The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Eight thousand li away from Mortal City, in the Southern Part.

Su Ling, wielding a sword single-handedly, and three other powerful cultivators surrounded a Single-Horned Giant Python with a horn on its head.

The battle was earth-shattering!

The clash extended from the plains to the deep mountains, from the deep mountains to the great sea, and from the sea to the high skies.

This battle lasted for half a month.

Many cultivators went either to participate or to watch and broadcast the process of the fight to the whole world.

Finally!

Su Ling and the four renowned cultivators successfully slayed the nefarious Great Demon, the Single-Horned Giant Python, severed its horn, and auctioned it publicly, gaining immense benefits and fame.

Mortal City.

The news of Su Ling defeating the Great Demon, Single-Horned Giant Python, spread throughout the city, and Ye Feng's neighbors were all talking about it.

"Not bad in strength."

Ye Feng complimented.

In this world, any being referred to as a Great Demon already had the strength comparable to the Spirit Sea Realm in the realm of reality.

For Su Ling to have cultivated to this level in just a few decades, she truly was a rare gem of heaven.

But, compared to Big Yellow, she still fell short.

After all, Big Yellow was almost akin to a Demon Emperor!

That day.

Ye Feng was painting.

The walls of the courtyard were adorned with paintings, featuring landscapes as well as figures, animals, insects, and fish.

However, their eyes were not drawn.

"Master Ye, why don't you draw the eyes?"

Big Yellow Dog, basking in the Sun on the stone steps, couldn't help but ask upon seeing Ye Feng's paintings.

"If I draw the eyes, they will come to life."

Ye Feng said.

For him now, doing anything was a form of cultivation and also consumed the Power of Reality.

Even the casual paintings he drew contained tremendous power, enough to cause bloodshed and turmoil in this world.

"They can come to life? That's magical?"

Big Yellow Dog's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You don't believe?" Ye Feng smiled.

"I'm a bit skeptical." Big Yellow nodded its head.

Ye Feng remained silent, picked up a Brush, and drew an old monk holding a broom on a piece of paper, lifelike, and then lightly dotted the eyes with the brush.

The next moment.

The old monk stepped out of the painting, broom in hand, and started sweeping leaves in Ye Feng's courtyard.

"Old monk, are you very strong?"

Seeing the person who walked out of the painting, Big Yellow Dog went up to him, looking left and right but not sensing much strength, extended its paw to probe.

Snap!

With a sweep of the broom, the old monk sent Big Yellow Dog flying, not knowing which mountain corner it fell into.

After a long while.

Big Yellow Dog entered, soaking wet, opened the courtyard door, came in, and shook the water droplets off its body, eyes wide.

"Master Ye, you are really strong!"

Big Yellow Dog eagerly walked up to Ye Feng, paws resting on the edge of the table, "So, can you draw a gentle female dog for me... oh no, I want a hundred!"

"Go away!" Ye Feng kicked it flying.

The atmosphere of the courtyard remained joyful.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Feng had been in this world for fifty-eight years, painting and writing every day, and selling his artworks to make quite a lot of money.

Even though Ye Feng's characters and animals had no eyes, they still looked lifelike and were revered as a master of calligraphy and painting.

His artworks were priceless!

Thus, Ye Feng became a renowned master of calligraphy and painting, with people occasionally visiting him.

That day.

Su Ling came again.

She had switched to a new sword, forged from the horn of the Single-Horned Giant Python, a powerful Spiritual Treasure that nearly doubled her strength.

"I'm here to buy a painting."

As soon as she entered, Su Ling placed a bag of Spirit Stones on the table, which made a heavy sound, clearly very heavy.

"Wow, all Spirit Stones!"

Big Yellow Dog lay on the table, using its paw to open the bag, picked up a shimmering Spirit Stone, eyes sparkling with excitement, involuntarily speaking in human language.

The next moment.

Ye Feng picked up a bamboo stick, ready to strike the dog's head.

"Woof woof woof!"

Big Yellow Dog immediately lay on the ground, wagging its tail continuously, pretending to be an ordinary dog.

"Puchi!"

Su Ling was first stunned, then she laughed, lowered her head and gently stroked Big Yellow's head, "So, you are a talking dog demon!"

Big Yellow Dog's aura was not strong.

Even though Su Ling was a renowned favored daughter of the heavens with strong spiritual perception, she could not discern Big Yellow's depth and simply considered it a normal newly spirit-awakened dog demon, completely unaware of Big Yellow's true strength.

"I am not a cultivator, Spirit Stones are useless to me."

Ye Feng spoke thus.

Big Yellow Dog immediately stood up, pressed its paw on the Spirit Stone bag, and spoke, "Master Ye, if you don't need Spirit Stones, you can use them to feed dogs! Woof woof!"

After speaking, it immediately started running in circles on the ground.

Hearing this, Su Ling laughed even more.

She found this Big Yellow Dog extremely amusing. As just a normal dog demon that had just awakened its spirit, it was so bold as to want to directly swallow Spirit Stones without fearing being overfed to death!

Ye Feng saw Big Yellow trying to eat Spirit Stones, and immediately rolled his eyes, saying, "Well, just pick any painting."

"Thank you, Daoist Ye Feng."

Su Ling immediately walked around the yard, picked up a painting titled "Sword Rain Flying," "I've made my choice."

"Good taste," Ye Feng said.

This painting was meticulously crafted by him.

It contained three thousand swords, each with its own form. Ordinary people would not notice anything, but if a sword practitioner were to contemplate it, they could perceive a unique Sword Intent.

Even possibly, they could comprehend the Divine Skills of Sword Dao, the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique."

"Of all the scrolls, this one is my favorite."

Su Ling looked at the scroll, unable to let go.

After a while, she left.

At the end of Yuhua Street.

Su Ling sat alone under a big tree, looking at the painting, the more she looked, the deeper she fell, and she soon had a realization.

"Sword Intent, rise!"

She stretched out her hand towards the sky.

Slash!

An invisible Sword Intent soared into the sky, cutting off a branch which then fell and quickly withered.

"What a powerful painting!"

Su Ling put away the painting, looked towards the gate of a small independent courtyard nearby, and lightly pursed her lips, "I will come to find you again, Senior Ye!"

Saying this, Su Ling left on her sword.

In the courtyard.

Ye Feng was practicing calligraphy.

Big Yellow Dog, carrying a bag full of Spirit Stones, walked towards the west wing room, opened the door, and immediately a beam of light emerged.

If Su Ling were here, she would be shocked.

Because the room was filled with Spirit Stones!

And all of these were simply Big Yellow's dog food.

"You can't even finish your dog food, and still you're greedy!" Ye Feng casually teased, causing Big Yellow to smile.

"Master Ye, I'm just securing our home! One day when you want Spirit Stones, just open the door and take them!"

Saying so, Big Yellow Dog ran out to play again.

As a hidden Great Demon, Big Yellow had a keen sense of smell and discovered countless Spirit Stone mines. Naturally, the Spirit Stones in the west wing room were all dug out by its own dynasty of earth dogs.

"Woof woof woof!"

The sound of Big Yellow barking resonated down Yuhua Street.

Moments later, thousands of earth dogs dashed out of various households, following Big Yellow as they left Mortal City.

"Really can't deal with him!"

Ye Feng shook his head slightly.

He finished writing and sat in a wicker chair, glancing at the empty wicker chair beside him, where there was a wooden carving.

"Yu Jie..."

Ye Feng sighed softly.

He took out a carving knife and bamboo strip, carved some patterns on it, then traced them with cinnabar ink to make a talisman.

For ordinary people, this is an amulet.

For cultivators, this is also an amulet.

This isn't nonsense, but the truth.

The talismans produced by Ye Feng seem ordinary but contain strong power, protecting both cultivators and ordinary people, shielding them from disasters.

Their significance, naturally, is extraordinary.

"Lady Ye, I'm here to buy a Peach Talisman."

At that moment, a woman with a child stood outside the yard, gently knocking on the gate.