The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

He looked at the disciples of Misty Sect, his gaze settling on Huo Yunjie, guessing that he was likely the one he would be facing.

“The Sect Leader really has too much free time on his hands, making me participate in this kind of sparring, but, getting another chance to battle the disciples of the Misty Sect does excite me!”

With that thought in mind, Bai Minglu leapt onto the stage.

The aura of a peak ninth-level Qi Refinement swept out instantaneously, like a whirlwind engulfing everything nearby, even causing the trees outside the arena to sway.

But then, a dazzling sword light flashed by.

Bai Minglu didn’t even have time to draw his sword before he was slashed away, hanging on a tree with his body aching all over, spitting out foam from his mouth.

On the stage.

Mo Ying sheathed her sword and stepped off the stage calmly.

“This!”

The whole audience was shocked.

Defeating a peak ninth-level Qi Refinement with just one sword strike?

Element Gathering Realm?

The crowd’s eyes bulged as they looked at Mo Ying, feeling parched in the throat.

“You actually deployed someone from the Element Gathering Realm, openly cheating, I, the City Lord of Nanwu City, do not accept this!” the City Lord of Nanwu City roared in anger.

But in the next moment, everyone, including him and the sixth elder of Qingyun Sect, suddenly felt a tingling sensation on their scalps.

They noticed a chilling longsword resting on the neck of Nanwu City’s City Lord.

“Do you want to die, or continue the competition?”

Mo Ying held the Breeze-riding Sword, releasing a cold presence from her body that made everyone in Nanwu City’s camp feel as if death was looming over them, unable to muster any thought of resistance.

“Keep going!”

The City Lord of Nanwu City’s desire to live surged to its maximum.

He couldn’t see clearly how Mo Ying appeared behind him at all; if she really wanted to kill him, he would have lost his head already. He was extremely wary in his heart.

Soon, the fourth match began.

The disciple from Qingyun Sect was also nine levels into Qi Refinement, very strong.

But he was facing Huo Yunjie!

“Wind Spirit Step!”

The battle had just begun when Huo Yunjie used the movement technique to approach his opponent. The two wielded swords, blocking each other’s blows as sword Qi swept across, leaving many marks on the stage.

“Falling Petals in Profusion!”

Huo Yunjie formed a spell with his hands, blasting out countless pink petals to disrupt the view, and then used one-third of the power of his Sword Drawing Technique to slash horizontally.

Crack!

The disciple from Qingyun Sect could only manage to swing his sword to block and was jolted so hard his arm went numb, even notching the blade of his sword, as he was knocked back spitting blood.

“Good!”

The Deputy City Lord was overjoyed.

Although the disciple from Qingyun Sect was strong, the disciples from Misty Sect were stronger. They had already won three consecutive matches, just two more victories and they would secure the win.

The fifth match began quickly.

A female disciple from Qingyun Sect ascended the stage.

She had a charming face and wore a tight red dress, holding two swords, one long and the other short, and she flaunted a seductive smile.

“Let me take this round!” Jia Yulan stepped onto the stage.

“Why not let me do it?” Long Tianxing was puzzled.

Mo Ying, holding her Flying Sword, glanced at him and said, “This female disciple from Qingyun Sect is quite seductive. You’re too young and can’t withstand the temptation, so you could easily lose.”

“Alright then!” Long Tianxing scratched his head.

On the stage.

“Tch, it’s not even a guy, that’s a bit disappointing…” The woman in the red dress drooped her eyelids, seemingly heartbroken, but as she spoke, she suddenly attacked.

The short sword flew out in a flash, aiming directly for Jia Yulan’s forehead.

“Falling Petals in Profusion!”

Jia Yulan formed a spell with both hands, creating a shield out of numerous pink petals that intercepted the incoming short sword.

But in the next moment, the woman in the red dress suddenly appeared behind Jia Yulan with the long sword thrusting downwards, almost succeeding in skewering Jia Yulan.

Suddenly, the woman in red felt as though she was bound by something, her long sword unable to advance further.

“What’s going on?”

She looked down and saw that she was wrapped by a glowing rope, fixed in place on the stage, and she hurriedly swung her sword to cut the rope.

“Too late!” Jia Yulan suddenly turned around, and a Vitality Bullet shot the woman in the red dress out of the ring, causing her to fall outside of the stage.

“How could this be?” The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect felt it was unbelievable.

The female disciple in red was skilled in movement and could use dual swords; she should have won. So why was she immobilized by Jia Yulan?

Under everyone’s puzzled gaze, Jia Yulan returned to Mo Ying’s side, calm as if she had expected to win all along.

“Using ‘All-Dimensional Spiritual Perception’ to constantly sense the surroundings, and then using ‘Binding Spirit Rope’ to take control at the crucial moment, Senior Sister Mo, your strategy really is brilliant!” Jia Yulan said with a smile.

“It’s nothing much.” Mo Ying was very calm.

She had already advanced to the Element Gathering Realm, her insights became even sharper, and with the birth of the Spiritual Sense, she could analyze the abilities of Qingyun Sect’s combatants and come up with the most accurate responses.

“This is maddening!” The City Lord of Nanwu City paced back and forth.

Whitefloat City had already won four straight matches, one more victory and they would immediately have to hand over the plains; he felt extremely anxious in his heart.

“What do we do next?” The City Lord of Nanwu City stared at the sixth elder of Qingyun Sect.

“What else can we do? Running into people from Misty Sect, it’s our bad luck! It seems we are bound to lose today, brace yourself for the Sect Leader’s wrath!” The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect, exasperated, stormed off and sat under a distant tree, sighing and lamenting.

Looking up, he saw Bai Minglu still hanging in the tree, which made him even more infuriated.

This sparring should have been a beautiful victory for Bai Minglu, the strongest among the nine inner sect disciples of Qingyun Sect.

And yet, he had been defeated by a single sword strike!

This is maddening indeed!

The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect’s face was twisted with anger.

“Start the next match!” the Deputy City Lord of Whitefloat City shouted.

“Who’s next?” Nanwu City’s City Lord looked toward the remaining Qingyun Sect disciples.

They exchanged glances.

Eventually, a ninth level Qi Refinement disciple stepped onto the stage.

“Fellow comrades, I shall go as well!” Long Tianxing leaped onto the arena, his cultivation aura not strong, only at the peak of the seventh level of Qi Refinement.

The moment his aura revealed itself, the people of Nanwu City immediately felt as if blessings had fallen from the sky.

“Hahaha!”

“He’s only at the seventh level of Qi Refinement!”

“I get it now, Misty Sect’s strongest disciples have already fought, and the remaining ones have mediocre cultivation levels and strength. Our chance to turn the tables has come!”

Nanwu City’s City Lord was overjoyed.

Under the tree.

The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect stretched his neck, rubbed his eyes to confirm that Long Tianxing was only at the peak of the seventh level of Qi Refinement, and smiled brilliantly.

On the stage.

Long Tianxing’s opponent gripped the longsword tightly, feeling as if he was favored by a heavenly mandate, his smile gradually becoming twisted: “Haha! A ninth level against a seventh level at the peak, if I don’t win, I might as well eat shit.”

After speaking, the Qingyun Sect disciple pointed his sword at Long Tianxing and said, “Boy, don’t blame me for bullying the weak.”

Hearing this, Long Tianxing’s expression turned strange as he muttered, “It’s true that I’m at the peak of Qi Refinement level seven, but am I weak?”

Below the stage.

Whitefloat City’s Deputy City Lord exclaimed in shock, “How could they let Long Tianxing fight? He’s only at the peak of Qi Refinement level seven, his chances of winning are slim!”

“Just wait and see,” Mo Ying whispered.

Long Tianxing’s cultivation level wasn’t high, but was he really weak?

No, on the contrary, he was strong!

Mo Ying had great confidence in Long Tianxing.

“Haha, we are going to win this round.”

“It turns out Misty Sect was only showing off their short-lived ability. Now, it’s our Qingyun Sect’s turn to perform.”

“I have to say, we were a bit panicked just now, but now, the tables have turned, and we can comfortably sit back and watch Misty Sect’s disciples fall one by one.”

The disciples of Qingyun Sect revealed smiles, looking completely at ease.

Nanwu City’s City Lord laughed and said, “Alright, begin!”

On the stage.

The Qingyun Sect disciple swung his longsword, intending to send Long Tianxing flying and win easily, becoming the key to turning the tide of the battle and receiving praises from the Sect Leader and the Elders.

He had already begun to imagine the scene where he would be surrounded by his junior sisters after his victory, the smile on his lips growing increasingly comical.

“Drink!”

Suddenly, a roar shattered the Qingyun Sect disciple’s fantasy.

All eyes followed the sound, and they saw Long Tianxing in a horse stance, fists clenched tight, with faint silvery light twinkling on his body, quickly covering him with a fine silver scale armor, and his hands transformed into sharp claws.

Behind him, a dragon tail had sprouted as well!

A powerful aura erupted, stirring the trees in the vicinity.

“This… this!”

Except for the Misty Sect disciples, everyone’s face was filled with shock, their mouths agape as if beholding a monster.

“First stage, Dragon Transformation Form!”

Long Tianxing roared, completely transformed into a dragonfolk, his aura skyrocketing fivefold, giving off the terrifying impression of facing a demi-transformed demon beast.

“Damn it, how can this be!”

The Qingyun Sect disciple confronting him paled in alarm.

He hurriedly swung his sword, releasing dozens of Sword Qi, trying to knock Long Tianxing off the stage.

“Get down!”

Long Tianxing waved his clawed hand, effortlessly shattering the oncoming Sword Qi. With a flicker, he instantly reached the Qingyun Sect disciple, swiped his dragon tail, and knocked him off the stage, rendering him unconscious on the spot.

“One move, an instant kill?”

The crowd swallowed hard.

They had thought Long Tianxing was weak, and this match would be Qingyun Sect’s moment to reclaim victory. However, they were defeated just like that!

Now, Whitefloat City had won five consecutive matches.

In this nine-match, five-victory contest, the outcome was already decided.

“This infuriates me to death!” The sixth elder of Qingyun Sect stomped angrily, flew up into the air, and left the place without wishing to stay any longer.

The Deputy City Lord, looking at Nanwu City’s City Lord with a pale face, smiled and said, “We’ve won. According to the rules, this plain now belongs to Whitefloat City; let’s start drafting the agreement!”

“You play hardball!” Nanwu City’s City Lord ground his teeth.

In the matter of signing the agreement, Mo Ying and her group did not participate and went straight back to Misty Peak, leaving only Whitefloat City’s Deputy City Lord, Nishang Palace Master, Tyrant Blade Sect Sect Leader, and Feathers Sect Sect Leader to deal with Nanwu City’s City Lord and the others.

…

Qingyun Sect.

“What did you say? We lost five consecutive matches, resulting in Whitefloat City gaining permanent rights over that plain?”

“Trash, all trash!”

“Misty Sect, Ye Feng, wait for me!”

Qingyun Zhenren furiously smashed his teacup, roaring again and again.

A terrifying aura rose to the sky, crushing the surrounding great hall and trees, like a tornado demolishing a parking lot, leaving only ruins behind.

…

Misty Peak.

Ye Feng, seeing his disciples return victorious, nodded with satisfaction and said, “In today’s battle, all of you performed well. Now, hand over your Disciple Identity Tokens.”

“Ah?” The disciples were stunned.

“The current Identity Tokens lack comprehensive functions, this Sect Leader plans to refine them again, to expand the message transmission range and add new features,” Ye Feng explained.

Hearing this, the disciples realized.

“Our thanks to the Sect Leader.”

They immediately handed over their Identity Tokens.

Having received the Disciple Identity Tokens, Ye Feng threw them into the Refining Furnace, took out some special materials obtained from the Myriad Islands Alliance, refined them, and together with thirteen Middle Grade Spirit Stones, chucked them into the Furnace, beginning the refining process.