The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

“How is Yun Jie doing?” Shi Lei was also very concerned about Huo Yunjie’s safety.

“He’s injured,” Mu Ruxue said, causing the expressions of the Misty Sect disciples to change dramatically.

Ye Feng asked in a deep voice, “What happened to Yun Jie?”

“Huo Yunjie arrived at the Ancient Town of Quicksand and was pursued by a Flying Frenzy Lizard at the Transformation Stage, sustaining severe injuries and falling into a coma. I, Sword Child, saved him, so his life is no longer in danger. He should be recovering in the town by now,” Mu Ruxue briefly explained the situation.

Upon hearing that Huo Yunjie was not in grave danger, the disciples all breathed a sigh of relief.

Ye Feng relaxed and said with clasped hands, “It turns out that Sword Child saved Yun Jie, thank you very much!”

“He is a sword dao genius who has grasped a very powerful Sword Drawing Technique. It’s a pity he hasn’t fully succeeded yet; otherwise, with his strength alone, he could’ve slain the Flying Frenzy Lizard. I intervened to save him because I didn’t want to see such a talent perish. If I hadn’t, the world would have lost a future sword dao master.”

Having said this, Mu Ruxue gave Ye Feng a clasped-hand salute, “I have urgent matters to attend to and must take my leave now.”

“Thank you for coming all the way to inform us. Please take care, Sword Child,” Ye Feng said as he opened the Misty Area, allowing Mu Ruxue and her four maids to soar into the sky, flying southward.

“Big cousin, don’t leave!” Xie Jiaren hurriedly waved her hand, but Mu Ruxue was already far away.

Mo Ying, watching Mu Ruxue’s retreating figure, remembered what Shu Hongyu had said the night before and thought to herself that Mu Ruxue must be in a hurry to get back to the Divine Wind Sword Sect to receive guests like Shu Hongyu.

“So you have such an impressive cousin,” Ye Feng retracted his gaze and turned to Xie Jiaren, “You came this time specifically to deliver High-Grade Spirit Beast Feed, right?”

“Of course!”

Xie Jiaren rolled up her sleeves, revealing ten storage bracelets, and placed fifteen huge barrels on the ground, each filled with fragrant High-Grade Spirit Beast Feed.

“That’s a total of fifteen thousand catties. Another fifteen thousand catties I plan to sell back at the sect, and after earning some money, we can split it,” Xie Jiaren said as she winked at Ye Feng.

“Great. Do you have anything else, Fellow Daoist Xie?” Ye Feng placed his hands on Xie Jiaren’s shoulders, ready to “send her off.”

“Sect Master Ye, you heartbreaker, I specially brought you Spirit Beast Feed, and you won’t even offer me a cup of tea…” Xie Jiaren pouted, deliberately showing a very sad expression.

Ten minutes later, in the high sky.

Xie Jiaren, holding a cup of hot tea, watched Ye Feng descend towards the peak and shivered with indignation. She drank the tea in one gulp and spat out, “He has no sense of romance at all; does tea really just mean tea?”

Pang Haiyun floated nearby, secretly laughing, saying nothing.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng looked at the fifteen barrels of High-Grade Spirit Beast Feed, his smile so wide it wouldn’t close.

In fact, Ye Feng would have been happy to invite Xie Jiaren to stay as a guest.

But the thought of Xie Jiaren’s carefree personality and periodic idiocy made Ye Feng worry she might tear down Misty Peak, so he decided it was best to send her off quickly for safety’s sake.

“Sect Master Uncle, with so much Spirit Beast Feed, Little White and the others will be able to break through to the middle and high-rank Demon Soldier Level quickly,” Li Jiaojiao said as she grabbed a handful of feed to give to the Little White Fox in her arms.

“This is fifteen thousand catties of High-Grade Spirit Beast Feed, plus the previous three thousand catties, it’s enough for the Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts to eat for a long time,” Ye Feng said, his face shadowed with concern when he thought of Huo Yunjie still recuperating in the Ancient Town of Quicksand.

“Sect Leader, do you need me to go heal Second Senior Brother?” Nanny Yan Ruyu took the initiative to approach Ye Feng.

Ye Feng remembered that Yan Ruyu’s mission was to cultivate Spirit Medicine and treat at least one injured disciple. Now that Huo Yunjie was injured, this was a rare opportunity.

Therefore, Ye Feng nodded, “I’ve decided to go to the Ancient Town of Quicksand today. Ru Yu, you will come with me.”

“Okay!” Yan Ruyu nodded obediently.

“I really want to go too!” Long Tian Xing said weakly.

Ye Feng gently slapped Long Tian Xing on the head and said, “You will help Shi Lei with building the sect. Ru Yu and I going together will be enough.”

“Sect Leader, let me go too!” Mo Ying volunteered, “Having been through this period of training, I’ve found that my bottleneck has slightly loosened. If I can experience more outside, I will be ready to start preparing for the Element Gathering Realm.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng slapped his forehead, “I almost forgot, I haven’t bought the second volume of “Five Qi Dynasty Yuan” yet. It’s said to cost only a thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones, which isn’t expensive. I’ll buy it while we’re out.”

“Hmm,” Mo Ying nodded.

An hour later.

A somewhat ancient spirit boat flew hundreds of meters above the ground, much faster than ordinary sword flying.

Ye Feng sat at the bow, while Yan Ruyu obediently massaged his shoulders.

Mo Ying stood in the middle of the spirit boat, holding a flying sword, vigilantly observing her surroundings.

This spirit boat was obtained when they killed the avatar of Souhun Zhenren, and after embedding several spirit stones, it could fly at high speeds.

“According to this speed, we should arrive at Ancient Town of Quicksand by this afternoon,” Ye Feng said, holding a map and analyzing their progress.

The afterglow of the setting sun dyed half the sky red.

In Ancient Town of Quicksand, inside a quiet and elegant courtyard.

Huo Yunjie lay on a jade platform, feeling numb all over. Although most of his injuries had healed, the meridians throughout his body still hadn’t recovered and ached slightly.

Baixue Ding walked over with a bowl of medicinal soup.

“Yunjie, it’s time for your medicine.”

“What kind of medicine is this?”

“It’s a spiritual medicine specifically for soothing meridians. The effect is decent, it should speed up your recovery by thirty percent.”

“Thank you!”

After drinking the medicine, Huo Yunjie indeed felt much more comfortable. Looking out the window, his mind kept replaying the details of drawing the sword last night, his eyes flickering with insight.

“So, I need to concentrate all my spiritual power to be able to burst forth with sword light, but what’s the principle behind this?”

“Right… compression!”

“Both sword light and sword qi are a form of rapidly compressed energy. As a cultivator, I can compress the spiritual energy and condense it onto the sword blade, instantly striking out to unleash a terrifying destructive force.”

“Unfortunately, my cultivation is not enough yet, I can only draw the Cold Light Sword out by a foot.”

Thinking this, Huo Yunjie found his thoughts becoming clearer. As long as his body fully recovered, he could continue to practice, until he mastered the real Sword Drawing Technique.

Thud, thud, thud!

A series of footsteps approached.

The next moment, to his astonishment, Huo Yunjie found Ye Feng, Yan Ruyu, and Mo Ying standing at the door; he rubbed his eyes, “Strange, am I seeing things?”

“Who are these three?” Baixue Ding also saw Ye Feng and the others, promptly asking.

Upon hearing the question, Huo Yunjie excitedly sat up straight, “Sect Master Uncle, is it really you?”

After listening to Huo Yunjie, Baixue Ding covered her mouth with her hand, “So this is Sect Master Ye of Misty Sect? He looks so young!”

“We heard you were injured, so we rushed over,” Ye Feng looked at Huo Yunjie, and noticing he was not missing any limbs, his expression gradually relaxed, then he turned to Baixue Ding, “Are you Baixue Ding, the Sect Leader of Quicksand Sect?”

“Indeed, I am the junior. I pay my respects to Sect Master Ye,” Baixue Ding quickly bowed in salute.

Ye Feng nodded in acknowledgment.

After arriving in Ancient Town of Quicksand, Ye Feng had inquired about the situation and was aware of what happened the night before.

Even the address of this small courtyard was obtained by asking the townspeople.

Ye Feng walked up to Baixue Ding and took out a cloth bag, handing it over, “Here are one hundred lower-grade spirit stones, as thanks for taking care of Yunjie.”

“Sect Master Ye, I can’t accept this!” Baixue Ding repeatedly waved her hands, refusing.