The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 18: Sect Master Ye, the Great Master of Magic

Translator: 549690339

Because of Jia Yulan’s arrival, disciples from other sects at the Hundred Sects Plaza had already gathered around.

Now, as they heard that loud voice, everyone turned to look in the direction of the sound.

They saw Li Hanshao from the Heixuan Gate rushing over, with a dozen disciples following behind him.

Further back was an old man in a silver robe, with a Qi Refinement level of seven layers.

The cuffs of his robe were embroidered with the golden characters for “Whitefloat,” symbolizing the identity of a Steward from the City Lord’s Mansion.

The words that had just been spoken were not his, but those of Li Hanshao, the Heixuan Gate’s second disciple, standing at the forefront.

“He really did call people over!”

Ye Feng’s eyes widened as he saw the steward with a seven-layer Qi Refinement level.

“In the City Lord’s Mansion, a seven-layer Qi Refinement level is enough to hold the position of steward. Since this one has just reached seven-layer Qi Refinement, he must be a new steward eager to prove himself, which could be disadvantageous for us!”

Huo Yunjie reminded in a low voice from the side.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng’s expression turned grave.

“Miss Jia, this man must be a fraudster; you must not believe his bragging!”

Only when he approached did Li Hanshao speak to Jia Yulan, with a fawning smile on his face.

Jia Yulan’s expression remained unchanged at Li Hanshao’s words, but inside she felt a bit repulsed.

She enjoyed drinking tea in teahouses, so many young admirers also started gathering in teahouses, deliberately trying to catch her attention.

However, Jia Yulan, who was practicing incognito, was solely focused on breakthroughs in her cultivation and had no interest in these matters.

“I heard that Sect Master Ye physically attacked someone, is this true? I am Qiu Daming, a steward of the City Lord’s Mansion, and I will handle this matter fairly,” said the old man at that moment.

“I didn’t hit him; he ran into me himself.”

Ye Feng immediately denied the accusation.

“Yes, we all saw it. Sect Master Uncle didn’t hit Li Hanshao; he ran into him himself and then flew backward.”

Shi Lei and other disciples quickly expressed their support.

“I was in the teahouse on the third floor just now and saw it too. The truth is indeed so. Although Sect Master Ye did make a move, he could not have hit Li Hanshao by reason. I think there must be some misunderstanding here.”

Even Jia Yulan stepped forward to speak for Ye Feng, causing a collective jaw-drop.

“Miss Jia, you!”

Li Hanshao glared with eyes wide in anger, unable to believe that the person he had been trying to please was speaking up for his enemy—it was infuriating!

Qiu Daming, the steward, stroked his beard and glanced at Jia Yulan, saying, “It seems that it is indeed so.”

The power of the Jia Family far surpassed that of the Heixuan Gate, which stood behind Li Hanshao.

Moreover, Jia Yulan was the precious daughter of the Jia Family’s leader; Qiu Daming knew very well who he should assist.

“Even if that is the case, Ye Feng boasts that he can teach Miss Jia to cultivate spells, but he’s just a mortal—how is that possible?” Li Hanshao, seizing an opportunity, quickly shouted.

Ye Feng gave him a disdainful look: “This is a matter between Miss Jia and me, and we don’t need others to worry about it.”

Qiu Daming stroked his beard and remained silent.

Ye Feng was right; teaching Jia Yulan spells, even if it was a deception, did not concern others.

Nevertheless, he decided to wait and see.

As for Li Hanshao, he could no longer muster a smile and didn’t know how to respond, so he abruptly turned away, standing aside and saying:

“I want to see how you, a swindler, are going to help Miss Jia cultivate spells. When you fail later, I will surely have your Misty Sect’s reputation dragged through the mud in Whitefloat City!”

Ye Feng couldn’t be bothered with the clownish Li Hanshao and instead turned to look at Jia Yulan, saying:

“Miss Jia, to be safe, please first demonstrate that incomplete Second-Grade Spell on the spot, so I, the sect leader, can observe and ascertain whether I can teach you.”

By doing this, he could mask the existence of the system.

After teaching her, Ye Feng could also claim it was due to his strong observational and inferential abilities.

In any case, it was all about bluffing!

“Okay.”

Jia Yulan did not hesitate.

Her jade feet lightly tapped the ground, resembling a pink begonia flower landing in the open square, as she began forming hand seals.

“Everyone watch carefully.”

Humm!

Countless petals appeared out of thin air, floating above Jia Yulan, slowly rotating; each one looked beautiful, yet concealed a deadly threat.

Everyone was amazed when they saw it.

“It’s a group attack spell, and each petal is like a sharp blade of Qi, very powerful.” Even Qiu Daming, the steward, showed a look of envy.

Even though he was a steward of the City Lord’s Mansion, he was not qualified to practice the second-grade spells of the mansion.

“Change!”

Jia Yulan altered her hand signs, and the countless petals above her fell, forming a hemispherical shield around her that could block all kinds of attacks.

“This spell is called “Falling Blooms in Profusion”. When perfected, it integrates offense and defense, but alas, it’s only a fragment. Sect Master Ye, what do you think?”

Jia Yulan asked.

She dispersed the hand signs, and the pink petals around her quickly fell to the ground, vanishing without a trace shortly afterward.

“It’s teachable,”

Ye Feng responded, “But it’s the same as before, learn the basics first, then I will teach.”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was stunned.

He can teach after just one look?

That’s a bit too fake, isn’t it!

Li Hanshao laughed heartily, “Keep pretending, keep it up!”

Qiu Daming said nothing, with the look of someone enjoying a show.

“Fine, I will join the Misty Sect, but if Sect Master Ye fails to teach me, I will leave today. If he succeeds, for this lifetime, I will only belong to the Misty Sect.”

Jia Yulan said, withdrawing her spell.

“Give me your name, birth date, root bone quality, cultivation level, and background,”

Ye Feng asked as he unfolded the Book of Names competently.

“Jia Yulan, seventeen years old, middle-grade root bone, at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refinement, from the Jia family on the south street of Whitefloat City.” Jia Yulan promptly shared her personal information.

Ye Feng wrote quickly and stamped it with the Sect Leader’s Seal.

“Ding. Registered disciple ‘Jia Yulan’ received, middle-grade root bone, at the peak of the sixth level of Qi Refinement, possesses a first-grade spell “Spiritual Flying Blade” and “Binding Spirit Rope”, both at major achievement; also possesses a second-grade spell “Falling Blooms in Profusion” at beginner level.”

Moments later, Ye Feng heard the prompt from the system, and the knowledge about these three spells rapidly emerged in his mind, achieving perfection directly.

“To perfect even an incomplete scroll, truly terrifying!”

Ye Feng was greatly shaken inside.

“Hmph, I want to see how you’re going to teach,” Li Hanshao said with a confident “I’ve got you pinned” expression.

Ye Feng remained silent.

He took out an ordinary sheet of xuan paper, drew a diagram on it, marked it, and then finally handed it over to Jia Yulan.

“Still putting on an act…”

Li Hanshao scoffed.

At that moment, Jia Yulan, holding the paper, widened her eyes after seeing the content.

This reaction made Li Hanshao’s expression stiffen with the realization that something was amiss.

“So this is the way to cultivate it; it seems I’ve been practicing hundreds of times in vain!”

Jia Yulan trembled with excitement.

The next instant, as if she had obtained a supreme treasure, she carefully put away the still-wet sheet of xuan paper and moved to an open space of the plaza.

She extended her right index finger and traced a strange array pattern in mid-air, then proceeded to cast the spell almost the same way as before.

With a “hum,”

Countless pink petals appeared around her, each one bearing the array pattern she had drawn earlier, twinkling with a bright light.

“Converge, change!”

Jia Yulan commanded in a low voice, and the surrounding petals astonishingly transformed according to her will—alternately becoming birds, a spirit snake, or turning into sharp swords; it was indeed marvelous.

Even a fool could see that her “Falling Blooms in Profusion” had made a leap-like improvement.

“This… this is impossible!”

Li Hanshao was so scared that he retreated again and again until he fell to the ground with a thud.