The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 124: Chapter 124: Prestige Points Break Ten Thousand, Spirit Beast Pavilion Third Tier

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No one expected Ye Feng to defeat the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch in such a manner.

Before the battle, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch talked a big game, his momentum like a rainbow, and everyone believed his strength to be terrifying.

In contrast, Ye Feng was too low-profile, most likely doomed to defeat.

Yet who knew that the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, while talking the biggest game, would take the hardest beating, and ultimately, be blasted to the ground by Ye Feng’s punch.

“I seemed to have felt that Sect Master Ye’s punching power doubled just now, how is that possible?” the Deputy City Lord furrowed his brows.

“Could it be that Sect Master Ye has gained more blessings from the Heroic Spirit Power, and as a result, his strength has risen to the standard of the second layer of the Element Gathering Realm?” Lu Shanyue stroked his beard, speculating in this direction.

“Sect Master mighty!” The Misty Sect disciples finally relaxed their tense hearts, and Long Tianxing also hopped down from Shi Lei, patting his chest.

Compared to the disciples of the Misty Sect, Wu De and Li Hanshao, who were watching the battle from a tree, were dumbfounded.

“The Thousand Faces Demon Monarch lost?”

“That’s impossible!”

The two of them still couldn’t believe it.

That was the Sect Master of the Nanlu Demon Sect!

While they were watching, they had witnessed first-hand the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s eerie methods, his strength indeed formidable. In single combat, he could absolutely crush the leaders of Nishang Palace, Tyrant Blade Sect, and Feathers Sect.

Yet in the end, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch lost!

On the ground.

The corners of the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s mouth twitched continuously, and blood spilled out. His entire body was “splayed” into the soil, his mouth opening and closing, not knowing what to say.

“How could I lose?” The thought filled the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s mind.

Ye Feng landed on the ground, “Thousand Faces Demon Monarch, you’ve lost!”

In that moment, silence fell over the entire arena.

Even if the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch wouldn’t admit it, the outcome of this battle was clear, and whether he acknowledged it or not, it no longer mattered.

“You’re ruthless!”

After struggling for a long time, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch still didn’t shout “No, I haven’t lost.” Instead, he climbed out of the dirt, pointed at Ye Feng, and spat out these three words.

Afterward, the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch left in a cloud of dust.

Wow!

The audience suddenly erupted.

Ye Feng won!

Although they did not understand how Ye Feng managed to pinpoint the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s position and start a counterattack, the onlooking crowd cared more about the result.

[Sect Prestige Points +457]

[Sect Prestige Points +632]

In just a short while, the prestige points of the Misty Sect had soared from three thousand to nearly twice that, approaching seven thousand, and were still rapidly increasing.

Ye Feng had never felt this happy before.

Tonight, there were more than two hundred thousand spectators.

To Ye Feng, even if only one-twentieth of the onlookers acknowledged the Misty Sect, their prestige points could break ten thousand.

“When the Spirit Beast Pavilion is promoted to the third tier, I’ll go subdue the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch and see if he can be tamed as the ninth Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast,” Ye Feng thought to himself, looking in the direction where the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch had fled.

If successful, the first two parts of the second stage of the Sect Master’s task would be essentially completed.

Not far away.

Long Qitian was kneeling on the ground, his fingers like hooks, digging into the soil, his gaze flickering.

“Why is Ye Feng so strong!”

“Even the Demon Lord has lost, and I cannot accept it!”

“I still want to create a star-level force, but why does it always go against my wishes?”

Long Qitian banged his head against the ground and began to cry.

Standing behind him, Long Zhenchuan gently patted his back, speaking solemnly, “My son, sometimes when one road is blocked, you should choose another. Tian Xing is right, you should acknowledge your faults and take the right path.”

After speaking, Long Zhenchuan let out a long sigh.

Long Qitian looked up at his father, noticing the slightly graying temples.

Recalling the loving face of his father in his youth, those eyes that held such high hopes for him, and then looking at the mess he was now, Long Qitian’s eyes reddened even more, and he wept profusely.

“Dad, I was wrong!”

In the end, Long Qitian threw himself into Long Zhenchuan’s arms and burst into loud sobs.

“To know one’s mistakes and to change one’s ways is the greatest virtue. First thing tomorrow, you will leave Whitefloat City and cultivate properly under an old friend of mine,” Long Zhenchuan said, patting Long Qitian on the shoulder.

Dozens of meters away.

Ye Feng was surrounded by Misty Sect disciples and numerous cultivators, with countless congratulatory voices in his ears.

“Ding, registered disciple Long Tianxing’s personal task has been completed; he may be promoted to Outer Sect Disciple.”

The System’s notification caught Ye Feng’s attention. He looked in surprise towards the distance, seeing Long Qitian crying in Long Zhenchuan’s arms, and realized that the boy had genuinely repented.

Although he didn’t know if he would turn wicked again in the future, at least for now, Long Qitian had come to his senses.

“After all, he’s just a sixteen-year-old boy!” Ye Feng reflected.

Before long, Long Zhenchuan took Long Qitian with him as they left, and most of the onlookers, too, packed up their stools and headed home.

The battle that night had been an eye-opener for them, providing fodder for many days of stories.

Especially the ever-changing tactics of the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch had made a deep impression.

Nevertheless, most people still believed Ye Feng to be stronger because he could see through the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch’s stealth techniques and had achieved the final victory.

“Sect Master Ye, could my three sons join your Sect?”

“I have a nephew who also wants to join Misty Sect!”

“Although I am fifty years old, I think I can do it!”

Many people shouted, hoping they or their friends and family could be appreciated by Ye Feng and join Misty Sect.

“At the foot of Misty Peak, there is a stone tablet personally erected by me, the Sect Leader, listing the conditions for taking on disciples. Those interested can take some time to go have a look,” Ye Feng said.

Having said this, Ye Feng bowed to the crowd, leaped onto the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, and took his disciples away.

“We must definitely go to Misty Peak tomorrow!”

“Remember to call me!”

The crowd dispersed noisily, all returning home to sleep.

During this time, the Prestige Points of Misty Sect continued to soar, having breached nine thousand and moving towards ten thousand.

Atop the city wall.

The Deputy City Lord and other five Element Gathering Realm masters watched Misty Peak.

“Sect Master Ye’s strength is increasing rapidly; truly befitting a Chosen One. After this battle, he has won a lot of people’s hearts, and his Heroic Spirit Power will increase even further,” Lu Shanyue said.

“Given that, the next time we meet, he should be the second strongest in Whitefloat City,” the Sect Leader of Tyrant Blade Sect said gravely.

“Very likely,” Lu Shanyue nodded.

“This is what it means to be a Chosen One, something you can’t envy,” lamented a member from Feathers Sect, shaking his head helplessly. After years of arduous cultivation, he still couldn’t keep up with a young man in his twenties.

“It’s just a pity that the Chosen One doesn’t have cultivation. Though it’s said he will not be afflicted by sickness, if he cannot embark on the path of cultivation, his lifespan is doomed to be short—rising quickly, falling quickly… sigh!” Lu Shanyue sighed.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

The disciples gathered around the table, eating the late-night snack that Li Jiaojiao had just prepared, their faces filled with smiles.

Ye Feng watched his disciples enjoy themselves and couldn’t help but let a smile creep onto his face. He stepped outside and saw Brother Flathead still lying on the ground; it had indeed broken through to the rank of Lower Rank Demon General, but had not yet awakened.

After the late-night snack, the disciples each went about their business.

Ye Feng sat on the rooftop alone, gazing at the moon in the sky, quietly waiting.

“Ding, congratulations on the Sect Prestige Value breaking ten thousand, unlocking the third tier of the Spirit Beast Pavilion. The first item of the second stage task for the Sect Leader ‘Admiration of Ten Thousand People’ has been completed, and a Special Small Gift Pack x1 has been delivered to the Sect Storage Space.”

The system notification sounded.

Ye Feng took a deep breath, trying to keep himself from laughing, but in the end, he couldn’t hold back and laughed loudly three times, disturbing everyone in Misty Sect.

“Sect Leader, what’s wrong?” Yan Ruyu looked up and waved to Ye Feng on the roof.

“Ahem, I’m just too happy today. Don’t mind me; continue sleeping,” Ye Feng waved his hand.

Once the disciples had returned to their rooms, Ye Feng eagerly opened the Special Small Gift Pack.

“Ding, you have obtained a Middle Grade Spiritual Artifact ‘Mini Banana Palm Fan’.”

With a flash of spiritual light, an ancient-looking small fan, just three inches long, lay in the palm of Ye Feng’s hand.

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