The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 164: Cute Little Squirrel, Fistfight Contest

Chapter 164: Chapter 164: Cute Little Squirrel, Fistfight Contest

Ye Feng had already distributed ancient texts like “Liuyun Flying Flowers” and “Nine-Turn Revolutions Heavenly God Technique, Upper Volume.”

As for whether they would be effective, that would depend on the disciples’ destiny.

“There are only seven days until the Sword Child’s sealing ceremony, I wonder if Jia Xi will be able to master ‘Divine Fist’ and advance to the fifth level of Body Refinement,” he mused.

“And what about Yun Jie, how is he doing? If he’s together with Baixue Ding from Ancient Town of Quicksand, what will Lin Yuyan of Yunhua Sect do?”

At that thought, Ye Feng’s expression gradually turned peculiar.

He could tell that Lin Yuyan had feelings for Huo Yunjie, but whether Huo Yunjie had feelings for Lin Yuyan was another matter entirely.

Considering the current situation, Huo Yunjie and Baixue Ding were spending more time together; they had even shared life-and-death experiences, so it was quite possible they might take things to the next level any day now.

“Forget it, it’s the disciples’ business, let them be!”

Ye Feng waved away the thoughts in his mind and looked towards the pavilion where the Spiritual Spring was located.

At that moment, Mo Ying was sitting cross-legged on a Divine Race’s cushion, quickly entering a state of cultivation, her aura gradually growing stronger. At this rate, she could break through to the peak of the Qi Refinement ninth level before heading to Divine Wind Sword Sect.

“It seems that I need to prepare to distribute the Consolidating Origin Pills,” Ye Feng thought to himself.

During the process of assaulting the Element Gathering Realm from the peak of the ninth level of Qi Refinement, it was necessary to compress Spiritual Energy into True Yuan, which took a lot of time. Consuming the Consolidating Origin Pills could provide an abundance of Spiritual Power, speeding up the conversion process.

Sanyuan City.

Huo Yunjie was carrying his Cold Light Sword, with a short-haired woman by his side, none other than Baixue Ding.

At this time, the two were strolling through the streets.

“Have you really decided to join the Divine Wind Sword Sect?” Huo Yunjie asked curiously.

“Yes, if the Divine Wind Sword Sect is willing to take me in,” Baixue Ding replied with a gentle nod, revealing the Inner Sect Disciple token given to her by Mu Ruxue in her palm.

“With the token, you’ll definitely get in,” Huo Yunjie spoke with certainty.

“I hope so!”

Baixue Ding put away the token and glanced at Huo Yunjie beside her, her lips parting slightly, “By the way, why have you come to find me again?”

Huo Yunjie responded, “Sect Leader said we would be headed to Divine Wind Sword Sect to attend the Sword Child’s sealing ceremony after a while. I can take that opportunity to go south for training, and since you’re going to the Divine Wind Sword Sect, isn’t this on the way?”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Of course!”

Baixue Ding suddenly looked dejected.

Near Misty Peak.

Qiao Jiaxi stood beneath the waterfall, enduring the fierce impact of the water.

“Now I’m the only one who hasn’t passed the assessment. I must work harder!” Qiao Jiaxi clenched his fists, finally steadying his stance after several attempts.

He began throwing punches.

This time, Qiao Jiaxi threw fifty punches in a row!

In the end, drained of strength, he was again swept away by the waterfall, crashing onto the grass beside the pool, gasping for breath.

“So tired!”

Even for someone with Qiao Jiaxi’s stamina, he felt extremely weary at that moment.

Lying in the grass, surrounded by flowers and plants, he shielded his eyes from the dazzling sunlight, breathing in the fresh fragrance around him, feeling how peaceful it was and wishing he could have a nice, long sleep.

“Squeak!”

A little squirrel hopped over, standing on Qiao Jiaxi’s shoulder.

“Such an adorable little squirrel,” he remarked.

Qiao Jiaxi gently stroked the little squirrel’s head, noticing a tuft of golden fur on its crown.

After a moment of thought, Qiao Jiaxi took out a leaf of “Mighty Spinach,” a Divine Vegetable, and asked, “Do you want to eat this?”

The little squirrel cocked its head, then its tiny paws grabbed the leaf, sniffed it, and excitedly spun around in circles.

Then, it ran off.

“Hey, don’t go!”

Qiao Jiaxi tried to keep the little squirrel from leaving, not wanting to be alone, but the little squirrel quickly disappeared into the dense forest.

“Squeak, squeak, squeak!”

In less than ten minutes, the calls of countless squirrels could be heard. Qiao Jiaxi looked up in surprise, scrambling to his feet and saw hundreds of squirrels all around, chirping incessantly.

Each squirrel was holding a pinecone, placing them next to Qiao Jiaxi.

“For me to eat?”

Qiao Jiaxi pointed to himself.

“Squeak squeak!”

The golden-haired little squirrel called out and nodded its head.

“Thank you!”

Qiao Jiaxi didn’t refuse, cracked open a pinecone, and ate the sun-dried pine nuts inside, finding them rather tasty, and they even contained a bit of spiritual energy, beneficial for nurturing the body.

Seeing Qiao Jiaxi eating the pinecone, the squirrels hopped and skipped about joyously, taking the initiative to crack open pinecones and pile up the pine nuts on the stone slab.

Qiao Jiaxi took out some Divine Vegetables and shared them with the squirrels, while he himself ate the pine nuts and drank a big gulp of Spiritual Spring Water to recover his vitality before heading back under the waterfall to practice his punching.

“Ho ho ha hei!”

Qiao Jiaxi kept throwing punches, splashing water everywhere.

The group of squirrels quickly went away, but the golden-haired little squirrel that was there earlier remained on the stone slab, tilting its head as though it thought of something amusing, covering its mouth with a paw and giggling.

Boom!

Qiao Jiaxi got a good thrashing by the waterfall again and tumbled onto the grass, facing the little squirrel eye to eye.

“Hee hee hee!”

The little squirrel covered its mouth with a paw, chuckling, and then pointed at itself with its small paw.

Then, to Qiao Jiaxi’s astonishment, a spectacle unfolded.

The little squirrel stood on the stone slab, swinging its front paws, fist after fist, so quickly that afterimages appeared.

When it came to boxing, it was more professional!

“I can’t even compare to a little squirrel,” Qiao Jiaxi said, scratching his head, feeling a bit embarrassed.

“Hmph!”

The little squirrel huffed, pointed at itself, and then to the sky, making gestures as if to say: I’m the number one boxing master in the squirrel world!

Afterward, the little squirrel picked up pinecones from the ground and tossed more than a dozen of them high into the sky, then leaped into the air and with rapid swings of its paws, precisely hit and sent all the pinecones flying.

“You’re so amazing!”

Qiao Jiaxi sincerely praised.

Smack!

A pinecone hit his face, and Qiao Jiaxi was stunned. Before he could react, several more pinecones were flung at him.

“You want to teach me how to throw punches?”

Qiao Jiaxi got it in a second, swinging his fists, and shattering the approaching pinecones one by one, like fireworks blossoming.

Atop Misty Peak.

Shi Lei, pointing to the waterfall valley where Qiao Jiaxi was, said, “Sect Master Uncle, Jia Xi seems to be playing with a little pine tree. What do you think?”

“Lie down and watch,” Ye Feng said.

He was indeed lying down on the rooftop, with his hands crossed and placed on the ridge, resting his chin on them, comfortably observing the distant Qiao Jiaxi.

“What a cute little squirrel, with such high intelligence, and it even learned a very strange boxing technique. Could there be a master guiding it from behind?”

Ye Feng murmured softly.

It’s often said that there’s always someone better out there.

In the vicinity of Whitefloat City, it was not unusual for there to be some cultivators of extraordinary ability living in seclusion. Ye Feng, well-read in novels, understood this principle all the more.

Beneath the waterfall.

The little squirrel was like a pinecone launcher, rapidly firing a heap of pinecones, but Qiao Jiaxi sent them all flying with his fists.

Once all the pinecones were thrown, the little squirrel suddenly started hopping around, swinging its tiny fists at an extremely fast speed towards Qiao Jiaxi’s nose.

“You want to spar with me? But, I’m quite formidable, don’t underestimate me… Ah!”

As Qiao Jiaxi spoke, he swung his fist out but found the little squirrel skillfully dodging the punch, using its hind legs to push off his arm for added speed, and aiming straight for his nose with a punch.

“Ouch, that hurts!” Qiao Jiaxi said, holding his nose, “I was careless just now, let’s go again!”

After that, one man and one squirrel continued their sparring.

But the little squirrel was too nimble, Qiao Jiaxi couldn’t even touch its fur before being hit on the nose or forehead.

“You’re so amazing!”

Qiao Jiaxi exclaimed, “I think it’s too difficult to practice punching under the waterfall directly. It’s better to spar with you first. Once I’m able to beat you, then entering the waterfall should be a totally different experience.”

Though young, Qiao Jiaxi’s talent for combat was very high.

With a little thought, he understood.

“Let’s go again!”

Qiao Jiaxi initiated the offense, continuing the competition with the little squirrel.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng watched with enjoyment, even cracking some melon seeds.