The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

The three disciples who received the Qingfeng Sword expressed their gratitude.

Ouyang Feng channeled his spiritual energy through the Qingfeng Sword, leaving behind his mark.

Then, with a clench of his hand into a sword art, the Qingfeng Sword suddenly expanded tenfold, becoming ten feet long and half a foot wide.

“This is really good, the Qingfeng Sword doesn’t consume much spiritual power, I can at least continue to fly for over a hundred li.”

Ouyang Feng, flying with the sword, was very happy.

Seeing this, Ye Feng revealed a smile.

Although the Qingfeng Swords forged by the refining furnace were of the lower grade among spiritual artifacts, their quality was quite good. In the same class of spiritual artifacts, they were considered of high quality, second only to the spiritual artifacts awarded by the system.

“Sect Master Uncle, how did you do that?” Shi Lei pointed at Ouyang Feng, who was happily flying with the sword in the sky, not understanding how Ye Feng had used that strange method to refine the spiritual artifact.

“This is a serendipitous spiritual artifact called the Refining Furnace, which can assist me in refining,” Ye Feng said, lying earnestly.

It didn’t matter to him whether the disciples believed it or not; he himself believed it.

“All right, continue with your cultivation!”

Ye Feng leaped onto the rooftop, “If there’s a chance in the future, I will forge a suitable spiritual artifact for each of you.”

The disciples bowed and saluted, then each went back to their own cultivation.

Mo Ying continued to strive for a breakthrough into the Element Gathering Realm.

Huo Yunjie practiced swordplay.

Li Jiaojiao cooked.

Qiao Jiaxi contorted into a bow shape, using this bizarre posture to stimulate the Ancient Giant God bloodline, and whenever he got injured, Yan Ruyu, who passed by, would heal him.

Ji Ziling was still studying the “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique”.

Most of the other disciples were diligently cultivating.

On Misty Peak, everything was normal.

Three days later.

Ji Ziling finally taught herself the first layer of “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique”, consolidated her divine sense power, and successfully advanced to the first order. As long as she broke through to the second order, the bottleneck of “Five Qi Dynasty Yuan” would be naturally overcome.

Ye Feng was sitting on a recliner when he suddenly noticed an insight into the “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique” appearing in his mind and immediately guessed that Ji Ziling had reached the first layer.

“As expected of someone with supreme grade spiritual roots, impressive.”

Ye Feng was very pleased.

The more powerful his disciples were, the stronger he became too!

Three days later.

Ji Ziling’s “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique” broke through to the peak of the first layer, allowing her to exert remarkable divine sense power, easily lifting a thousand-jin boulder from afar.

“Sister Ziling’s talent is truly terrifying!”

The disciples were astonished.

Previously, Yan Ruyu was considered the most powerful, but now, in terms of cultivation speed, she couldn’t compare to Ji Ziling, and the gap was significant.

“My bottleneck has really loosened!”

After breaking through to the peak of the first layer of the “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique”, Ji Ziling found that the bottleneck at the peak of the third layer of the Qi Refining Realm had weakened substantially. After several attempts at a breakthrough, she successfully advanced to the fourth layer of Qi Refining.

“So it turns out that cultivation is this easy.”

Ji Ziling muttered.

Ye Feng, hearing these words, felt a complex mix of emotions.

After all, he couldn’t cultivate!

But then, thinking about it, Ye Feng laughed.

The faster the disciples break through, the stronger my own strength becomes!

With this in mind, Ye Feng lay down leisurely to rest.

But moments later, a prompt from the system echoed in his ears.

“Ding, detection of Registered Disciple Ji Ziling’s breakthrough to the fourth layer of Qi Refining Realm, Outer Sect Disciple assessment task activated.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng immediately sat upright, pondered for a moment, and then walked to the whiteboard beside the Sect Leader’s Great Hall. He erased all the tasks for the disciples and rewrote several lines of text.

“Registered Disciple Ji Ziling: Bring three First Grade Spells to Perfection, venture outside for a period of time, you may aid the weak, punish the wicked, and expand the prestige of Misty Sect as much as possible.”

All the disciples gathered around.

“This task seems pretty easy!”

“Three First Grade Spells to Perfection, that does not seem difficult.”

Shi Lei and Li Jiaojiao discussed amongst themselves.

Hearing this, Ye Feng kept silent.

Three Spells were of course not difficult; the challenge was the prestige points. Because it involved a system secret, Ye Feng did not write down the prestige points, but in reality, the true requirement of the task was for Ji Ziling to bring in over 500 prestige points to Misty Sect through her own efforts.

That was no small sum.

One might think Misty Sect’s prestige points were growing by hundreds or even a thousand each day, but that was only because they had made a thorough name for themselves in the Whitefloat City area, which led to such an effect.

For the current stage Ji Ziling was in, it was not easy to earn five hundred prestige points for Misty Sect by herself.

“Sect Leader, I have broken through to the sixth layer of Body Refinement and completed the Outer Sect’s assessment task,” Qiao Jiaxi walked over to Ye Feng and reminded him.

“I almost forgot!” Ye Feng slapped his forehead, took out an Outer Sect identity token, “Here, this is your identity token, from now on, you are also an Outer Sect disciple.”

Qiao Jiaxi, clutching the token excitedly, accepted it.

Ye Feng thought of the Refining Furnace and a flash of inspiration struck him, “Right, when the time is right in the future, use the Refining Furnace to forge brand new disciple tokens. Those who reach the Outer or Inner Sect can have their identity tokens forged with the Refining Furnace to achieve the rank of Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact and possess defensive capabilities.”

Upon hearing this, the disciples’ eyes shone brightly.

“It seems I have to visit the Hundred Artifacts Sect and meet Zheng Yaoshou,” Ye Feng called out to Ji Ziling, “Ziling, take a look at your assessment task.”

With that said, Ye Feng soared into the sky and flew towards Beacon Fire City.

Whitefloat City.

Next to a pigsty.

Crack!

A little piggy broke open the enclosure and finally charged out, emitting excited squeals.

“Hahaha, I, Souhun Zhenren, have finally left that dreadful place, grumble grumble, being a pig is truly disgusting. They made me eat pig feed, drink pig milk, dig through pig manure every day!”

The little piggy, transformed from Souhun Zhenren, fled at full speed.

He was fast, quickly rushing out of Whitefloat City’s bounds and into the grassland.

However, a python coiled towards him!

“It’s over!”

Souhun Zhenren wet himself on the spot.

Although he was somewhat afraid, it wasn’t enough to make him wet himself in fear; the urination was a natural response of the little piggy’s instinctive fear of pythons.

Crack!

A foot stepped down, crushing the python to death.

Then, a pair of withered hands picked up the little piggy, lifting him into the air.

In Souhun Zhenren’s view, there before him was a humanoid creature covered in moss. To others, it was a terrifying and chilling sight; but for Souhun Zhenren, it was the most beautiful face in the world!

“Big brother, you have finally come!”

Souhun Zhenren cried, wanting to speak but only managing to squeal like a pig.

The person before him was indeed his senior brother.

Qinghun Zhenren!

“Little brother, I never imagined that you would turn into a pitiful little piggy,” he said with a sigh. “Fate really does play tricks on us. But don’t worry, your senior brother is here. Once I set up the Minor Blood Spirit Array and offer a small city of more than fifty thousand people as a sacrifice, I can help you transform.”

Qinghun Zhenren picked up the little piggy and flew toward Yunxiao Great Forest to the northeast of Whitefloat City.

Ye Feng was unaware of this development.

He was fast and soon arrived at Beacon Fire City and found the Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion.

“Sect Master Ye, your timing is unfortunate. My older cousin is not in Beacon Fire City, but in the Hundred Artifacts Sect. It will take at least a day to go there and back.”

The Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion greeted Ye Feng with a hurried smile on his face.

He had already heard about the events at Whitefloat City.

To Ye Feng, who could slay Souhun Zhenren with a single stroke, the Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion felt great reverence.

“Alright, then I will make a trip to the Hundred Artifacts Sect. Thank you!” said Ye Feng, taking his leave of the Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion and following the map toward the direction of the Hundred Artifacts Sect.

Now alone, his speed was incredibly fast.

In less than an hour and a half, Ye Feng arrived near a huge volcano. Even from hundreds of miles away, he could feel the scorching breath coming straight at him.

“I’m here.”

Ye Feng took out a Messenger Paper Crane and threw it.

Then, he stood high in the sky, surveying the area below.

The Hundred Artifacts Sect was established inside this volcano. There was only a large archway at the base of the mountain, which served as a symbolic gate; the rest of the Sect was hidden inside the mountain, so it was difficult to gauge the number of people in the sect.

“Sect Master Ye, I apologize for not greeting you from afar!”

The plump Zheng Yaoshou was holding the paper crane as he flew out from the archway. Before he even got close, he greeted Ye Feng politely.

“I would like to ask you to help me refine some spirit mines,” Ye Feng stated his purpose.

“Just some? Then it should be quite quick. I happen to have some free time in the next few days,” said Zheng Yaoshou, sweating profusely and constantly wiping it with a silk handkerchief.

Half a cup of tea later.

In an underground cave dwelling.

Zheng Yaoshou looked at the mountain-like piles of spirit mines on the ground, worth at least several thousand Spirit Stones, and gaped in astonishment.

“This… Is this what you call ‘some’?”

Ye Feng felt a bit embarrassed and promptly took out ten Middle Grade Spirit Stones, saying, “I would like to ask you for a favor.”

Seeing so many Spirit Stones, Zheng Yaoshou seriously said, “Please, Sect Master Ye, wait in my cave dwelling for a few days.”

After speaking, Zheng Yaoshou, along with the spirit mines, walked through the back door of the cave dwelling towards the nearby Earthfire House.

Ye Feng sat in Zheng Yaoshou’s cave dwelling, taking out the Heaven-Asking Mirror.

Since this place was less than a thousand miles from Misty Peak, Ye Feng could see his disciples practicing; all of them were very serious, so he felt reassured.

Inside the Earthfire House.

Zheng Yaoshou threw the spirit mines into the blazing furnace, wiping away sweat while removing impurities from the spirit mines and finally refining them into brick-shaped pieces.

On Misty Peak.

Ji Ziling broke through her bottleneck in just one day and advanced to the second layer of “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique”.

Then, she looked at her own tasks and chose “Wind Spirit Steps”, “Spirit Disc Flying Blade”, and “Vitality Bullet”—three First Grade Spells—to start her cultivation.

Her talent was extraordinarily high.

In just half a day, she reached Beginner level in all three spells.

One day passed, and she achieved Minor Achievement in all three spells.

Two days passed, and she achieved Major Achievement in all three spells.

Three days later.

Before the astonished gazes of the disciples, Ji Ziling had already executed three spells, and all of them had reached the Perfect Stage!

“Is this what a prodigy looks like?”

The disciples felt immense pressure.

“I have mastered three First Grade Spells. Now, it’s time to prepare for my journey outside to train,” said Ji Ziling, picking up a wooden box and getting ready to head down the mountain.

“Wait a moment!” Jia Yulan and Ouyang Yu approached her.

“Elder Sisters, what’s wrong?” Ji Ziling asked.

“Are you planning to go down the mountain to train alone?” Jia Yulan inquired.

“Yes!” Ji Ziling nodded.

“But do you know where you’re going?” Jia Yulan asked again.

Ji Ziling fell silent.

After pondering, she realized she had no plan.

“How about this, Xiao Yu and I will take you on your training journey. Your cultivation strength is still quite weak, and it would be bad if you encountered danger. We could help you when it matters,” Jia Yulan said with a smile.

“Then I am in your debt, Elder Sister,” Ji Ziling agreed with a nod.

“Good, let’s head to Yunxiao Ancient City,” Jia Yulan announced.

Ji Ziling was taken aback, she flipped through the map and said, “Yunxiao Ancient City, located at the heart of Yunxiao Great Forest, north of Fenhuo River, holds a population of over a hundred thousand, rich in Spirit Soil and Spiritual Sand.”

“That’s the place,” Jia Yulan nodded, “We need to build a Spiritual Medicine Garden, and we can’t do without Spiritual Sand and Spirit Soil. Since Little Sister needs to experience training, let’s go to Yunxiao Ancient City together. This way, we can look out for each other.”

“Okay.”

Before long, the three of them set off.

Riding on Ouyang Yu’s Qingfeng Sword, they flew towards Yunxiao Great Forest at an exceedingly fast pace.

Hundred Artifacts Sect.

Zheng Yaoshou wiped off a trace of sweat and set thousands of metallic bricks on the ground. Exhausted, he directly lay down on the cold jade platform and waved weakly at Ye Feng, saying:

“Oh boy, I almost worked myself to death.”

“But thankfully, I have refined them all.”

“Sect Master Ye, would you care to stay for some tea before you go?” Zheng Yaoshou said in a stutter, clearly tired.

Ye Feng poured a cup of Bizarre Spirit Fruit medicinal wine and handed it over: “Here, have a little drink.”

After only a small sip, Zheng Yaoshou’s vigor surged like a tiger, exclaiming, “Sect Master Ye, do you have more of this wine?”

“No more, I’ll give you some the next time I find it,” Ye Feng shook his head.

“That’s a pity,” expressed Zheng Yaoshou with a disappointed look.

An hour later.

Ye Feng left the Hundred Artifacts Sect.

He took out the Heaven-Asking Mirror and saw Ji Ziling and her companions on their way to Yunxiao Ancient City, muttering:

“Worthy of a Supreme Grade talent, mastering three First Grade Spells to Perfection in just a few days without guidance… But then again, are they going for training?”

Yunxiao Great Forest.

Qinghun Zhenren and Souhun Zhenren, in the form of a little piggy, stood on a mound of earth, overlooking Yunxiao Ancient Town below, emitting a strange “give, give, give” laugh.

“The Minor Blood Spirit Array is almost ready, Junior Brother, tonight is your chance to transform!” Qinghun Zhenren, with hands clasped behind his back, said leisurely.