The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

This spell was a fifth-grade magic he had acquired from somewhere back when he was still a great power in the Divine Origin Realm.

Even though his current cultivation level was shallow, preventing him from unleashing its full power, his speed underground was still incredibly fast.

If he weren’t worried about being discovered, Dong Dongqiang would have caught up with Huyuan long ago.

“Heh heh!”

Dong Dongqiang chuckled sinisterly, “A soul body at the peak of Element Gathering Realm, if it could be refined, my strength would surge, enough to cultivate numerous powerful secret techniques and to elevate my combat prowess to the standard of a Sect Master of a One-star Sect.”

The two of them, one fleeing and the other chasing, maintained a distance of ten miles throughout.

…

Tens of miles away from Demon City, underground.

Ye Feng split open a heavy stone door.

Many Sect Masters-level powerhouses followed him closely and saw numerous elders of the Three-tailed Fox Clan lying in the passageway, all slain with a single slap.

“Quite brutal,” murmured the City Lord of Sanyuan City.

Ye Feng glanced at him and silently made his way to the deepest part of the ancestral ground of the Three-tailed Fox Clan, finding that most of the items here had been taken away.

Soon, they arrived at the Blood Pool.

Seeing the shattered Blood Pool and the rich bloodline essence that remained, everyone felt a chilling sensation.

Just how many cultivators were refined here!

“Continue the search, we can’t miss even the tiniest clue.”

The Sect Leader of Liuyun Sect commanded, and many elders and disciples immediately followed, searching for any trace in this underground cavern.

However, after half an hour passed, they found nothing.

Even when they found another passage used for escape, they discovered it had been destroyed by someone, and the trail had gone cold.

“Demon King Huyuan is no longer here.”

Eventually, Ye Feng came to this conclusion.

It made sense, after all, how could a Demon King as grand as him be foolish enough to wait here for his demise? He must have packed up and fled long ago!

Boom!

After everyone left the underground cave, Ye Feng shattered the place with a single sword strike, and just like Shuiyang City, the ancestral ground of the Three-tailed Fox Clan also became history.

The group returned to Demon City.

Looking at the ruins, everyone sighed once again.

“Demon King Huyuan has been stripped of his Demon King body, and Demon City has been destroyed. This Demon Race turmoil has come to a temporary end. Gentlemen, I take my leave!”

Ye Feng bowed to the crowd and left on his flying sword.

“We respectfully see off Sect Master Ye!”

The many cultivators hastily bid him farewell.

Xiao Fangu sat on a rock, with a gash torn open in his left arm from the previous battle with the Demon Race of Demon City, and Xi Xinyu was dressing his wound.

Watching the highly respected Ye Feng, who looked almost divine, Xiao Fangu was filled with mixed emotions.

He was beginning to regret.

“If I had not left but stayed in Misty Peak, what would the situation be like now?”

“Right, Shu Hongyu seemed to have left the Misty Sect as well, right? Could she, like me, also have some regrets?”

Xiao Fangu thought to himself.

As he remembered, Shu Hongyu was a beautiful girl who liked a quiet life, who would sit barefoot under a large tree at the peak, enjoying the cool breeze every day.

As for her background and aptitude, Xiao Fangu knew very little.

However, in his opinion, Shu Hongyu must be regretting leaving the Misty Sect too, right?

After all, Misty Sect is on the rise, and it is almost certain that it will advance to a Star-Level Sect in the future. Moreover, with Ye Feng, a powerhouse comparable to the Spirit Sea Realm, based there, Misty Sect could remain stable for a hundred years, giving it enough time to develop into a Two-Star Rank power.

…

County King City, the County King’s Manor.

“Achoo!”

Shu Hongyu suddenly sneezed.

She was sitting in a basket hung on the rooftop, enjoying the cool breeze with her snow-white feet swinging freely, looking quite comfortable.

But after sneezing suddenly, she rubbed her delicate nose and muttered, “That’s not right, as a cultivator, how can I catch a cold? Seems like someone must be talking behind my back again.”

She jumped down from the basket and stood in front of the wooden railing.

Looking out over the endless expanse of the bustling grand city, Shu Hongyu propped her chin with one hand and pouted her lips, saying, “County King City is bustling, but that bustle belongs to others, the loneliness is mine alone.”

She gazed at the sky, her face filled with melancholy.

…

Misty Peak.

Ye Feng threw the body of the Demon King Huyuan onto a boulder.

The profound vital force and oppressive aura were instantly released, causing the disciples and Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts at the peak to feel as though they had entered an area with a sudden increase in gravity, experiencing a heavy suppression over their bodies.

The Demon King’s body was very strong.

Even though it had fallen, the vigorous vital force within still existed, creating a powerful force field in the vicinity that suppressed all living beings within its range.

“Spirit Blood Transference!”

With both hands on the Demon King’s body, Ye Feng directed countless faint golden threads of vital force to flow out, converging mid-air into a head-sized cluster of high-grade spirit blood, engraved with special patterns and releasing intense pressure.

The oppressive force of the Demon King’s body, now devoid of spirit blood, quickly dissipated.

Ye Feng stored the spirit blood.

This was the bloodline of a Demon King level, with a grade too high; the physiques of all the spiritual beasts of the Misty Sect were not strong enough to absorb it for the time being.

However, Ye Feng had converted a lot of the spirit blood from numerous Demon Generals and High-rank Demon Soldiers in Demon City, amassing over thirty clusters, each at least the size of a fist.

“Wow-roar!”

Brother Flathead, drowsy-eyed, ambled over and pointed at a cluster of spirit blood from a certain Wild Boar Demon General, then pointed at himself.

Ye Feng let out a chuckle.

“Why do you like the spirit blood of boar demons so much? But since you want it, I’ll give it to you!”

Ye Feng transferred the spirit blood to Brother Flathead.

The next moment, its eyes bulged out in surprise and, following a darkening of its sight, it collapsed onto the ground, snoring loudly.

“What’s going on?” Ye Feng was stunned.

“Detection confirms that Brother Flathead is undergoing a bloodline upgrade. Estimated sleep duration is seven days,” the system kindly informed.

“I see.” Ye Feng suddenly understood. He selected a portion of the remaining spirit blood and integrated it into the other spiritual beasts.

Afterwards, he turned his attention to the Demon King’s corpse.

This was excellent material for refining!

Ye Feng, wielding the Five Elements Spirit Sword, was busy for most of the day, finally cutting down all the hard bones, throwing them in batches into the Refinement Furnace, and transforming them into numerous White Bone Blocks.

“The White Bone Sword Array is quite powerful, but not sturdy enough. Combining it with the spiritual bones of the Demon King’s body could greatly enhance its power,” he mused.

He took out the White Bone Sword Array, paired it with the spiritual bones of the Demon King’s body, and began to refine it anew.

…

Thousands of miles away.

Huyuan arrived at a silent and desolate valley.

“This place will do. As long as this king finds a suitable demon body or human vessel to possess, and then becomes a cultivator specializing in bloodlines, my rise will be swift,” he mused.

Huyuan’s spiritual sense searched within the valley and found a target.

It was a white-haired fox lying by the lakeside, drinking water in an elegant manner. As it moved, it gazed at its reflection in the lake, revealing a seductive, enticing smile.

Even as a fox, it was delicate and attractive.

“This one it is!”

Huyuan was about to proceed with the possession of the fox.

But at that moment, the white-haired fox turned around, making Huyuan change his expression and say, “It’s actually a vixen, how unlucky!”

He hovered in midair, continuing his search for another vessel.

Underground nearby.

Dong Dongqiang had already reached a position within a hundred meters of Huyuan with a small formation prepared in advance positioned above his palm.

“Hehehe!”

Dong Dongqiang let out a sly chuckle.

Whoosh!

A large net of spiritual energy descended from the sky, attempting to ensnare Huyuan, who stiffened then quickly sidestepped over a hundred meters to avoid being trapped.

“Bah, mere insect tricks,” scoffed Huyuan.

However, the real danger had only just begun to descend.

Suddenly, a Seven Stars Soul Capturing Array rose from the ground, consisting of seven small star marks, each extending dark purple tendrils that entwined Huyuan, suppressing his soul’s power to about one-tenth of what it was before.

“It worked!”

Dong Dongqiang immediately rushed out, formed seals with his hands like a mighty hammer, and struck down on Huyuan’s soul body, causing him to become dizzy.

Taking advantage of the situation, Dong Dongqiang opened his mouth and swallowed Huyuan’s soul body.

Right after that, Dong Dongqiang sat cross-legged in the center of the “Seven Stars Soul Capturing Array”, using the pressure of the array to restrain Huyuan’s soul power, constantly changing spells, completely confining Huyuan within his body, and began refining.

“Audacious, to scheme against this king!”

Huyuan regained consciousness, raging furiously.