The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 15: Recruiting Registered Disciples

Chapter 15: Recruiting Registered Disciples

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“My son was beaten to this state by Ye Feng with his bare hands?” Long Zhenchuan looked at the two guards and asked.

“Yes.”

The two guards dared not conceal anything.

“Tell me the details.”

“Sect Leader Ye Feng had no spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, nor did he use any sneaky tricks. He simply used a set of strange martial arts moves, and our young master was unable to fight back at all.”

“What martial arts?”

Long Zhenchuan asked curiously.

The two guards glanced at each other with odd expressions and said, “We only heard Sect Master Ye call out ‘White Crane Spreads Wings, Illusory Step Bright Palm, Bow Stance Kick, Turn Back and Draw’ and other strange names for the moves.”

Long Zhenchuan: “Illusory Step Bright Palm?”

He frowned slightly and waved the two guards off. “Alright, you may go.”

“Yes.”

After the two guards had left, Long Zhenchuan narrowed his eyes.

“To have beaten my son, who is at the fifth level of Qi Refinement, to such a state with just his flesh body strength, Ye Feng must have an extremely strong physique, at least equal to mine, which indicates that his cultivation level is also far from simple.”

“Those disciples from the Misty Sect have all practiced their spells to Major Achievement and Perfection, they must have been guided by an expert.”

“And this expert must be Ye Feng.”

“Misty Sect… has hidden its capabilities well enough!”

In Long Zhenchuan’s view, Ye Feng must have taken some elixirs to perfectly conceal the spiritual energy fluctuations in his body.

As for the purpose of doing this, he could not guess.

But Long Zhenchuan knew one thing.

People like Ye Feng are very dangerous!

Moreover, the season when monsters rampage was approaching, and it was not wise for the Long Family to make an enemy of the Misty Sect with unclear strength, so as to avoid additional losses.

Thus, Long Zhenchuan issued an order in the Long Family:

“Pass down my command, when you see people from the Misty Sect, try to avoid them as much as possible, do not engage in conflict, and certainly do not become their enemy.”

The order quickly spread throughout the Long Family.

In a secluded courtyard of the Long Family.

A youth with silver hair and blue eyes, upon hearing the news, ran into an exquisitely arranged bedroom and said to a woman in her thirties who was cutting paper, “Mother, I heard that the Misty Sect is very powerful, and even the Long Family is wary of them, so I want to join that sect.”

The woman raised her head, revealing a slightly pale but exceptionally beautiful face.

She smiled bitterly and said, “Isn’t it good to stay in the Long Family?”

The silver-haired youth clenched his fists. “But my uncle won’t let me cultivate. How then can I find out about my origins?”

“Your uncle forbids you from cultivating to protect you, and besides, it’s better not to know about your origins.”

The woman bowed her head and continued cutting paper.

The silver-haired youth bit his lip and quietly left the bedroom.

His name was Long Tianxing, and he took his mother’s surname.

As for who his father was, no one in the entire Long Family knew except his mother.

Long Tianxing really wanted to cultivate and then leave Whitefloat City to see the bustling world outside and, by the way, clear up his own origins.

But his uncle, Long Zhenchuan, wouldn’t let him cultivate.

Although it was safe in the Long Family, Long Tianxing didn’t want to live a boring life without freedom like a “canary in a cage.”

“The world is so big, I want to see it!”

Long Tianxing put on a cloak and, with the wall-climbing skills he had developed from a young age, easily scaled the wall and left the Long Family compound, which was not very strictly guarded.

…

Hundred Sects Plaza.

Ye Feng sat in the sun.

An hour had passed, and still, no one had joined the Misty Sect, leaving him with a worried expression on his face.

It had been four days already.

In three more days, the assessment period would end.

He had to recruit six more Registered Disciples within the time limit, or else he would fail the assessment period task.

“I want to join the Misty Sect.”

At that moment, a somewhat immature voice could be heard.

Ye Feng, delighted, raised his head and, along with those around him, looked towards the short figure draped in a cloak.

“This kid seems to be under one meter fifty, right?”

Ye Feng, sitting on the chair, had to lift his head to meet the gaze of the person speaking to him, which showed that the person was quite short.

However, joining a sect wasn’t about height.

With that thought, Ye Feng activated his Spirit Eyes and sized up the Cloak Man, noticing that the person’s heart had a natural fluctuation of Spiritual Energy and a good physique; their innate talent likely wasn’t bad either.

Moreover, the System did not give a “does not meet the requirements” prompt, indicating that this person, as he had guessed, was suitable to become a Registered Disciple.

“Name, date of birth, innate talent, cultivation level, and background, report them all.”

Ye Feng took out the Book of Names and watched the Cloak Man intently, noticing that the guy was deliberately keeping his head down, not daring to let others see his face.

However, he could still vaguely make out that this was a handsome boy with tender skin.

“Hm, looks quite shy…”

Ye Feng thought to himself.

“My name is Long Tian Xing, thirteen years old, innate talent? I don’t know how much, I have no cultivation level yet, and I come from the Long Family.”

The disguised Long Tian Xing said weakly.

“Someone from the Long Family!”

The eyes of the people around widened a bit.

Had the Long Family sent an undercover agent right after Long Qitian got beaten up by Ye Feng?

But this undercover agent’s skills were just too poor, weren’t they?

Who would reveal their own family name as soon as they arrived?

“You are from the Long Family? What is your relationship with Long Qitian?” Ye Feng was also surprised; a few disciples also looked at Long Tian Xing with odd expressions.

“Long Qitian is my cousin.”

Long Tian Xing, afraid that Ye Feng wouldn’t accept him, was very anxious and voiced out in a thin, mosquito-like voice that even he could barely hear.

But soon after, with a “thump,” Ye Feng had already stamped the book with a seal.

“I am Sect Leader Ye Feng, from today onwards, you are the sixth disciple of our Misty Sect. Those are your senior brothers and sisters, Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, Li Jiaojiao, Mo Ying.”

Ye Feng stood up and, pointing to the group starting with Shi Lei beside him, gave a brief introduction.

Fifth disciple Shu Hongyu was out on a training excursion, and although Ye Feng didn’t know the specifics, he decided to keep a spot for her after some thought.

“The Sect Leader really wants to accept me?”

Long Tian Xing looked up excitedly.

But because he raised his head too quickly and because the wind was strong in the plaza, the hood on his head was lifted, revealing silver hair and blue eyes.

“Wow!”

“It’s that nephew from the Long Family!”

“I heard he isn’t of the Human Race, but the child of Long Zhenchuan’s younger sister and a man from a Foreign Clan.”

“They say the head of the Long Family, Long Zhenchuan, forbid Long Tian Xing from cultivating because he was worried he’d cause trouble.”

“Who would’ve thought that he’d actually join the Misty Sect, isn’t he afraid his great uncle will spank him so hard his bum blossoms flowers?”

“What’s there to be afraid of? If Long Zhenchuan dares to spank him, I’m sure Long Tian Xing would definitely get a haircut in the first month of the lunar year.”

“…”

Exclamations came from the crowd.

There was a nonstop buzz of conversation.

“Foreign Clan member!”

Mo Ying looked at Long Tian Xing, her brow slightly furrowed.

On her way to Whitefloat City, she did encounter a woman from a Foreign Clan, and they had sparred to a draw.

Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, and Li Jiaojiao all widened their eyes in surprise, but there was no disgust or rejection in their eyes, just pure curiosity.

Long Tian Xing was indeed very adorable.

He had long silver hair casually tied up with a red ribbon adorned with a butterfly knot. His blue eyes were crystal clear, like a deep blue lake.

But at this moment, his beautiful eyes were filled with panic as people saw his foreign appearance.

“Don’t look!”

He hurriedly put on his hood, covered his eyes with his hands, and anxiously peeked through his fingers at the expressions of others.