The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Translator: 549690339

“Stop!”

Above the Fenhuo River, a loud shout suddenly rang out, filled with strong fluctuations of spiritual energy.

Everyone turned toward the source of the sound, only to see a flying boat that was ten meters long and three meters wide, its entirety shimmering with spiritual light, floating more than three meters above the surface of the water and speeding towards them.

Wherever it passed, even the river water surged into waves.

Standing at the prow were three young cultivators dressed in cloud-white long robes, two men and one woman. They made no attempt to conceal their robust auras.

Qi Refinement Ninth Level!

All of them were holding a lower-grade spirit sword in their hands, their eyes bright and their spines erect – they were unmistakably sect disciples.

“Xieguang Stronghold Leader, your stronghold has just been flattened by the three of us, brothers and sister. Surrender now!” shouted the youth in the lead, with his starry eyes and sword-like eyebrows.

“Flattened Xieguang Stronghold?”

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader’s eyes bulged, realizing that the flying boat had come exactly from Xieguang Mountain on the opposite side of the river. Could it be that, in the short time he was away, his entire stronghold had been destroyed?

Shaking with anger, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader saw that these three were not to be trifled with, their approach fierce, and he turned and vanished into the dense forest, disappearing from sight.

“As the green hills last and the clear waters flow, you all wait for me!”

A voice filled with resentment echoed continuously in the forest, causing the three sect disciples to show faces full of anger as they shouted loudly, “Don’t think of escaping!”

Upon seeing this, Ye Feng’s expression turned ugly, and he felt somewhat frustrated.

He clearly could have joined forces with Mo Ying to take down the Xieguang Stronghold Leader at the peak of Qi Refinement Ninth Level and then smoothly claim three lower-grade spiritual artifacts.

However, with a single shout from these three, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader ran away without looking back.

Ye Feng felt incredibly vexed!

Soon, the three sect disciples had arrived at the riverbank on the flying boat. The leader flashed a white token engraved with the words “Liuyun” and said:

“You two need not worry. We are Liuyun Inner Sect Disciples. My name is Xin Guangxuan, this is my junior brother Dong Qiang, and junior sister Pang Haiyun. The one just now was the Xieguang Stronghold Leader, and we have driven him away.”

Had he not mentioned it, it would have been fine, but the words “driven away” made Ye Feng feel even more frustrated.

He was about to berate Xin Guangxuan and his two companions furiously when he suddenly noticed the “Liuyun” on the token – wasn’t this from the Liuyun Sect thousands of miles away?

That was a one-star sect on par with the Qingyun Sect, inhabited by numerous powerful beings at the Element Gathering Realm.

A bit too strong to be provoked for the time being!

Moreover, Xin Guangxuan had come with the intention of rescuing them, initially out of kindness, so Ye Feng could only silently curse his bad luck. Besides, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader had only run away; they might encounter him again in the future.

Thinking this, Ye Feng gave a perfunctory bow and said, somewhat listlessly, “So, you are disciples from the Liuyun Sect. Thanks for just now.”

Boom!

At that moment, a loud bursting sound accompanied by someone’s muffled groan came from a distance.

“That sounds like the Third Elder!” exclaimed Xin Guangxuan, looking in the direction of the noise as he gripped his sword tightly.

But before anyone could react, they saw an old figure with white hair and beard flying rapidly through the air and crashing down onto the sandy shore of the river like a meteor.

“It’s the Third Elder!”

The three Liuyun Sect disciples hurried over to help up the old man, whose face was as pale as death.

“It’s the Third Elder of the Liuyun Sect, at the second level of Element Gathering,” whispered Mo Ying, standing beside Ye Feng.

“You know even this?” Ye Feng said, surprised.

At this time, the Third Elder of the Liuyun Sect extended his hand, pointing weakly into the depths of the forest, and said, “The Fanged Mad Pig is battling with the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile, it’s dangerous, quick… get away!”

After speaking, the Third Elder fell unconscious.

“Elder, don’t die on us!” the small-eyed male disciple named “Dong Qiang” vigorously shook the Third Elder, preparing to pinch his philtrum in hopes of reviving him.

“Hey, stop shaking him! If you keep going, you might shake the life out of the Elder,” warned the round-faced, explosively curvy female disciple “Pang Haiyun,” promptly pulling Dong Qiang away.

The most composed and steady Xin Guangxuan immediately took out a dark red elixir and administered it to the Third Elder, whose breathing gradually stabilized, but he remained unconscious.

Unbeknownst to them, a shadow was slowly approaching underwater, twenty meters away from the shore.

Mo Ying and Ye Feng stood to one side, debating whether they should leave immediately, for if the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile were to fight their way over, they would be in trouble.

Splash!

Suddenly, a shadow burst from the water, lunging to bite the Liuyun Sect’s Third Elder, while a strong surge of demonic energy unleashed, overwhelming everyone present with a formidable sense of oppression.

“It’s a Black Patterned Serpent Demon!”

“Looks like it’s at the peak of the High-rank Demon Soldier Level.”

“No, it seems to have reached the Transformation Stage; its power is far beyond the peak of the ninth layer of Qi Refinement.”

The three Liuyun Sect disciples, well-trained, brandished their spirit swords and slashed at the Black Patterned Serpent Demon.

“Measly three at the peak of Qi Refinement, scatter!”

The Black Patterned Serpent Demon scoffed, transforming into a half-snake, half-human form with a tail tougher than fine steel, and with a sweeping blow, it sent Xin Guangxuan and the other two disciples flying.

Afterwards, the Black Patterned Serpent Demon eyed the unconscious Liuyun Sect’s Third Elder, licking its lips involuntarily.

That was a being comparable to a Demon General, a strong practitioner of the Human Race at the Element Gathering Realm that had been heavily wounded in the fierce battle between the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile, yet whose vitality remained robust. Devouring him would allow it to ascend smoothly to the status of a Demon General!

With this thought, the Black Patterned Serpent Demon bit toward the Liuyun Sect’s Third Elder, meanwhile, its long tail swept out, trying to crush the obstructing Ye Feng and Mo Ying.

“Be careful!”

Xin Guangxuan, lying at a distance, shouted a warning, his hands forming seals, commanding his flying sword to lunge at high speed, only to be deflected by the Black Patterned Serpent Demon.

“It’s over!” Xin Guangxuan’s pupils contracted, thinking that Ye Feng and Mo Ying would be crushed by the Snake Demon.

But the next moment, the Black Patterned Serpent Demon found itself stuck less than half a meter from the Liuyun Sect’s Third Elder, inexplicably unable to move forward.

It abruptly turned only to realize that its tail had been caught by Ye Feng, the mortal.

“You practice Body Cultivation? Then I shall devour you first!” The Black Patterned Serpent Demon suddenly spun around, its hands transforming into serpent heads, biting at Ye Feng’s shoulder.

Clang!

At that moment, Mo Ying, Xin Guangxuan, and the others simultaneously maneuvered their spirit swords to strike the Black Patterned Serpent Demon, only to produce a few sparks.

“It’s so hard!”

Xin Guangxuan could hardly believe it.

He had practiced the Sect’s Auxiliary Cultivation Method, the “Liuyun Technique,” and his power exceeded that of ordinary peak Qi Refinement practitioners. Moreover, this strike was stronger than before, yet it couldn’t even break through the Black Patterned Serpent Demon’s defense.

Thump!

At this moment, Ye Feng had already started smashing the Black Patterned Serpent Demon against the ground; his actions were fast and fierce, with no trace of mercy. In moments, the area was littered with dozens of large pits.

Yet, the Black Patterned Serpent Demon was only dazed, not at all injured.

“This… this strong?”

“So, even if we hadn’t made a move, this man could have taken care of the Xieguang Stronghold Leader!”

“Is this the power of Body Cultivation?”

Xin Guangxuan and the other three disciples’ eyes widened, and the female disciple Pang Haiyun’s face turned red, deeming Ye Feng to be a true man.

“I want you dead!”

The Black Patterned Serpent Demon, consumed by rage from being pounded, reverted to its Serpent Demon form, releasing a terrifying demonic energy that burst forth like a storm, causing sand and dust to whirl wildly around them.