The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 272: Everything is Ready, Star-Level Sect Appraisal

Ever since Feilai Peak was forged, legends of Ye Feng had been circulating throughout Whitefloat City.

Even the Deputy City Lord, the Old City Lord, and the Nishang Palace Master occasionally sneaked peeks, feeling that Ye Feng had become even more mysterious.

Yunhua Zhenren, the City Lord of Sanyuan City, the Sect Master of the Hundred Artifacts Sect, and other high-ranking powerhouses also pretended to casually pass by, glancing from afar.

Tens of miles away from Misty Peak.

Qingyun Zhenren lay on a tree, staring intently at Feilai Peak, which seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, his eyes filled with disbelief.

“In this world, how can someone create a Spirit Vein out of thin air? Can someone tell me if this is even real?”

Qingyun Zhenren was quite frustrated, to the point of nearly falling into depression.

“Do I really have to kneel in front of Ye Feng, cling to his legs, and cry while admitting my mistake?”

Just thinking of that scene made Qingyun Zhenren’s skin crawl, and in a fit of anger, he cut down the large tree beneath him with a single sword stroke and flew away as if fleeing.

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Misty Peak.

Ye Feng stood shoulder to shoulder with Yan Ruyu and Jia Yulan, gazing at the Spiritual Medicine Garden which had expanded by another third, and he couldn’t stop praising it.

“It looks like our Misty Sect fully meets the requirements for accreditation of a One-star Sect, and we can prepare to start the application process.”

Ye Feng, hands behind his back, was filled with emotion.

After several months, the Misty Sect was finally on the verge of transforming into a Star-Level Force, his heart filled with both anticipation and sentiment.

Of course, he also felt a bit nervous.

“To be on the safe side, let’s invite Elder Hongmeng for an informal assessment to confirm whether the sect meets all the requirements. If so, it won’t be too late to apply for the Star-Level Sect review and evaluation at County King City.”

Ye Feng decided to play it safe.

“Sect Master, there are guests asking for an audience.” At that moment, Long Tianxing ran into the Miniature Cave Heaven World and spoke to Ye Feng.

“Who is looking for me?”

“It’s Elder Hong Meng and Mo Minxi, the Young Alliance Leader of the Myriad Islands Alliance.”

“Is there anyone else?”

“No, just the two of them.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng’s brows furrowed slightly.

While he was curious as to why Elder Hongmeng would come, since she had arrived, it would save him the trouble of making prior contact.

A quarter of an hour later.

In the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

Ye Feng sat in the main seat, with Elder Hongmeng and Mo Minxi in the guest seats, while Gong Qingqiu, as an elder, took a seat opposite the two visitors.

“So the rumors are true. Sect Master Ye has led the disciples of the Misty Sect to create a peak named Feilai Peak, and within it, nurtured a Miniature Spirit Vein—truly a feat that captures the essence of heaven and earth, admirable indeed.” Elder Hongmeng put down her teacup, her face showing fascination.

She was very interested in Ye Feng’s method of creating a Spirit Vein out of nothing.

“You flatter me.” Ye Feng waved his hand.

Mo Minxi sat quietly, sipping tea, appearing somewhat restrained.

Ye Feng glanced at her and remembered the words of the Alliance Leader Mo Tianlong. He thought to himself that Mo Minxi might have been forced to “foster feelings” here.

With that thought, Ye Feng felt amused.

He coughed, clearing his throat before asking, “May I inquire as to the purpose of your sudden visit?

Mo Minxi kept her head down, silent.

Elder Hongmeng slightly pursed her lips and said, “I came specially to visit after hearing about Feilai Peak to witness the man-made Spirit Vein that has become legendary. No other reason.”

“I see!”

Ye Feng nodded. “Elder Hongmeng, our Misty Sect is ready for the ascension to Star-Level. Could you act as an intermediary and review our qualifications?”

Elder Hongmeng’s gaze flickered, responding, “So Sect Master Ye is hoping for a private assessment from me to pinpoint and address any shortcomings?”

“Precisely!” Ye Feng affirmed.

Elder Hongmeng contemplated for a moment before replying, “That is not out of the question. However, the County King City’s assessment for a Sect’s rise to Star-Level is always strict. If I conduct a private assessment for your Sect, then when the official assessment occurs, another elder must be appointed.”

“For fairness and impartiality, right?” Ye Feng asked.

“Indeed,” nodded Elder Hongmeng.

“That’s only right. Ye Feng will have no objections,” Ye Feng stated, hoping Elder Hongmeng could start the identification process immediately.

“Since Sect Master Ye has so graciously invited, I shall not stand on ceremony; let’s take a walk through the Misty Sect right now,” Elder Hongmeng said as she rose to her feet.

“It’s my pleasure,” Ye Feng extended his hand, gesturing “please.”

Elder Hongmeng walked out, heading straight for the Scripture Pavilion first.

Mo Minxi quietly set down her teacup and, alongside Gong Qingqiu, followed behind Ye Feng and Elder Hongmeng in silence, without uttering a word.

“I heard Elder Hongmeng is going to conduct a private Star-Level Sect Evaluation for us, let’s go have a look,” Shi Lei, upon hearing the news, hurriedly led Huo Yunjie, Long Tianxing, and a group of others from behind.

Inside the Scripture Pavilion.

After reviewing the collection of books inside, a smile appeared on Elder Hongmeng’s pretty face. She turned to Ye Feng and said, “Sect Master Ye is indeed wealthy and generous to have acquired so many spells, including some third and fourth-grade spells. With just these, your sect’s Scripture Pavilion already meets the requirements.”

“That’s good to hear,” Ye Feng relaxed inwardly.

Next, the group headed to the Spirit Beast Pavilion.

This newly constructed courtyard was located near the back garden of Misty Peak, with the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle perched on the roof, and the Little White Fox, Whitefloat Five Immortals, Brother Flathead each having their own small rooms.

Catching sight of the imposing Brother Flathead, then glancing at the distant thousand-year ancient pine and the remaining uniformly high-rank demon soldier-level Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts, Elder Hongmeng secretly admired.

“Sect Master Ye, your sect’s foundation is truly profound. Just the Spirit Beast Pavilion alone is enough to sweep through an average One-Star force!” she exclaimed.

Ye Feng smiled, “You mean the Spirit Beast Pavilion also meets the conditions?”

Elder Hongmeng nodded affirmatively, “Naturally.”

After that, the party arrived at the backyard, entering the Miniature Cave Heaven World, and saw the vibrant Spiritual Medicine Field.

Elder Hongmeng was amazed once more.

“It’s truly worthy of a sect with Sect Master Ye at the helm. The number and quality of these Spiritual Medicine Fields are top-notch; passing the evaluation shouldn’t be a problem.”

Glancing at the Spirit Fish in the pond, her eyes brightened, “Sect Master Ye, these fish?”

“I’ll give you three,” Ye Feng said casually as he scooped up three Spirit Fish, each weighing over ten pounds, wrapped in a bubble of water and handed them to Elder Hongmeng.

“The fish taste delicious and are very appetizing,” Ye Feng added.

“Er… I was planning to keep them for viewing, not eating,” Elder Hongmeng said with a strange look on her face.

As she spoke, the atmosphere turned a bit awkward.

“Ahem, let’s move on to the next one!” Ye Feng quickly covered the awkwardness and led everyone toward Feilai Peak, standing by the cliff’s edge, leaning on the railing and looking out into the distance.

“Your sect actually has three Miniature Spirit Veins; you’re really wealthy. There’s no problem with the Spirit Vein criterion,” Elder Hongmeng admired with envy, “Next, we’ll proceed to the alchemy and tool-refining evaluation.”

“Ping An, alchemy,” Ye Feng called out.

“Yes, Sect Master Uncle,” Wang Ping’an stepped forward, setting up the large black pot on the ground under the astonished gazes of Elder Hongmeng and Mo Minxi.

“Start the fire, begin pill concoction!”

Wang Ping’an muttered.

Upon hearing this, Elder Hongmeng and Mo Minxi exchanged glances, their faces full of surprise.

Using an iron pot for alchemy?

Could this not even pay basic respect to alchemy?

Both women’s expressions turned strange, feeling Ye Feng was being too playful. It was one thing to allow his disciples to concoct pills, but using an iron pot?

Unreliable!

That thought crossed both of their minds simultaneously.

But soon, a scene that shocked them took place.

After Wang Ping’an properly mixed the Spiritual Medicine in proportions, he began sautéing and simmering them in the pot. To their astonishment, a lot of shiny Spiritual Medicine essence accumulated on the pot’s walls.

“Oh, this is interesting!” Elder Hongmeng became interested.

Mo Minxi watched intently as well.

They had a premonition—a revolutionary Iron Pot Pill Stewing Method, set to defy traditional alchemy, seemed about to be revealed to the world!