The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 144: The Temple’s Bronze Bell, Wishes Strengthened

“Who is the Deputy City Lord?”

A young man at the peak of the Ninth Layer of Qi Refinement walked into the hall and asked, his voice clear and gentle, a smile on his face that felt like a breath of spring.

“I am,” the Deputy City Lord replied, looking at the youth. He noticed the embroidery of a flying sword enveloped by clouds on the young man’s sleeve and his expression immediately turned serious, “So, you’re a disciple of the Inner Sect of the Divine Wind Sword Sect. What brings you here?”

“These are four invitations,” the youth said as he produced four golden envelopes and handed them to the Deputy City Lord.

Upon opening one, the Deputy City Lord’s eyes revealed a hint of surprise, “So it’s the Sword Child Inauguration Ceremony of your sect. I will certainly attend.”

“Every High Ranked Sect is entitled to an invitation. I hope the Deputy City Lord can deliver the remaining three invitations to the Feathers Sect, Nishang Palace, and Tyrant Blade Sect,” after saying this, the youth turned and left.

“Fellow Daoist, please wait! There is another High Ranked Sect in Whitefloat City,” the Deputy City Lord called after the young man.

“I will personally deliver the invitation to the Misty Sect. I wouldn’t want to trouble the Deputy City Lord with this,” the youth said, nodding respectfully to the Deputy City Lord before he left the hall and flew directly on his sword toward Misty Peak.

“He’s going there personally?”

“Why is that?”

“Don’t you find it odd how a disciple of Divine Wind Sword Sect knew that Misty Sect has become a High Ranked Sect?”

The Deputy City Lord exchanged a glance with Lu Shanyue, and they started to discuss, but could not come up with an explanation.

“The Divine Wind Sword Sect’s Sword Child Inauguration Ceremony is set for the middle of next month. There’s more than half a month left, and by that time, the Monster Slaying Conference of Whitefloat City will just have concluded. It’s unknown how the various sects are faring,” he said as he put down the invitation.

Lu Shanyue gently stroked his beard and said, “I’ve heard that the Sect Leader of Tyrant Blade Sect personally went out and swept through a region more than a hundred miles west of Whitefloat City, slaying several High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demon Beasts, and is currently ranked first.”

“Too bad, Nishang Palace and Feathers Sect have kept a low profile; no deeds of note have been reported… the same goes for Misty Sect, as far as I know, they only had a small catch in Five-Colors City and the Nanlu Mountain Range,” Lu Shanyue added.

The Deputy City Lord gazed in the direction of Misty Peak and muttered, “What exactly is Sect Master Ye doing? Why hasn’t he sent out his disciples yet?”

At that moment, outside the grand hall.

Xin Guangxuan stood in the corner of the wall, listening to the conversation of the two Element Gathering Realm seniors. His fists clenched and unclenched as he thought to himself:

“Who told you that Sect Master Ye hasn’t made a move? The Demon Generals in Fuyun Gloomy Forest have all been slain by him. Moreover, several dozen High-rank Demon Soldier Level Demon Beasts have already been turned into Spiritual Beast Feed. It’s just that Sect Master Ye is low-profile; otherwise, if he really spoke up, you’d be shocked silly!”

With that thought in mind, Xin Guangxuan coughed once and said with seriousness, “Third Elder, there is something I need to report.”

“Come in!”

At Misty Peak.

The white-robed youth from the Divine Wind Sword Sect arrived here and stood under a pavilion halfway up the mountain. If he moved further forward by a few steps, he would enter the Misty Area.

“The Sword Child has instructed that this formation is no ordinary one; it can even trap someone in the Element Gathering Realm, so I’d better not trespass recklessly,” the youth looked toward the peak shrouded in mist, preparing to shout out loudly.

At that moment, voices were heard coming from the Misty Area.

“Haha, Junior Brother, you’re really something!”

“Oh, it’s nothing. I just mentioned it in passing, and to my surprise, it actually won the Sect Leader’s praise,” replied another voice.

Following the end of the conversation, Shi Lei and Long Tianxing emerged from the Misty Area, each holding a half-meter tall bronze bell.

“And you are?” Shi Lei asked the white-robed youth, curious.

The youth bowed respectfully and said, “A disciple of the Inner Sect of the Divine Wind Sword Sect, Ji Wushuang, sent by the Sword Child to deliver an invitation to Misty Sect’s Sect Master Ye.”

“An invitation? Don’t we already have one?” Shi Lei and Long Tianxing looked at each other and said in unison.

Ji Wushuang looked surprised.

“May I meet Sect Master Ye?” Although he felt puzzled, Ji Wushuang still asked.

Shi Lei nodded and replied, “Of course. Since Fellow Daoist happens to be here, why don’t you have the honor of ringing our Misty Sect’s first bell?”

Having said that, Shi Lei suspended the bronze bell in the center of the pavilion and then placed a stone tablet underneath it.

“Summoning Bell. If you wish to visit, please strike this bell first. Upon hearing the bell, someone will come to guide you,” Ji Wushuang muttered as he read the words on the stone tablet, picking up the bronze hammer laid upon it.

Dong!

The deep bell toll reverberated.

At the peak of the mountain.

Upon hearing the bell, Ye Feng immediately curled his lips and said, “Shi Lei and Tian Xing are really playful, asking them to work, and they end up playing.”

Although he said this, Ye Feng didn’t really mean to blame them.

Before long, three figures ascended to the mountain peak and entered Ye Feng’s line of sight, prompting him to stand up in surprise, focusing his gaze on Ji Wushuang, he thought, “So, there’s a guest visiting, no wonder they sounded the Summoning Bell.”

“I am an Inner Sect Disciple from the Divine Wind Sword Sect, Ji Wushuang. This is the invitation sent by Sword Child, cordially inviting your sect to attend the Sword Child’s Ennoblement Ceremony in the middle of next month.” Ji Wushuang repeated his message like a recorder.

“Can an invitation be sent twice?” Ye Feng muttered, showing the invitation that Elder Yue Mu had delivered.

Ji Wushuang was somewhat surprised but didn’t ask who had sent it and instead saluted with his hands, “Since the invitation has been delivered, I shall take my leave!”

After saying that, he turned around and left.

To prevent Ji Wushuang from being trapped in the Misty Area, Long Tianxing took the initiative to escort him.

A moment later.

Ji Wushuang flew away on his sword to a distant place, looking back at the Misty Peak shrouded in clouds and mist and murmured, “Worthy of a sect valued by Sword Child, indeed much stronger than the common High Ranked Sects, not only guarded by a Demon General Level Mountain Guardian Spirit Beast but also home to a Miniature Spirit Vein. As for the Sect Leader… inscrutable!”

Having said that, Ji Wushuang flew towards other destinations, ensuring that the remaining invitations were delivered on time to the High Ranked Sects in this region.

Atop Misty Peak.

Ye Feng put away the two invitations, instructing the disciples to continue their cultivation or complete the sect’s missions.

“Right, I haven’t yet made my small daily wish… I wish for a silkworm duvet as soft as Xiuxiu’s!”

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Ye Feng found himself holding a duvet in his hands, the touch was not bad, but the workmanship was rather rough.

“After all, at a selling price below one hundred Copper Coins, average quality can be understood, it’s more comfortable to lay it over a reclining chair.”

Having said that, Ye Feng spread the silkworm duvet over a reclining chair and lay down comfortably, looking very content.

“Ding, the quality of the daily small wish will improve with the increase of Prestige Points.” the System prompted.

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow in surprise and mused, “How much has it improved? Or rather, how exactly is it calculated?”

“It’s directly proportional to the Prestige Points, with your current points at fifteen thousand, your daily small wish is equivalent to five hundred Copper Coins,” the System explained.

“Damn! If I had known this, I would have wished for a reclining chair with a cushion.” Ye Feng felt a pang of regret as if he had missed out on a fortune.

The Qingyun Mountain Range.

This is the location of the Qingyun Sect, with beautiful scenery, a land of talent, and a birthplace of prodigies, surrounded by wisps of clouds year-round, like an Immortal Realm.

At the summit of a high mountain, a young man was practicing swordsmanship with diligence.

“Double Wave Sword Technique!”

Suddenly, the young man shouted, slashing his sword forward, releasing two wave-like surges of Sword Qi, splitting a giant boulder ten meters away in two.

“Huff, huff!”

The young man dropped to one knee, supporting himself on his sword, clearly having exhausted himself.

“I’ve finally mastered it!” the young man laughed heartily, and although tired, his face radiated excitement, “I have reached the second level of the ‘Green Cloud Sword Technique,’ and my Cultivation Level is about to break through to the Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement. Huo Yunjie… next time we meet, I will definitely defeat you!”

This person was Xiao Fangu after his defeat.

“Junior Brother Xiao, you’re amazing, mastering the second level of the sword technique so quickly. You truly deserve to be the genius that the Elder has an eye on.” Xi Xinyu approached with a cup of Spiritual Liquid in her hand, her pretty face filled with admiration for Xiao Fangu.

Xiao Fangu sheathed his sword, turning to Xi Xinyu with a smile.

“Senior Sister, what brings you here?”