The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 117: We, the Whitefloat Three Heroes, Can Achieve Great Things

Translator: 549690339

“Go,” Ye Feng waved his hand.

Long Tianxing, upon receiving the response, immediately employed the “Light Body Technique” and descended the mountain, gliding toward the direction of Whitefloat City.

A moment later, Mo Ying approached Ye Feng and asked, “Sect Leader, is my task to independently slay a High-rank Demon Soldier Level Monster Beast?”

“Yes,” Ye Feng nodded.

These tasks were all provided by the System. After all, the “Disciple Assessment” was the third item in the second phase of tasks for the Sect Leader. Ye Feng could only supervise; he could not directly determine the content of the tasks.

But this actually pleased Ye Feng.

Because he didn’t need to rack his brains to arrange tasks for his disciples, he just needed to announce them.

“Disciple accepts the command.”

Mo Ying gave Ye Feng a fist and palm salute and was about to ride on her Breeze-riding Sword to seek out the troubling Demonic Beasts.

“Senior Sister Mo, wait a moment!” Yan Ruyu called out to Mo Ying and handed her a thumb-sized bamboo tube, “Inside is filled with Spirit Spring Water and some of my Life Spirit Force. It might be able to help you.”

“Thank you, Junior Sister!” Mo Ying accepted the bamboo tube, patted Yan Ruyu on the shoulder, and rode away on her sword.

“I also can’t sit idle,” Li Jiaojiao rushed to the kitchen. Her task was to create a dish that could increase Cultivation Level, taking the first step toward becoming a Spirit Chef.

The other disciples also started to get busy.

Seeing that everyone had a goal, Ye Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

Shi Lei’s task was to manage the Sect, acting like a brick within the Misty Sect, moving wherever he was needed. Thus, he began an all-around study of the Misty Sect to see where he could contribute most.

Xia He and Qiu Ju’s tasks were to assist Jia Yulan in cultivating Spiritual Medicine and to take care of the feeding of the Spiritual Beasts in their spare time.

Yan Ruyu’s task was to cultivate Spiritual Medicine and heal at least one injured disciple.

Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu’s tasks were to study and cultivate.

As for Qiao Jiaxi, who was the last to join as a Beginner, his task was to cultivate, aiming to break through to the sixth level of Body Refinement within three months.

Huo Yunjie’s task was swordplay!

Within three months, to master the Sword Drawing Technique — this was the task given by the System, and it suited Huo Yunjie just right.

“No woman in heart, the sword is drawn with divine part, first page of the sword manual, forget the one in your heart… But it seems the more I practice, the more wrong it feels!” Huo Yunjie stood on the mountaintop, lost in thought.

Seeing this, Ye Feng smiled and said, “Why not take a walk down the mountain? Or, use your sword to slice through the falling dead leaves?”

Upon hearing this, Huo Yunjie felt as if the clouds had cleared to reveal the sun. He stood tall with his sword, “Many thanks for the guidance, Sect Master Uncle!”

With that, Huo Yunjie left the mountaintop.

Beneath a tree over a dozen meters tall, the strong wind blew, and a dozen leaves fell. Huo Yunjie’s eyes focused, his Cold Light Sword already drawn!

Clang!

The blade passed without touching a single leaf.

“Ah… This!”

Huo Yunjie was dumbfounded.

He had intended to split those dozen leaves with one stroke but found that he couldn’t do it at all, not managing to hit a single leaf in the end.

“Junior Sister Mo Ying once said that I must calm my mind, and this may be the meaning implied in the first page of the sword manual,” Huo Yunjie reasoned as he began to sheath his sword, closed his eyes, and stood still, waiting for the wind to come.

Whoosh!

The strong wind howled, causing the leaves to collide with one another, and several dead leaves fell. Huo Yunjie held his breath, using his own breath to lock onto those few falling leaves, leaped into the air, and drew his sword at the same time.

The Cold Light Sword carved a bizarre arc across the sky, slicing those few leaves in half.

“I’m making progress!” Huo Yunjie was overjoyed, seizing the inspiration of the moment to continue practicing his swordplay.

Whitefloat City.

Long Tianxing had returned.

He wore a black robe that concealed his silver hair, walking down the streets and inquiring with passersby, learning that Long Qitian was causing mischief outside the city.

“Cousin, don’t lose your way!” Long Tianxing murmured to himself, employing the “Light Body Technique” as he hurried off.

Over ten miles south of Whitefloat City, there lies an ancient town named “Dafeng.”

All the merchant caravans coming from the southern part would mostly stop in Dafeng Ancient Town for a while before entering the city the next day, thus the place had gathered quite a few cultivators and passing merchants.

At this moment, inside an inn.

Long Qitian was seated at the table, with two ruffian-looking youths by his side. Like him, they were all at the peak of Qi Refinement Fifth Level.

If Ye Feng were here, he would recognize these two.

One of them was Li Hanshao!

Ever since he was sent flying by Jia Yulan’s Vitality Bullet last time, Li Hanshao did not dare to continue his wrongdoings in Whitefloat City and turned to Dafeng Ancient Town instead, where he set up a gang and lived quite comfortably.

The other was Wu De, the Second Disciple of the middle-ranked Xuenyun Sect!

On the day when Ye Feng was accepting disciples at Hundred Sects Plaza, both Wu De and Li Hanshao were present.

Just then, Long Qitian spoke, “Brother Li has established the Huanxiao Gang in Dafeng Ancient Town, commanding several cultivators, dozens of mundane martial followers, and even captured a few wives; you are living quite the life.”

Wu De also said, “Yes, indeed enviable!”

“What’s there to envy?” Li Hanshao was very frustrated as he slammed the table. “Enough, let’s stop beating around the bush. We, the ‘Whitefloat Three Heroes,’ have gathered together for what exactly?”

Wu De perked up, turning his attention to the organizer, Long Qitian.

“I want to establish a legitimate Sect. After all, our petty squabbles amount to nothing,” Long Qitian lifted his chin, his eyes full of ambition.

“Just the three of us?” Wu De was stunned.

“Why not?” Long Qitian slammed the table, “Even Ye Feng could turn a lower-ranked sect into a high-ranked sect. We, the ‘Whitefloat Three Heroes,’ are all talented individuals. Are you saying we can’t even establish a lower-ranked sect?”

“We are only at the peak of Qi Refinement Fifth Level, while Ye Feng is the Chosen One, we can’t compare to him!” Wu De waved his hands in dismissal.

Every time Li Hanshao heard Ye Feng’s name, he thought of Jia Yulan, recalling the humiliation of being struck until his clothes were torn and lying in the shape of the character “big” (大) in the street, he clenched his fists tightly.

Then, Long Qitian said, “We’ll use Dafeng Ancient Town as our base to unify the small sects around here first and gradually expand our influence. Once we have enough silver taels, we’ll exchange them for Spirit Stones, and then purchase mystical elixirs to enhance our cultivation levels.”

“And then?” asked Wu De again.

“And then? Once the three of us reach Qi Refinement Seventh Level, we’ll pick a lower-ranked Sect outside Whitefloat City to challenge. After winning, we’ll get the Sect Territory Deed, won’t we?” Long Qitian smiled.

“Good plan, let’s do it!” Li Hanshao finally spoke up, remembering past events, he clenched his fist tightly, “The ‘Whitefloat Three Heroes’ are definitely capable of achieving great things. As long as we join forces, we can succeed!”

“Indeed, we can!” Long Qitian stood up, “Then today, let’s start by unifying the gangs in Dafeng Ancient Town.”

Stirred by the other two, Wu De agreed to the action.

Shortly after, the three, exuding the aura of peak Qi Refinement Fifth Level, followed by several cultivators of Qi Refinement First and Second Level, as well as dozens of martial artists, began to sweep through the gangs in the entire Dafeng Ancient Town.

These gangs had hardly any cultivators and were just small factions of martial artists, incapable of resisting against three at the peak of Qi Refinement Fifth Level.

In less than half an hour, most forces had been subdued, causing great turbulence in Dafeng Ancient Town, and striking fear into the hearts of the people.

At this point, the last force named “White Robe Sect,” an all-female faction with a Sect Leader who was a Qi Refinement Fifth Level practitioner, had come from a lower-ranked sect that had already disbanded.

Boom!

The gate of the White Robe Sect was broken, and Long Qitian, Li Hanshao, and Wu De stormed in, their entourage now grown to over a hundred people.

“What do you want?” The Sect Leader of the White Robe Sect was a beautiful middle-aged woman. She formed a spell with her hands, creating a protective shield in front of her, guarding the dozens of women disciples in white robes behind her.

“Join under this young master’s command and you shall be spared!” Long Qitian declared loudly.

Looking at so many women, Li Hanshao’s eyes were about to pop out, revealing a perverse smile: “What a White Robe Sect, how did I never notice this place before!”

“You scoundrels!” The Sect Leader of the White Robe Sect scolded.

“Cut the crap, just attack,” Wu De raised his palm and struck forward, turning it into a huge handprint. With a “crack,” it shattered the shield set up by the Sect Leader of the White Robe Sect.

Spurt!

The Sect Leader of the White Robe Sect was injured, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

“Sect Leader!”

All the female disciples cried out, then glared at Long Qitian and his group with anger.

With a wave of his hand, Long Qitian commanded, “Tie them all up!”

“Cousin, I advise you not to make a mistake!”

Just then, a childish but angry voice came through, resonating throughout the entire Dafeng Ancient Town and catching everyone’s attention.