The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 103: Chapter 103: The Power of Twenty, Crisis Descends

Translator: 549690339

“Where did you find this sword manual?” Ye Feng wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth, asking with a curious face.

Huo Yunjie shyly closed the sword manual and said, “I just went out to buy some wooden stakes for sword practice, and I accidentally stepped on the hem of a cloaked figure’s robe…”

He described the process in detail.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng thought of the person who had claimed to be the “Black Robe Association Leader” and immediately became focused, gave a few instructions, and then hurriedly left the City Lord’s Mansion to search in the streets.

The disciples looked at each other in confusion.

“Did the Sect Leader discover something?”

“The cloaked figure must be suspicious, that’s why the Sect Leader went after him.”

“Big senior brother, should we go too?”

“The Sect Master Uncle told us to stay here and study the spells; leave everything else to him. After dinner, we’ll go back.”

The disciples of the Misty Sect quickly calmed their minds and, holding ancient texts, began to study on the spot.

Long Tianxing, Shi Lei, and Ouyang Feng, three male disciples, stood behind Huo Yunjie, looking at the first page of the sword manual together.

“Without thoughts of women in one’s heart, drawing the sword becomes divine. The first page of the manual, forget the person in your heart… But I don’t have someone in my heart, how should I practice?” muttered Huo Yunjie as he read the sword manual.

Long Tianxing immediately suggested with a bad idea, “Second senior brother, Lin Yuyan from the Yunhua Sect still owes you a meal, why don’t you two… hehe!”

Huo Yunjie slapped Long Tianxing on the shoulder, “All you have are bad ideas!”

Ouyang Feng and Shi Lei, on the other hand, supported Long Tianxing, saying in unison, “I think it’s worth a try.”

Huo Yunjie rolled his eyes, feeling unconvinced.

Mo Ying, with a spell called “Taihua Sword Technique” in hand, sat at the next table. Her cool voice drifted over, “Whether this sword manual is real or fake still needs investigation. Just from the literal meaning, it seems to be about forgetting random thoughts to concentrate on practicing the sword.”

Remembering when Ye Feng instructed her in the practice of “Streaming Light Sword Qi” under the night sky, Mo Ying added, “The Sect Leader said that to practice the sword, one must first be calm and free of distracting thoughts.”

Huo Yunjie nodded, only half understanding.

The others nodded to show they understood but quickly forgot again.

“Right, from the literal meaning, ‘drawing the sword’… it must refer to the Sword Drawing Technique, right?” Huo Yunjie pondered and put away the sword manual, then went to an open space, got into position, and practiced drawing his sword.

In Whitefloat City.

Ye Feng flew over rooftops, standing on an ordinary sword, continuously searching for anyone in black cloaks throughout the city.

But after searching for most of the day, he found nothing.

When night fell, Ye Feng dined alone at an eatery before riding his sword back to Misty Sect, finding that the disciples had already returned.

In the marshland located between Whitefloat City and Misty Peak, the Shape-shifting Beast transformed into a white snake, moving ahead cautiously.

“I betrayed Little Wolf General; that guy holds a grudge and I definitely can’t go back now. I heard that Souhun Zhenren has emerged too, I better pack up and run away quickly.”

Thinking this, the Shape-shifting Beast hastened its pace.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

Huo Yunjie planted the wooden stakes in the ground, standing three meters away, drawing his sword over and over, even producing a breeze from the sword.

Alas, the power wasn’t enough to even cut through leaves.

Yan Ruyu was lured to the Spiritual Medicine Chamber by Jia Yulan to help take care of the seedlings of eleven kinds of spiritual medicines.

Currently, Yan Ruyu could speed up the growth of the spiritual medicines by tenfold, but each spell lasted only three days.

However, Yan Ruyu could keep releasing Life Spirit Force, allowing the spiritual medicines to grow at tenfold speed while also gaining additional strength, significantly shortening their growth cycle.

Ye Feng walked around the sect, and seeing that the disciples were on the right track, felt very relieved. He took out the Cultivation Qi Pills he had purchased from Wuxuan Pavilion last time and distributed them to the disciples.

In the blink of an eye, three days passed.

All the Cultivation Qi Pills, worth two hundred lower-grade Spirit Stones, were consumed, and the disciples’ strength had greatly improved, which made Ye Feng feel an even more formidable sense of power.

At that moment, Ye Feng sat on the roof, opening the system panel regarding the disciples.

[Sect Disciples 11/25: Shi Lei (Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak), Huo Yunjie (Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement), Li Jiaojiao (Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak), Mo Ying (Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement), Long Tianxing (Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement), Jia Yulan (Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement), Xia He (Fifth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak), Qiu Ju (Fifth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak), Ouyang Feng (Fifth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak), Ouyang Yu (Fifth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak), Yan Ruyu (Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement)]

The one who had progressed the fastest in cultivation was Yan Ruyu, who seemed to have cheated the system.

Mo Ying had successfully broken through her bottleneck and stepped into the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, which made Ye Feng quite relieved. He thought to himself that the Misty Sect finally had an elite-class disciple.

In the Southern River Basin, those young enough to step into the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement were considered elite-class disciples, like Bai Minglu, Xin Guangxuan, and so on.

Such individuals had a great chance of breaking through to the Element Gathering Realm.

As for other cultivators, once they surpassed thirty years old without stepping into the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, their success rate for breaking through to the Element Gathering Realm would decline year by year.

So, the earlier one broke through to the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement, the better.

Of course, the precondition was that one’s foundation must be extremely solid.

Now, as the disciples’ cultivation levels greatly increased, Ye Feng found that the remark behind his name had changed from the original “Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement Peak+” to “Element Gathering Realm First Layer.”

“With both body strength and Heroic Spirit Power stepping into the First Layer of the Element Gathering Realm, when combined, even without spells, I should be able to crush my peers, right?” Ye Feng muttered.

After reaching the Element Gathering Realm, most would master a Second-Grade Spell, and the gap in strength would be even wider. Even though Ye Feng’s overall strength was equivalent to two cultivators at the First Layer of the Element Gathering Realm, which is to say, twenty times the force of Brother Flathead, he dared not be too proud.

Suddenly, Ye Feng’s breath hitched.

He had a sense of crisis, as if Misty Sect was about to encounter danger, and he swiftly rose into the air.

A couple of days ago, Ye Feng had been to Whitefloat City to have a pair of sturdy metal boots made and had also bought a metal belt.

After using the Heroic Spirit Power to control the metal boots and belt, he could fly through the air without needing to ride a sword.

Ye Feng had tried using the “Clothes Riding” technique, but the pants were a bit too tight, so he switched to metal boots and a belt, which were durable and long-lasting.

At this moment, night had fallen.

Ye Feng went high into the air and used the “Scouting” function that came with the Spirit Beast Pavilion to look around. He noticed that the traces of demonic beasts near Fuyun Gloomy Forest were pitifully scarce, as if they had been scared by something terrifying and had all quieted down.

Boom!

A muffled thunder rolled from the depths of the firmament.

A violent wind raged between heaven and earth.

A massive cloud covered the starry sky, blotting out light over hundreds of thousands of miles, leaving the world in complete darkness, impenetrable even to the reach of a hand.

“It’s going to rain, gather the clothes quickly!”

In the Misty Sect, Li Jiaojiao shouted. Immediately, Ouyang Yu gathered the clothes and they both took shelter in their respective rooms.

Around the Spirit Eyes, the Little White Fox curled up, sensing danger. It huddled together with the Whitefloat Five Immortals and other spiritual beasts, trembling with fear.

Brother Flathead, on the other hand, stood upright, his face brimming with excitement.

At Whitefloat City Lord’s Mansion.

The Deputy City Lord and Lu Shanyue stood on the rooftop, looking at the pitch-black sky with somber expressions.

“Again with these rare celestial phenomena, could it be that another Divine Origin Realm powerhouse is undergoing tribulation?” the Deputy City Lord murmured.

Lu Shanyue frowned slightly, remaining silent.

Above Misty Peak.

Ye Feng held the Spirit Origin Clock in his left hand and a Spirit Sword in his right, his expression tense as he was vigilant of his surroundings.

Crack!

A purple-golden lightning bolt stretched out from a great distance, crossing ten thousand li of sky in an instant and entering the depths of the cloud on the other side, temporarily illuminating everything below.

Whoosh!

The torrential rain began to pour down, and Ye Feng’s sense of crisis intensified.

Tens of miles away.

Under a massive tree.

Numerous towering figures stood proudly, staring at Misty Peak which flickered in the lightning, revealsing a smile of extreme cruelty.