The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Come in!" Ye Feng said.

"Okay!" The woman pushed open the half-closed door and walked into the courtyard with her child.

"They are all here, feel free to pick any. Ten copper coins for each Peach Talisman." Ye Feng placed a box of Peach Talismans on the table, allowing the mother and child to choose at will.

"Thank you, Boss Ye!" The woman quickly made her selection.

The child by her side glanced at the vacant wicker chair and noticed a wood carving on it. When he reached out to touch it, he found that his hand went straight through the wood carving as if touching air.

"Eh?"

The child tried several times but still couldn't touch the wood carving, rubbing his eyes in surprise and making a sound of astonishment.

"Xiao Feng, stop it!"

The woman hurriedly grabbed the child.

"Mom, I want this thing!" The child pointed at the wood carving on the wicker chair.

"This is a wood carving, not a thing, don't talk nonsense!" The woman quickly pulled the child away.

"This is not a wood carving, it's my wife." Ye Feng said calmly and picked up his carving knife, ready to continue his carving.

The woman immediately laughed and said, "Boss Ye, you really have a sense of humor. How could this wood carving be your wife?"

Ye Feng did not continue to argue.

"Boss Ye, your wife is so pretty! Can you sell her to me?" The child spoke without any filter, saying anything that came to mind.

"Xiao Feng, you're asking for a spanking!" The woman immediately glared and pushed the child down to the ground, pulled down his pants, picked up a bamboo strip, and started spanking him.

"Aiyo!"

The child immediately began to cry.

"Boss Ye, I failed to teach my child properly. I am truly sorry." The woman hurriedly paid the money, picked up the Peach Talismans, and left with her child, fearing that Ye Feng might blame her.

Ye Feng remained calm and composed in the face of this commotion.

He had experienced similar incidents many times before.

...

Time flies.

Ye Feng has been in this world for sixty years now.

On this day, many mountain ranges trembled.

Numerous Spirit Veins appeared, spouting dense Spiritual Energy, and more cultivators began to emerge.

"My God, what's going on?"

Someone shouted in astonishment.

In the center of Mortal City, a dense brilliance erupted, shaking the entire city and attracting Ye Feng's attention.

"She has broken through." Ye Feng said placidly.

That aura was very familiar.

It belonged to Su Ling.

With her exceptional talent, she had broken through another minor realm, and with her current strength, she could defeat the Single-Horned Giant Python on her own.

"Spiritual Energy eruption?"

Ye Feng could feel the surrounding Spiritual Energy becoming denser.

Nature's spiritual energy now better suited cultivation.

But, it had nothing to do with him.

He picked up a strip of bamboo and started carving with his knife, perfectly executing his learning, infusing tremendous power into it, and through this process practicing the "Hand of Myriad Transformations".

Three months later.

Su Ling came again, not alone this time.

With her were several cultivators, all of notable strength, on par with newly advanced cultivators in the Spirit Sea Realm.

"Senior Ye, I've come again."

Su Ling's address for Ye Feng had changed, her face showing the respect a junior has when they meet an elder. "These friends of mine are powerful cultivators of the fourth realm."

The fourth realm?

Ye Feng looked up.

In the Shenzhou Continent, cultivation is divided into realms such as Gazing Breath, Qi Refinement, Element Gathering, Spirit Sea, Divine Origin, and Void Break.

In this world, the cultivation realms didn't have clear names at first and were distinguished by the First Realm, Second Realm, and so forth.

The fourth realm here corresponded to the Spirit Sea.

But that was it.

Even all of them together could not beat Big Yellow.

"Are you here to buy something?" Ye Feng asked.

"Your paintings are very useful. I brought these friends here to buy them; price is not an issue." Su Ling took out a bag of Spirit Stones and placed it on the table, filled with many Spirit Stones.

"Pick whatever you like!" Ye Feng gestured with his hand.

Su Ling was delighted, looked at her fellow cultivators, and said, "Each person can only choose one painting; pick carefully, it can significantly enhance your strength."

"Mhm."

The cultivators immediately began to select throughout the courtyard.

"This painting is good!"

A young man in a white robe laid eyes on a painting named "Lone Boat on the River", feeling it to contain beneficial insights for himself.

"This one is good."

"I have made my choice too."

Two cultivators chose the scrolls named "Emerald Bird" and "Lone Rider Travels the World", happily accepting them.

The only one was a woman in a red dress with phoenix eyes, who looked at the paintings around her with disdain, feeling that they were all too ordinary, so she did not choose any.

"Zhao Yan, why don't you pick one?"

Su Ling looked at the woman in the red dress, curious.

Ye Feng's paintings were of supreme grade, each containing a different artistic conception. Had Ye Feng not said that a person could only pick one painting, she would have bought them all.

"Oh, there's nothing suitable," Zhao Yan shook her head.

"Alright then!" Su Ling could only helplessly accept.

Half a quarter hour later.

"Senior Ye, thank you for your hospitality today, I shall take my leave!"

Su Ling bowed to Ye Feng and left the private courtyard with Zhao Yan and the others.

Ye Feng did not pack up the Spirit Stones on the table but continued carving, immersed in his own world.

Half a day later.

Someone pushed open the courtyard door and entered; it was Zhao Yan, who Su Ling had brought today.

"Nothing but a charlatan! Although I do not know how you deceived Su Ling and the other fellow daoists, you cannot deceive me, these things are nothing but mundane trash!"

Zhao Yan stood in front of Ye Feng and sneered.

She possessed Divine Sense, looked left and right, but still could not see anything special about Ye Feng or the surrounding calligraphy and handicrafts, feeling that Ye Feng was all show and no substance.

"Those with no affinity naturally cannot comprehend."

Ye Feng simply said.

"The typical words of a swindler, how laughable!" Zhao Yan stood in front of the table, picked up the bag of Spirit Stones, and upon seeing the wood carving sitting on an empty wicker chair, a cold light flashed in her eyes.

"Even the facial features are not carved out, so poor!"

Zhao Yan reached out her hand to pick up Yu Jie's wooden carving, but as her hand touched the carving, she suddenly felt a piercing pain as if pricked by needles.

This pain went straight to the soul!

Thump thump thump!

Zhao Yan kept backing away, looking at her hand full of needle marks, she couldn't help screaming.

Thud!

She fell to the ground on her bottom, took out a bronze mirror, and saw her appearance rapidly aging, quickly changing from a woman of stunning beauty to an old lady with white hair.

Even her teeth began to fall out.

"No!"

Zhao Yan immediately knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"Senior Ye, it was my blind arrogance, my failure to recognize a great one. Please spare me!"

Even if Zhao Yan was foolish, she knew the terror of Ye Feng.

The ability to make her age instantly was beyond her understanding, it was probably enough to suppress the entire world at will.

"You touched something you should not have touched."

Ye Feng said indifferently.

This was his first anger since he started living incognito in the secular world.

Boom!

Zhao Yan's body cracked open, bursting into ashes, falling to the ground, to be swept into the heap of garbage by an old monk from outside the courtyard.

No one knew that a fourth Realm powerhouse had just casually died in Ye Feng's courtyard.

In the days that followed, everything was as usual.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten about the existence of Zhao Yan, no one was looking for her, no one missed her, and no one suspected Ye Feng.

This world was as if Zhao Yan had never existed.

Another ten years passed.

A new surge of spiritual energy erupted.

The world's spiritual energy became even more concentrated, and more fourth Realm powerhouse cultivators emerged, some even attempted to break through to the legendary fifth Realm, but all ended in failure.

In the future, every ten years, there would be a spiritual energy surge, driving the rapid development of the entire Cultivation World.

Ye Feng did not concern himself with external affairs and continued his transformation into the ordinary.

Su Ling's visits gradually decreased.

Initially, she came every few months, but later, it became once every few years.

Ye Feng did not mind this.

As the world became more suitable for cultivation, more and more Great Demons appeared, wreaking havoc everywhere.

As a Sword Immortal, Su Ling naturally had to eliminate demons.

Sometimes, she couldn't return to Mortal City for several years, and the frequency of meeting her family decreased.

"Master Ye, it seems I am stuck."

Big Yellow Dog grew more and more burly, like a Dog Emperor, followed by countless earth dogs, and built an empire composed of countless dogs.

However, Big Yellow's strength could no longer increase.

"It's the laws of this world that limit you, but I have a solution, just wait!"

Ye Feng said.

Big Yellow was stuck at the peak of the fourth Realm, unable to enter the fifth Realm, and so was Su Ling.

The entire world's people were all restricted.

Except Ye Feng.

Time quickly arrived at the ninety-ninth year.