The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 69

Chapter 69: The Confused Sect Leader of Heixuan Gate

Translator: 549690339

“Ye Feng, you just wait for me!”

The person hidden in the dense forest hissed through clenched teeth.

After speaking, he lowered his head to look at his thick and strong legs, revealing an abnormal smile.

The Nanlu mountain range extends from northwest to southeast, spanning dozens of miles in width and stretching for hundreds of miles, filled with mystical fog that makes flying difficult.

Left with no choice, the group could only slow down.

“Sect Master Uncle, listen. Ahead there’s a roaring sound of rushing water. The people from Five-Colors City said that the spirit mine seems to be within a few miles of a waterfall,” Shi Lei pointed ahead and said.

Ye Feng observed the surroundings and discovered that the entire Nanlu mountain range was filled with fog, making even the ‘Scouting’ feature of the second stage of the Spirit Beast Pavilion practically useless with visibility less than thirty meters.

For the sake of safety, Ye Feng said, “Let’s walk on foot.”

“Great Immortal, we can scout ahead!”

At that moment, Fox Da Hong sprang up, waving frantically at Ye Feng.

Ye Feng was startled, “What kind of scouting method?”

Fox Da Hong stood up like a human, its little paws constantly forming seals, then pointed towards the sky, and spiritual energy surged from the tips of its paws, forming a paper in mid-air, from which a one-foot tall war general emerged.

“Go on patrol!”

Fox Da Hong commanded.

The paper warrior general blinked, waving two small axes and with short steps ventured into the fog.

“Great Immortal, look, we can obtain the vision of the paper warrior general!” Fox Da Hong blew into the air, producing a light screen the size of a desk and displaying the vision of the paper warrior general.

“The paper warrior general has this function too?”

Ye Feng sat on the ground, cracking sunflower seeds while watching the light screen.

After he had taken the Whitefloat Five Immortals into the Spirit Beast Pavilion, he had mastered this spell to the Perfect Stage, but had never heard about acquiring vision!

“This isn’t a function of the “Paper Warrior”, it’s my own talent! I can place a strand of thought into an object to gain vision of the surroundings, but the control range can’t exceed three hundred zhang,” Fox Da Hong said with a giggle, covering its mouth.

Because it had stopped maintaining the sealing gesture, causing the spell to interrupt, the paper warrior general froze in place. Fox Da Hong looked embarrassed, quickly formed seals again, and continued to control the paper warrior general to scout the area.

“This spell is quite good; can we learn it?” Ouyang Yu, who was sitting next to Fox Da Hong, asked.

“They’ve only practiced this secret technique to a Minor Achievement stage, they can’t teach you. If you want to learn, I’ll teach you later,” Ye Feng said.

“Yah!”

At that moment, the little white fox that was lying on Li Jiaojiao’s shoulder stood on end, pointing towards a distant location.

“Xiao Bai has signaled an alarm, there’s danger approaching,” Li Jiaojiao quickly warned.

Seeing this, Mo Ying immediately used “All-Dimensional Spiritual Perception” to scout the surroundings, and after a moment, her gaze sharpened, “There are strong opponents nearby, everyone be careful!”

Ye Feng put away the sunflower seeds and stood up. A Spirit Origin Clock appeared in his palm as he prepared to face the oncoming battle.

A “crack” sound came from a distance.

In the light screen produced by Fox Da Hong, one could clearly see a hefty black pig leg descending from the sky, crushing the paper warrior general to bits.

“Great Immortal, there’s a formidable enemy!”

The light screen from Fox Da Hong shattered, and with a terrified look, it reported the situation to Ye Feng.

“Understood,” Ye Feng nodded slightly, “Be on guard!”

The Misty Sect disciples formed a circle, strictly defending the perimeter.

“Hehehe!”

An arrogant and familiar hoarse voice came from afar, followed by the heavy and muffled sound of a beast treading on the earth, as a figure approximately two meters tall tore through the fog and came into everyone’s line of sight.

This person wore a black cloak that concealed their true face, holding a black square shield in the left hand and a heavy saber in the right hand, exuding a cold aura of killing intent.

Wherever they passed, the weeds bent low, as if in fear.

“Ye Feng, this is the day you die!”

The newcomer let out a hoarse, chilling voice.

Ye Feng blinked, “Do I know you?”

“It’s only been a few days, and you damn well don’t recognize the sect leader?” The newcomer tore off the cloak, revealing his true face.

What a freak!

Except for his face, his body was wrapped in black scales, and the most exaggerated part was that he actually had a pair of one-meter-long pig legs, but they reflected a cold metallic sheen, clearly a pair of fake legs.

“Heixuan Gate sect leader?” Ye Feng finally recognized the other person when he saw that face.

“Correct, it is indeed the sect leader!”

The Heixuan Gate sect leader let out a ferocious laugh, “Surprised, aren’t you? With the help of Little Wolf General, the sect leader has attached Puppet Long Legs and put on Demi-Transformed Demon Beast Scale Armor. Plus the Puppet Army surrounding us, I’ll make sure you have no place to be buried!”

No sooner had his voice fallen than a dozen wolf-shaped puppets emerged from the mist, each two meters long, with fierce teeth and red glinting eyes.

“Attack, grind them to dust!”

The Heixuan Gate sect leader didn’t waste any words and immediately ordered the attack.

“Vitality Bullet!” Ye Feng immediately said.

The disciples of the Misty Sect, who were standing in a circle, immediately formed hand seals with one hand. A cyclone gathered in their palms and then they “bang” launched a fist-sized high-pressure, high-speed air cannon.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Puppet Wild Wolves hadn’t even closed in before they were blown away by the Vitality Bullets, crashing to the ground, but they quickly got up again to continue their assault.

“Sword Combat Technique!”

Seizing the opportunity, Mo Ying had already drawn her sword from its sheath. Leveraging the spell “Glittering Sword Qi” to wield her sword combat technique, a cold sword light flashed by, and the seven Puppet Wild Wolves closest to the group were cut in half at the waist.

“Falling Petals in Profusion!”

“Vitality Bullet!”

“Spirit Disc Flying Blade!”

“Fiery Cloud Palm!”

Jia Yulan, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and other disciples all unleashed their strongest powers.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Puppet Wild Wolves, comparable to Middle Rank Demon Soldier Level Monster Beasts, were smashed to scrap, scattered across the ground.

“How is this possible!” The Heixuan Gate sect leader’s pupils shrank, “Wait, how can your cultivation levels be so high?”

Only then did the disciples of the Misty Sect reveal their full cultivation auras.

Two at the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement, one at the seventh, two at the sixth, and the rest at least at the peak of the Fourth Layer of Qi Refinement – a fact that truly startled the Heixuan Gate sect leader.

“How could a lower rank sect have such a lineup?”

The Heixuan Gate sect leader exclaimed in shock; he had thought that with the attack of more than a dozen Puppet Wild Wolves, he could create mayhem among the Misty Sect disciples and disrupt Ye Feng’s formation.

Then, he could take advantage of the chaos.

But what happened was that Ye Feng didn’t even blink, and his disciples had already quickly and neatly dealt with all the Puppet Wild Wolves.

Ye Feng, holding the Spirit Origin Clock, stepped forward, his gaze resting on the Heixuan Gate sect leader’s legs, “Why would you put on a pair of big pig legs?”

“These are puppet legs!” the Heixuan Gate sect leader said angrily.

“Aren’t they just pig legs?” Ye Feng blinked.

“Shut your mouth! These are not pig legs… Dammit, you dare launch a sneak attack, this is against the martial code of honor!”

The Heixuan Gate sect leader was about to explode in anger, but then he saw Ye Feng suddenly hurl the Spirit Origin Clock at him, whistling through the air with a hair-raising sound.

Clang!

The Heixuan Gate sect leader hastily raised his left hand, which held a black shield to block, only to find the Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact dented inward, and the sheer force of the impact sent him stumbling back more than ten meters, his legs plowing two half-foot deep grooves in the ground.

“Eh, not dead?”

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.