The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 92: The Agreement, The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion’s Surprise

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Ye Feng’s gaze sharpened, “Are you sure this was crafted by you?”

Zheng Yaoshou pointed at the number “nineteen” and said with certainty, “In the Hundred Artifacts Sect, every Artifact Refiner has their own corresponding number, and mine happens to be ‘nineteen’.”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion was skeptical, “That’s not right! I remember the Arrow Bull Puppet was sold to a weird-speaking Cloak Man. How did it end up in Sect Master Ye’s hands?”

“What kind of person?” Ye Feng pressed on.

After thinking for a moment, the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion described the person’s appearance in detail, giving Ye Feng a sense of familiarity.

“Did that person say anything about being the Leader of the Five-Colors City Black Robe Association or something like that?” Ye Feng continued to inquire.

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion shook his head, “We who do underground business wouldn’t delve into the other party’s origins, so I didn’t ask.”

Ye Feng felt a bit disappointed, “Is that so?”

He fell into deep thought.

Previously, a strange Cloak Man had visited Misty Peak and Brother Flathead had bitten onto the hem of his garment, he seemed in pain as if a chunk of his flesh had been bitten off, very much like the person described by the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion.

Ye Feng felt these two persons were likely to be one and the same.

However, these were just his speculations for the time being.

With that thought, Ye Feng asked Zheng Yaoshou, “Let’s not worry about the origin of the Arrow Bull Puppet for now. Can you fix it?”

Zheng Yaoshou patted his chest, sending his body fat trembling, and said, “Don’t worry, although I’ve gotten fatter, I’m still quite agile. Judging by the extent of the damage here, I can fix it in half an hour.”

“That quick?” Ye Feng had thought it would take ten days or at least half a month!

Zheng Yaoshou laughed, “I have spare parts. Just replace the damaged areas, do some repairs, and of course it will be quick.”

“How much will it cost?” Ye Feng was more concerned with this issue. If it were too expensive, it would be better to sell the Arrow Bull Puppet and exchange it for some Spirit Stones.

“Sect Master Ye is my life-saving benefactor. The first job is free. I will cover all the costs,” Zheng Yaoshou laughed.

Ye Feng was overjoyed inside, but on the surface, he showed an awkward expression, “Isn’t that a bit too much?”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion shrugged his shoulders, “Sect Master Ye might not know, but my big cousin is an Artifact Refiner and is quite wealthy on his own, he isn’t lacking this bit of money.”

Zheng Yaoshou glared, “Nonsense! My money didn’t just blow in with the wind. Besides, I still need to save money for dieting!”

The Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion immediately covered his mouth and snickered.

Ye Feng stood by, at a loss for words.

Zheng Yaoshou took out a variety of professional tools and began disassembling the Arrow Bull Puppet with practiced ease, replacing the broken parts and repairing them with a focused expression, wordless, a complete contrast from his usual self.

Less than half an hour later, with a “click” sound, Zheng Yaoshou had reassembled the Arrow Bull Puppet. It was almost indistinguishable from a new one.

“As expected from an Artifact Refiner, impressive!” Ye Feng praised.

Zheng Yaoshou put away his tools and scratched his head, “Sect Master Ye, would you like some more tea?”

Dodging the tea offer, Ye Feng took out a piece of Spirit Mine, “Can you refine these Spirit Mines for me?”

“Eh, this is Flame Gold Mine, which can be used to forge dual-property Gold-Fire Spiritual Artifacts. Unfortunately, I’m only at the Qi Refining Realm and need the Sect’s underground fire to melt and refine these ores,” Zheng Yaoshou said with a look of difficulty.

Ye Feng realized, “You mean to say, you can’t currently smelt these ores yourself and must return to the Hundred Artifacts Sect to do so?”

“Yes,” Zheng Yaoshou nodded.

Ye Feng’s expression immediately fell.

Although Zheng Yaoshou seemed like a nice person, it was just their first day of acquaintance. For Ye Feng to take out Spirit Mines worth thousands of Spirit Stones and hand them over to Zheng Yaoshou to take back to the Hundred Artifacts Sect was obviously not possible.

Moreover, tomorrow was the joyous day of the Misty Sect’s advancement to a High Ranked Sect, and Ye Feng could not leave.

Then it hit him, “I’ve got it!” Ye Feng snapped his fingers.

He took out different kinds of Spirit Mines, a piece of each type, roughly the size of a fist, placed them on the table in a line.

“This is Jade Ore, Flame Gold, Spirit Copper Mine… more than ten types of materials in total, enough to refine the raw materials for a set of Lower-Grade Spiritual Artifacts,” Zheng Yaoshou said.

Ye Feng pointed at the spirit mines, “Can you refine all of these for me? We can negotiate a good price.”

“These materials aren’t much. If I take them back to the sect and use the earth fire for forging, I can refine them all in a day, and it doesn’t require any cost,” Zheng Yaoshou shook his head and said.

“Does that mean it’s free?” Ye Feng was surprised.

Zheng Yaoshou nodded, saying, “Just need to melt them at high temperature first, then cast a few special spells for purification. For an artifact refiner, this is the most basic step, and the cost is negligible. However, to forge them into spiritual artifacts, I would need to charge an extra processing fee.”

“Okay, then please help me refine these spirit mines first. There will be a lot more spirit mines needing refining later on,” Ye Feng stated his intentions.

If the refinement was successful, he would find time to visit the Hundred Artifacts Sect in the future, where he could have all the spirit mines refined and also broaden his disciples’ horizons.

“No problem.” Zheng Yaoshou nodded. “I’ll be back in Beacon Fire City in seven days, and I’ll contact Sect Master Ye then.”

“Seven days… Could it be that your home is also in Beacon Fire City?” Ye Feng asked thoughtfully.

“My family is the ‘Zheng Family’ among the many noble families in Beacon Fire City. Every once in a while, I would go back home with my dao companion to have a look,” Zheng Yaoshou said. “Today just happens to be the day I returned; who knew I would encounter the Xieguang Stronghold Leader. Fortunately, I met Sect Master Ye. Otherwise, my three hundred pounds of fat would have been gone.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng understood everything.

Not long after.

Ye Feng, holding a paper crane for message transmission, left Wuxuan Pavilion.

After he disappeared, the Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion asked, “Big cousin, did Sect Master Ye really kill the Xieguang Stronghold Leader in one strike?”

“Yes, Sect Master Ye is very strong. But I remember that Misty Sect is not a high-ranked sect, right?” Zheng Yaoshou said with a puzzled face.

The Store Owner of Wuxuange Pavilion also furrowed his brows.

The next moment, a person dressed in black entered Wuxuan Pavilion like a ghost, kneeled on one knee, and handed a letter to the owner.

After reading the content of the letter, the Store Owner of Wuxuan Pavilion’s eyes widened, “Sect Master Ye is actually the Chosen One, comparable to the first level of Element Gathering Realm, and moreover, tomorrow is the day Misty Sect is promoted to a high-ranked sect!”

At the City Lord’s Mansion in Whitefloat City.

Jia Yulan, like a student thirsty for knowledge, sat upright in the grand hall next to the Scripture Pavilion, sipping spiritual tea and reading.

The Scripture Pavilion of the City Lord’s Mansion was open to the public.

Of course, even just sitting here reading, one has to pay a spirit stone every three days.

For the average person, this was quite extravagant, but for cultivators of the middle and upper tiers of Qi Refinement, it wasn’t considered expensive.

“So that’s how it is; growing spiritual medicine requires so much preparation!”

Jia Yulan was taking notes in her notebook while reading the book.

When thirsty, she would take a sip of spiritual tea to moisten her throat.

Looking out of the window, it was already dusk, and Jia Yulan was ready to go back to her sect. She planned to continue reading and studying after the sect’s promotion celebration had ended.

“Are you leaving already, without reading a bit more?” Elder Liu, the Pavilion Master of the Scripture Pavilion, came over with a smile.

“It’s getting late; I need to go back to the sect for cultivation,” Jia Yulan said with a smile.

As the daughter of the Jia Family’s head, she had visited the Scripture Pavilion several times when she was a child.

Because she was well-behaved and sensible from a young age—of course, mainly because she was pretty—she was much beloved by Elder Liu.

“Don’t worry, you just go ahead and read. I can give you a discount,” Elder Liu laughed.

“Then, thank you Elder Liu. Goodbye!” Jia Yulan waved her hand and then left the City Lord’s Mansion.

After Jia Yulan had walked a few streets, a slightly gloomy voice came from behind her.

“Miss Jia, it seems we are fated to meet again!”