The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 281

Chapter 281: Chapter 281: Han Yi in Closed-Door Cultivation, Celebration Approaches (Seven Updates)

“Of course, I can!”

Han Yi clasped his hands and slowly floated up, “You just wait outside. I need to focus on my closed-door cultivation for the next few days. Once I step into the seventh rank, I’ll be able to use that secret technique. Even if we are thousands of miles apart, I can still take Ye Feng’s little life!”

“Big brother is mighty!”

Han Er slapped on some flattery, walked outside the cave, closed the door, picked up his own journal and began writing on the stone table.

“Today the sky is clear.”

“Big brother has entered seclusion. He said the ‘Twelve-Lights Brilliance Formation’ will let him break through to the seventh rank in just a few days and become an elder-level powerhouse in our clan.”

“Big brother also said that he can take Ye Feng’s life from thousands of miles away.”

“I’m not sure if he is boasting or if he really is that strong.”

“Ah! Another day I can’t go to Goulan, I miss Xiao Cui’s voluptuous figure, and of course, I miss Xiao Hua, Xiao Lian, Xiao Ai and the other dozen or so Oirans.”

“Do they miss me, I wonder?”

Having completed today’s journal entry, Han Er sat outside the door, idling away his time.

…

Misty Peak.

“Sect Leader, we have sent out all the invitations,”

Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, and Mo Ying stood in a row to report to Ye Feng, with the invitations nowhere in sight, clearly having been delivered.

“Good, we still have a few more days. Build various structures including pavilions and towers on those flat areas of the mountain. Then, construct a huge platform at the border between Feilai Peak and Misty Peak, the bigger the better,”

Ye Feng assigned new tasks.

For the Sect’s Star-Raising Celebration, many people were bound to show up. It was impossible to squeeze them all on the mountain peak, so a spacious location had to be chosen for the venue.

“Yes,”

The disciples sprang into action.

To speed things up, Shi Lei even took a trip to Whitefloat City to find Deputy Commander Zhou Jiacai, who personally led three hundred Black Armored Guards to do the heavy lifting.

The Black Armored Guards, all with cultivation levels, were physically fit and could carry bricks for a whole day without getting tired.

Preparations for the Star-Raising Celebration were underway with great fervor.

Another day passed.

Gong Qingqiu returned.

“Sect Leader, the brand-new clothing for the Sect Disciples, Elders, and Sect Master has been made. They are all woven from Spirit Silkworm Thread, which can block the prying of Spirit Eyes, and are spotless and comfortable to wear,”

The Elders’ Hall was half-filled with clothes.

Everyone had seven sets of clothes, more than enough to last the event.

“I’ll go change into my clothes first.”

“Me too!”

The disciples got their clothes and dashed into their rooms to change.

“Is this my clothing?”

Ye Feng received his Sect Master ceremonial robe, gave it a look, and felt very pleased. He returned to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall to change.

A quarter of an hour later.

The summit of Misty Peak.

All those who had finished changing gathered here.

“These clothes are really nice!” Long Tianxing twirled around, beaming with joy, like a child who had received a lot of lucky money during the New Year.

The attire for the disciples of the Misty Sect differed between men and women.

The male disciples wore a moon-white long-sleeved robe with special patterns, which felt light and comfortable to wear.

The female disciples wore a blue long dress with a moon-white long-sleeved top and a purple-gold belt around the waist, which looked very dignified.

Gong Qingqiu’s Elder clothes were primarily purple.

Creak.

The Sect Leader’s Great Hall doors opened.

Ye Feng had changed into a dark red embroidered ceremonial robe. Luckily, he was tall and admirably handsome, or else he might not have been able to carry off such a bold color.

“The clothes are nice, but they are too festive!” Ye Feng muttered to himself.

Gong Qingqiu smiled slightly, “Sect Leader, what you are wearing is ceremonial clothing, which is usually worn only during Sect celebrations. The everyday wear is called ‘regular clothing,’ and for sparring and practice sessions, there are ‘practice outfits.’

“I’ve prepared all of these,”

he said.

Gong Qingqiu stretched out his hand, from the storage ring on his ring finger emitted a soft glow, and more clothes appeared on the ground.

Among them, Mo Ying found her favorite black tight-fitting attire.

“This is great!”

Ye Feng also took a liking to the black tight-fitting attire.

This type of clothing is very suitable for combat and does not restrict movements.

As for the dark red festive garments, he wasn’t used to wearing them; they were easy to step on while walking.

“I also like to wear neat and tidy clothes,” Mo Ying said as she took a set of black tight-fitting attire back to her room to change.

The other disciples also received their daily wear and practice attire in succession.

“Wear whatever you like on regular days, and put on the ceremonial robes when it’s time for the Sect’s Star-Raising Celebration,” Ye Feng reminded them.

“Understood.”

The disciples responded in turn.

“Roar!” Brother Flathead ran over, grabbed onto Ye Feng’s trouser leg, and kept tugging, as if to ask, “Where’s my ceremonial robe?”

Ye Feng glanced at him and said, “You have your own clothes already.”

Brother Flathead hung his head and glanced at the clothing on his body, only then remembering that Ye Feng had once made him a set of super clothes that could self-repair. He had worn them for so long that now he no longer felt them, as if he wasn’t wearing anything at all.

At this time, the disciples had all changed into their regular attire and were walking around within the Sect.

Shi Lei and Deputy Commander Zhou Jiacai discussed and took dozens of Black Armored Guards to build new steps between Misty Peak and Feilai Peak, interconnecting them and leading down to the platform under construction in the valley.

Ye Feng floated in the sky, looking down from above.

The platform was constructed with heavy stones and Gong Qingqiu had affixed numerous talismans to it, making it very sturdy. The entire platform was a hundred meters wide and three hundred meters long, from now on, it would be the Misty Sect’s Sect Main Plaza.

“The Sect’s Star-Raising Celebration is approaching, I’m actually feeling a bit nervous… Huh, I’m sensing a trace of unease!”

Ye Feng massaged his brow, sensing something unusual.

He looked around with furrowed brows, but couldn’t locate the enemy’s position, his face gradually becoming more solemn.

At this stage, there were few things that could make him feel uneasy.

The opponent had to be at least a peak Element Gathering Realm expert, or perhaps, a top Spirit Sea Realm expert.

If it were an ordinary Element Gathering Realm, they wouldn’t pose any threat at all.

“Meet force with force, and stem water with earth.”

Ye Feng took a deep breath and returned to the peak.

…

Outside, rumors about the Misty Sect were becoming more abundant.

Especially the fact that Ye Feng had successively created a Miniature Spirit Vein and a Minor Spirit Vein had shocked a great part of the Southern River Basin.

Countless cultivators were discussing this matter.

Of course, more people were paying attention to the upcoming Sect’s Star-Raising Celebration.

Some believed that on that day, strong enemies of the Misty Sect would lurk in the shadows, ready to strike and fiercely slap Ye Feng’s face.

Yet, more people thought that Ye Feng was powerful and no challenge was to be feared.

Time flies, the years pass like a shuttle.

The day of the Misty Sect’s Star-Raising Celebration finally arrived.

Ye Feng, Gong Qingqiu, Mo Ying, and others all dressed in their splendid but impractical ceremonial robes, freshened up early, and stood at the peak looking into the distance.

“Sect Master Ye, I have arrived!”

The first to arrive was Xin Guangxuan!

By his side was Baihua Xiao, who was dressed to kill.

Following them were eight maids, young and graceful, each holding a wooden tray covered in a red cloth.

Inside were gifts.

“Brother Xin, Sister Bai, you two please go ahead and take a seat at the Sect Main Plaza,” Shi Lei, responsible for receiving guests, led them to the already completed Misty Sect’s Sect Main Plaza, where they sat in the pre-arranged seats.

As friends of Ye Feng, Xin Guangxuan and Baihua Xiao naturally sat in the front row.

“Sect Master Ye, I must be the earliest to arrive!”

An excited, piercing voice came from a distance.

Ye Feng looked toward the voice and saw Xie Jiaren riding a Spirit Crane, waving excitedly with her little hand while still hundreds of meters away.