The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"This world, has no existence that can threaten me," Ye Feng said indifferently.

His current self, is cultivating the "Hand of Myriad Transformations" Middle Volume, mastering numerous forces of reality.

Though he appears like a mortal, countless laws fortify him, truly rendering him invincible in this world.

"Woof woof woof!"

The Big Yellow Dog barked excitedly, indicating its understanding.

Half an hour later.

Mortal City, in front of the city gate.

Ye Feng looked up at the city tower which was more magnificent than fifty-three years ago, noting several cultivators nearby who could fly with their swords, their strength comparable to the Element Gathering Realm.

"So much change in just a few decades!"

Ye Feng remarked.

The old lady by the roadside overheard and laughed, "Young man, you don't look old at all? Could it be that your elder visited Mortal City decades ago?"

"Something like that," Ye Feng smiled.

Shoo!

At that moment, several Flying Swords crossed the sky. The woman leading them looked down, coincidentally catching Ye Feng looking at the city tower and was startled.

"It's him! How could it be?"

The woman immediately controlled her sword to descend, hovering three feet above the ground in front of the city gate, gazing at Ye Feng.

"Wow!"

"It's actually Su Family's heavenly pride, Su Ling!"

"It's said that Miss Su Ling embarked on the path of cultivation decades ago, and after tens of years she has become a world-renowned Sword Immortal, adored by countless people."

"Why is she here?"

Numerous people gathered around, full of curiosity.

Ye Feng looked at Su Ling with a composed expression.

He naturally recognized this woman.

Fifty-three years ago, when Ye Feng first arrived at the gate of Mortal City, also right here, he was nearly hit by Su Ling who was riding into the city.

If it weren't for Ye Feng's timely dodge, he might have met his end at that moment.

Su Ling observed Ye Feng.

"Fifty-three years ago, I rode into the city and almost hit you. I didn't expect that after so many years, you still look so young, seemingly a great master yourself."

Su Ling initiated the greeting.

"Do you recognize me?" asked Ye Feng.

"Of course." Su Ling nodded slightly, "That time, my horse was startled and nearly caused an accident. I apologize."

"It's fine," Ye Feng waved his hand.

"Fellow Daoist, may I know your name?" Su Ling asked.

"A simple villager, Ye Feng," he replied, "Miss Su, if there's nothing else, please make way. I need to enter the city and find a place to stay."

"It seems that Daoist Ye is preparing to live in seclusion. Just now was my impertinence," Su Ling bowed slightly.

Though unable to sense any aura from Ye Feng, Su Ling did not regard him as an ordinary person.

In this world, no ordinary person can maintain their youthful appearance decades later.

Swoosh!

Su Ling released a flurry of light rain, entering the foreheads of those around, causing them to forget what had just happened. When they regained their senses, Su Ling had already disappeared.

"Giddy up!"

Ye Feng shouted, and immediately the carriage headed towards the city center.

Half a day later.

Ye Feng spent several dozen silvers to purchase a serene, private courtyard on Yuhua Street of Mortal City.

"From now on, I shall live here,"

Ye Feng unloaded tools from the carriage into the courtyard: a hoe, pots and pans, clothes, and some wooden boxes filled with various tools.

...

Real world.

"It's been over half a month now; it seems that Sect Master Uncle has survived the second calamity. I wonder what his condition is now."

"He should still be fine."

Shi Lei, Han Yonghui, and other disciples discussed.

"Sect Master Ye actually survived the second calamity; perhaps, he might endure till the very end," the Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan eagerly awaited Ye Feng's return.

...

Mortal City, Fifty-fifth year.

Ye Feng had been in the city for two years.

These two years, he lived comfortably.

In the first three months, Ye Feng got familiarized with the environment, knowing that Mortal City had expanded greatly towards other plains, stretching over hundreds of miles with a population of millions.

There were also over a thousand cultivators in the city.

Especially the Su Ling, he encountered that day, hailed as a Sword Immortal, not only the strongest in Mortal City but also a significant figure renowned worldwide.

In the following months, many neighbors noticed the reclusive Ye Feng and couldn't help but visit him.

For these neighborly visits, Ye Feng did not reject.

Not long after, he became a rather well-known figure on Yuhua Street; almost half the street's population knew that Ye Feng was a wealthy merchant who did not need to work to earn money.

These days continued for three years.

On this day.

Ye Feng saw that the peach tree planted in the yard had grown large, so he chopped off a branch, dried it, and began to carve with a carving knife, quickly forming an exquisite figure.

However, the wooden figure had no facial features.

"Sigh!"

Ye Feng sighed.

He still did not know what Yu Jie looked like.

"Woof woof woof!"

At this time, Big Yellow Dog returned from playing on the street, followed by a large pack of dogs, all of whom it had taken under its wing in the city.

"Woof!"

Big Yellow Dog barked at its followers who immediately dispersed, each returning to its own home.

Creak!

Entering the small courtyard, Big Yellow Dog immediately stood upright and used its front paws to close the door; it lay down next to Ye Feng, looking at the three-inch-tall wood carving placed on the table.

"Is Master Ye carving Madam Yu Jie?"

Big Yellow Dog's voice was deep.

"Yes," Ye Feng nodded, "unfortunately, I can't quite remember what she looked like."

Big Yellow Dog tried to recall Yu Jie's appearance, but found that the memory of Yu Jie was shrouded in mist, and it too could not remember her exact features.

"How strange!"

Big Yellow Dog patted its own head with its paw, "I am a Great Demon after all; why can't I remember Madam Yu Jie's appearance? Could it be, something is wrong with my brain?"

Ye Feng was startled.

Big Yellow Dog's memory of Yu Jie was blurred as well?

It seemed like the Laws of Reality were at play.

Knock knock knock!

At this moment, someone gently knocked on the courtyard gate; Big Yellow Dog immediately ran over and used its paws to open the door.

An exquisite figure immediately came into view.

"Sword Immortal Su Ling, I didn't expect you to seclude yourself here; it was not easy to find you."

Su Ling stood at the entrance.

She looked at Ye Feng but did not enter.

"Sword Immortal Su Ling, is there something you need?" Ye Feng put down the carving knife and looked at Su Ling, curious about why she had come.

Su Ling stepped into the courtyard and said:

"I've encountered some trouble."

"Eight thousand miles away from Mortal City, there is a Great Demon causing harm; it has already devoured several cities."

"I tried to intervene but was no match."

"A fellow Daoist suggested that if several people join forces, we could ensure that the offending Great Demon is slain."

"I think Master Ye is strong, hence I came to you."

Hearing this, Ye Feng shook his head.

"Sword Immortal Su Ling, you are mistaken; I am just an ordinary person with no cultivation; I am not the strong one you speak of. Perhaps, my body holds some secrets, but I am not powerful."

Ye Feng declined Su Ling.

"You, not strong? Impossible!" Su Ling stepped forward, took hold of Ye Feng's wrist, and sent a stream of divine consciousness circulating through his body, but found nothing.

Ye Feng was just like a mortal.

No opened energy points, no Spiritual Energy, no Cultivation Level.

"I mistakenly consumed a Youth-Retaining Pill, which is why I still maintain the appearance from my younger years," Ye Feng added.

Hearing this, Su Ling let go, disappointment on her face.

"It seems I was mistaken. Master Ye, my apologies for disturbing you today; farewell!" Su Ling sighed helplessly, left the courtyard, and flew away on her sword.

Big Yellow Dog hurriedly went to close the door, then trotted excitedly back to Ye Feng's side.

"Master Ye, you just lied. Although that young girl is strong, I could suppress her with a slap. And you, who can suppress me with a mere thought, how could you be weak?"

Big Yellow Dog said seriously.

"Chatterbox! I'll smack your dog head!" Ye Feng rolled his eyes and slapped Big Yellow Dog on the head.

Silence ensued.

Ye Feng asked Big Yellow, "Su Ling mentioned a Great Demon causing trouble in the south; could it be those little demons from our valley?"

Big Yellow immediately shook its head, saying, "No, the Great Demons from our valley haven't done anything bad."

"Alright then."

Ye Feng nodded, opened a chest and took out a writing brush, ink stick, paper, and inkstone, arranging for Big Yellow Dog to grind the ink, preparing to paint.

In the distant sky.

Su Ling was flying on her sword.

She turned her head back and looked at the small courtyard on Yuhua Street of Mortal City, always feeling that Ye Feng was not ordinary.

"Perhaps I really was mistaken; from now on, the task of demon-slaying can only be handed over to me and those few Daoist friends."

Having said this, Su Ling sped up.