The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 310: 310 The Terrified Desert King

Chapter 310: Chapter 310 The Terrified Desert King
 

Under the night sky.

The Spirit Snake Flying Boat was swiftly soaring through the air.

Traveling north from Beiliang City all the way to Misty Peak, the journey spanned a total of fifty thousand li, which was precisely the distance that can be covered in one day and one night.

“Sect Leader, how long will it take before we arrive at the Sect?”

Xu Dalei, who stood at the forefront, respectfully inquired.

“This trip covers fifty thousand li, so we should arrive at the same time tomorrow,” Ye Feng answered.

He turned back and looked over the second-generation disciples.

Xu Dalei had thick eyebrows and large eyes, giving him the appearance of being honest and simple, but the bright light twinkling in his eyes clearly showed he was clever; he only looked like an honest person.

Standing beside Xu Dalei was a girl dressed in a white skirt, known as Mu Sisi, the second disciple among the second-generation disciples.

Further back were the other thirty-three second-generation disciples, with an almost equal ratio of male to female students, roughly one to one.

“Among the second-generation disciples, the one with the highest cultivation level is Mu Sisi, who possesses upper-grade spiritual roots. Xu Dalei doesn’t look like much, but he has middle-grade spiritual roots.”

“Most of the other second-generation disciples have lower-grade spiritual roots, one-third have middle-grade spiritual roots, and the overall level is quite satisfactory.”

“The one with the highest cultivation level is Mu Sisi, who is at the fifth layer of Qi Refinement; Xu Dalei is next, at the fourth layer of Qi Refinement.”

Ye Feng was assessing the foundation of these group of disciples.

The second-generation disciples felt quite restrained under Ye Feng’s gaze.

Although in Beiliang City, some disciples were from noble families with strong backing, and their clan’s ancestors possessed the strength of the mid to high levels of the Element Gathering Realm, enough to stand on equal terms with a One-star Sect.

Yet, in the presence of the unfathomable Ye Feng, they all appeared very nervous and did not dare to show the slightest pride.

“All of you are quite good. Although your cultivation levels are not high, once you enter the Misty Sect, you will definitely experience a surge in your cultivation.”

Ye Feng said to the second-generation disciples.

At that moment, Mu Sisi gathered her courage and asked, “May I ask the Sect Leader about the overall situation within our Sect? We are all very curious about our senior brothers and sisters.”

The other second-generation disciples all lifted their heads, full of a desire to know.

Ye Feng, with his hands clasped behind his back, looked up at the bright moon above, his clothes and hair moving without any wind, as if he were an unparalleled expert from ages past.

In a deep voice, he said,

“The Misty Sect possesses Misty Peak and Feilai Peak, located fifteen li east of Whitefloat City of One-Star Rank, nestled amidst beautiful mountains and rivers, a truly inspiring place…”

Ye Feng chose to speak only of the key points.

Such as matters related to the Spirit Veins, Elders, and Spiritual Beasts.

Upon hearing his words, the second-generation disciples’ eyes were filled with amazement.

“Our Sect actually has a Minor Spirit Vein!”

“It turns out we have an Elder named Gong Qingqiu, who is also the City Lord of Whitefloat City.”

“It turns out there are only sixteen first-generation disciples.”

“But already two senior brothers and sisters have advanced to the Element Gathering Realm, truly models for our learning.”

The disciples began chattering amongst themselves.

Once the second-generation disciples had obtained a basic understanding of the Sect, Ye Feng looked ahead and continued to lead everyone on their journey.

In the blink of an eye, it was the latter half of the night.

By now they were nearing the center of the Barren Desert.

Boom!

The distant sand suddenly exploded.

A gigantic being, a hundred zhang tall and wielding a massive axe, burst out from beneath the sand and blocked their path, its terrifying aura enveloping the surroundings. A sandstorm whirled within a hundred li, shaking the very heavens and earth, inducing a palpable sense of doomsday dread.

“It’s the Desert King!”

Upon seeing this giant, the second-generation disciples felt their hearts leap to their throats.

Although they had never seen the Desert King with their own eyes, every cultivator from Beiliang City had seen portraits of the five great demon kings of the Barren Desert and remembered them vividly.

Now, faced with the Desert King blocking their way, the color drained from the disciples’ faces.

“Poison Scorpion King, Mad Python King, you still dare to return… What, it’s you!”

The Desert King let out an angry roar, but his voice abruptly ceased halfway through his sentence.

It was because he had realized that the Poison Scorpion King and the Mad Python King had already fallen!

And standing at the forefront of the relatively inconspicuous Spirit Snake Flying Boat were two figures that sent shivers down his spine.

“I was just passing by!”

The Desert King glanced apprehensively at Princess Hu and swiftly dove back into the sand, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

“The… The Desert King fled!”

All the second-generation disciples wore expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Then, watching Ye Feng and Princess Hu who remained calm at the bow of the boat, they instantly felt as if the two were as towering and majestic as mountains, everlasting and unyielding.

“So, it turns out the Desert King was afraid of our Sect Leader!”

The disciples abruptly came to a realization, exclaiming in shock.

At the bow of the ship.

Ye Feng swallowed hard.

“Holy shit, we actually encountered the Desert King. Luckily he didn’t attack just now, otherwise we’d all be done for!”

Ye Feng felt very fortunate.

For now, Hu Feifei was still in a state of slumber, unable to take action.

Initially, Ye Feng thought this journey was just about traveling, and with the Spirit Snake Flying Boat’s speed being so fast, logically speaking the chances of encountering the Desert King were one in ten thousand.

But against all odds, he had the misfortune of running into him.

Fortunately, in their last battle, the Desert King had been scared off by Hu Feifei. Adding the corpses of the Poison Scorpion King and the Mad Python King, he was instantly petrified and made a swift getaway.

Otherwise, the outcome would have been quite different.

“However, I have the Spatial Compass, so escaping wouldn’t have been a problem.” Ye Feng raised his hand, revealing a white compass in his palm.

…

A thousand miles away.

The Desert King hid deep underground, shivering.

“Those two ruthless people actually killed the Poison Scorpion King and the Mad Python King, and along with the fallen Barren King Shalibeta, three out of the five Great Demons have perished. How marvelous!”

Instead, the Desert King became excited.

From now on, the entire Barren Desert was his.

As for the last one, the Camel King, he didn’t take him seriously.

A day passed.

Ye Feng finally entered the territory of the Southern River Basin of the Mystique Kingdom.

Everywhere the ship passed, mortals and cultivators alike in the cities below, upon seeing the enormous and terrifying corpses of the Poison Scorpion King and the Mad Python King, were all struck with horror, staggering in their steps.

And some even collapsed weakly on the ground.

“What’s going on there?”

“They’re so huge, they must be at least Demon Generals, right?”

“Nonsense, what Demon General could grow so large? Look at those fierce appearances, the terrifying pincers, and that mountain-like stature; these are definitely Demon Kings!”

“My God, who could kill two Demon Kings at once?”

As Ye Feng and his group entered the Southern River Basin, the two colossal Demon King corpses immediately caused a sensation.

Especially as they got closer, the terrifying pressure emanating from the corpses of the Demon Kings made the surrounding cultivators’ hearts race, feeling an overwhelming pressure that nearly caused them to fall from the sky.

Word quickly spread.

However, by the time others arrived, Ye Feng and his group had already left, heading towards Whitefloat City.

“I recognize the two people at the bow.”

“One is Misty Sect’s Sect Master Ye Feng, and the other with pink hair is Hu Feifei, who once blew up the One-horned Demon!”

“So it’s them!”

“No wonder they could slay two Demon Kings!”

Someone recognized Ye Feng and Hu Feifei, and was immediately astounded.

This piece of news spread wildly and once again caused a sensation.

The sun set in the west.

Ye Feng finally arrived at Misty Peak.

Looking at Hu Feifei, who was still sleeping by his side, he was somewhat surprised.

According to the System’s alert, Hu Feifei should have awakened today.

But until now, Hu Feifei was still asleep, her aura barely perceptible, and it was unclear what exactly had happened.

“Is this the Sect?”

The second-generation disciples all held onto the railings of the Spirit Snake Flying Boat, gazing down at the two mountain peaks shrouded in light mists below and the splendid, colorful Spiritual Spring, all of which appeared quite mystical.

“Eh, what’s that?”

At Misty Peak and Feilai Peak, Gong Qingqiu and the others also spotted the two giant Demon King corpses flying in from the south and thought a Demon King had come for them, their expressions filled with shock.

“It’s the Sect Leader and Princess Protector!”

The eagle-eyed Long Tianxing was the first to spot Ye Feng at the bow of the ship. He was overjoyed and quickly flew towards them on his Qingfeng Sword.

Swish!

The rest of the disciples also mounted their Flying Swords, heading over, astonished not only by the enormous corpses of the Poison Scorpion King and the Mad Python King but also by the sight of the second-generation disciples on the Spirit Snake Flying Boat.

At that moment, first-generation disciples made eye contact with the second-generation disciples from afar.

A special emotion began to slowly emerge.