The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

“Rise, I am willing to take you in,” Ye Feng helped the young boy to his feet.

Qiao Jiaxi’s arrival here proved that he had been accepted by the System, so naturally, he would be taken on as a disciple.

Upon hearing that he could join the Misty Sect, Qiao Jiaxi excitedly knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Ye Feng, saying, “Thank you, Sect Leader, for taking me in. No matter how tough the cultivation is, Jiaxi will definitely give it his all and not disappoint the Misty Sect!”

“Wow, we have a new junior brother!” Li Jiaojiao spotted Qiao Jiaxi at a glance and immediately came running over with her wok and spatula in hand.

Qiao Jiaxi was probably twelve years old, not yet fully grown, even shorter than Li Jiaojiao. His face was a bit dirty—like he had just come back from coal mining—and his clothes were ragged.

“Nice to meet you, senior sister!” Qiao Jiaxi immediately greeted Li Jiaoji with a bow.

“So we really do have a new junior brother,” the other disciples also gathered around, scrutinizing Qiao Jiaxi.

Long Tianxing, seeing Qiao Jiaxi who was about to his height, immediately ran over to stand beside him, measuring with his hand, and said gleefully, “Ha, I’m a bit taller than junior brother!”

Qiao Jiaxi seemed a bit constrained and hastily greeted, “Greetings, senior brother!”

Long Tianxing patted Qiao Jiaxi on the shoulder and said, “Little junior brother, you don’t need to be scared. We’ve got your back if you run into danger.”

“Come along!” Ye Feng beckoned, leading all the disciples into the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

“What is your name, where do you come from, and what is the quality of your root bone?” Ye Feng spread out the Book of Names, took up a brush, and began the routine inquiry.

Qiao Jiaxi, a little nervous, said, “My name is Qiao Jiaxi from a small village north of Whitefloat City. I grew up an orphan, raised on the charity of others… As for my root bone… I don’t have a root bone.”

At these words, everyone’s eyes widened in shock.

No root bone?

How could he cultivate?

Seeing everyone’s changing expressions, Qiao Jiaxi knelt on the ground, biting his teeth, with tears swirling in his eyes but stubbornly not letting them fall, and said, “Please, Sect Leader, take me in! Many sects wouldn’t even let me in their doors because I have no root bone, but I work hard. If I could stay in the Misty Sect, I’d do the hardest and most tiring work without complaint…”

“What are you crying about? Did I say I wouldn’t take you in?” Ye Feng interrupted him, having already finished writing down Qiao Jiaxi’s information, stamped it with the Sect Leader’s seal, and then spoke.

At those words, both Qiao Jiaxi and the other disciples were surprised.

“Ding, Registered Disciple ‘Qiao Jiaxi’ received, originally having Middle-Grade root bone, but due to mistakenly eating a Spirit Fruit carrying the Ancient God Bloodline three years ago, his meridians were completely sealed, gradually evolving into the embryo form of an Ancient God’s body, possessing great potential.” The System’s prompt sounded.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng showed a look of astonishment.

When Ye Feng had decided to take Qiao Jiaxi in, he didn’t know the boy had the makings of an Ancient God’s body; he just felt fortunate to find a disciple who met the System’s approval, thinking that even if the boy couldn’t cultivate, he could still stay.

But who would have thought, today he’d actually stumbled upon a treasure!

“Sect Leader, what’s wrong?” Qiao Jiaxi, noticing the change in Ye Feng’s expression, felt very nervous.

Ye Feng waved his hand and said, “It’s nothing… From now on, you are a disciple of the Misty Sect. Although you don’t have a root bone, you should still take this bottle of Spirit Eye Liquid first. Shi Lei, you are responsible for looking after Jiaxi.”

“Yes, Sect Leader,” Shi Lei immediately came over, “Junior Brother Qiao, my name is Shi Lei, I’m your senior brother. Come with me!”

“Thank you, senior brother,” Qiao Jiaxi followed Shi Lei to an empty room next to the Spiritual Medicine Chamber and settled there.

Seeing that there was nothing else for the time being, the other disciples went to the Spiritual Spring to begin cultivating.

Only Mo Ying stayed in the Sect Leader’s Great Hall and spoke to Ye Feng, “Are you really sure about taking in Junior Brother Qiao?”

Ye Feng, surprised, asked, “No?”

Mo Ying expressed her concerns, “Without a root bone, even with many Cultivation Qi Pills, he can only reach the second level of Qi Refinement for a longer life and freedom from illness—then he’ll reach his limit.”

After a pause, Mo Ying added, “A hundred years from now, Junior Brother Qiao will inevitably reach the end of his lifespan. By then, the rest of us will still be alive, only to watch helplessly as he passes away.”

Mo Ying could see that the disciples Ye Feng took in were all kind-hearted, which was why relations among the Misty Sect’s disciples were harmonious. If this continued, their bonds would grow deep in the future.

Suddenly, a fellow sect member fell, and the turmoil it caused was imaginable.

Upon hearing Mo Ying’s concern, Ye Feng put away the Book of Names and said mysteriously, “Jia Xi’s potential is not bad, might not be worse than yours!”

After saying that, Ye Feng stepped out of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

Mo Ying stood with her sword, not understanding why Ye Feng would say such a thing, and muttered to herself, “Without the root bone, one can only practice Body Cultivation or Spirit Refining. Could it be… this Junior Brother is suitable for those two paths?”

Before long, Qiao Jiaxi had taken a bath with Spirit Spring Water and, after putting on the clothes given to him by Long Tianxing, stood in the backyard, his eyes full of astonishment at the sight of the massive Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

Unlike Long Tianxing’s fair and clean face, Qiao Jiaxi sported a healthy wheat-colored complexion, with well-proportioned features exuding a sense of righteousness.

“Qiao Junior Brother, Spirit Eye Liquid is used to wash the eyes. Only after cleaning them thoroughly, will you be able to see the nature’s spiritual energy of the world…” Shi Lei, as the eldest senior brother, played a good guiding role.

Hearing this, Qiao Jiaxi began to wash his eyes with the Spirit Eye Liquid.

Ye Feng floated in midair, pondering how to guide Qiao Jiaxi, who possessed the body of an Ancient God, onto the path of cultivation.

“System, how should I teach him?” asked Ye Feng.

“The Ancient Gods are a powerful race that specializes in tempering the body. You only need to continuously stimulate his potential to improve,” the System advised before falling silent.

“Stimulate potential…” Ye Feng fell into deep thought.

By now, Qiao Jiaxi had finished wiping his eyes with the Spirit Eye Liquid and drank a large bowl of Spiritual Spring Water. Feeling a bit dizzy, he ran back to his room to sleep.

The other disciples continued to cultivate next to the Spiritual Spring.

Ye Feng then took out more than a hundred pounds of Spirit Beast Feed and distributed it to the eight Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts before running back to the Sect Leader’s Great Hall to doodle on white paper.

The next morning dawned.

“Ah! My eyes…” Qiao Jiaxi suddenly cried out, his voice filled with panic.

Shi Lei spoke calmly, “Junior Brother, don’t panic. Congratulations on successfully opening your Spirit Eyes; you’ve entered the Gazing Breath Realm.”

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jiaxi immediately calmed down.

After breakfast, the group continued their cultivation except for Qiao Jiaxi, who picked up a broom and began sweeping the fallen leaves and gravel off the mountaintop.

“Jia Xi, you should also start to cultivate!” Ye Feng emerged from the Sect Leader’s Great Hall and said.

“I can cultivate without a root bone?” Qiao Jiaxi couldn’t believe his ears.

“Of course, you can.” Ye Feng placed two wooden buckets on the ground, which he had obtained after making a wish that morning.

“Then how should I cultivate?” Qiao Jiaxi asked.

“Your cultivation task is to go down the mountain to the river next to Lin Village and carry water to water the shrubs around the mountain peak. Your task for today is to go back and forth ten times,” Ye Feng said, pointing down the mountain.

“Yes,” Qiao Jiaxi answered without caring about the hardship and immediately ran down the mountain with the wooden buckets.

Seeing this, the other disciples were worried.

“Sect Leader, although it’s not far from the mountaintop to the bottom, there are nearly three thousand stone steps. The Junior Brother is just a mortal, how can he endure this?” Shi Lei ran over, looking concerned.

“Jia Xi is not as weak as you all imagine,” Ye Feng said as he looked down the mountain, his words laden with meaning.

Mo Ying glanced at Ye Feng and thought to herself that he indeed had Qiao Jiaxi take the path of Body Cultivation.

But, would that really be effective?