The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

“Big Brother, Second Brother, do we give chase?” Long Tianxing hurriedly asked.

“Of course, we chase. The Soul Seizing Sect is infamously notorious around Beacon Fire City; none of their members are good news.” Huo Yunjie nodded, then turned to Huo Yunhao and said, “Yunhao, you stay behind to protect Mother; we will be back shortly.”

Having spoken, Huo Yunjie, along with Shi Lei and Long Tianxing, burst through the window and landed on the ground from the third floor.

“Not so fast!”

At that moment, Lin Yuyan had already drawn her sword and was quickly pursuing the maid who was attempting to flee.

“We should give chase, too.” Huo Yunjie didn’t hesitate and prepared to ride his sword after her.

“Second Brother, hold on, I’ve found something!”

Long Tianxing, who had activated his Blue Spirit Eyes, stopped Huo Yunjie; he had noticed a subtle black line on the body of the maid, leading in the opposite direction of her escape.

“Big Brother, Second Brother, the mastermind is very sly, actually going in the opposite direction.” Long Tianxing followed the black line and pointed towards its source.

Huo Yunjie and Shi Lei, aware of Long Tianxing’s exceptional eyes that could see things unseen by ordinary Spirit Eyes, quickly followed the direction he indicated.

A few hundred meters away.

Lin Yuyan finally caught up with the controlled maid, pinched a sword spell and tapped her on the back, causing her to collapse limply on the ground.

Then, a puff of black qi burst out from the top of the maid’s head and formed a black human face in mid-air, which cackled sinisterly, “Lin Yuyan, you chased the wrong way, hahaha… uh oh!”

Before the voice could finish, the black human face exploded.

Five hundred meters away.

Inside a dilapidated wooden hut.

There sat a young man at a desk, his face covered with bizarre black lines, laughing smugly.

In front of him was a screen of light showing the scene where Lin Yuyan was.

Bang!

Suddenly, the door shattered.

Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and Long Tianxing descended like divine warriors, scaring the young man until his face turned black.

Long Tianxing pointed at the black-faced youngster and declared, “Brothers, he is the mastermind!”

“Gentlemen, aren’t you entering the wrong door?” Before he finished speaking, the black-faced young man had already turned to run away.

“Fiery Cloud Palm!”

“Vitality Bullet!”

“Iron Shield Art!”

The three of them struck simultaneously, and in an instant, they had beaten the young man at the Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement so badly he spat white foam and convulsed all over.

“Tie him up, take him away,” Huo Yunjie said.

Long Tianxing immediately used the “Binding Spirit Rope”, tying up the black-faced youth with a rope of spiritual energy and striding confidently towards the Zhuyu Teahouse.

In the sky.

Lin Yuyan rode her sword over and, from a distance, saw the scene of Huo Yunjie and the others thrashing the black-faced young man; her heart was struck with alarm.

“How did they precisely locate the caster of the “Soul Control Technique”? What kind of method is this?” Lin Yuyan murmured to herself, her eyes filled with astonishment.

She suddenly realized she had underestimated the Misty Sect.

Moreover, when Huo Yunjie used the “Fire Cloud Palm”, he could actually make his entire palm ignite with scorching flames; that was clearly a sign of perfection!

“So, Huo Yunjie wasn’t bragging; he truly perfected his spell to the Perfect Stage. The other two from the Misty Sect actually have Sixth Layer and Fifth Layer of Qi Refinement cultivation levels respectively, with all their spells at least achieving Major Achievement.”

The more Lin Yuyan thought about it, the more shocked she became.

Is this really just a Lower Rank Sect?

Could the Misty Sect, which has cultivated disciples like Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and Long Tianxing, at least be high-ranked?!

With these doubts in her heart, Lin Yuyan joined Huo Yunjie and the others at the underside of Zhuyu Teahouse and finally saw the bound black-faced youth.

“Who are you, and why are you trying to assassinate me?” Lin Yuyan, who looked gentle but was decisive in action, immediately kicked the black-faced young man in the abdomen.

“Wow!”

The dark-faced youth spat out foam, “Lin Yuyan… you actually called for help, how dishonorable in martial conduct!”

Clang!

A sharp sword was pressed against the dark-faced youth’s neck.

Lin Yuyan exerted a little pressure, and blood began to seep out.

The dark-faced youth swallowed hard, “I am Jiang Dachao, a direct disciple of Souhun Zhenren from the Soul Seizing Sect, sent to assassinate the geniuses of other sects, and you’re one of them.”

After speaking, Jiang Dachao looked at Huo Yunjie and the other two with dread, his face filled with sorrow and indignation, “But who knew, you actually got help from a Star-Level Sect.”

“We’re not from a Star-Level Sect,” Huo Yunjie said.

Jiang Dachao was startled, “Impossible, such astonishing methods, if not from a Star-Level Sect, then from where?”

“They are disciples of the Misty Sect, a lower-ranked sect,” Lin Yuyan said.

“Pfft, hahaha! You don’t have to lie like that, do you? A trio with complementary spells for attack, defense, and entrapment; with a Seventh Layer of Qi Refinement leading, and Fifth and Sixth Layers assisting from the sides – capable of capturing even an Eighth Layer alive, that’s the standard configuration for an outbound team from a Star-Level Sect. You think I wouldn’t know?”

Jiang Dachao’s smile turned wretched, “You’re just masquerading as a lower-ranked sect to humiliate me, that’s all!”

Upon hearing this, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and Long Tianxing exchanged glances, thinking Jiang Dachao was being too melodramatic.

“Thank you for your help!”

Lin Yuyan didn’t want to waste words with Jiang Dachao and sheathed her sword, then bowed to Huo Yunjie.

Remembering how, back in the teahouse, Huo Yunjie stood in front of her wielding the “Iron Shield Technique”, she suddenly realized that having a man take care of her didn’t seem too bad.

Especially since he was stronger than herself.

But Lin Yuyan’s mind only glanced over this thought, and it didn’t mean that she was love-struck with Huo Yunjie at first sight, but rather, she felt goodwill towards him and considered him a potentially good friend.

“No need to be courteous, Daoist Lin,” Huo Yunjie nodded, then glanced at Jiang Dachao, “What should we do with this man?”

“This man claims to be on a mission to assassinate talented disciples from various sects. I’m afraid that the Soul Seizing Sect Leader, Souhun Zhenren, is plotting something. I suggest we cripple his cultivation, then I’ll take him back to the sect for the Sect Master to interrogate and investigate. What do you think?” Lin Yuyan proposed.

“No, please!”

Upon hearing his cultivation might be crippled, Jiang Dachao’s face turned a ghastly combination of black and green.

“You can take him away, but first, give us a lick,” Huo Yunjie recalled Ye Feng’s reminder and said so.

“Lick?” Lin Yuyan blinked, thinking the term sounded novel.

“Let me do it!”

Long Tianxing rolled up his sleeves and started patting Jiang Dachao, turning the latter’s face a mix of black, green, and white, who then screamed, “Stop that, I’m not into that sort of thing!”

Seeing this, Lin Yuyan shivered and secretly wondered if Huo Yunjie and his group were in that kind of relationship.

Slap!

Huo Yunjie gave Jiang Dachao a slap, saying, “What’s going on in your head, do we look like those kinds of people to you?”

“Found it!”

At that moment, Long Tianxing pulled out a bag of Spirit Stones and an ancient book from Jiang Dachao’s hidden pocket.

“So this is called ‘licking the bag’… I see now!” Lin Yuyan mumbled to herself, as if having an epiphany.

“Daoist Lin, we’ll leave this person to you,” Huo Yunjie said.

“Mm, thank you!” Lin Yuyan pierced her sword down, crippling Jiang Dachao’s Qi Sea, and then dragged him by the collar towards the Lin Residence.

After walking just a few steps, she turned back and gave Huo Yunjie a charming smile, “Thank you for today, I’d like… to invite you to a meal.”

“Some other day,” Huo Yunjie replied.

“Alright!”

After Lin Yuyan had left, Huo Yunjie and his two companions gathered around to examine the ancient book titled “Soul Control Technique”, a Second-Grade Spell which turned out to be merely incomplete fragments, unable to be practiced to perfection.

“Even though it’s only fragments, our Sect Master Uncle can surely perfect it. After all, he is a Great Master of Magic!” Shi Lei said excitedly.