The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 783 - : The Saints Are Astonished, Turned Away at the Door, Liufeng Greatly Surprised
Chapter 783: Chapter 783: The Saints Are Astonished, Turned Away at the Door, Liufeng Greatly Surprised
“Holy Master, are you all right?”
The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City anxiously dug Yin Rurong out from deep underground and placed her on a Lapis Stone by the Flowing Water River.
Yin Rurong lay on the stone.
Her eyes were empty, staring blankly up at the sky.
No wonder Misty Sect had risen so swiftly.
It turned out to be because this Sect had a Saint!
“Ye Feng, you’ve hidden deep indeed!”
Yin Rurong angrily slapped the ground, shattering the Lapis Stone beneath her into fine powder; she landed on the ground, her face full of rage.
Her aura surged.
She became radiant again; a faint mist surrounded her body, obscuring her true face from view.
“Ye Feng?”
“What does this have to do with Ye Feng?”
The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City was puzzled.
“You go back first!” Yin Rurong said abruptly, and then she cast a cold glance at the City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City.
“Uh, alright.”
The City Lord of Tianmiao Holy City dared not disobey.
After he left, Yin Rurong looked towards the imposing Misty Peak, now disappearing into the clouds, clenched her teeth, and walked toward it.
…
Because of the battle that had just taken place, the whole of Shenzhou was astir.
Everyone was speculating about the origins of the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and the Star River Quasi-Saint, as well as whether they were friend or foe, leaving people anxious and unsettled.
“That was a Saint Dragon!”
“So, in our Shenzhou, there was a hidden Saint Realm all along! I had thought there were none left!”
“Nonsense!”
“Inside every Holy Land, there definitely are Saints.”
The crowd broke into a prolonged discussion.
…
Jiaoyang Realm.
“It is the Unity Realm Stage!”
“But what’s even more shocking is that this True Dragon is not from another world’s Unity Realm Stage, but ours in Shenzhou.”
“How could this be possible?”
The avatar of Jiaoyang Ancient Saint was puzzled to no end.
…
Cangqing Forbidden Zone.
“The Unity Realm Stage of our Shenzhou… interesting!”
The avatar of the Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone furrowed her brows slightly.
She had watched the whole of today’s battle.
With just one glance, she recognized the cultivation system of the Ancient Sacred True Dragon and knew he was of the Unity Realm Stage because there was an aura of the Heavenly Dao emanating from him, yet it was much weaker than the Heavenly Dao of Shenzhou.
However, the Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone was equally baffled.
How could a Unity Realm Stage belong to Shenzhou?
Plus, the strength of the Ancient Sacred True Dragon wasn’t much different from the average Saint Entry Realm, and was much stronger than the legendary Unity Realm Stage.
What was more important.
The Ancient Sacred True Dragon actually had a Sacred Body!
“Strange indeed.”
“One in the Unity Realm Stage should only have a Divine Soul state left, how could there be a physical entity, and moreover a Sacred Body?”
The Lord of the Cangqing Forbidden Zone couldn’t work it out.
All the Holy Lands.
All the Saint Realm Avatars were engulfed in shock.
…
At the foot of Misty Peak.
Yin Rurong arrived at this place, glanced at the Summoning Bell beside her, couldn’t be bothered to ring it, and went straight up toward the summit.
Clang!
A dazzling sword light descended from the peak above; Yin Rurong, who intended to step onto the first stair, immediately halted, retreating several steps backward.
Rip!
The next moment, a sword light slashed through the spot she had just been, fierce, domineering, and without the slightest shred of mercy.
“Impudent person, halt!”
An elderly voice rang out from the side.
Yin Rurong followed the sound and saw Liufeng with his arms crossed, his Iron Sword on his back, leaning against the stone pillar beside the Summoning Bell.
“Liufeng!”
Yin Rurong looked at him, displeased.
If it had been before, had Liufeng dared to stop her, she would not have been polite, but ever since the Sacred Arms Short Flute had been taken and she had sustained a spiritual injury, Yin Rurong’s strength had dropped to ninety percent of what it was at her Peak Stage.
She was no match for Liu Feng.
“Our Misty Sect does not welcome the impolite,” Liu Feng spoke, pointing to the Summoning Bell beside him, “All visitors must ring the bell before ascending the peak.”
“Why should this Holy Master abide by your rules?”
“If you do not comply, then leave!”
Liu Feng drew his Iron Sword.
His aura soared to such heights that even Yin Rurong felt compelled to grit her teeth in apprehension.
She was filled with hatred.
First, her Sacred Arms Short Flute was snatched away today, and then, with her strength declined due to the lack of Sacred Arms to suppress her Dao injury, she was now being turned away by Ye Feng’s Protector Liu Feng.
It was an unprecedented humiliation!
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She stood in place, her face darkening with fury.
Without ascending the peak, she couldn’t meet Ye Feng.
Without Ye Feng’s help, she couldn’t recover the Sacred Arms Short Flute.
Suppressing her own Dao injury was a minor issue; the bigger problem would be facing the scolding of the saints from the Holy Land once she returned.
After a short while.
Yin Rurong’s mentality shattered.
She walked up to the Summoning Bell, picked up the hammer, and forcefully struck it three times before throwing the hammer aside.
“Haha, we have a guest, just a moment, please!”
From atop the mountain, Fox Da Hong’s voice rang out.
After a lengthy wait.
Yin Rurong saw a girl in red bounce up the stairs towards her, one hand still holding a fragrant duck leg.
“The Demon Emperor from the Red Fox Clan.”
Yin Rurong recognized the girl’s background.
“Whom are you looking for?”
Fox Da Hong looked at Yin Rurong, blinked her eyes sweetly, her voice tinged with a hint of maturity.
“I want to see Ye Feng.”
“The Sect Leader is in seclusion, not receiving visitors.”
“He’s standing at the peak watching this place, and you’re telling me he’s in seclusion?”
Yin Rurong trembled with rage.
She stretched out her hand, pointing to the top of Misty Peak, clearly seeing a tall figure standing on the cliff, overlooking the area below, who else could it be but Ye Feng?
“That’s what the Sect Leader told me!”
Fox Da Hong said earnestly, “Just now, the Sect Leader told me that if anyone came looking for him, I should say he’s in seclusion.”
“Nonsense!” Yin Rurong ground her teeth in fury.
Turning to look at the top of Misty Peak once more, after locking eyes with Ye Feng’s indifferent gaze for a moment, Yin Rurong remembered the image of Ye Feng slaying members of the Starry Sky Mighty Races with a single strand of hair and couldn’t help trembling all over.
“This is not a place to linger!”
Yin Rurong tore through the void and disappeared.
“Little Fox, your presence is no longer required here,” Liu Feng said to Fox Da Hong, as his figure slowly faded.
“Alrighty!” Fox Da Hong finished her duck leg and bounced back up to the peak.
…
In front of the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.
Liu Feng sat opposite Ye Feng, the two of them enjoying tea together.
“Sect Leader, have you truly achieved the Physical Body Saint Path?” Liu Feng asked, his eyes full of shock.
“Yes,” Ye Feng nodded.
Upon hearing this, Liu Feng was profoundly shaken.
“I almost forgot to mention, prepare well for the tribulation in these upcoming years; who knows, you may also be able to cross the Saint Ascension Tribulation.” Ye Feng threw out a comment abruptly.
“Huh?”
Liu Feng was momentarily stunned, then his pupils dilated as he grasped the implication, trembling with excitement. But when he lifted his head, intending to ask more, he found that Ye Feng had already left.
On the tea table.
The teacups were still steaming.
“The Sect Leader really is a miraculous person.”
Liu Feng murmured, staying on the peak to work on mastering swifter, stronger sword techniques.
…
Tianmiao Holy Land.
This place, just like the Jiaoyang Realm, was an independent world created by the Saint Realm.
“Miaoyin Ancient Saint, this is all my fault, leading to the loss of your Sacred Arms to evil doers, please punish me severely,” Yin Rurong said, kneeling on the ground, head bowed.
Before her stood a hazy figure, slender and graceful, with a delicate waist and a figure to match, pinching a flower in her jade hand, emitting a strange fragrance that made one’s body relax.
“I will remember this grudge!” the Saint Realm Avatar of Miaoyin Ancient Saint spoke in a cold voice, and then, with a “snap,” crushed the flower in her hand.
