The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

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Ancestor Lingmiao and Ancestor Jinling both looked at Ye Feng.

His face was pale as death, his eyes devoid of life, his breath gone as if he had fallen.

Their hearts chilled at the sight.

It looked like Ye Feng was done for.

"Sect Master Ye..."

"Alas!"

They couldn't help but heave a sigh.

Despite being a top-tier prodigy who had managed with his half-step Void Break strength to overpower the Ancestral Tree Demon's split soul, when he should have soared, he'd now encountered a great misfortune.

When the others heard the sighs from the two Void Break Realm ancestors, they stiffened on the spot.

Especially the Misty Sect disciples, their faces ashen.

Could it be...

Their Sect Leader was going to leave them?

When Ling Yue heard the sighs, her body trembled.

Suddenly, it felt as if a red-hot iron needle had pierced her heart, the pain intense.

Was this the heartache of losing a loved one?

Her eyes flickered, brimming with tears.

"Sect Leader!"

Misty Sect.

More than a thousand disciples, stewards, and Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts watched the scene on the rock wall, each clenching their fists so hard their fingernails dug into their flesh, unnoticed.

"Roar!"

Brother Flathead was completely enraged.

It entered a berserk state in an instant, resembling Godzilla, its claws slamming the ground and kicking up billowing dust clouds.

Their own Sect Leader had been hurt!

It was truly furious!

It wanted to fight!

To fight until the heavens fell and the earth cracked open!

The Lapis Stone exclusive to the Sect Masters by the Spirit Gathering Tower and Spirit Lake, having absorbed the special light rain from the Star Palace and gained a form of consciousness, though still weak, was also angry.

The entire stone trembled!

It, too, was voicing its injustice for Ye Feng.

"Sect Master..."

The Thousand-Year Ancient Pine shook all over, its lush foliage lifted by the winds, creating a desolate and icy scene.

The face that had grown on its trunk was dark with hatred for the Ancestor of Tree Demons from the Outer Realm.

"It's all because our strength is too weak!"

The Thousand-Year Ancient Pine suddenly spoke in a deep voice.

As soon as its voice went out, it spread throughout the entire Misty Sect.

Disciples and stewards all looked up to see the Ancient Pine at the peak of Misty Peak.

"If only we were strong enough, this battle could have been settled by us alone, why would the Sect Master face such disaster?"

"In the end, it's because we're too weak!"

"Alas!"

The words of the Thousand-Year Ancient Pine struck the hearts of the disciples like countless rushing rivers.

They hung their heads, fists clenched tight.

Some shook all over as if they were crying.

Yes!

In the entire Misty Sect, the truly capable ones were only Ye Feng and Princess Hu Feifei, their two top combatants.

As for the others, none were even Divine Origin Realm.

Without the Sect Master and protectors, any Divine Origin Realm being would be enough to sweep through the Misty Sect.

"I must cultivate harder!"

Jia Yulan bit down hard on her teeth.

Yan Ruyu was crying beside her.

Looking at the light screen on the rock wall, seeing Ye Feng's motionless figure, she mistakenly thought he was at death's door.

"Send me to the Royal Capital, even if I die, I will nurse the Sect Leader back to health!"

Yan Ruyu shouted.

But without anyone in command of the teleportation order, Yan Ruyu was doomed not to reach the Royal Capital's square.

In the crowd.

Wang Xuanping furrowed her brows.

"Struck by the Ancestral Tree Demon's 'mutual destruction' tactic, Ye Feng must be about to die, right?"

She looked around, observing the Misty Sect's people filled with anger, tears, sorrow, and surging fighting spirit, and felt a touch moved.

"I have to admit, Ye Feng's popularity is exceptionally high."

"In the Misty Sect, nearly all the disciples idolize him as a Divine Spirit, without a hint of doubt."

"Perhaps, this is the charm of a Sect Master!"

Wang Xuanping admitted to herself.

Even as she stood opposed to Ye Feng, she couldn't help but admire him.

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Royal Capital Square.

The atmosphere was very heavy.

Nearly half of the crowd believed Ye Feng was done for.

At this moment.

Ye Feng's eyes were wide open, hollow as he stared blankly into the sky like someone at the end of his life.

"What a move, 'suturing life to the Dao, mutual destruction'!"

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Ye Feng's heart was greatly shocked.

He, naturally, had not died.

Just now, when the golden vines pierced through his body, a strange power surged wildly within him.

That instant, Ye Feng discovered that the force within his cultivation was assimilated by the power of the golden vines, resonated, and exploded.

Fortunately, he exited the state of Origin Qi in the nick of time, dividing his cultivation force into five other types of power.

Thenceforth, the crisis was averted.

However, the remaining power was still fierce, severely injuring his flesh, and even the palms of the two great ancestors by his side were pierced through.

"Luckily, I don't have any real cultivation force."

"Had it been someone else, if they only possessed Half-step Void Break level of cultivation, they would have been blown to bits by this force, completely obliterated."

"Hehe!"

"This is the advantage of having no cultivation!"

Ye Feng secretly counted his lucky stars.

"Cough cough cough!"

Suddenly, he began to cough violently.

This was due to the injuries caused by the explosions inside him earlier, turning his complexion pale and dealing him a heavy blow.

Nevertheless, after some rest, he would be fine.

Hearing the coughing, everyone's eyes widened.

It seemed, Ye Feng might be saved!

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"You... are you alright?"

In the silent expanse above the Royal Capital's square, this bout of coughing sounded like a clap of Heavenly Thunder, capturing everyone's attention.

"Judging by this sound, Sect Master Ye seems to have not died?"

Someone said subconsciously.

Others did not take note of this person's rudeness, instead, their gazes were fixated on Ye Feng.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ye Feng continued coughing, and finally, his body moved.

Seeing this, people's eyes almost split with astonishment.

"Sect Master Ye didn't die!"

"Or rather, he has not yet completely perished."

"Oh my, what kind of nonsensical thoughts are we having!"

The crowd smacked their heads, feeling as though their brains had short-circuited, already starting to think all kinds of wild thoughts.

"Sect Master, you... you're not hurt, are you?"

Hu Feifei, Mo Ying, Gong Qingqiu, Li Zilong, Qiao Jiaxi, and others had already arrived next to Ye Feng, hurriedly taking out various elixirs and carefully feeding them to him.

Ling Yue, the Empress of Great Liang Demon Nation, the Third Prince, and others had also come near, faces full of concern.

"I'm not dead yet," Ye Feng said.

He indeed was injured.

But it was not fatal.

His current pallor was not feigned.

He blinked, and immediately his previously vacant eyes deepened, resembling the brilliance of a starry sky.

"That's good to hear!"

The two great ancestors breathed a sigh of relief.

No matter what, since Ye Feng had fought alongside them against the Ancestral Tree Demon's Split Soul, he was now considered a "comrade," a "friend," and one of their own.

They were both very happy that he hadn't died.

"Sect Master, why can't I sense any cultivation aura from you?" Liang Wanfen cried until her eyes were red, pressing her lips together as she handed a healing pill to Ye Feng.

"I have no cultivation..." Ye Feng murmured subconsciously.

As soon as these words were spoken, deathly silence fell over the crowd.

"What?"

"Sect Master Ye lost his cultivation?"

"You're saying that Sect Master Ye's cultivation has been crippled?"

Upon hearing this, the crowd unintentionally misconstrued Ye Feng's words and the misleading information spread quickly, causing a sensation.

Most people believed that even though Ye Feng had preserved his life, his cultivation had been lost, and he was no longer the once-great power that could crush an Ancestral Tree Demon's Split Soul with a single foot.

At these words, Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

Damn it, my cultivation isn't crippled!

I'm just a bit injured, but all my powers are still at their peak, okay?

He was about to clarify.

But just as the words reached his throat, he swallowed them back down.

"Right!"

"If I pretend to have completely lost my cultivation, those secretive forces plotting against our Misty Sect... such as the undercover agents from the Soul-Devouring Clan, will start to act unrestrainedly."

"By that means, I can trace them back from their actions."

"Brilliant!"

Ye Feng thought clearly and quickly came up with a cunning plan.

"Sect Master Ye, is your cultivation truly gone?" the two great ancestors asked with wide eyes, incredulously.

Ye Feng fell silent.

After pondering for a moment, he sighed and said, "Actually, my cultivation can be considered lost, but I still have Heroic Spirit Power to use, at least some power to protect myself."

"However, my current strength is probably less than one ten-thousandth of what it was at my peak stage."

"Alas..."

Ye Feng sighed deeply.

His expression was filled with sorrow, displaying impeccable acting skills.

Upon hearing this, the disciples of Misty Sect felt a lump in their throats as they looked at Ye Feng, unable to hold back a sense of bleakness as if witnessing the fall of a hero.