The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 49: Drillmaster of the Black Armored Guard, Gift of Thanks from the Third Elder

Chapter 49: Drillmaster of the Black Armored Guard, Gift of Thanks from the Third Elder

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“The causes for the Chosen One are numerous, and the most controversial theory is that the Heavenly Dao selects the person.”

The Third Elder paused, “But this notion simply doesn’t hold water because the Heavenly Dao is the epitome of impartiality. How could it possibly pick and choose among all living beings?”

The others heard this and nodded in agreement.

The Third Elder continued, “The most plausible explanation is that when a powerful being falls in a certain region, their indomitable spirit lingers in the world, leaving their will for a destined successor to inherit.”

Upon hearing this, the others felt that this theory was more reasonable and credible.

When Ye Feng heard this, he was taken aback.

“This sounds somewhat similar to the strength accumulation of the Dog System. It must be a coincidence, right?” Ye Feng thought to himself.

At that moment, everyone turned their gaze towards Ye Feng.

The Deputy City Lord then said, “Perhaps it’s the unreconciled heroic spirits of those who have fallen in battle over the years in Whitefloat City, whose powers remain in the world and have at last chosen Sect Master Ye.”

After resting a bit, the Third Elder was able to stand and said, “Now, just in time for the Demonslaying Convention, these resolute spirits have chosen Sect Master Ye at this critical juncture. This signifies that Sect Master Ye will play a pivotal role at the Demonslaying Convention.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng felt doubtful.

He was not the Chosen One, thus had no connection with the Demonslaying Convention whatsoever.

But he couldn’t well argue against it, so he just asked, “I heard from Steward Zhou earlier that the Deputy City Lord wanted to meet with me. Is it related to the Demonslaying Convention? And, by the way, what is the Demonslaying Convention?”

“Word has it that Sect Master Ye is a Great Master of Magic in teaching spells, hence I called you here to discuss a potential collaboration.”

The Deputy City Lord took a seat and continued, “As for the Demonslaying Convention, it is a grand festival, counted within the Southern River Basin as a major event that is rare even in a decade.”

Hearing this, Ye Feng’s expression shifted slightly.

The Southern Domain, loosely referred to as the Southern River Basin, is named after the “Southern River,” the lifeline of the Mystique Kingdom, which spans 50,000 li from east to west, and 30,000 li from north to south. The region is vast and abundant with resources.

The fact that the Demonslaying Convention was considered a major event in the Southern Domain implied that it was truly grand.

But now, Ye Feng was more curious about the “collaboration” mentioned by the Deputy City Lord and inquired, “What kind of cooperation is the Deputy City Lord referring to?”

“Have you heard of the Black Armored Guard?” The Deputy City Lord asked with a smile barely concealing a smirk, “I’d like to invite you to be the spell instructing master for the Black Armored Guard, specifically to guide them in spell cultivation.”

Ye Feng was taken aback upon hearing this.

Although he was jokingly called a “Great Master of Magic,” he actually knew only nine spells, and definitely couldn’t teach exclusive spells like “All-Dimensional Spiritual Perception” to outsiders.

The Deputy City Lord kept speaking:

“One hundred lower-rank Spirit Stones a month. In addition, Sect Master Ye can freely browse the First Grade Spells in the City Lord’s Mansion, and you don’t even have to come every day. As long as the Black Armored Guard truly improves, it won’t be a problem if Sect Master Ye shows up just once a month.”

Isn’t this like having a flexible work arrangement with a fixed salary?

This thought popped into Ye Feng’s head.

He was somewhat tempted, not by the one hundred Spirit Stones, but by the chance to browse the First Grade Spells in the City Lord’s Mansion, which contained significant value.

More importantly, after teaching the Black Armored Guard, the Sect’s Prestige Value should increase substantially.

Somewhat interested, Ye Feng asked, “What kind of spells do I need to teach? Is there a specific requirement?”

“Defense, offense, and movement.” The Deputy City Lord replied, “Any of these three types will do.”

“I am willing to teach, but I won’t do it indefinitely. Perhaps I will focus on teaching just once a month,” Ye Feng laid out his personal terms.

“That’s acceptable,” the Deputy City Lord agreed readily. Noticing that dusk was approaching, he added, “It’s getting late. Let’s have a banquet at the City Lord’s Mansion. As for the specifics of instructing the Black Armored Guard, Deputy Commander Zhou will follow up with Sect Master Ye later.”

A moment later, at the dining hall of the City Lord’s Mansion.

Ye Feng, the Deputy City Lord, Steward Zhou, Deputy Commander Zhou, the three elders of Liuyun Sect, Xin Guangxuan, and three other disciples gathered around a table, enjoying the unique delicacies of the City Lord’s Mansion.

“All of these are lower-ranked Demon Soldier Level wild boar and beef, along with some vegetables cultivated with Spiritual Liquid. Is this the living standard of an Element Gathering Realm powerhouse?”

Ye Feng looked at the dishes on the table and really wanted to prepare a similar feast for the disciples of the Misty Sect.

“This time, we owe our lives to Sect Master Ye. Otherwise, I would have been buried in the belly of a snake by now,” said the third elder of Liuyun Sect, raising his cup in gratitude.

Afterward, he placed a small wooden box and a cloud-white token on the table: “This is a lower-grade Consolidating Origin Pill and our sect’s Guest Elder Token, my gifts of appreciation to Sect Master Ye. Additionally, I can grant Sect Master Ye a request, as long as it is within my power to do so.”

“Consolidating Origin Pill!”

Xin Guangxuan, Steward Zhou, Deputy Commander Zhou, and other cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refinement looked on with envy.

“When you’re breaking through to the Element Gathering Realm, the Consolidating Origin Pill is a great aid. A single elixir is worth more than a hundred Spirit Stones!” said Xin Guangxuan.

Ye Feng glanced at the Consolidating Origin Pill and remembered that the reward for the first stage of the Sect Leader’s mission seemed to include ten lower-grade Consolidating Origin Pills—wasn’t that worth thousands of Spirit Stones?

“You’re too kind, Third Elder!”

Although excited inside, Ye Feng still collected the Consolidating Origin Pill and the Guest Elder Token with feigned calmness.

The Third Elder was the Deputy City Lord’s cousin, thus the Deputy City Lord didn’t skimp either, presenting Ye Feng with a bottle containing five middle-grade Cultivation Qi Pills.

For the remainder of the meal, the atmosphere at the table was very harmonious.

As the third elder of Liuyun Sect talked about the Beast Hunting Conference, Ye Feng listened on the side, gathering quite a bit of information.

The so-called Beast Hunting Conference is an event hosted by a Spirit Sea Realm Commandery Prince from the Southern River Basin, happening once every ten years for the main conference and once every three years for the smaller gatherings.

This year coincided with both the smaller and the main conference, making it a particularly grand occasion.

However, the location of the decennial Beast Hunting Conference wasn’t in Whitefloat City but in County King City.

As for the smaller gatherings, they were generally hosted in each One-Star City to select the sects with excellent performance, ultimately recommended by the City Lord to attend the main event in County King City.

This time, the third elder of Liuyun Sect was the host of Whitefloat City’s Beast Hunting Conference.

As for how things would unfold after, it remained a secret, not revealed by the Third Elder at the table.

By the time Ye Feng left the City Lord’s Mansion, it was already night, and Whitefloat City seemed very lively.

Ye Feng walked along the streets.

Originally, Xin Guangxuan was supposed to accompany Ye Feng back to Misty Peak, but to buy some treats for the disciples, Ye Feng went to the street alone, planning to buy some goods before returning to the Misty Sect via flying boat.

On the street.

Ye Feng gazed at the dazzling array of goods, took out two strings of copper coins, and bought over a dozen kinds of delicacies his disciples loved the most—roast lamb legs, lamb spine, spicy strips, among others—then bought a few sets of clothes, before taking a shortcut back to the City Lord’s Mansion.

He had arranged to meet Xin Guangxuan at the gate of the City Lord’s Mansion.

But just as Ye Feng reached a less crowded alley, he felt something off, as if someone were following him, invoking a sense of discomfort.

“Am I being watched?”

Ye Feng inwardly felt uneasy and quickened his pace.

At this time, in a cave hundreds of miles away from Whitefloat City, the Little Wolf General looked at a white bird flapping its wings as it flew in, and his expression showed a hint of surprise.