The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Translator: 549690339

Under the blanket of night.

Jia Yulan, carrying an unconscious mysterious woman, stepped onto a pink petal-like flying bird and rushed toward Misty Peak.

Ever since she cultivated “Falling Blooms in Profusion” to Perfection, and then started on The Second Qi Sea, Middle Volume, her Qi Sea’s capacity was far beyond her peers. She could fly continuously for at least a hundred li without running out of energy midway.

Soon, she arrived at Misty Peak.

It was the beginning of the Hai hour, around nine o’clock in the evening. Disciples had just finished their cultivation of The Second Qi Sea, Middle Volume, and were walking out of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall when they happened to see Jia Yulan.

“Seventh junior sister, who is this?”

Shi Lei noticed Jia Yulan cradling a ragged stranger who was deeply asleep and asked.

“Here’s what happened…”

After Jia Yulan explained the situation, everyone learned about the close call the woman had and couldn’t help but clench their fists, cursing the establishment of Goulan.

“What happened?”

Ye Feng walked over from the back courtyard.

He had returned to Misty Peak that afternoon and, finding Jia Yulan still not back, temporarily stored the spiritual medicine seeds in the System Space.

“Yu Lan, weren’t you at the City Lord’s Mansion’s Scripture Pavilion reading? How did you end up bringing back a girl too? Could this be the ‘Yan Ruyu in the book’ from the legends?” Ye Feng joked.

Jia Yulan recounted her encounter with the woman once more. Ye Feng’s eyes lit up upon hearing about the girl’s talent of regenerating grass, “I’ve decided, let’s make her a disciple of Misty Sect!”

“Really?” Jia Yulan was delighted.

Ye Feng nodded, “A sect can’t just consist of a few of us, right? Of course, we should continue to take in disciples. However, Misty Sect doesn’t care about numbers. What’s most important is character, talent and root bone come second.”

“Then I’ll go clean her up and change her into clean clothes. We’ll talk when she wakes up,” Jia Yulan said, holding the mysterious woman and preparing to head to the guest room.

“Cough cough cough…”

The mysterious woman suddenly coughed, her long eyelashes trembling as she opened her bright, clear eyes, instinctively trying to resist.

But when the woman caught sight of Ye Feng, she felt a deep sense of familiarity and closeness from her soul as if there was some bond between them. She asked weakly, “Where is this?”

“This is Misty Peak, the stronghold of our Misty Sect. You’ll be safe here,” Jia Yulan replied.

The woman weakly asked, “Why am I here?”

“You were unconscious in the alley, and I rescued you,” Jia Yulan didn’t mention the people from Goulan.

“Water… I’m so thirsty,” the woman suddenly said.

Jia Yulan quickly helped the woman to the side of the Spiritual Spring.

The woman took a sip of the Spirit Spring Water and her pale complexion immediately turned rosy. She seemed to regain some strength, gulping down the water voraciously, astounding the onlookers.

After a while, the woman stood up, patted her still flat stomach, and said with satisfaction, “That was filling!”

“I’ve never seen anyone get full just by drinking water!” Ouyang Yu watched the woman in amazement, broadening his horizons.

At this moment, although the woman’s clothes were still tattered, she looked very spirited, exuding a unique beauty.

The crowd took this opportunity to get a clear look at the woman’s face.

Her individual features might not be considered beautiful, but combined into one face, the look was quite appealing.

If Jia Yulan’s beauty could be rated at 95 points, this woman would certainly score 85. Moreover, no matter how one looked at her, she would never tire the eyes. In fact, one might even start thinking of what to name their children after looking at her for a while.

Ye Feng found the woman quite strange; while her appearance was unfamiliar, he felt as though he had seen her somewhere before. Thus he asked, “What’s your name?”

“Name… What’s that? Can it be eaten?” the woman blinked and naively asked as if she knew nothing.

Ye Feng was about to ask the woman about her origins, but thought it better to recruit her as a sect disciple first. That way, he could directly obtain her information. So he changed tack and asked, “Would you like to join my sect?”

Ever since the Misty Sect had been recognized by the system and promoted to a higher status, Ye Feng found the number of disciples listed changed to [10/25].

Although it was only a pitiful increase of fifteen spots, considering the size of Misty Peak, it was quite decent to recruit up to 25 disciples since it couldn’t accommodate too many people at once.

Moreover, Ye Feng knew that with the way the system worked, it would definitely screen potential disciples to exclude those with ill intentions.

Therefore, the recruitment process couldn’t be too fast.

“Can I drink this water every day?” The woman clasped her fingers tightly, a look of nervousness on her face.

“Of course you can, drink as much as you like,” Ye Feng nodded.

The woman, looking at the familiar-feeling Ye Feng, obediently murmured “Hmm” in agreement to join the Misty Sect.

“Very good, follow me!”

Ye Feng led everyone to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall and seated himself with a sense of ceremony at the main seat. He took out the Book of Names.

“Since you don’t have a name, how about I give you one?” Ye Feng asked while holding a brush.

“Okay,” replied the woman. She didn’t know what a name was, but she still nodded.

“Since it was Yu Lan who found her on the way to reading, let’s call her ‘Yan Ruyu’!”

Muttering to himself, Ye Feng wrote the name Yan Ruyu onto the list. The next moment, a system notification sound echoed in his mind.

*Ding*, “Accepted Registered Disciple ‘Yan Ruyu’, Upper Grade talent, no cultivation level yet, possesses a ‘Life Spirit Body’ formed congenitally that can store over a hundred times more spiritual energy than her own realm, and has talents such as healing and growth. She does not need to eat; merely replenishing spiritual energy will prevent hunger.”

Hearing the system’s prompt, Ye Feng nearly threw his brush away in shock. His eyes widened as he thought, “Damn… That’s a pretty thoughtful system. My new disciple is so powerful? Growth and healing talents… Misty Sect finally has a healer!”

Speaking to himself, Ye Feng glanced at Yan Ruyu and thought she was indeed a “healer”—quite grand in stature, to say the least.

The system offered no response.

Ye Feng then thought, “System, why do I feel like Yan Ruyu seems familiar?”

The system indicated, “After analysis, Yan Ruyu is a reborn individual, the former owner of the Five Elements Spirit Bead. Due to some reason, she permanently lost her memories of her previous life soon after her rebirth, and her appearance and stature were altered during the reshaping of her Life Spirit Body. She has no connection to her former life.”

“It’s actually her!”

Ye Feng’s thoughts churned like a stormy sea. When he looked again at Yan Ruyu, he saw her tilting her head, looking at him with a curious expression.

The disciples noticed Ye Feng’s face changing colors several times within a short span, as if he were engaged in a fierce battle of wits with the air, leaving them puzzled.

*Gurgle~*

Just at that moment, Ye Feng’s stomach growled from hunger, initiating a chain reaction as the other disciples’ stomachs followed suit.

Quick-witted, Ye Feng immediately said, “See? It’s not just me who’s suffering from hunger!”

Upon hearing this, the disciples presumed the changes in Ye Feng’s complexion were due to hunger and thought nothing more of it.

Jia Yulan seized the opportunity to stand out. “I went home today and just happened to pack lots of delicious food for everyone.”

With that, she took out a feast from her storage belt.

Ye Feng grinned mischievously, pulling his own bowl and chopsticks from the system space, “Hehe, I’ll start first!”

“Ah! Reporting the Sect Leader for hacking.”

“I’m rushing to the kitchen to get bowls and chopsticks!”

“I’ll dig in with my hands!”

Some dashed to the kitchen while others grabbed whole plates to themselves, scrambling and vying in a manner that actually seemed quite harmonious.

Watching the scene, Yan Ruyu smiled idiotically, her smile full of infinite tenderness, imparting to the disciples a wonderful feeling, as

if the fog had lifted to reveal the sun, and the warmth of spring had

brought the blossoming of flowers.