The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Qingyun Zhenren’s laughter was so wild, containing a hint of Sword Intent, that it caused the Miniature Spirit Vein Gemstone Jade Tree to crack, nearly breaking apart.

“Hiss!”

Qingyun Zhenren quickly shut his mouth, carefully pressed his hand against the Gemstone Jade Tree, and with an authoritative look, gestured to others to keep quiet.

Not until the Gemstone Jade Tree stabilized did Qingyun Zhenren, behaving like a thief, lower his voice and command, “Aren’t you going to dig a hole and bury the Gemstone Jade Tree quickly?”

“Yes, yes, right away.”

Everyone meekly found a patch of open ground behind the Sect Master’s Grand Hall, dug the soil with spells, then Qingyun Zhenren and a few others, including Nanwu City’s City Lord, jointly moved the Gemstone Jade Tree and planted it in the hole, connecting it with the Earth.

Roar!

Above, tens of meters in the sky, a long-missed Spiritual Energy Vortex finally appeared, attracting the attention of everyone left in Qingyun Sect.

“Our Qingyun Sect finally has a Spirit Vein again, and no one could have imagined that I, the Sect Master, still had this move.”

Qingyun Zhenren looked at the Gemstone Jade Tree and sneered.

He had already contacted Nanwu City’s City Lord, revealing the need for a Spirit Vein, and the latter had readily agreed to contribute the city’s Spirit Vein.

However, Qingyun Zhenren intentionally withheld the news, aiming to crumble the morale of many Cultivators in Qingyun Sect, so as to drive away people like the Second Elder.

By doing so, the entire Qingyun Sect would be under his unilateral control!

“Within Qingyun Sect, there’s finally no one who dares to oppose me, the true Qingyun, how refreshing,” Qingyun Zhenren laughed.

Previously, more than half of the Elders in Qingyun Sect had been the confidantes of the previous Sect Leader, and they would always nitpick at his, the new Sect Master’s, many suggestions.

But now, those people were no longer around.

“Refreshing!”

Qingyun Zhenren laughed wildly, his face contorting like a blooming chrysanthemum.

In front of a small courtyard.

Bai Minglu opened his Spirit Eyes, pointing towards the Sect Master’s Grand Hall in the Qingyun Mountain Range, and said, “Just as I expected, the Sect Leader has indeed moved the Spirit Vein from Nanwu City here. Now, if we just repair the collapsed areas within the mountain range, our Qingyun Sect can resume our former cultivation practices.”

Xi Xinyu too was excited at the sight of the Spiritual Energy Vortex.

“Hahahaha, Heaven has not abandoned me, Xiao Fangu!”

Xiao Fangu laughed out loud three times, showing more excitement than anyone else.

…

Ye Feng sat atop Misty Peak’s summit.

Out of boredom, he picked up the modified Heaven-Asking Mirror and casually browsed through it, just in time to witness the movements within Qingyun Sect and saw the process of the Gemstone Jade Tree being planted.

“Just as expected!”

“Qingyun Sect ultimately chose the Spirit Vein from Nanwu City.”

“Qingyun Zhenren has too much pride to bow his head to me and admit his mistake, but even if he did apologize, I wouldn’t reconstruct the Spirit Vein for him.”

“Why would I, Ye, do something thankless and onerous?”

“I’d rather read ‘The Spring and Autumn Annals’!”

Ye Feng continuously mocked.

“Sect Leader, are you troubled by something? Princess can flatten this entire mountain range for you!” Hu Feifei stood behind Ye Feng, extending a snow-white and jade-like finger, pointing at the Qingyun Mountain Range within the mirror.

“No need!” Ye Feng’s eyelids twitched.

Hu Feifei might look cute, but she was in fact an Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact in human form, possessing almost indomitable talent. If she truly unleashed her power, she could definitely flatten the whole Qingyun Mountain Range.

Therefore, he quickly rejected the offer to prevent Hu Feifei from actually heading there to wreak havoc.

“Oh,” Hu Feifei touched her chin.

Ye Feng put down the Heaven-Asking Mirror and took out an Array Plate, which was one foot in length and width and resembled a go board with thirty-six chess pieces on it—half black and half white—emitting a mysterious aura of space.

This was the Medium-sized Sect Protection Array Black and White Chessboard rewarded by the System.

It could cover a ten-mile radius, with multiple functions like illusion, killing, and trap arrays, capable of blocking even low-level cultivators of the Spirit Sea Realm.

“Sect Leader, what is this, are you going to play chess with Princess?” Hu Feifei looked at the Black and White Chessboard and asked.

“Play chess? No.”

Ye Feng shook his head, holding the Array Plate and slowly rising into the air.

After reaching a height of one thousand meters, Ye Feng threw all thirty-six chess pieces into the air, positioning them according to the pattern on the Array Plate in different locations.

Visibly, a Black and White Chessboard appeared midair, about ten miles in both length and width, with thirty-six pieces placed on it, exuding a unique aura.

“Look, there is an Immortal playing chess in the sky!”

The children of Xiao Lin Village pointed to the sky and exclaimed.

“Silly kids, there are no Immortals in the sky… oh, there really is a chessboard, huh? How did it disappear?”

The adults looked up at the sky and saw the glowing chessboard quickly vanish, like a mirage turning into a faint mist, floating more than a thousand meters high in the sky.

Ye Feng landed back on the peak.

The black and white chessboard had been set up, but he controlled its range within a few miles, covering just Misty Peak and Feilai Peak.

“The location of the Summoning Bell also needs to be changed.”

Ye Feng moved down to the middle of the mountain and relocated the bronze bell to the foot of the mountain.

This place was precisely at the edge of the formation.

If someone needed to visit Misty Sect, they would ring the Summoning Bell, and naturally, someone would come down the mountain to greet them.

“The formation is set up, now in a few days, it will be the day for the Sect’s ascension to star rank.”

Ye Feng sat on a reclining chair, with Hu Feifei obediently massaging his shoulders.

…

County King City.

On the terrace of a grand and luxurious wooden building.

Shu Hongyu leaned on the railing, listening to the report from the maid behind her, and learned that Misty Sect had been renamed Misty Sect and had officially become a Star-Level Sect.

“Give the order, send someone to offer congratulations, and say that… the Commandery Princess is very fond of Misty Sect and also hopes that on the eve of the spring Demon-Slaying Celebration, they can keep the appointment and visit the Commandery Princess’ villa.”

“Yes, Commandery Princess.”

The maid immediately withdrew.

Soon, only Shu Hongyu was left in the place.

“I’ve only been gone for a few months, and Misty Sect has ascended to star rank. It’s really outrageous. I still don’t know what the background of my Sect Master Uncle is; his means are inexhaustible.”

Shu Hongyu was very puzzled.

Dozens of miles away.

In a majestic and imposing grand hall.

Mo Wenshi, the Great Elder, scrutinized the brand-new plaque on the table that read “Misty Sect” with three characters and a golden star emblem behind it, symbolizing the status of a One-Star Force.

“The Hall Master personally inscribed it, it looks like he truly values Misty Sect,” mused Mo Wenshi.

“Old Mo.”

A young voice came from outside the hall.

Mo Wenshi’s body trembled, and he hurriedly bowed towards the figure at the entrance, “Hall Master, are you looking for me?”

Whoosh!

A golden willow leaf drifted over slowly and landed on the table.

“Take this as a congratulatory gift for Sect Master Ye, and say, when the time is right, the Hall Master himself will meet him,” directed the Sect Main Hall Master.

“Are you not going over?”

“No, off to Goulan to listen to music.”

With that, the figure outside had already gone far away.

Mo Wenshi held the golden willow leaf, his mouth twitching.

Their “Sect Main Hall Master,” who managed all the Sects in the Southern River Basin, lived in seclusion, and even if he made an appearance, it was to visit Goulan to appreciate the music.

Apart from that, he seemed to have no other hobbies.

Carefully storing the golden willow leaf in a brocade box, Mo Wenshi picked up a clean cloth and diligently wiped the new plaque of Misty Sect.

He did not know why the Hall Master valued Misty Sect so much.

But since it was a command, it naturally had to be done well.

Hundreds of miles away.

In an underground cavern.

Han Yi and Han Er sat cross-legged on the Cold Ice Platform, with twelve Ancient Bronze Lamps lit around them. The lamp oil was refined from the blood of Upper-Rank Demon Generals, and the wicks were made from a special kind of millennium-aged Spirit Grass, valued at a fortune.

“Big brother, can this ‘Twelve-Lights Brilliance Formation’ really help you break through to the seventh rank?”

Han Er’s fingers were interlocked, looking very nervous, without any certainty.