The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 90: A Chance Encounter with the Stronghold Master, Returning to Wuxuan Pavilion (Second Update)

Translator: 549690339

“Sect Leader, I’ll choose a plot of land on the peak for the initial Spirit Medicine Garden!” Jia Yulan was full of drive as she lifted her skirt, preparing to start cultivating a medicinal field.

“Don’t rush. The development of the medicinal field can be delayed for now. I think you need to acquire some knowledge from the ancient texts. As for now, I have another gift for all of you.”

Ye Feng pulled out an ancient book.

When the disciples saw the words on the cover, they held their breath.

Shi Lei said excitedly,

“It’s ‘The Second Qi Sea, Middle Volume.’ If I can master it, my Qi Sea’s capacity will be two-thirds larger than others of my level.”

Ever since he acquired the Mysterious Turtle Shield, Shi Lei realized that using a Spiritual Artifact consumed a lot, and his Qi Sea somewhat fell short. Now, with ‘The Second Qi Sea, Middle Volume,’ he finally didn’t fear consumption anymore.

“I’ll personally teach ‘The Second Qi Sea, Middle Volume’ first. Once you’ve mastered it, it won’t be too late to do other things.”

With that, Ye Feng entered the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

The disciples followed closely and took their seats. They watched as Ye Feng tapped the lecture board, explaining in detail…

In the afternoon, the sunshine was bright.

The disciples were still diligently practicing ‘The Second Qi Sea, Middle Volume.’

Ye Feng stood alone outside the Sect Leader’s Great Hall, ready to head to the Wuxuan Pavilion in Beacon Fire City for the appointment.

At that moment, Jia Yulan left the great hall.

“You came out so quickly, have you learned it all already?” Ye Feng asked.

Jia Yulan shook her head and then nodded, “I’ve basically learned it, but cultivation is not something that can be accomplished overnight. I plan to go to the City Lord’s Mansion Scripture Pavilion first and spend some money to borrow ancient texts related to cultivating Spiritual Medicines.”

Seeing her so earnest, Ye Feng suddenly became stern and asked, “Are you really planning to take the path of cultivating Spiritual Medicines?”

“One can never have too many skills, and it’s good to learn more,” Jia Yulan replied with a beautiful smile, “Sect Leader, you agree, right?”

“That’s true, but cultivation is still the priority; you have to distinguish between primary and secondary,” Ye Feng nodded, then as if he remembered something, he pulled out three ancient books, “If you’re going to the City Lord’s Mansion Scripture Pavilion, could you also return these three books for me?”

Last time he and Xin Guangxuan had gone to the City Lord’s Mansion, Ye Feng had borrowed ‘Mystic Shell Shield,’ ‘Earth Escape,’ and ‘Vitality Bullet,’ three Lower Grade Spells. Now, he could just have Jia Yulan return them.

“As you command, Disciple.”

Jia Yulan took the ancient books, stepped on a pedal-powered flying bird filled with flower petals, and drifted away.

After she left, Ye Feng threw out a Spirit Sword and, using the power of Heroic Spirits, flew on the sword, hurrying toward Beacon Fire City at the speed of fifteen meters per second.

This was Ye Feng’s first true experience of flight.

Although he didn’t know why one needed a device to fly, Ye Feng looked down at the rapidly retreating trees and enjoyed the pleasure of flying, feeling extremely good.

After more than half an hour.

Ye Feng was less than ten miles from Beacon Fire City. He descended to the ground, changed into a set of black clothes, and was about to put on a black veiled conical hat.

“Hehehe, you can’t run from the Stronghold Master’s grasp!”

An arrogant voice came from around the corner.

Ye Feng felt it sounded familiar, and looking in the direction of the voice, he saw a plump young man and a plump woman riding on a giant Puppet Fierce Tiger, desperately fleeing toward Beacon Fire City.

Behind them was a middle-aged man with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, dressed in black armor, holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, emanating the aura of a nine-level Qi Refinement peak.

Seeing this person, Ye Feng’s eyes lit up.

“The Xieguang Stronghold Leader! It’s the luck of the draw that I, having searched high and low, should encounter him here. This must be fate!”

Ye Feng’s smile slowly twisted.

Since their last clash on the banks of the Fenhuo River, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader had disappeared without a trace, making Ye Feng search far and wide.

And today, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader resumed his old ways, and by sheer coincidence, was spotted by the passing Ye Feng.

One has to say, it was destined!

“As the Stronghold Master said, you won’t escape!”

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader suddenly threw the sharp sword in his hand, causing it to burst forth with piercing sword light and split the Puppet Fierce Tiger in an instant, the chubby young man and the plump woman just happened to fall in front of Ye Feng.

“Huh, there’s another person… strange, why doesn’t he have any cultivation? And he looks somewhat familiar,” muttered the Xieguang Stronghold Leader.

But he wasn’t the least bit flustered. Instead, he prepared to wipe out Ye Feng along with the other two, to prevent his own whereabouts from being exposed.

“Run, this is the infamous Xieguang Stronghold Leader!” the chubby young man urgently warned, at the same time tossing out a paper crane which inflated to two meters wide and could fly in the air.

Rip!

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader had already approached, cleaving the paper crane in two, cutting off the chubby young man and plump woman’s route of retreat, and then with two “bang bang” sounds, he knocked them to the ground.

At this moment, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader was only five meters away from Ye Feng.

Looking into Ye Feng’s eyes, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader felt a sudden surge in the feeling of familiarity and then angrily said, “I know now, it was you who killed my five lieutenants by the Fenhuo River!”

Ye Feng smiled, “You’ve actually recognized me.”

“Even if you turned to ash, I could recognize you!” the Xieguang Stronghold Leader gritted his teeth and, holding his sword, suddenly swung down.

“Be careful!”

The chubby young man and plump woman cried out in alarm.

Initially, they had thought Ye Feng was just an ordinary person. But upon hearing that Ye Feng had actually slain five lieutenants of the Xieguang Stronghold, they were instantly shocked, yet still felt that Ye Feng was no match for the Xieguang Stronghold Leader.

But the next moment, the Xieguang Stronghold Leader stood frozen in place, maintaining his sword-swinging posture, unable to move any longer.

“What’s going on?”

The Xieguang Stronghold Leader exerted all his strength, and the flow of spiritual energy in his meridians also sped up to the fastest. But even so, he felt himself locked by an invisible force and couldn’t break free.

His gaze swept across and noticed Ye Feng stretching out his hand with a smile. Suddenly, he exclaimed, “Was it you?”

Ye Feng’s expression turned indifferent and he said, “That’s right! Remember, the one who killed you is Ye Feng, Sect Leader of the Misty Sect.”

As the words fell.

A longsword cleaved through the Xieguang Stronghold Leader.

His pupils dilated, he fell to the ground powerlessly, never knowing why Ye Feng was so terrifying.

Ye Feng glanced at the trembling chubby young man and plump woman and said, “The Xieguang Stronghold Leader has been executed, it’s over now.”

After speaking, Ye Feng swiftly packed up and obliterated the corpse of the Xieguang Stronghold Leader, then donned his black veiled hat and leisurely left on his sword.

The entire process was as fluid as moving clouds and flowing water, leaving the chubby duo sitting on the ground in stunned silence.

“Such mysterious methods, without detecting any fluctuation of spiritual energy, Misty Sect… what kind of power is this? Ye Feng, this ought to be a renowned figure, right? But why haven’t I heard of him?”

The chubby young man was overwhelmed with emotions.

He stared at the retreating figure of Ye Feng, feeling that this person was so imposing, while the slightly plump woman beside him silently mouthed the words “Misty Sect,” her eyes brimming with admiration and gratitude.

“Ding, Sect Prestige Value +2.”

Ye Feng heard the prompt and his lips curved up slightly.

Quickening his pace, he soon arrived at Beacon Fire City, and reached the underground market, standing in front of the Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion.

“Store Owner, I am here as promised, seven days later.”

Without any useless talk, Ye Feng directly took out the Spirit Origin Clock, released the soul body of the Centennial Tree Demon and locked it in mid-air with Heroic Spirit Power.

“Indeed, it’s a soul body of High-rank Demon Soldier Level!”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion was delighted, “Please wait a moment, esteemed guest, I will notify the other client to come over right away.”

After saying this, he took a paper crane from a drawer, blew into it, and the paper crane immediately came to life, flapping its wings and flew out.

Ye Feng saw the paper crane and felt a sense of déjà vu.