The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 38: The Conspiracy of the Scarlet Serpent Sect

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“Eh, it’s actually you guys.”

Ye Feng looked at the two men, his eyes filled with surprise.

He didn’t expect to encounter Zhao Dajiang, the Sect Leader of the Scarlet Serpent Sect, and the young man with a crooked mouth, Si Taijian, in this place.

“Moo!”

The seriously injured Soul-Devouring Demon Bull saw Zhao Dajiang, its eyes conveying a sense of intimacy, and it bellowed pathetically as if to say: Master, save me!

Seeing this, Ye Feng suddenly realized, “So the Soul-Devouring Demon Bull was cultivated by your Scarlet Serpent Sect to harm people.”

“Nonsense!”

Zhao Dajiang’s first reaction was to deny the accusation.

However, Si Taijian sneered and said, “Sect Leader, there are only four people from the Misty Sect here, and none of them have a cultivation level as high as yours. Why not just finish it once and for all heh heh!”

Zhao Dajiang’s eyes showed a strange light as he immediately used Spirit Eyes to size up Ye Feng and his companions.

Since Mo Ying was very good at concealing her cultivation level, Zhao Dajiang thought she was only at the Sixth Layer of Qi Refinement, about the same as Jia Yulan.

As for Ye Feng, in Zhao Dajiang’s view, he was just a mortal, and although it was unclear why he could carry several people and had considerable strength, he definitely couldn’t withstand a spell.

“Ye Feng, your bad luck is to blame for discovering my plan. It seems that I have no choice but to silence you today.”

The smile on Zhao Dajiang’s face gradually turned ferocious.

Of course, he knew about the incident at the Zhou Family but didn’t understand the particulars, nor did he know that Ye Feng could fight four Brother Flatheads and possessed the terrifying “Power of Siping.”

At this moment, his attention was all on Jia Yulan and Mo Ying.

“Disciple, go cripple the limbs of Ye Feng and that foreigner from the Long Family, and after your master deals with those two female disciples, we’ll have our fun with them,” Zhao Dajiang said with a malevolent smile.

“Master, don’t be too heavy-handed; I still want to discuss an interesting matter with Miss Jia afterward!” Si Taijian chuckled.

“What’s the rush? We’ll each have one,” said Zhao Dajiang, revealing a sinister smile.

“Master, you’re over eighty; can you still handle it?”

“Your master is still full of vigour!”

After saying that, Zhao Dajiang drew a red spirit sword, his aura continuously rising until he reached the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement.

Until now, he had been hiding his true cultivation level, and only today did he reveal his sharp fangs.

With a “clang,”

Zhao Dajiang swung his sword towards Jia Yulan, his speed so fast that he stirred up a biting sword wind midair.

Again, a “clang.”

Mo Ying exhibited the cultivation of the Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement and blocked Zhao Dajiang’s spirit sword with her Breeze-riding Sword.

“Oh, such a young age, yet already a Sect Leader-level cultivator at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement. Impressive!” Zhao Dajiang’s expression changed.

But he was as steady as an old dog; with his right hand forming a sword gesture, he drove the spirit sword towards Mo Ying, and with his left hand, he cast the Major Achievement First Grade Spell “Flame Spear,” aiming at Jia Yulan.

“Blades, pierce!”

As Jia Yulan retreated, she formed hand seals and executed the Major Achievement First Grade Spell “Spiritual Flying Blade.” A glowing disc a half meter in diameter appeared in front of her, with blades continuously shooting out from its surface, barely blocking the assault.

“These two little girls are a bit troublesome!”

Zhao Dajiang’s gaze sharpened as he found himself being held back by the two women, realizing it would take at least ten rounds to win.

“Master, take it easy and let me first cripple Ye Feng and that foreigner from the Long Family,” Si Taijian said, retracting his gaze and casting “Fire Spear Technique.” With a leap, he aimed to flip Ye Feng.

“Tian Xing, look after the injured,” Ye Feng said as he tossed the five villagers, who were in a deep coma, to Long Tianxing. With a swift movement, he easily dodged Si Taijian’s lunge and then executed a move called “Grandson Crippling Kick.”

“Ah!”

Si Taijian screamed, then abruptly went silent, his body curling up into a bow. He rolled on the ground covered in leaves, his entire face contorted.

“Disciple!”

Zhao Dajiang did not anticipate this and let his guard down.

“Perfect opportunity!”

Mo Ying controlled her sword and flew forward, severing the hand that Zhao Dajiang used to control the sword, causing him so much pain that even the “Flame Spear” dissipated.

Jia Yulan immediately changed her spell, casting an almost fully mastered “Falling Petals in Profusion” which swept over Zhao Dajiang with countless sharp petals, just nicking his neck open.

“How how is this possible!”

Zhao Dajiang fell straight to the ground, never imagining he could be slain by a female disciple of the Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement and another at the peak of the Sixth Layer.

“Ugh!”

Seeing Zhao Dajiang’s eyes still wide open in death, Jia Yulan vomited on the spot, while Mo Ying patted her back with composure, evidently used to the sight.

Long Tianxing also felt nauseated, but being a boy, he quickly recovered to normal.

Noticing Zhao Dajiang’s demise, Ye Feng’s expression shifted subtly, then he turned to look at Si Taijian writhing on the ground, thinking to himself that the man truly lived up to his name.

However, such a person did not deserve sympathy.

“Moo!”

The Soul-Devouring Demon Bull, seeing Zhao Dajiang fall, bellowed in grief and fury, but Ye Feng silenced it with a punch, its eyes still brimming with rage.

Ye Feng didn’t want to kill the Soul-Devouring Demon Bull just yet.

Leaving it to the villagers to kill would likely be more impactful than doing the deed himself.

“Si Taijian, you raised the Soul-Devouring Demon Bull to harm people; you got what you deserved,” Ye Feng said, approaching Si Taijian, looking down at him.

“Ye Feng so you’ve been hiding your strength this deeply!” Si Taijian was drenched in sweat, glaring at Ye Feng with resentful eyes, his lips trembling incessantly.

“Sect Leader, how should we deal with this man?”

Mo Ying came over, arms crossed, looking down coldly at Si Taijian on the ground.

After vomiting, Jia Yulan had already felt much better.

“Just kill me, Lord Demon General will avenge us! By then, not just your Misty Sect, even Whitefloat City will be destroyed, hahaha ”

Si Taijian laughed hideously.

“Demon General!”

Ye Feng and the others exchanged glances, each displaying a look of shock.

The Demon General corresponded to the Element Gathering Realm.

If Si Taijian really conspired with a Demon General, not only would Misty Sect be in danger but Whitefloat City as well.

“Scared, aren’t you? We are but the vanguard of Lord Demon General, and there are many sympathizers hidden in Whitefloat City. I am not afraid to tell you because I want you to live in fear every day from now on!”

Si Taijian laughed out loud, his eyes full of madness.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Feng suddenly asked, “Does the Demon General know about our Misty Sect?”

At these words, Si Taijian was taken aback.

Ye Feng immediately smiled, “It seems that in the eyes of your Demon General, our Misty Sect is insignificant, so for now we won’t be in danger.”

“You!”

Si Taijian hadn’t expected Ye Feng to be so calm, and was astonished, eyes bulging.

That was a Demon General, for heaven’s sake!

An existence comparable to the Element Gathering Realm, and Ye Feng wasn’t scared?

Ye Feng suddenly asked again, “Do you have any last words?”

Si Taijian widened his eyes, “Spare me!”

“Spare your ass!”

With a sweeping kick from Ye Feng, Si Taijian was driven into the dirt, dead beyond any doubt.

Looking at the corpses of Zhao Dajiang and Si Taijian, Ye Feng’s expression grew somber: “There are actually undercover agents in Whitefloat City Is it Heixuan Gate? Or maybe someone else? And who exactly was behind the Centennial Tree Demon attacking the Zhou Family?”

Ye Feng felt as if a fog lay before him.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it for the time being, and prepared to burn Zhao Dajiang and Si Taijian down to ashes.

But just then, rustling sounds came from the surrounding woods.

“There’s demonic energy!”

Mo Ying instantly became vigilant.

Long Tianxing surveyed the area, spotting many large figures filled with colorful spiritual energy in the forest.

“They must be the subordinates of that Demon General,” Ye Feng said gravely.