The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 223: Predicting the Future, Two Peak Demon Generals Attack
At the celebration banquet of the Myriad Islands Alliance, everyone drank happily.

However, Ye Feng was not happy.

He looked at the delicious dishes on the table, took a swig of wine, and in the end, only ate a crab from the Southern River Lake before he stopped using his chopsticks.

“I will never sit at the drinking table again; I’m more suited to sitting at the children’s table because that’s the only way I can actually get some food…”

Ye Feng silently admonished himself.

Before long, the banquet ended.

The cultivators of the Myriad Islands Alliance gradually departed, leaving only Ye Feng, Mo Tianlong, Mo Minxi, the Blue Dragon King, and a few others in the banquet hall.

“Master Ye, did you enjoy the meal tonight?” Mo Tianlong asked.

“Yes, very much so, extremely!” Ye Feng nodded vigorously, thinking to himself that he certainly couldn’t admit he had eaten only a single crab and barely anything else, could he?

“It seems that Master Ye has not eaten his fill,” Mo Tianlong said with a smile, instructing the maid to prepare another table of fine dishes just for Ye Feng.

Then, Mo Tianlong took out a blue pendant and said, “This is a defense crystal, capable of resisting five attacks from anyone below the third level of the Spirit Sea Realm. Consider it a token of my esteem, Master Ye.”

“How could I possibly accept this!” Ye Feng protested with his words, yet his hands honestly accepted the defensive crystal pendant.

After a bit more conversation, Ye Feng was escorted to a side hall, where he saw a table full of delicious food. However, he really had no appetite and could only pack everything up to take with him.

Swish!

A golden light flew from afar, but it was stopped outside by the pale blue shield of the “Thirty-Six Heavenly Array”.

Mo Tianlong casually reached out and transformed the golden light into a golden paper crane, which he handed to Mo Minxi by his side.

“Minxi, I have urgent matters to attend to. Please take Master Ye back to the Misty Sect for me. Thanks!” Elder Hongmeng’s voice came from the paper crane.

Mo Minxi put away the paper crane and headed towards the side hall.

Ye Feng was already packed up and ready to leave.

“Master Ye, Hongmeng is detained with some business and can’t take you back. This time, I will send someone to escort you,” Mo Minxi said.

As the Young Alliance Leader of the Myriad Islands Alliance, it was impossible for her to personally escort Ye Feng, but the alliance was full of strong cultivators, and casually dispatching a few at or above the seventh level of the Element Gathering Realm to escort him would ensure his safety on the road.

“No problem, thank you for that,” Ye Feng left the side hall.

Under the night sky.

Ye Feng, together with Brother Flathead, leaped onto the back of a blue sea bird, protected by a shield, and with the sea bird flapping its wings, they soared through the sky at a hundred meters per second toward Misty Peak in the west.

“Sect Master Ye, how do you find the speed?”

Halfway through the flight, the blue sea bird beneath him spoke.

It was the Elder “Blue Bird” of the Myriad Islands Alliance, a middle-rank Demon General Peak in strength, adept at speed, and was tasked with escorting Ye Feng back to the Misty Sect.

“Blue Bird Elder’s speed is very fast, I believe we will arrive at the Misty Sect by the latter half of the night. Thank you for your hard work,” Ye Feng said gratefully.

“It’s my duty,” the Blue Bird Elder replied.

On the bird’s back.

Brother Flathead stuck his head out of the shield, enjoying the feeling of the strong wind blowing through his hair once again.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on the bird’s back, and due to having drunk too much, he gradually fell asleep.

In his dream.

He found himself opening his eyes, getting up from the back of the Blue Bird Elder, and seeing Misty Peak in ruins, its disciples all seriously injured. Bloodshot eyes filled with killing intent immediately.

“No, this is a dream… or rather, an inaccurate prediction!”

Ye Feng suddenly realized.

In the dream, he couldn’t change anything; he could only watch.

As a result, Ye Feng looked around and saw two familiar figures battling fiercely on the destroyed summit of Misty Peak, even the Thousand-Year Ancient Pine Tree had been broken. The fight was brutal.

These two were the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile!

Back in the Fuyun Gloomy Forest, Ye Feng had come upon the battle between these two peak Demon Generals by chance. It was the impact from their fight that seriously injured Elder Lu Shanyue of the Liuyun Sect, which led to his bonding experience with Ye Feng.

With the battle of the two peak Demon Generals raging on, Misty Peak shattered, countless boulders tumbling down, and even Xiao Lin Village at the foot of the mountain was affected, with countless casualties.

“Roar!”

The Dual-winged Giant Crocodile and the Fanged Mad Pig continued their fierce battle and then gradually moved away. As for the entirety of Misty Peak, it was left in this desolate condition simply from being impacted by the battle.

…

He awoke from the dream.

Ye Feng opened his eyes to find himself breathing heavily, his forehead soaked with perspiration, pupil constricted, as though he’d just been hauled out of the sea.

Looking down, he discovered that Blue Bird Elder had just flown over the Southern River Lake and they were still four thousand miles away from Misty Peak.

“Why would I have such a dream?” Ye Feng wondered to himself.

“Ding, this is a ‘Crisis Awareness’ upgrade called ‘Dream Prediction,’ which can predict dangers and possible consequences that may occur within the next three days,” the System announcement made Ye Feng come to a realization.

“If it’s a prediction, then why am I not in the prediction? And why was Mo Tianlong not present in the previous prediction at the Myriad Islands Alliance?” Ye Feng was puzzled.

The System explained, “Predictions are merely for reference.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng fell silent.

The previous “Crisis Awareness” only allowed Ye Feng to sense unease and be aware that danger was impending, but it did not tell him what the specific danger was.

Now, with the increase in Sect Prestige Value, he could actually predict possible dangers, even complete with visual images.

However, this prediction wasn’t very accurate.

“Even though it’s just a reference, I must hurry back to the sect. If the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile and the Fanged Mad Pig really do fight on Misty Peak, with their strength at the peak of the Demon General level, they will definitely break through the Five Elements Continuous Array and destroy everything at the peak,” Ye Feng’s expression gradually grew serious.

Not just the disciples of the Misty Sect, even Ye Feng himself was likely no match for the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile and the Fanged Mad Pig.

After all, those two were genuine Demon Generals at their peak!

They were quite famous throughout the entire Southern River Basin.

…

Dawn was just breaking, with a hint of pale light showing on the horizon.

Nanlu Mountain Range.

A subterranean cave.

The Fanged Mad Pig, leading a group of little piglets, was wandering through the forest in search of breakfast, hunting down plenty of fierce beasts or low-rank demonic beasts to fill their stomachs.

Suddenly, the Fanged Mad Pig lifted its head, its gaze passing over the Fuyun Gloomy Forest and falling on the Yunxiao Great Forest on the north bank of Fenhuo River.

There in a swamp, lay the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile, sleeping.

“Gurgle gurgle!”

The Fanged Mad Pig craved crocodile meat, and so, with a roar, it left the little piglets behind and charged through the Fuyun Gloomy Forest like a mammoth, trampling down the towering ancient trees as it sprinted towards Fenhuo River.

In the swamp.

The Dual-winged Giant Crocodile basked in the morning light, looking utterly content.

Suddenly, it sensed something and looked towards the Fuyun Gloomy Forest on the southern bank of Fenhuo River, only to see clouds of dust rising into the sky and heavy, thunderous footsteps rapidly approaching.

“Roar!”

The Dual-winged Giant Crocodile was enraged; its tail swept away, crushing dense ancient woods in its path as it charged towards the oncoming Fanged Mad Pig.

Boom!

The two collided on the southern bank of Fenhuo River.

The terrifying sound waves spread out, slicing trees within several hundred meters at their midsection, even causing the river to dip from their tremendous force, cracking the ground and spreading fissures dozens of meters around.

“Gurgle gurgle!”

The Fanged Mad Pig continued to display its power, using its sharp, hard tusks to flip the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile over, causing it to tumble across the ground, covered in mud.

“Roar!” The Dual-winged Giant Crocodile roared, clamping its jaws on the tail of the Fanged Mad Pig, rolling over in a deadly move, and viciously tearing off a large chunk of flesh.

“Ow!” The Fanged Mad Pig, furious, employed its Hell Stomp, leaping onto the back of the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile, and its four thick, elephant-like hooves crazily stomped down, pushing the crocodile into the mire.

The two continued their intense fight, and, just like Ye Feng had predicted in his dream, the battle crept closer to Misty Peak.

At the top of the peak.

Qiao Jiaxi was the earliest riser.

He stood on the edge of the cliff, inhaling the cool, pure air of the morning, ready to continue his training with the Armored Guardians to strengthen his body’s resistance to blows.

But as he looked towards the Fuyun Gloomy Forest, he noticed that a great battle was unfolding there, with dust swirling and terrible sound waves spreading, destroying the forests in its path.

The deafening roars sounded incessantly.

“Brothers and sisters, something big is happening!”

Qiao Jiaxi shouted loudly.

Upon hearing his call, the other disciples rushed over, looking towards the center of the battle.

Mo Ying fixed her eyes on the two familiar figures, her pupils shrinking, “This is bad! Those are the two peak Demon Generals, the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile. When the Sect Leader and I passed through the Fuyun Gloomy Forest, we happened to encounter them in battle.”

Ji Ziling pointed at the fighting mass, her beautiful brows wrinkled slightly, “Looking at the way they’re fighting, it seems like they are getting closer and closer to Misty Peak. What should we do?”

“They are peak Demon Generals; not even the Five Elements Continuous Array can withstand them. And now, with the Sect Leader away, we have no way to counter them.”

Mo Ying clenched her sword hilt tightly, “In my view, the best thing to do is pack up our belongings. Once the fight reaches here, we must retreat immediately, preserving our living forces is the most important thing.”

“But what if the Sect Leader returns and sees that we’ve deserted in the face of battle, failing to protect the peak’s belongings? Wouldn’t he scold us?” Jia Yulan was reluctant to abandon the Spiritual Medicine Garden that they had worked so hard to establish.

“If we resist to the death and then all die in battle, do you think the Sect Leader will be happy when he returns to see our sorry state?” Mo Ying analyzed calmly. With her rhetorical question, Jia Yulan was left speechless.

“Let’s observe the situation first; if the Fanged Mad Pig and the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile really do make it to Misty Peak, we must retreat,” Shi Lei spoke out.

As the senior brother, his word carried weight.

“If possible, I’ll go to attract their attention first. The best outcome would be to shift the direction of the battle. If that fails, we’ll retreat immediately,” Mo Ying pulled out the middle-grade Spirit Sword that Ye Feng had given her, her lips pressed tight, and she was the first to soar into the sky on her sword.

“Sister, it’s dangerous!” the disciples yelled anxiously.

More than ten miles from Misty Peak.

The battle between the two peak Demon Generals had reached a ferocious stage.

They disregarded their surroundings, focused only on their furious combat.

You bite me, I stab you, neither yielding, their bodies covered in wounds but with thick skin and flesh, they suffered only minor injuries, maintaining their peak combat strength.

Mo Ying flew to an altitude of a hundred meters.

She watched the battle from several hundred meters away, and although she used her sword light to withstand the shock waves, she still felt immense pressure. Even wielding a middle-grade Spirit Sword and Sword Drawing Technique, she was hardly likely to harm the two strong, peak Demon Generals.

Hundreds of miles away.

Ye Feng sat on the back of the Blue Bird Elder, holding the Heaven-Asking Mirror and observing the colossal battle between the Dual-winged Giant Crocodile and the Fanged Mad Pig with a tense expression.

Suddenly, he saw Mo Ying entering the frame, frowning, he said, “This foolish girl, is she trying to divert the attention of the two peak Demon Generals? But with such a huge gap in strength, don’t be rash!”

After speaking, Ye Feng instinctively patted his thigh, but by chance, Brother Flathead had rested his head on his leg, and with a “smack,” his slap landed squarely on Brother Flathead’s head.

“Woof!”

Brother Flathead stood up with indignation, glaring at Ye Feng with eyes that flickered with hurt and anger, seemingly asking:

Why did you hit me?