The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 187: Chapter 187: The Thirteenth Disciple of the Misty Sect, Midnight Snack Time

Dragonfolk Clan Ancient Town.

The Clan Leader’s ennoblement ceremony ended quickly.

Next was the segment Ye Feng had been most looking forward to.

The feast begins!

When the first plate was brought to the table, the fragrant roasted wild boar immediately made Ye Feng’s mouth water. He exchanged glances with a few children nearby and reached for the food at the same time.

“You won’t be able to beat me!”

Ye Feng laughed heartily. With a pinch and a twist of his chopsticks, he tore off a large chunk of the aromatic pork and popped it into his mouth, savoring the blissful taste.

Ji Ziling didn’t eat.

To put it accurately, she had no appetite.

She watched Ye Feng, who was back to her, competing with a few children for food and suddenly found him very adorable.

His handsome profile, even smeared with a bit of pork fat, could not hide his alluring charm.

“So it turns out that the Sect Leader is not a Divine Spirit but a cultivator mentioned in ancient texts.”

“However, the Sect Leader seems to have a strong cultivation level; all of the powerful figures around him hold him in awe.”

“But if Divine Spirits aren’t gods, then I am the same as the Sect Leader… so, can I like him?”

This thought suddenly popped into Ji Ziling’s head.

In the ancient town, the High Priest is a guardian god without emotions.

But Ji Ziling is a sentimental person.

Seeing others become happily married couples, she envied them and wished for a sincere relationship of her own.

“No way!”

Ye Feng’s voice suddenly rang out, shattering Ji Ziling’s fantasy and pulling her thoughts back to reality. Her eyes refocused hastily onto Ye Feng, only to realize he was still competing with the children for food.

The “no way” was also directed at a mischievous child at the same table.

“How can you bully the Sect Leader? Ever heard of respecting your elders? Give me that duck leg… Ah, you actually licked it, shameless!”

Ye Feng was in a heated battle for food with the children.

However, one bratty kid who couldn’t outdo Ye Feng and the others, suddenly leaped onto the table and bit into a freshly served roasted duck.

“You rascal, are you asking for a spanking?”

The child’s parents quickly came rushing over with sticks as thick as arms, grabbed his ear, and dragged him away, leading to a round of parental double-teaming.

Ji Ziling, witnessing the strong sense of life in the human world and blending into it for the first time, suddenly smiled.

“It turns out that what I yearn for is not to be a restrained and respected High Priest but to cultivate at my own will, to chase after my true heart—this has always been the right way.”

Being of supreme grade roots, Ji Ziling was also quite intelligent.

Since she had come out, her growth could be described as rapid.

Gradually, Ji Ziling understood what she wanted and what she did not.

Therefore, she picked up her chopsticks, took a neatly cut piece of braised pork, tasted it, and found the flavor just right. It was as if she was sitting in a small boat, leisurely floating down the river, feeling completely at ease.

“Life should be just like this!”

Ji Ziling thought to herself.

Soon after, Ye Feng had his fill.

He stood under a willow tree, watching a few kids play and enjoying the cool breeze that teased the air, feeling very comfortable.

At that moment, Ji Ziling approached with a few books in her arms.

“Sect Leader, I want to start cultivating,” she said.

This was the first time Ye Feng heard Ji Ziling call him “Sect Leader,” which somewhat surprised him, but he still nodded slightly to signal his approval and said, “After we return to Misty Peak today, I’ll teach you how to cultivate.”

With that, he took out a bottle of Spirit Eye Liquid.

“This is for washing your eyes. After you clean them, in some time, you’ll be able to open your Spirit Eyes and see the spiritual energy of the world.”

“Thank you, Sect Leader!”

Ji Ziling took the Spirit Eye Liquid, carefully pouring a little into her eyes and blinking repeatedly to promote absorption.

In less than ten minutes, the entire bottle of Spirit Eye Liquid was consumed.

Ji Ziling suddenly felt her eyes getting heavy and wanted to sleep, so she lay down on Ye Feng’s lounging chair and took a brief nap for half an hour.

When she opened her eyes again, it was as if she had entered a new world.

In her vision, countless colorful breaths floated around!

They were in the air and even more so on the bodies of the Dragonfolk.

“Are those colorful breaths the spiritual energy mentioned in ancient texts?” Ji Ziling blinked and quickly learned how to control her Spirit Eyes.

However, when Ji Ziling looked at Ye Feng, she was stunned.

There was not a trace of spiritual energy on Ye Feng!

“Could this be the extraordinary method of completely controlling one’s own spiritual energy, mentioned in the ancient texts as an inner refinement?” Ji Ziling was astonished in her heart. “It seems only by breaking through to the ‘Divine Origin Realm’, revered as a Divine Spirit among humans, can one achieve such exquisite control, right?”

At that thought, Ji Ziling considered her Sect Leader to be quite remarkable.

“He must be a great power of the Divine Origin Realm, namely, a deity!”

Ji Ziling’s imagination wandered farther and farther.

At this time, Long Tianxing, Long Yuanqing, and Long Yuxin approached from afar.

Carrying a large bag over his shoulder, Long Yuanqing appeared to be carrying something.

“This is as far as we go,” Long Tianxing stopped and looked at his parents, “I’m returning to the sect with the Sect Leader. Mom, Dad, once you are tired of playing here, come find me at Misty Peak.”

Long Yuanqing examined his son in front of him and said meaningfully:

“Tian Xing, you’re almost grown up now. I didn’t want you to follow my old path, so I had your mother take you to live with your uncle. Now, I will still let you choose your own path. As long as you feel it’s right for you, bravely walk on, and don’t fear difficulties.”

At these words, Long Tianxing’s eyes moistened slightly, and he nodded.

Long Yuxin gently stroked Tian Xing’s face and handed him a letter, saying, “Your mother will live here from now on. Take this letter to your uncle, and oh, I’ve hidden a hundred lower grade Spirit Stones under my bed for your uncle to use, understand?”

Hearing this, Ye Feng was slightly surprised.

Long Yuxin, being only in the Qi Refining Realm, actually had a hundred Spirit Stones hidden away, which she kept in the Dragon Mansion of Long Zhenchuan, making her quite a wealthy lady indeed!

Long Zhenchuan probably never imagined that his sister was so rich.

“Hmm, I’ve got it,” Long Tianxing nodded.

“These are the local specialties of Dragonfolk Ancient Town; take them back later and give them to your fellow disciples,” Long Yuanqing said, tossing a large bag nearly three meters in diameter over his shoulder to Long Tianxing.

“Alright… Ah!”

Long Tianxing was just about to catch the large bag when he realized it was too heavy. His body was pressed down to the ground, and he nearly spat out foam.

“My son!”

Long Yuanqing and Long Yuxin panicked.

With a wave of his fan, Ye Feng used the power of Heroic Spirit to lift the large bag, discovering it weighed three thousand pounds, no wonder Long Tianxing couldn’t catch it.

“Tianxing is only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, so his strength is limited,” Ye Feng reminded them, attempting to store the large bag in the System Space but finding there wasn’t enough room, so he had to carry it.

“I didn’t think this through,” Long Yuanqing cursed himself for being careless.

“That’ll do, I must take my leave now!” Ye Feng bowed to Long Yuanqing and Long Yuxin before flying off toward the outskirts of Dragonfolk Ancient Town.

“Mom, Dad, I’m leaving!” Long Tianxing quickly followed in Ye Feng’s footsteps.

“Xing Er, remember to come back!” Long Yuxin placed her hands in front of her, shaped like a megaphone, and shouted towards Long Tianxing, who had flown to midair.

In the sky.

Ye Feng sat on the large bag wrapped in dozens of layers of black cloth, with Long Tianxing and Ji Ziling sitting on either side.

“Sect Leader, how long will it take us to get back to Misty Peak?” Ji Ziling asked.

“We have a journey of three thousand miles ahead of us. Our speed isn’t very fast, so it will take at least five hours,” Ye Feng responded, somewhat helpless as he sat on the large bag.

If not for the heaviness of the large bag, which was just carrying two people, the speed could have been many times faster.

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

By the time Ye Feng and his companions neared Misty Peak, it was already deep into the night.

“One thousand and three, one thousand and four…”

Atop Misty Peak, Qiao Jiaxi stood on the floor, lifting giant stones weighing ten thousand pounds above his head with each hand, then lowering them to shoulder height and repeating the process to train his body.

“Qiao Junior Brother is truly diligent,” Long Tianxing remarked, catching sight of Qiao Jiaxi from afar and couldn’t help but click his tongue in awe.

Ji Ziling looked out to see that the upper half of Misty Peak was shrouded in mist, but the peak was clear, enveloped in multicolored Spiritual Energy, resembling a blessed land of cultivation described in ancient texts.

“Is this Misty Peak?”

Ji Ziling thought it looked quite good, not much different from what she had imagined.

Bang!

Ye Feng placed the large bag on the grass, emitting a dull sound, which caught the attention of Qiao Jiaxi who hastily looked over and immediately exclaimed:

“The Sect Leader is back!”

His voice was loud, awakening all the disciples and Spiritual Beasts.

“Roar!”

Brother Flathead was the first to rush over, bumping into Ye Feng’s legs as if to complain about being left behind.

“The Sect Master Uncle is back?”

“Junior Brother Long is back too!”

“Eh, who’s that pretty little sister with knee-length purple hair? She looks so pretty!”

The disciples, some leaving their rooms, some getting up from the pavilion by the Spiritual Spring, and others jumping down from rooftops, quickly gathered around, their gaze first drawn to the three-meter-tall large bag.

“This is Ji Ziling, a new disciple of Misty Sect.” Ye Feng took out the Book of Names and the Sect Leader’s Seal, quickly registering Ji Ziling as a disciple.

“Ding, ‘Ji Ziling’, a registered disciple with Supreme Grade root bones and Spirit Eyes, has been recognized,” the System issued a notification.

From now on, the Misty Sect had thirteen disciples accepted by the System.

“Ji Ziling?”

The disciples looked at each other, feeling the name was quite good.

Ji Ziling stepped forward, performed a full curtsy as introduced in ancient texts, and said with a sweet smile, “Ziling greets all senior brothers and sisters.”

“Junior Sister, welcome!”

The disciples returned their greetings one after the other.

“From now on, we should learn from each other and get along well… Tianxing, open the large bag,” Ye Feng ordered.

“Okay.”

Long Tianxing untied the twine of the large bag, and peeled back the thirty-five layers of black cloth like peeling an onion, until finally a huge pile of items tumbled out all around like a deluge.

“Holy cow, a roasted pig!”

“And there are over a dozen roasted fish, so big, each one must be at least twenty pounds.”

“I see several jars of fine wine, they smell so good!”

“Hey! There’s my favorite giant pig’s trotters.”

The disciples stared at this huge pile of food and drink, all excited.

Moreover, thanks to the dozens of layers of special black cloth wrapping it tightly, the food was still steaming hot and aromatic even now.

The disciples were all puzzled, wondering what on earth the Sect Leader and Long Tianxing had been up to. A few days had passed, and not only had they brought back a beautiful Junior Sister Ziling, but also a great pile of food.

Looking at the abundance of delicious food, even Ye Feng was taken aback.

He had never imagined that such a big package would be filled entirely with food.

“Now I understand that saying… There’s a kind of hunger called ‘your parents think you’re starving’,” Ye Feng gazed at the huge spread of delicacies, swallowed, and then chopsticks appeared in his hand.

“Awakened, time for a midnight snack!”