The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 22: Going Up for a Sliding Tackle

Translator: 549690339

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“Streaming Light Sword Qi!”

At the critical moment, Mo Ying made her move.

With a sword incantation in her hand, her Breeze-riding Sword dragged a dazzling trail of Sword Qi as it slashed down.

There was a clang, and Brother Flathead actually rose upright, catching the Flying Sword with his front paws, sparks flying everywhere. Even though he was knocked back several meters, he did not fall.

“What powerful claws!”

Mo Ying was shocked.

The demonic beast had great strength, and its claws were as firm as a Spiritual Artifact, impossible to sever.

“Roar!”

Brother Flathead, enraged by Mo Ying’s action, threw the Breeze-riding Sword away. Dragged by its momentum, Mo Ying tumbled to the ground.

Unstoppable, Brother Flathead pounced toward Ye Feng and Long Tianxing, who were still standing.

His ferocious demeanor seemed to say: I’ll take you all down!

“Sect Leader, be careful!”

The others quickly shouted in warning.

“Sect Leader, run!” Long Tianxing was trembling so much he was about to grab Ye Feng and flee together.

“How dare you harm my disciples, take my wooden board!”

Seeing his disciples beaten and scattered, Ye Feng’s anger rose. Not only did he not run, but he readied himself to attack.

Holding an old wooden door, he swung it like playing tennis, and with the board shattering on impact, sent Brother Flathead flying dozens of meters away, rolling down the mountain.

“Ah… what!”

All the disciples were stunned at the sight.

“Eh! Am I really that fierce?”

Ye Feng was also taken aback.

Ever since today’s “punching Long Qitian, hand-chopping Li Hanshao,” he knew his strength was formidable.

That was why Ye Feng dared to make a move.

However, he didn’t expect his strength to be this immense, to send Brother Flathead flying dozens of meters with a wooden board. He just didn’t know if his opponent was dead or not.

“Sect Master Uncle, how… How are you so powerful?”

“Aren’t you a mortal? How could you have flung that beast so far away?”

Shi Lei, Li Jiaojiao, and Huo Yunjie crowded around him, eyes wide, scrutinizing Ye Feng closely.

“Cough cough, I’m just a bit stronger,”

Ye Feng didn’t know how to explain.

He couldn’t just say that his Cultivation Level was now “Qi Refinement Nine Peaks+,” but he was unable to use his cultivation, could he?

“Perhaps, the System has bugged out and added the cultivation to my physical strength,” Ye Feng came up with this idea again.

“Sect Leader is mighty!”

Long Tianxing rushed over, his handsome eyes full of admiration.

Mo Ying retracted her Breeze-riding Sword, her face hidden behind the veil, filled with astonishment.

“This Sect Leader… His strength seems even greater. It seems he has been playing the role of a mortal, but he had to expose some of his true power in order to save us,”

Mo Ying thought to herself.

“Everyone, don’t worry. If that demonic beast comes back, leave it to me to deal with,”

Ye Feng, amidst the disciples’ adulation, felt not pride but a deeper sense of “dull pain.”

Currently, his Cultivation Level was still “Qi Refinement Nine Peaks+.” If he could use his cultivation base, he might be able to sweep through Sect Leaders of middle-rank Sects.

But now, he was just a bit stronger.

As for spells, he still couldn’t cast them.

“Luckily, I’ve washed my eyes and activated the Spirit Eyes. Tonight, I will try to cultivate the Basic Cultivation Technique again,” Ye Feng began planning.

“Roar!”

But before long, Brother Flathead, who had tumbled down the mountain, charged back up, roaring as he lunged at Ye Feng again.

“He’s not dead yet!”

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Ye Feng kicked with a single swift move.

Bang!

Brother Flathead came fast and left just as quickly, flying backward for dozens of meters in the blink of an eye, no one knew where he had crashed.

“This!”

Li Jiaojiao’s eyes widened in shock, “Sect Master Uncle, that demonic beast has a very hard body all over. Are your feet okay after kicking it?”

Even if Ye Feng were strong, he was still flesh and blood.

The demonic beast’s skin was as hard as ironstone. Wouldn’t his foot break from kicking it?

Not just Li Jiaojiao, Shi Lei and Huo Yunjie also looked over worriedly.

“Ah?”

Ye Feng then realized the problem.

But when he moved his toes, he found no pain or itch; it seemed like there were no injuries.

“The strength of my body has increased too?” Ye Feng was quite surprised in his heart.

It seemed like a system bug had indeed occurred, transferring the strength that should have been added to his cultivation level to his physical body.

“Roar!”

Moments later, a disgruntled roar came from the bottom of the mountain as Brother Flathead quickly climbed up again, staring intently at Ye Feng, puzzled as to why this seemingly weak human youth could send it flying.

“Coming again?”

Seeing Brother Flathead’s indomitable spirit, Ye Feng couldn’t help but laugh, and he slid in with a tackle.

Once more, Brother Flathead tumbled down the mountain.

“You all settle down in the sect; leave this area to me,” Ye Feng waved at the disciples and stood with his hands on his hips at the entrance of the downhill path.

When Brother Flathead charged up, Ye Feng went in with a flying kick.

After repeating this a dozen times, Brother Flathead finally lost his energy, not daring to climb up again for quite some time.

Ye Feng heaved a sigh of relief and walked back to Misty Sect.

By now, Long Tianxing had been settled down, temporarily sharing a room with Shi Lei and Huo Yunjie.

Mo Ying was rooming with Li Jiaojiao.

As the Sect Leader, Ye Feng naturally stayed in his Sect Leader’s Great Hall honestly, using a few small treasure boxes filled with spirit stones as pillows to prevent theft.

With Brother Flathead’s disturbance gone, Li Jiaojiao began to cook food in the kitchen using the grains they had bought the day before.

As a girl from a small mountain village, Li Jiaojiao had done household chores every day since she was young. Her cooking skills were definitely among the best in Misty Sect.

After eating, Ye Feng took out a bottle of Spirit Eye Liquid and placed it in front of Long Tianxing, saying,

“Tian Xing, this is Spirit Eye Liquid. It is used to wipe your eyes to expedite the opening of Spirit Eyes.”

Opening Spirit Eyes meant entering the foundational realm of cultivation, the Gazing Breath Realm.

Practitioners of this realm can’t cast spells yet, but they can see the spiritual energy between heaven and earth; that’s why it’s called “Gazing Breath.”

Ye Feng was currently at this realm.

Strictly speaking, someone at the Gazing Breath Realm was still a mortal.

Some real geniuses are born with “Spirit Eyes” and can see nature’s spiritual energy. As long as they get a cultivation technique, they can start cultivating.

“Thank you, Sect Leader. But I’ve been able to see nature’s spiritual energy since I was young, so there’s no need for me to use the Spirit Eye Liquid,” Long Tianxing shook his head and said.

Ye Feng was startled for a moment.

But quickly, he remembered that Long Tianxing possessed “Blue Spirit Eyes,” which counted as Spirit Eyes.

“Born with Spirit Eyes?”

“That’s the mark of a legendary genius!”

“I even heard that having natural Spirit Eyes increases your cultivation speed.”

Hearing Long Tianxing’s words, the other disciples all looked over in surprise.

After all, Long Tianxing was a shy boy, and feeling the stares from his senior brothers and sisters, he embarrassingly lowered his head.

“Since you’ve already opened your Spirit Eyes, then let’s start with cultivating a Cultivation Technique!”

Ye Feng awkwardly put the Spirit Eye Liquid away and, after rummaging through the Sect Leader’s Great Hall, he pulled out an old, era-filled book and laid it flat on the table.

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