The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Translator: 549690339

“Although there’s no furniture yet, the size of the room is still decent, just right for one person.”

Ye Feng stood in the small courtyard shaped like the Chinese character for ‘concave,’ looking at the numbers on each room door, his face betraying a sense of satisfaction.

Fifteen rooms, from “Room Zero” to “Room Fourteen.”

Room Zero was Ye Feng’s, positioned on the central axis.

“Room One” to “Room Eleven” were other disciples’ rooms. Except for the one that belonged to the fifth disciple, Shu Hongyu, which was empty, the rest were occupied.

The remaining three rooms were left vacant for now.

To make it more elegant, Master Li built latrines and a kitchen on either side of the courtyard, as well as auxiliary rooms like a woodshed.

Afterward, Master Li cleared away the debris and constructed quite a bit of furniture on-site, finally completing the project smoothly.

Now, the building area on the top of Misty Peak reached one-third.

For the remaining space, Ye Feng planned to save it for future construction of facilities like the Martial Arts Ground and Spirit Beast Pavilion.

“Having your own room is indeed wonderful!” Ye Feng arrived at the door of his “Room Zero.”

This room wasn’t the first one, but rather it was located on the central axis of the ‘concave’ shape, exactly in the middle, with Room Seven and Room Eight on either side, which meant it was between Jia Yulan and Xia He.

“Sect Master Ye, the construction here is basically complete. From now on, I’ll bring some gardeners over to plant spirit flowers and exotic grasses for the Misty Sect every now and then,” Master Li said.

“Thank you very much, Master Li.”

Ye Feng watched Master Li and his people leave, then returned to the newly refurbished Sect Leader’s Great Hall, feeling refreshed and in high spirits.

Suddenly, he remembered the spoils of war he had obtained near the timber camp in the woods.

Those items had to be dealt with secretly; he couldn’t use them himself, or it would be like playing with fire.

So, he called for Mo Ying.

“How can we deal with these items covertly?”

Ye Feng took out Zhao Dajiang’s Spirit Sword, waved it in front of Mo Ying, and then stowed it away.

Mo Ying thought for a moment and said, “There’s an underground market in Beacon Fire City where you can sell the spoils. Moreover, they don’t care about our identities, they only care about the goods, not the people.”

Ye Feng looked at Mo Ying intently, thinking to himself that she was truly an “experienced driver,” knowing exactly what to do.

“It’s better to dispose of these things as soon as possible.”

Ye Feng said.

Zhao Dajiang’s Spirit Sword was good, but once it was used, it could easily attract attention from those with ulterior motives.

Mo Ying glanced at the sky outside: “It’s already late; we can only go tomorrow morning at the earliest.”

“Alright.”

Ye Feng nodded.

The two of them were unaware that, a few dozen meters away at the edge of a cliff, a white giant ant was crouching.

“I’ve waited three days for those mortals to leave, still not sure when the right opportunity will come.” The Shape-shifting Beast was anxious.

But when it recalled the experience of being kicked down by Ye Feng while he was stretching a few days earlier, it felt that this Sect Leader was no simple matter.

So, it dared not get too close.

The next morning, before dawn.

The sky had yet to brighten when Ye Feng and Mo Ying stepped onto the Breeze-riding Sword, heading for Beacon Fire City to the east.

Originally, Ye Feng had planned to ride the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle over, as going back and forth four hundred miles relying solely on Mo Ying’s sword flying would be too exhausting.

But the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle was too conspicuous a target.

In the end, for safety, Ye Feng and Mo Ying chose to fly on the sword, hoping to make the round trip within the same day.

“Hey, those two have gone, my opportunity has arrived.” The Shape-shifting Beast, constantly watching the Misty Sect, realized that the most enigmatic Ye Feng had finally left the premises, and its eyes lit up with anticipation.

On the way.

Ye Feng noticed that the speed of the flying sword had increased significantly; it was probably because there were only two people standing on it.

“Given this speed, we should be able to reach Beacon Fire City within an hour,” Mo Ying said as she stood at the front, pinching a sword technique with her right hand.

“The speed’s pretty good!”

Ye Feng praised.

This speed was roughly ten meters per second, which was indeed fast, and the key advantage was that it took a straight line, which saved trouble.

“But this is under ideal conditions; with my current spiritual power, I can’t fly continuously for an hour,” Mo Ying’s words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Ye Feng.

“How much spiritual power do you need to replenish?” Ye Feng asked, producing five lower-grade spirit stones in his palm.

Ye Feng did not want to delay too much on the road, and even if it meant consuming a few spirit stones, it was worth it. Anyway, he wouldn’t lose out after selling the materials.

“Flying two hundred li would require three lower-grade spirit stones,” Mo Ying took only three stones, then fell silent.

“Three spirit stones for a hundred kilometers’ fuel?” Ye Feng complained internally as he put away the remaining two spirit stones.

For the rest of the journey, Mo Ying continuously controlled the flying sword to maintain a steady speed, while Ye Feng, utterly bored, looked around restlessly.

After flying fifty li, Mo Ying would take out a lower-grade spirit stone to replenish the expended energy.

Atop Misty Peak.

At this moment, convinced that Ye Feng would not return any time soon, the Shape-shifting Beast silently recited an incantation and transformed into a white mosquito, flying to the ear of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

Buzzing!

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, resting with eyes closed, suddenly heard the annoying sound of a mosquito by its ear.

Thus, with a “slap,” it flapped its wings and swatted away the mosquito-that-was-actually-the-Shape-shifting Beast, sending it flying to an unknown corner.

“Damn it!”

The Shape-shifting Beast flew back, transforming into an ant, planning to climb to the ear of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

But before it could climb up, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle felt a tickle, shook its wings, and the Shape-shifting Beast was swatted away again.

“I don’t believe this!”

The Shape-shifting Beast was persistent.

However, it could not approach the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle no matter what kind of insect it transformed into.

For a moment, its face was almost green with frustration.

Meanwhile, after expending three lower-grade spirit stones, Ye Feng and Mo Ying finally landed in front of an ancient city built entirely with reddish-black stone bricks.

This was Beacon Fire City.

Recent demonic beast disturbances had reduced the city’s population from over a hundred thousand to merely a hundred thousand. The pedestrians in the city were sparse, like frost-stricken eggplants, wilted.

Ye Feng and Mo Ying changed into black coats and donned black veiled hats before walking into the city.

Mo Ying, knowing her way around, took Ye Feng to a rundown grocery store and through a secret passageway into a gloomy underground corridor.

Various stalls lined both sides of the corridor, selling all kinds of demonic beast materials, as well as elixirs, spirit grasses, and more. Every stall owner was dressed similarly to Ye Feng, their true faces obscured.

Mo Ying did not linger in the corridor but led Ye Feng into a shop named “Wuxuan Pavilion.”

“Hey, we have guests. Are you here to buy or sell?” a fat man wrapped in a cloak came out and asked the two of them.

Ye Feng noticed that there seemed to be a layer of spiritual energy on the surface of the fat man’s cloak. When observed with Spirit Eyes, it displayed a variety of colors, making it impossible to discern their cultivation level.

At that moment, Ye Feng saw that Mo Ying seemed to be looking at him, so he said,

“Let’s sell first, and if you have anything good here, I might buy.”

“Alrighty!”

The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion chuckled, closed the door, and said, “You two can show me what you want to sell now.”