feng ordered.

Shi Lei stepped forward, followed by Huo Yunjie, Mo Ying, and more than a dozen disciples.

“Uh… okay!”

The Deputy City Lord glanced at the five-meter-tall refining furnace, bowed to Ye Feng, and led Shi Lei and the disciples to meet up with others, then they headed for the hardwood-filled plain more than a hundred miles away.