The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 19 Long Zhenchuan’s Overture

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Whoosh!

A gust of wind filled the air.

Jia Yulan’s side was suddenly flanked by countless petals that reached in front of Li Hanshao and overlapped into a pink palm as big as a table.

“You’ve provoked our Sect Leader of the Misty Sect over and over again, this is intolerable!”

Jia Yulan scolded in a delicate voice.

To everyone’s surprise, the petal-formed pink palm grabbed Li Hanshao’s collar and, like an eagle snatching a chick, tossed him away.

“Ouch!”

Li Hanshao managed only a pathetic scream before landing in a stinky ditch beside the plaza.

“Brother Li!”

The disciples from Heixuan Gate and Xuenyun Sect hurried over, pulling up the stinking Li Hanshao.

But Li Hanshao smelled so foul that the disciples couldn’t help but let go, and he fell back in, swallowing several mouthfuls of dirty water.

“Pfft!”

All the onlookers burst into laughter.

Ye Feng struggled to hold back his laughter, but ultimately couldn’t resist and let out a carefree chuckle.

At the same time, he saw through the system panel that the task progress bar for the assessment period had risen to “71%”, and his laughter grew even louder and more jovial.

“Ye Feng, you… glug glug!”

Li Hanshao, hearing the laughter, jumped out of the gutter in a rage, about to curse, but he gulped down several more mouthfuls of filthy water, gagging as if he was drowning in Grinning Springs.

“Second Senior Brother, let’s go.”

The disciple from Heixuan Gate quickly took off his belt, looped it around Li Hanshao’s neck, and pulled him out before they staggered away from the Hundred Sects Plaza in an embarrassing retreat.

“Disciple Jia Yulan greets the Sect Leader.”

At this moment, this graceful lady of eminent birth bowed respectfully before Ye Feng.

It was only then that everyone woke from their daze.

Ye Feng had indeed taught Jia Yulan, and no, he hadn’t ruined her; it was actually terrifying.

“To teach with just one look, Sect Leader Ye is truly a Great Master of Magic!”

“I suddenly want to join the Misty Sect.”

“Sect Leader Ye, take my knee!”

The surrounding onlookers spoke one after another.

“Sect Leader Ye is truly divine, an eye-opener for this steward indeed. You are worthy of the person specifically named by Steward Zhou Jiaqian; I am impressed,” Steward Qiu Daming clasped his hands towards Ye Feng, then glanced at Jia Yulan before turning to leave.

This news was important; he must report to the Deputy City Lord as soon as possible to draw attention.

Meanwhile, Ye Feng discovered another good thing.

As more cultivators began recognizing the Misty Sect, the Sect’s Prestige Value had already risen to 50. At this rate, it wouldn’t take many days to reach 100.

Ye Feng looked at Jia Yulan and said, “From today onwards, you shall be the Seventh Disciple of our Misty Sect.”

“Yes, Sect Leader,” Jia Yulan nodded.

“Miss, now that you’ve joined the Misty Sect, whatever shall we do?” the two maids following Jia Yulan said with worried faces.

If the master learned they had not taken good care of the young miss, they feared they might have their legs broken once they got home.

“Seeing as they have cultivation levels, why not take them in as Registered Disciples of our Misty Sect as well?”

Ye Feng’s eyes flashed as he was the first to speak up.

He had just used his Spirit Eyes to see that both maids possessed a Qi Refinement at the second level.

Taking them in as Registered Disciples was certainly an option.

“Have you not thanked the Sect Leader yet?”

Jia Yulan reproached lightly.

Only then did the two maids kneel down to pay their respects, each reporting their own situations.

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Ye Feng hurriedly wrote down their information in the Book of Names, his face brimming with delight.

“Ding, registered disciple ‘Xia He’ received, lower-grade root bone, Qi Refinement level two, possesses a First Grade Spell “Binding Spirit Rope”, about to begin.”

“Ding, registered disciple ‘Qiu Ju’ received, lower-grade root bone, Qi Refinement level two, possesses a First Grade Spell “Binding Spirit Rope”, about to begin.”

After receiving the system’s message, Ye Feng couldn’t help but be surprised. He hadn’t expected Xia He and Qiu Ju to both have decent cultivation levels, and their root bones were not bad either.

“Truly the maids of noble families, they must have been carefully selected; they are not inferior to ordinary sect disciples.”

Ye Feng thought to himself.

At this moment, he noticed that the progress bar for the assessment task had risen to “85%”. With just two more registered disciples, he should be able to complete the task.

Clap, clap, clap…

A series of loud applause came from afar.

“Another visitor?”

The onlookers turned towards the sound.

They saw a dignified middle-aged man, accompanied by a slightly haggard but beautiful woman, followed by more than a dozen cultivators, walking over with firm steps.

“It’s my uncle, and my mother.”

Long Tianxing pointed at the newcomers, his face filled with worry, fearing he would be taken back by his uncle.

“No wonder my nephew climbed over the walls to join the Misty Sect. It’s because of Sect Master Ye, the Great Master of Magic. My apologies for the oversight.”

Long Zhenchuan walked over, with an air of dragon-like stride and tiger-like poise.

He carried an aura of authority that comes from being in command for a long time, which made Long Tianxing a bit frightened.

“Miss Jia, I didn’t expect to see you here too. How has your esteemed father been recently?” Long Zhenchuan looked at Jia Yulan and inquired, managing to be smooth and considerate in his dealings.

“My father has been very well lately, thank you for your concern, Uncle Long.” Jia Yulan nodded slightly as she spoke.

Her father had already reached the Qi Refinement ninth level and had a well-known reputation, thus she, as his daughter, was also known by many.

“Xing Er, come back with me!”

Long Yuxin, Long Tianxing’s mother, beckoned to him.

“I have already joined the Misty Sect and I want to follow the Sect Leader to cultivate.” Long Tianxing clenched his teeth and spoke.

“Let him go! Actually, joining the Misty Sect is a good thing, and he can get guidance from Sect Master Ye.”

But then Long Zhenchuan spoke unexpectedly, voicing a surprisingly approving opinion.

Even Ye Feng found it unexpected.

He had just given Long Qitian a beating, and instead of seeking retribution, Long Zhenchuan actually agreed to Long Tianxing joining the Misty Sect.

Something about this was odd.

Upon hearing that Long Zhenchuan agreed to his joining the Misty Sect, Long Tianxing was overjoyed and said, “Thank you so much, Uncle!”

“Sect Master Ye, my son previously offended you, and I hope you won’t take it to heart.” Long Zhenchuan then said something else that surprised everyone.

“It’s all in the past.”

Ye Feng replied with a thick skin.

After all, it was he who had beaten Long Qitian, and now Long Zhenchuan was initiating a courteous gesture, leaving him with no room to object.

“I wonder if my unworthy son could be accepted into your esteemed sect?” Long Zhenchuan spoke boldly, causing a stir.

Ye Feng listened and guessed the reason.

“It seems that Long Zhenchuan must have already been nearby, witnessing my personal teaching of Jia Yulan. That’s why his attitude has changed… However, I am also a man of principles; troublemakers like Long Qitian cannot be accepted into our sect.”

A realization dawned on Ye Feng, clear as daylight to him.

Shi Lei, Li Jiaojiao, and Mo Ying all looked to Ye Feng, waiting for his decision.

They had met Long Qitian and had taken an instant dislike to him, subconsciously hoping Ye Feng would refuse.

Ye Feng waved his hand dismissively and said, “Your noble son has no fate with our Misty Sect; we do not accept.”

As his words fell, silence enveloped the gathering.

“Sect Master Ye actually rejected Long Zhenchuan?”

The bystanders were stunned, their mouths agape with shock as they beheld an unexpected turn.