The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 158:

Chapter 158: Chapter 158 Brother Flathead’s Battle Suit, Han Er’s Shock

Under the cloak of night.

Han Er, with his hands clasped behind his back, flew at an extremely fast pace. His robe flapped loudly in the fierce wind, and his expression was exceptionally cold.

“Han San, rest assured, I will definitely avenge you!” As he thought in his heart, Han Er sped up and was soon swallowed by the vast night.

The Taiyue Mountain Range.

Ye Feng buried the stele back in its original place and said, “Alright, the formation has been broken by this Sect Leader, let’s return to the sect!”

“That’s it?”

The two disciples exchanged glances, thinking that was too quick, wasn’t it? He just carved an array pattern and then a strand of black smoke appeared, and the formation was broken just like that?

“Of course, that’s it. Follow me out.” Ye Feng led the two disciples out of the Miniature Cave Heaven World and stood near the meteorite.

Under the astonished gaze of the two disciples, Ye Feng touched the meteorite’s surface. Contrary to expectations, no blue glow appeared; instead, Ye Feng lifted the entire meteorite and walked out of the crater.

“Is it really done?”

“Sect Leader is so powerful!”

Jia Yulan and Li Jiaojiao couldn’t help but clap and praise him.

“Of course, it is.” Ye Feng smiled, thinking to himself that with the System in hand, the world is mine; to become invincible, one must spend gold.

“Sect Master Uncle, what should we do next?” Li Jiaojiao asked from the side.

Ye Feng activated the Heroic Spirit Power to destroy the meteorite crater, turning it into a pile of ruins and then filled it with soil. He transplanted some flowers and trees, transforming it to look similar to the other areas.

“Just like this,” Ye Feng said.

The next moment, he stored the meteorite into his System Space and said to the two disciples, “Breaking the core of the formation was to erase Han Yi’s mark. Now, neither Han Yi nor Han Er will know who took the meteorite, let alone where it is placed.”

“So the Sect Leader’s intention was so profound, learned it,” Jia Yulan said thoughtfully.

“Next, any other questions?” Ye Feng asked.

“No more,” the two disciples shook their heads.

At this moment, Brother Flathead called out and pointed with his claw at his tattered and ragged cloak, his eyes full of grievance.

Ye Feng immediately laughed: “I told you not to get into fights, but you insisted on it. Now you want me to get you a new cloak?”

“Woo hoo!”

Brother Flathead beat his chest with his claws, like an enraged gorilla in the mountains, as if saying: If you don’t make me clothes, I’ll beat myself to death!

Ye Feng covered his face with his hand, saying helplessly, “Alright, since I haven’t used today’s wish yet, I’ll grant you an outfit that fits you perfectly!”

Having said that, Ye Feng extended an index finger toward Brother Flathead and said, “I wish to give Brother Flathead the most suitable battle suit for him!”

A burst of light emerged, falling on Brother Flathead.

In the surprised gaze of Jia Yulan and Li Jiaojiao, the shabby cloak vanished, and in its place was a set of dark blue tight-fitting battle gear with a red cloak on the shoulders, adorned with a blue “Bro” character.

On the chest of the battle suit was a red “Flat” character, paired with Brother Flathead’s short haircut, collectively spelling out “Brother Flathead.”

Ye Feng’s gaze drifted downward to a certain place and muttered, “It’s a shame that there’s no red underwear to wear on the outside, otherwise, it could be called ‘Super Brother Flathead,’ haha!”

Brother Flathead examined his new outfit and found it vastly satisfying and couldn’t help but crave a good fight.

Ye Feng said, “This battle gear is like playdough; it can self-repair after being torn apart, but it has almost zero defensive power.”

“What is playdough material?” Li Jiaojiao asked, puzzled.

“Uh… you can think of it as clay. In any case, it’s practically indestructible,” Ye Feng explained as he grabbed a piece of Brother Flathead’s cloak and tore off a large chunk with a “rip.”

“Roar!” Brother Flathead looked anxious.

But the next moment, the piece of cloak in Ye Feng’s hand turned into light and merged back into the cloak on Brother Flathead, restoring it to its original state.

“It’s so magical?” Jia Yulan’s eyes shone, secretly wishing she could ask Ye Feng to change into a flowing fairy skirt every day—how wonderful that would be!

Brother Flathead stared blankly at its new battle suit, curious why the torn cloak could recover.

Then, he began tearing at his new outfit, which fully restored itself within three seconds, increasingly exciting him.

“Alright, let’s go back!” Ye Feng, not wanting to talk more, rose into the sky.

“Sect Master Uncle, wait a moment,” Li Jiaojiao called out, “If Han Yi and Han Er from County King City come back and find the meteorite gone, won’t they take their anger out on nearby Qingling Village?”

Ye Feng looked at the valley where Qingling Village was located and after communicating with the System for a moment, his eyes firmed as he said, “Don’t worry, for now there’s no one daring enough to wreak havoc in Qingling Village.”

Li Jiaojiao asked in surprise, “Could it be that our village’s ancestors are very powerful?”

Ye Feng shook his head and said, “It’s not that Qingling Village is powerful, but that valley is filled with the extraordinary. Cultivators should try not to stay too long, otherwise, they might offend some ancient and special existences.”

Having said that, Ye Feng left with his disciples full of confusion.

Brother Flathead couldn’t stop admiring his new battle dress, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became. He couldn’t help but use his claws to comb his flat head into a part down the middle and excitedly howled.

After arriving at the peak of Misty Peak, it was already late at night; everyone was tired, so they went straight to deep sleep.

Early morning.

A figure reached the Taiyue Mountain Range.

Han Er hovered in mid-air, releasing his Divine Sense Power to search, but after half an hour passed, he still had not found any trace of the meteorite, his eyes’ astonishment becoming increasingly intense.

“How could the Miniature Cave Heaven World have disappeared?”

“Could someone have carried it away?”

“No! Unless a Spirit Sea Realm Expert intervened before the core of the Formation was erased, no one could have taken the Miniature Cave Heaven World away; anyone who touched the surface would have been sucked into it.”

“Could it be… that a Spirit Sea Realm Expert from the Human Race was passing by?”

The more Han Er thought about it, the more alarmed he became.

Moments later, Han Er found the refilled meteorite crater. He looked around, saw no footprints, nor sensed any fluctuations of Spiritual Energy, as if it had been forcibly erased by some kind of natural force.

“Oh oh oh!”

From below the mountain, the loud crow of a rooster came.

Han Er followed the sound and noticed Qingling Village in the valley, flying over to capture someone to ask what happened the previous night.

However, as Han Er approached the valley where Qingling Village was located, he felt as though he was being watched by a terrifying existence.

“What’s going on?”

Han Er’s step stiffened, looking at the valley before him. Suddenly, a pair of dreadful crimson-gold eyes appeared in his vision, as if he was making eye contact with an ancient Divine Spirit, his body heavy, unable to move his feet.

Cold sweat began to seep from Han Er’s forehead.

“Scram!”

A terrible force of Heroic Spirit Power swept over him, like a torrential flood hitting Han Er’s chest, hurling him hundreds of meters away. He smashed heavily onto the ground, leaving a human-shaped crater.

“Pu!”

Han Er vomited blood, his pupils filled with terror.

“This valley must be the burial ground of an ancient Divine Spirit! Otherwise, how could there be such a strong presence of Heroic Spirit Power? Even if Han Yi himself came over, he would definitely not be able to withstand it. It’s too horrifying!”

Han Er’s breathing became more labored.

“That fool Han San must have gone to that village to do evil, so he was wiped out by the will of the ancient Divine Spirit. Even the Miniature Cave Heaven World was shattered for this reason.”

Thinking of the refilled meteorite crater, Han Er was certain that it was the work of the will of an ancient Divine Spirit.

Otherwise, who would be so bored and in pain, wasting time to fill up a meteorite crater?

With this in mind, Han Er no longer cared about his injuries and immediately flew toward County King City to report this news to Han Yi.

“Fortunately, three years ago when I went to County King City, I took some seeds of the Divine Vegetable. Otherwise, without the sustenance of the Divine Vegetable, mine and Han Yi’s cultivation levels would not have been able to increase, severely affecting our tribe’s early arrangements!”

As he flew, Han Er muttered to himself.

Before long, he took out a spirit-glowing radish from his storage ring and ate it all. After that, his injuries quickly healed, and he recovered in no time.

At the peak of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng finally woke up.

After washing up, Ye Feng took the meteorite out of the Storage Space and placed it in the open space of the backyard, drawing the attention of the other disciples.