The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 31

Chapter 31: Chapter 31: First Trial of the Spirit Origin Clock, Going to the Banquet at the Zhou Family

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The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle rushed forward!

At this moment, Brother Flathead looked quite bedraggled, drenched and appearing very weak, without emanating a powerful demonic aura.

In the eyes of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, one swipe of its claw would be enough to take down ten Brother Flatheads.

But dreams are perfect, reality is painful.

As soon as the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle charged forward, it was sent flying by an angry Brother Flathead, losing who knows how many feathers and shrieking miserably mid-air.

“That’s what you get for messing around ”

Ye Feng curled his lips, watching as Brother Flathead pounced toward him and calmly took out the Spirit Origin Clock.

With a “ding” sound.

The Spirit Origin Clock shone with emerald light, quickly expanding to two meters in height and easily enveloping Brother Flathead before shrinking to the size of a teacup and flying back into the palm of Ye Feng’s hand, where it quietly remained motionless.

“It’s a lower-grade spiritual artifact!”

Mo Ying revealed a look of astonishment.

Everyone else also found it odd; how could Ye Feng, appearing to have no cultivation, wield a spiritual artifact?

Ye Feng glanced at the Spirit Origin Clock and discovered that Brother Flathead, trapped inside, had actually curled up into a ball, falling into a state of slumber.

It would wake up only after being released.

Ye Feng thought to himself:

“Truly a spiritual artifact from the System; its effect is really good. Now that Brother Flathead is sealed, it might have some unexpected uses in the future.”

He turned back, looking at the shocked crowd, and explained, “This is our Misty Sect’s treasured spiritual artifact ‘Spirit Origin Clock,’ a lower-grade spiritual artifact that can seal any being below the Element Gathering Realm.”

“Of course, it was also left by the Old Sect Leader,” Ye Feng added.

He had already figured it out.

In the future, whenever something inexplicable appeared, he would just say it was left by the Old Sect Leader.

After all, “there’s no evidence of the dead,” and he could say whatever he wanted.

“It turns out our Misty Sect is not poor after all,” Shi Lei expressed his surprise.

Huo Yunjie said thoughtfully, “Perhaps our Misty Sect only looks poor, but in fact, the Old Sect Leader spent all the hard-earned spirit stones buying elixirs and spiritual artifacts.”

The others also felt that this was probably the case.

At this time, Ye Feng placed the Spirit Origin Clock into the Sect Storage Space, once again causing astonishment and attention among the crowd.

“Actually, the Sect Leader Brother also left me a storage spiritual artifact; it’s just very concealed, you can’t see it,” Ye Feng spoke with a nonchalant face.

After hearing this, the disciples had strange expressions but chose to believe him.

“Sect Leader, here is the other half of the blueprint.”

Finally finding an opportunity, Jia Yulan took out the crumpled blueprint and respectfully handed it to Ye Feng.

Ye Feng looked at her and cautioned, “Your ‘Falling Blooms in Profusion’ hasn’t been mastered fully; do not take risks in the future.”

Jia Yulan stuck her tongue out, almost as if talking to herself, “But if I hadn’t encountered the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, with my spiritual power, I could have returned smoothly.”

Ye Feng rolled his eyes and said, “Alright, everyone disperse! We still have to attend the banquet at the Zhou Family in Whitefloat City tonight, get ready.”

Ye Feng waved his hand, dismissing the disciples.

He went over to the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle and had a conversation with it, only then learning that the creature was close to fainting from hunger. It had mistakenly attacked the flying bird made of pink petals, thinking it was prey.

Atop the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

Mo Ying sat cross-legged by herself.

“Fourth Senior Sister, thank you for today!”

Jia Yulan tip-toed along the ridge of the roof and sat down beside Mo Ying, softly expressing her gratitude.

“We are all from the same sect; it’s only natural to save you,” Mo Ying replied while making sword gestures, not very interested in entertaining Jia Yulan’s conversation.

“Fourth Senior Sister, this ointment is very effective maybe it can help you,” Jia Yulan said, taking a jade vial emitting a faint scent of medicinal herbs from her storage belt.

Mo Ying gave her a glance, her voice cold, “Ordinary medicine won’t cure my face.”

Jia Yulan lightly pressed her lips together and said, “Fourth Senior Sister, whatever formula you need, I can ask someone to help you find it. After all, you saved me, and I will definitely help you with anything I can.”

“I appreciate your kindness.”

Mo Ying hopped down from the roof and returned to her room to rest.

No one noticed that when her back was turned to Jia Yulan, the corners of her mouth involuntarily lifted slightly, showing that she was indeed touched.

In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.

Ye Feng, riding on the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, circled around Misty Peak for a long time, hunting several wild boars in the nearby mountains to feed the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, honing his beast-taming skills.

At the same time, Ye Feng also gave the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle a very affectionate name: Lao Tie!

“Lao Tie, let’s go back,”

Ye Feng said.

Upon receiving the command, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle quickly landed on the summit of Misty Peak. At that moment, it looked towards the distance and cried out.

“Someone’s coming?”

Ye Feng could interpret Lao Tie’s intent and, looking in the direction of Whitefloat City, saw Steward Zhou Jiaqian sitting on a floating dark green bamboo raft, flying towards Misty Peak.

It wasn’t long before Zhou Jiaqian arrived nearby.

Seeing the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle standing next to Ye Feng, he widened his eyes in surprise.

Zhou Jiaqian could tell that the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle had been tamed and became a flying mount for the Misty Sect.

And such a mount, generally, was possessed only by high-ranked sects, which made him envious.

“Sect Master Ye, is this your sect’s flying mount? It looks really majestic!” Zhou Jiaqian parked his bamboo raft on the grass at the peak’s top and asked with a look of amazement.

“Yes, it is,”

Ye Feng did not hide the fact.

“It’s no wonder you’re Sect Master Ye, being able to subdue such a rare flying mount. In the whole of Whitefloat City, such mounts are few and far between,”

Zhou Jiaqian praised.

“You flatter me,”

Ye Feng called out to the courtyard, “Disciples of the Misty Sect, let’s go, we’re eating at the Zhou Family.”

The disciples were already ready, they left the house, greeted Steward Zhou Jiaqian, and all stood on the Lower Grade Spirit Artifact, ‘Flying Bamboo Raft’.”

“Lao Tie, guard the house!”

Ye Feng patted the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle and then jumped onto the Flying Bamboo Raft.

Although riding the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle into the city would be quite impressive, Ye Feng did not want to show off just yet.

Steward Zhou Jiaqian, noticing Jia Yulan, Xia He, Qiu Ju, and others, praised, “As expected of Sect Master Ye, even managing to recruit a genius from the Jia Family. I am impressed.”

“Haha!”

Ye Feng just laughed, saying nothing.

Whitefloat City, Zhou Family residence.

This was an imposing mansion located next to a spacious street on the east side of the city.

As Ye Feng and his group arrived at the gate, they found that many people had already gathered there.

“Dad, Mom!”

As soon as Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu landed, they rushed towards their parents.

“Feng’er, Yu’er!”

Next to Ouyang Hao, a woman dressed in mature and dignified clothes reached out and embraced Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu, her eyes already glistening with tears.

In recent times, demonic creatures caused trouble.

“Zhou Shiyu” had been constantly worried about her children. If it weren’t for her two younger brothers having other tasks, she would have even wanted them to go to Beacon Fire City to fetch people.

Fortunately, now all was safe and sound.

“This must be Sect Master Ye? Thank you for saving our lives,” Zhou Shiyu said, holding Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu and bowing to express her gratitude to Ye Feng.