The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

“Absolutely certain!”

The old City Lord grasped Ye Feng’s hands with a face full of age and hope, “Currently, only Ye Feng, the Chosen One, is qualified to take the position of City Lord in Whitefloat City.”

“No, I’m not cut out to be the City Lord,” Ye Feng shook his head like a rattle drum at the thought of the countless troubles he’d be facing if he became City Lord.

“You think it’s troublesome, Sect Master Ye? If that’s the case, you could just be a figurehead, I can retire to the role of Deputy City Lord and manage the city for you,” the old City Lord urged with some anxiety.

If Ye Feng really didn’t want it, the newly built Whitefloat City might not only get reclaimed by County King City but also divided among other Star-Level Forces.

The Deputy City Lord turned a strange shade when he heard that the old City Lord wanted to manage the whole city.

In recent years, the old City Lord had spent ninety percent of his time in seclusion, and all major and minor city affairs had been managed by the Deputy City Lord. If the old City Lord were to take over, it would probably end in a mess.

Ye Feng sat on a stone bench, pondering for a long time before asking, “What’s the downside to becoming the City Lord?”

“There are no downsides, only benefits!” The old City Lord switched to persuasion mode, “Think about it, Sect Master Ye, once you become the City Lord, for two to three hundred miles around, you would be the sky. Wouldn’t you have every bit of land and all the beauties at your disposal?”

Ye Feng was somewhat tempted, but still waved his hands repeatedly, “No, I’m not that kind of person!”

Becoming the City Lord seemed glamorous, but Ye Feng did not understand the intricacies involved. It was better to be cautious; he didn’t want the painstakingly established Misty Sect to collapse because of this.

“How about this, Sect Master Ye can assume the position of Supreme Elder within the City Lord’s Mansion,” the Deputy City Lord chimed in with a suggestion, familiar as he was with city management, “Star-Level Sects are audited only once every ten years. By that time, you simply need to show your face and demonstrate a little skill.”

“Audited once every ten years?” Ye Feng stroked his chin, thinking that might be acceptable.

“The last audit of Whitefloat City was nine years ago, and the next one could be as early as next spring,” Lu Shanyue coughed, reminding him.

Hearing this, Ye Feng grimaced.

Seeing how Ye Feng was not swayed by anything, both the Deputy City Lord and the City Lord were getting anxious.

“I’ve always had a question!” Suddenly, Ye Feng lifted a finger, interrupting the old City Lord about to speak, “What if I manage to make Misty Sect a One-star Sect before the audit next spring?”

Upon hearing this, the people exchanged glances.

Only to hear the City Lord say, “Each One-star Sect can govern up to three hundred miles of territory. If Misty Sect truly advances to a One-star Sect, then Whitefloat City, having lost its Star-Level Sect status, will naturally become a subsidiary city to Misty Sect.”

“Is that so?” Ye Feng’s eyes brightened with an idea, “Before the audit next spring, I’ll try my best to elevate Misty Sect to a Star-Level Sect.”

“And if you can’t?” the Deputy City Lord frowned.

Ye Feng stood up, hands behind his back, looking into the distance, “If I can’t, then please address me as City Lord by that time!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Ye Feng had already soared into the sky, flying towards Misty Peak.

The old City Lord, Deputy City Lord, Lu Shanyue, and six others sat at the stone table, echoing Ye Feng’s statement “please address me as City Lord,” finding it somewhat amusing.

Midair.

Ye Feng’s thoughts were in turmoil.

In truth, he wanted to become the City Lord of Whitefloat, but for now, building up Misty Sect was the top priority. Once Misty Sect was promoted to a Star-Level Sect and Whitefloat became its subsidiary, it would be much safer.

After all, one can never fully trust another, and Ye Feng didn’t dare place too much trust in the old City Lord.

With this in mind, Ye Feng increased his speed.

Unbeknownst to him, at the edge of Whitefloat City below, there was a family that specialized in pig farming.

At this moment, in the pigpen,

a strong young man was pouring pig feed into the pen for the dozen or so pigs using a wooden ladle.

The youth was unaware that a wisp of black smoke had come up behind him, revealing the cold face of Souhun Zhenren.

“Such a robust body! It seems to have decent innate talent as well. After I possess it, I will definitely be able to make a comeback… although I am but a fragment of a soul now, possessing this young man should be more than sufficient.”

Thinking of this, Souhun Zhenren’s remnant soul suddenly charged towards the young boy.

Gurgle gurgle!

The pigs in the pen seemed to sense some danger, running around chaotically. The boy staggered, his wooden ladle flying from his hand and accidentally hitting Souhun Zhenren’s remnant soul, knocking it to the ground where a Little Piggy sucked it in.

“Damn! Has the old man actually taken possession of a pig?”

Souhun Zhenren opened his eyes and saw a completely different world around him, feeling an urge to bash his head in.

Gurgle gurgle!

The Little Piggy that Souhun Zhenren had become kept bumping into the boy’s feet, venting its inner rage.

“Little piggy, what’s wrong with you? Didn’t you eat enough?” The boy grabbed the Little Piggy, flicked its nose, and then picked up the wooden ladle, filling it with a good amount of pig food, which Souhun Zhenren angrily devoured.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng was pleased to see his disciples all striving hard in their practice, and was just about to lie down when he noticed Li Jiaojiao sitting by the Spiritual Spring, scooping water with a pout on her face as if she had been wronged.

“Jiaojiao, what happened?”

Ye Feng approached Li Jiaojiao and asked softly.

Li Jiaojiao quickly stood up.

“Sect Master Uncle, hello!” After a moment’s hesitation, Li Jiaojiao expressed her dilemma, “I’ve been thinking about how to make delicious dishes that can enhance one’s cultivation level, but despite many attempts, I always fail.”

“Failure is the mother of success, a few more failures won’t hurt. After all, it lets you accumulate experience from those failures. What you need to do is to remain calm and keep trying until you succeed.” Ye Feng turned into a motivational speaker, instantly boosting Li Jiaojiao’s spirits.

“Yes, I will!” Li Jiaojiao nodded.

However, Li Jiaojiao’s spirits quickly deflated again, and she sat down on a pavilion bench, propping up her chin with her hands.

“But I still can’t take the first step towards becoming a Spirit Chef, I always feel a bit anxious, and I can’t relax.”

After a moment of thought, Ye Feng asked, “Do you miss home?”

“Yes, a little,” Li Jiaojiao nodded.

“Then go home and have a look! I’ve heard you’re the only cultivator in your whole village, with the hopes of all your fellow villagers pinned on you. Visit home to take a break; it might calm your mind and bring inspiration.” Ye Feng patted Li Jiaojiao’s shoulder, his face bearing a refreshing smile.

“Really?” Li Jiaojiao looked skeptical.

“Would I lie to you?” Ye Feng spread his hands and retorted.

“Okay, I’ll go home and try it out, thank you, Sect Master Uncle!” Li Jiaojiao jumped up excitedly and hugged Ye Feng, who hurriedly peeled her off.

“Jiaojiao is going home?”

Before long, the news spread throughout the Misty Sect.

The lively Long Tianxing couldn’t sit still and leapt three feet in the air, excitedly saying, “Sect Master, I was thinking… mmph mmph!”

Before he could finish his words, Ye Feng immediately covered Long Tianxing’s mouth and said sternly, “No, you weren’t thinking!”

“Sect Master, let me accompany Senior Sister Jiaojiao!” Jia Yulan stood up. “I’ve already broken through to the Peak of the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, and I’ve hit a bottleneck. Maybe traveling will help me break through.”

“Go ahead!” Ye Feng nodded. “But remember, Jiaojiao’s hometown is a bit far from here, so you’ll ride together on the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.”

“Wow!” Brother Flathead roared, pounding his chest with his claw.

Ye Feng facepalmed, feeling quite helpless, and said, “Alright! Brother Flathead can go too, but don’t get into a fight unless it’s absolutely necessary!”

At those words, Brother Flathead flashed a mischievous smile.

Li Jiaojiao quickly packed her things, picked up the Little White Fox, and together with Jia Yulan and Brother Flathead, they jumped onto the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle. Facing the cool breeze, they set off with excitement on their faces.