The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Cultivators with a slightly higher cultivation level can use their own spiritual fire or true fire, although there are many differences, they are essentially the same.

However, now Wang Ping’an’s method of stewing elixirs in an iron pot is completely different.

“So, it’s actually possible to refine elixirs like this,” murmured Mo Minxi, this being her first statement since arriving at Misty Sect today.

Clang!

Wang Ping’an kept stirring, then ceased the fire, scraped down the essence of the spiritual medicine from the sides of the pot, began washing the pot, filtering, stirring, settling, and then returned to stir-frying. Finally, he placed them into a wooden box to shake, turning them into elixir pills.

“A total of nine elixir pills, the quantity is quite decent.”

Wang Ping’an muttered to himself as he conjured spiritual fire in the palm of his hand, refining the elixirs until patterns appeared on their surfaces, crackling with energy.

Pop!

Pop!

Two of the elixirs burst one after the other, turning into ash. The remaining seven were very heat resistant, and after a quarter hour of refining, they finally emitted a rich medicinal fragrance and became genuine upper-grade Cultivation Qi Pills.

“Success!”

The disciples cheered.

Elder Hongmeng and Mo Minxi each picked up an elixir and found that their purity was extremely high and the quality was excellent, at least at a master’s level of refinement.

“Indescribably clever!” Elder Hongmeng exclaimed in praise.

“I’ve learned something new,” whispered Mo Minxi softly.

Ye Feng, with a smile, asked, “Elder Hongmeng, has the elixir aspect of the assessment passed?”

“Absolutely no problem,” Elder Hongmeng confirmed with certainty, “Next is artifact refining, of course, making talismans or inscribing formations would also work.”

She remembered that Ye Feng was capable of inscribing Miniature Cave-Heaven Arrays, which would allow him to directly pass this part of the appraisal, ready to give the result.

But at that moment, Gong Qingqiu stood out, and in a gentle voice said, “Next, this elder will personally inscribe the talisman.”

“A talisman? That works,” Elder Hongmeng nodded in agreement.

In the Elders’ Hall.

Gong Qingqiu stood in front of an old-fashioned square table, holding a brush with practiced skill as she meticulously drew array patterns on a blank beast skin talisman, her handwriting steady and graceful. Paired with her mature and beautiful countenance, it was pleasing to the eye.

The talisman was quickly made.

With Gong Qingqiu flicking the talisman to clear the ash, a light white talisman appeared before everyone.

“This is a middle-grade ‘Heavenly Thunder Talisman’ that can unleash three heavenly thunders. Even someone in the first level of the Element Gathering Realm could be instantly obliterated by it.”

Gong Qingqiu handed the talisman over to Elder Hongmeng.

Touching the talisman, Elder Hongmeng could feel the powerful aura of thunder within, knowing that if it erupted fully, even she would have to treat it seriously.

Returning the talisman to Gong Qingqiu, she praised, “You truly live up to your reputation as the all-rounder Elder Gong. Your skill in talisman crafting is extremely high. With this, Misty Sect has also met the requirements for artifact refining and talisman crafting.”

Ye Feng’s smile gradually blossomed, “It looks like our Misty Sect’s evaluation for the Star-Level Sect status won’t have any problems, will it?”

“Definitely no problems, it’s all good,” Elder Hongmeng nodded and pulled out a Golden Paper Crane, “I’ll send word now to the Sect Main Hall in County King City. Within three days, there will be an elder who’ll come to perform the appraisal.”

“Many thanks!” Ye Feng bowed in gratitude.

Elder Hongmeng didn’t stay for long. After exchanging a few words with Ye Feng, she released the Golden Paper Crane and then left through the skies with Mo Minxi.

Looking at the sky, Ye Feng’s face was full of smiles.

The disciples all clenched their fists, excited and full of anticipation.

“Sect Master, we can make further preparations in the next few days to welcome the Elder from County King City in the best possible state.” Gong Qingqiu’s smile was as bright as flowers.

If the Misty Sect were to be promoted to a Star-Level Sect, her efforts would be indispensable, and it would be something to be proud of and take pride in.

“Alright, everyone make further preparations… By the way, how can the disciples of our Misty Sect not have their own uniform attire?”

Ye Feng slapped his forehead, realizing this point.

The disciples of other sects either wore unified red long skirts, or azure clothes, or they were clad in black armor, looking quite imposing.

The disciples of the Misty Sect, however, wore a variety of odd and mismatched clothes, which was quite uncoordinated.

“I can take care of the uniform attire,” Gong Qingqiu volunteered, “but it might have to wait until after the Star-Level Sect evaluation is complete.”

As the former “chief steward” of Shuiyang City, she had the most experience in this area.

“Then I will leave it to Elder Gong; thank you.” Ye Feng nodded.

…

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Above the two peaks of the Misty Sect, spiritual energy floated about, and greenery was abundant. Even though it was winter, the Mystique Kingdom was situated in the south, so the weather was not cold at all. There was no question of heavy snow, not even frost.

At this moment, Ye Feng was watering the flowers.

The summits of Misty Peak and Feilai Peak were now filled with rings of colorful flowers and plants, which were watered daily with Spirit Spring Water and grew vigorously.

“Sect Master Ye, I am Mo Wen from County King City, an Elder. I have heard that your sect is about to undertake the Star-Level Sect evaluation and have specially rushed over,”

a warm and old voice came from the sky.

“They’ve finally come!” Ye Feng quickly put down his watering can and soared into the sky, where he saw seven figures.

The one leading was an old man with white hair and beard, with a cultivation level of ninth level in the Element Gathering Realm, far surpassing that of Elder Hongmeng.

On the old man’s left and right stood two middle-aged men with extraordinary aura. One was at the fifth level of the Element Gathering Realm, while the other, although his presence seemed on par with the fifth level of the Element Gathering Realm, had an aura that made Ye Feng feel familiar.

This was Divine Sense Power!

Noticing Ye Feng’s gaze, Han Er’s expression grew tense.

The leading Mo Wen smiled and introduced, “Given the special circumstances of your sect, the Sect Main Hall Master of our County King City personally sent me here, accompanied by Elders Han Er, Zhou Weiran. The four behind us are in charge of recording and registration.”

The name “Han Er” exploded in Ye Feng’s mind.

“The Divine Race individual Han San, whom I killed in the Taiyue Mountain Range, wrote a ‘Divine Race’s Diary,’ noting that there were three Divine Race members infiltrated into the Mystique Kingdom, the other two being Han Yi and Han Er. No wonder this person’s aura felt familiar; he really is from the Divine Race.” Ye Feng was profoundly shocked.

He had never expected to encounter Han Er today.

Then, the round-faced Elder Zhou Weiran smiled and said, “Sect Master Ye, Elder Mo Wen is our Sect Main Hall’s Great Elder. Hearing that your sect was undergoing the Star-Level Sect evaluation, our Hall Master especially dispatched him, which shows the high regard we have for your sect.”

“So it’s the Great Elder, I apologize for any disrespect!” Ye Feng responded with a salute.

“There’s no need to be so formal, Sect Master Ye. You are indeed a very important person in the eyes of our Hall Master. In your presence, we are all juniors,” Mo Wen replied respectfully.

Although Ye Feng was very young, his strength was truly formidable.

Without mentioning anything else, just the fact that he eliminated the Demon King Huyuan during his battle at the Liuyun Sect had already shaken the entire Southern River Basin.

Not many may know of the Misty Sect, but certainly, Ye Feng’s name was well-known.

Mo Wen, who was merely at the ninth level of the Element Gathering Realm, didn’t dare to put on airs in front of Ye Feng.

Han Er, who had been under Ye Feng’s scrutiny for a long time, now lowered his head, secretly worried, “Why does Ye Feng of the Misty Sect seem a bit strange? His body seems to pulsate with Divine Sense Power—could it be that he has also cultivated the ‘Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique’?”

Han Er hadn’t wanted to come, but he happened to meet the Sect Main Hall Master, who was also enjoying performances at Goulan, and got assigned to this task.

“Sect Master Ye, in order not to take up too much of your time, shall we begin the evaluation for your sect to see if it can become a Star-Level Sect?” Mo Wen asked tentatively.