The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 234: Building the Scripture Pavilion, Scapegoat Youth Wang Ping’an
Ye Feng was also at a loss about this question.

He had thought there was a treasure underground, but instead, he inadvertently dug up what seemed to be the skull of an Ancient Giant God.

This matter was indeed a bit too serious…

Remembering that he had not yet made his wish for the day, Ye Feng clapped his hands together and said, “I’ve got it! I wish for upper-rank paper money, incense, candles, an altar, and a pig’s head for the ritual.”

Suddenly, a table appeared on the ground.

In the middle, there was a fragrant, clear-water stewed pig’s head, along with paper money, incense, and candles. Ye Feng hurried to light the incense and candles and stood with his disciples in front of the altar, mumbling to the land,

“Respected predecessor, we inadvertently encountered you today, and we hope you won’t take it to heart against us juniors.”

After offering the incense, Ye Feng’s expression relaxed.

He called on his disciples to begin logging.

The Hardwood Plains spanned tens of miles around, and the hardwood trees there, both in girth and height, were a perfect choice for constructing pavilions.

Clang!

With a ground-hugging Sword Drawing Technique, Huo Yunjie instantly cut down a thousand trees, while the other disciples took care of pruning the branches and turning them into usable timber, all of which was transported back to Misty Peak.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

The carpenter Master Li from the Jia family was called upon once more.

In the open space,

Shi Lei was discussing the blueprints with Master Li, sketching and consulting, both very focused and smiling cheerfully.

“Haha, alright then, that’s settled.”

Half an hour later, Shi Lei looked at the blueprints on the table with a simple smile.

Master Li put down his charcoal pencil and rubbed his aging back, looking at the designs on the table with great satisfaction and a big smile.

“Next, let’s start the construction.”

Shi Lei packed up, calling over Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi, and Ouyang Feng to join him with their Spirit Swords, cutting the hardwood into the required shapes.

Master Li called over more than a dozen carpenters to build the foundation on an open space fifty meters away from the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

With its natural anti-corrosive properties, the hardwood could last a thousand years; even the carbonization process was skipped and construction went directly to assembly, which was very quick.

In less than a day, the main structure was completed, but many details still needed to be perfected.

Laying floorboards, installing roof tiles, applying lacquer…

In just three short days,

A wooden tower with a total height of thirty-five meters and seven stories was erected at the summit of Misty Peak, becoming the current tallest building of the Misty Sect.

As Ye Feng personally unveiled the red cloth on the plaque above the first-floor doorway, the three characters for “Scripture Pavilion” came into view.

Clap, clap, clap!

The disciples burst into applause.

“From today on, the Misty Sect’s Scripture Pavilion is officially open!” Ye Feng, with his hands behind his back, entered it first.

The cross-section of the Scripture Pavilion was hexagonal, forming a six-sided tower.

The first floor had a diameter of about fifteen meters, spacious enough, and the higher it went, the smaller it got, shrinking to a diameter of only ten meters on the seventh floor.

At this moment, there was only a spiral staircase in the center of the first floor, and the surroundings were empty and seemed a bit shabby.

“Ahem, our Misty Sect’s first floor will specialize in storing various insignificant books, such as Beginner Spells and collections of strange tales. From the second floor up, we’ll house more valuable books or Second Grade Spells.”

“Of course, the third floor will hold Third Grade Spells, or ancient books of equivalent value. And so on, the higher the floors, the rarer and more valuable the contents will be.”

“Obviously, there are no bookshelves or books in the Scripture Pavilion yet, but we can buy them and put them there.”

“Yun Jie, Tian Xing, take fifty Middle-Grade Spirit Stones and buy back all sorts of interesting books and spells.”

“The other disciples will cooperate with Master Li to turn the remaining hardwood into bookshelves, to be placed on the first through seventh floors of the Scripture Pavilion.”

Ye Feng began issuing orders to the disciples.

“We will follow the Sect Leader’s orders!” The crowd received their tasks and started to move.

Huo Yunjie and Long Tianxing set off.

“Second senior brother, I think we should head to Whitefloat City and Sanyuan City first, and along the way, make a trip to Beacon Fire City and Five-Colors City; at the very least, we should buy a hundred First Grade Spells, and with the remaining money, purchase other miscellaneous books.”

“I think that’s fine.”

The two chatted while flying towards the distance.

The rest of the disciples also got to work.

“Senior Sister Mo, I’ll leave this to you.” Xia He and Qiu Ju lined up ten pieces of hardwood in a row and stood them up on the ground.

Clang!

Mo Ying, fierce and not much for words, drew her Breeze-riding Sword, and with hundreds of slashes in a moment, split the ten pieces of hardwood into boards, each one centimeter thick.

She continued to act, cutting these boards to the needed size, then handed them over to Master Li to assemble, creating bookshelves that were difficult to destroy.

Ye Feng sat at the top of the Scripture Pavilion, watching the busy crowd below, feeling pleased, a leisurely expression on his face.

In the blink of an eye, several days had passed.

Huo Yunjie and Long Tianxing had returned.

They had spent fifty Middle Grade Spirit Stones and bought one hundred and three First Grade Spells, along with several thousand ordinary books.

By now, all the bookshelves in the Scripture Pavilion were ready, each floor equipped with desks and chairs. Sitting by the windows, one could enjoy the beautiful scenery when tired of reading.

On the shelves of the first three floors, ancient texts were placed.

Even precious books like the Third Grade Spells “Heavenly Moon Strike”, the Auxiliary Cultivation Method “Second Qi Sea”, and “Nine Revolutions Heavenly God Technique” were all written out by Ye Feng, bound into volumes, and put on the third floor of the Scripture Pavilion.

“It still lacks Formation protection.”

Ye Feng stood in front of a bookshelf, looking at the ancient book that recorded the Second Grade Spell “Falling Blooms in Profusion”, preparing to set up a Formation to protect it.

For example, these books could only be read inside the pavilion.

Once taken outside, they would be blocked by the Formation.

Thinking this, Ye Feng quickly communicated with the Refining Furnace to see if a similar Formation could be crafted.

“Eh, who are you?”

Outside the Scripture Pavilion, Li Jiaojiao’s voice, full of surprise, suddenly could be heard.

Ye Feng walked over to the second-floor window and looked down, spotting a lean youth in a large red Daoist robe standing at the peak, carrying a large black pot, looking clean-cut, and bearing a restrained demeanor.

“I am Wang… Wang Ping’an.”

The youth gave a bow to Li Jiaojiao in front of him, his face immediately blushing with shyness as he saw her beauty, and he stammered as he spoke, with his head bowed low.

“You’re called Wang Wang Ping’an?” Li Jiaojiao was skeptical.

“Wang… Ping An, just one Wang!” The youth in red hastily corrected, “I… I’m timid and stutter when I talk, sorry.”

After speaking haltingly, the youth Wang Ping’an buried his head even lower.

“What brings you here… wait, that’s not right, you’re only at the third level of Qi Refinement, yet you managed to pass through the Misty Area; could it be that you passed the entry test left by the Sect Master Uncle and meet the requirements to join our Misty Sect?” Li Jiaojiao examined Wang Ping’an with amazement, recalling something, very surprised.

“Yes… Yes, I would like to meet the Sect Leader of Misty Sect and hope to join the… Misty Sect.” Wang Ping’an, nervous and stuttering, quickly corrected himself.

“Eh, another new junior brother?”

Upon hearing this, the other disciples gathered around, their fervent gazes burying Wang Ping’an’s head even lower.

“You want to join Misty Sect?”

A gentle voice came from the Scripture Pavilion, drawing everyone’s attention.