The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 170

Chapter 170: Chapter 170: The Origin of the Mad Old Man, The Arrival of Long Jiu

Ji Wushuang faced the eagerly curious gazes of the crowd and, with a helpless expression, had no choice but to explain.

“Elder Ding was the former Great Elder and had already broken through to the ninth peak of the Element Gathering Realm. Moreover, he attempted to advance into the Spirit Sea Realm several times, but all ended in failure, after which, he went mad.”

Ji Wushuang paused, “A madman, naturally, cannot continue to hold the high and influential position of the Great Elder. Therefore, the Sect Master relieved him of his position as the Great Elder, and the once Second Elder took over.”

Ye Feng asked, “What happened after that?”

“After Elder Ding went mad, he was locked up. I remember he never showed up again after that. How he managed to get out now, I have no idea.” Ji Wushuang shook his head, his brows furrowed with worry.

A madman at the ninth peak of the Element Gathering Realm is very dangerous.

After all, a mad cultivator is the most terrifying!

You never know when he might sneak up on you and deliver a backstab.

Who could guard against that?

And with Elder Ding’s strength, if he really wanted to cause havoc, only a few people within a thousand miles, such as the Sect Master and the Supreme Elders who are Spirit Sea Realm experts, could suppress him.

Thinking of this, Ji Wushuang grew even more concerned.

Originally, if Elder Ding had succeeded in his assault on the Spirit Sea Realm, he wouldn’t have fallen into madness, and the Divine Wind Sword Sect would have gained a powerful new Supreme Elder.

But the current reality is that Elder Ding has gone mad, and the Sect Master has to assign someone to keep tabs on him, effectively weakening the overall strength of the Divine Wind Sword Sect.

Ye Feng looked in the direction where Elder Ding had fled and fell into deep thought.

This mad Elder Ding was indeed a massive hidden danger.

A moment later, Ye Feng and Ji Wushuang arrived at the Martial Arts Ground and saw both the collapsed banquet hall and Xiao Fangu, kneeling on the ground and trembling.

“My beloved Spirit Sword!”

Xiao Fangu, holding the two halves of the broken sword, was so angry that he gritted his teeth.

He suddenly stood up, pointed at Huo Yunjie, who was standing with his sword, and rebuked, “You owe me a Spirit Sword!”

“I thought you were formidable, so I went all out, not expecting you to have made so little progress, which is why I unintentionally destroyed your sword. But if there’s a next time, I suppose I would still go all out.” Huo Yunjie said calmly.

After spending so much time with Ye Feng, he also learned to be “bad.”

He had only used seventy percent of his strength, but claiming he went all out made it difficult for others to gauge his true power.

“Good, very good!” Xiao Fangu pointed at Huo Yunjie, too angry to speak.

“Xiao Junior Brother, come back!” Bai Minglu pulled a blade of grass from the roadside, continued chewing on it, and waved Xiao Fangu over, calling him back.

Xi Xinyu, who cared deeply for Xiao Fangu, rushed over first to help him up.

“Yun Jie, well done.”

At that moment, Ye Feng’s voice sounded.

Huo Yunjie looked towards the voice and saw that Ye Feng and the others had arrived. He quickly jogged over, smiling as he patted Long Tianxing on the head, and then bowed with clasped hands, “Sect Master Uncle, you’ve arrived.”

“Too bad I arrived late, only knowing that you defeated Xiao Fangu, without witnessing the entire process myself.” Ye Feng nodded slightly and saw Baixue Ding, dressed in the attire of an Inner Sect Disciple of the Divine Wind Sword Sect.

“Ji Senior Brother, what brings you here?” Que Ning’an saw Ji Wushuang as if a mouse had seen a cat and immediately greeted him with respect.

“Ah! It’s Elder Ji Wushuang, the grandson of the Law Enforcement Elder. Quickly, go pay your respects.” Two female disciples of the Divine Wind Sword Sect happened to pass by nearby, quietly discussed, and then came to bow deeply.

“Ladies, don’t let me keep you from your duties, carry on!” Ji Wushuang didn’t like the fuss and waved them away.

Ye Feng raised his eyebrows, musing to himself that Ji Wushuang was actually the grandson of a Law Enforcement Elder, no wonder so many disciples revered him, especially the Law Enforcement Team disciples from earlier, who treated him with utmost respect.

Second-generation cultivators, fearsome indeed!

Ye Feng thought.

“Cough cough!”

At this moment, a loud cough echoed throughout the venue, carrying a deep True Yuan pressure like a thunderous explosion, instantly catching everyone’s attention.

“Due to certain reasons, the banquet hall at Feilai Peak has collapsed, and the banquet cannot be held as scheduled. Please, fellow Daoists, proceed to your accommodations to rest. Tomorrow at noon, the formal ceremony for the Sword Child’s ennoblement will take place.”

As the voice ended, disciples from various sects brushed off their sleeves and left.

“Huo Yunjie, you wait for me!”

Not far off, Xiao Fangu, holding the broken sword, threatened fiercely.

“Junior Brother, let’s go back and train hard. There’s no rush to challenge again once we’ve improved our strength.” Xi Xinyu and Bai Minglu flanked Xiao Fangu, one on each side, and dragged him away.

“You could train for another ten years and still not be a match for Second Senior Brother,” Long Tianxing made a goofy face, which infuriated Xiao Fangu to the point where he looked like he wanted to pounce and start a fight.

“Stirring up enmity again!” Ye Feng slapped Long Tianxing on the top of his head.

“I’m just stating an established fact,” Long Tianxing argued earnestly.

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, grabbed Long Tianxing by the shoulders, and began dragging him down the mountain, saying, “I thought I was going to have a big meal, but now the dining hall is gone, and I have to go out to find food myself, how annoying!”

“Sect Master Ye, to fulfill the duties of a host, please allow me to treat you all,” Ji Wushuang said with a gentle smile.

“Then we won’t stand on ceremony,” Ye Feng said with concealed delight, readily accepting the offer.

Divine Wind City, North City Gate.

A burly middle-aged man with silver-gray hair and pale blue pupils stepped through the city gates, looking down at the compass in his hand.

This man was none other than Long Jiu.

“Due south, another hundred and thirty li.”

Following the compass’s direction, Long Jiu made his way down the street called “Shenbei,” heading south.

Shenbei Street, Number 1008.

This was a luxurious restaurant known as Fengyun, which covered hundreds of acres. It was constantly buzzing with cultivators, and was quite famous in Divine Wind City.

In a large dining hall called “He Xiang,” Ye Feng, Ji Wushuang, and a dozen others were gathered around a large table, enjoying the unique cuisine of the place.

“All of these are Spirit Dishes!”

Li Jiaojiao was initially surprised and delighted by the feast laid out on the table, but then her expression turned gloomy as she realized the vast gap between herself and other Spirit Chefs.

Although she had managed to make Spirit Dishes, that was only because she relied on Divine Vegetables, superior ingredients that could enable anyone who could cook to make Spirit Dishes.

But the Spirit Chefs of Fengyun Restaurant were different.

They could use ordinary ingredients to cook up Spirit Dishes!

Or, they could use a variety of Spirit Dishes to create even higher quality delicious meals.

“If I could, I would really like to train here for some time,” Li Jiaojiao said, eating a small piece of braised pork with stars in her eyes.

“Is this young lady also a Spirit Chef?” a chubby chef in white asked with a smile.

As a patron of upper rank, Ji Wushuang would always have the head chef in attendance during meals, ready to address any issues that may arise.

“Kind of!” Li Jiaojiao replied somewhat bashfully.

“Well then, I’ll give you this book!” The chubby chef handed her a book titled “The Basic Understanding of Spirit Chefs”.

The book was a primer for embarking on the journey of a Spirit Chef, priced at fifty lower-grade Spirit Stones. It wasn’t expensive for the chubby chef, but if it garnered the goodwill of Li Jiaojiao and even Ji Wushuang, it would be a bargain.

“Thank you, uncle!” Li Jiaojiao received the book and quickly expressed her thanks.

The chubby chef’s face stiffened.

I’m only thirty years old; I just look older. Why does everyone call me uncle—nine out of ten people I meet?

The chubby chef complained internally.

Ji Wushuang glanced at the chef and said with a smile, “Much appreciated!”

Hearing this, the chubby chef was inwardly delighted.

Ji Wushuang was the grandson of the Law Enforcement Elder, and even the City Lord of Divine Wind City would smile upon seeing him. Securing his thanks would make matters much easier in the future.

Afterward, the group continued eating and chatting.

Half an incense stick later.

Long Jiu arrived at Fengyun Restaurant, pushed open the doors to the He Xiang banquet hall following the sensation of the bloodline aura, and immediately laid eyes upon Long Tianxing, with the silver hair and blue pupils. Joy surged in his eyes.

“Such pure blood of the Dragon’s Descendant!”

Long Jiu couldn’t help but exclaim.