The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"So, it's really possible to try developing Imperial Dynasty Fate to cultivate a batch of disciples endowed with Luck Empowerment."

Ye Feng thought to himself.

As they walked on, the group engaged in conversation.

Ye Feng's curiosity grew about the Imperial Dynasty Fate mentioned by Wen Xue, and he prepared to find an opportunity to study it.

Half an hour later.

The group arrived in the Eastern Region of Dongzhou.

As soon as they entered the area, Ye Feng felt an incredibly dense wave of nature's spiritual energy hit him, followed immediately by numerous piercing Sword Intents.

Clang!

The sound of sword song constantly rose up.

Following the sound, they saw a large group of Sword Dao cultivators flying on their swords, each with their hands clasped behind their backs, wearing flowing white garments, possessing a sort of charm reminiscent of Sword Immortals.

"I feel as though I have entered a kingdom of Sword Immortals!"

Ye Feng exclaimed.

"Boundless Holy Sect is truly powerful; countless cultivators eagerly follow in its footsteps, practicing the Sword Dao. Therefore, our Dongzhou is also known as the Sword Dao Holy Land, where every cultivator wields a sword," Chu Tianhe explained.

Clang!

The Cicada Wing Flying Sword suddenly flew forth.

Chu Tianhe stood on it and added, "In our Dongzhou, you're nothing without a Flying Sword. You'd have no face to show."

Clang! Clang!

Wen Xue and Wen Yue also took out their Flying Swords. Although they were only Saint Entry Level Sacred Arms, as they stood on them, their garments fluttered upwards, making them look like true Immortal Fairies.

Attracting many backward glances.

"What about us? We don't have Flying Swords," Hu Feifei lamented as she looked at the Hunyuan Staff in her hand and fell into thought.

"Who says we don't have Flying Swords?"

Ye Feng hummed lightly as he took out three Four Star Transcendent Spirit Treasure level Flying Swords from his Storage Space, stepping onto one of them and handing the other two to Hu Feifei and the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey.

"Our Misty Sect might lack many things, but Spiritual Treasures are not one of them."

Ye Feng said with pride.

During his last return to the sect, in order to upgrade the Refining Furnace to craft at the Sacred Arms level, he had the Refining Furnace relentlessly produce treasures, crafting ten pieces of Four Star Transcendent Spirit Treasures alone.

Mostly, they were Flying Swords.

"Such high quality!"

"The design is also quite nice."

"These three Flying Swords are definitely from the hands of a peerless master forger, on par with the ordinary Saint Entry Level Sacred Arms."

Looking at the three Flying Swords Ye Feng had brought out, Chu Tianhe, Wen Xue, and Wen Yue could tell they were of high quality, and felt envious.

"Hey, this is really fun!"

At that moment, the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey had already refined the Flying Sword Ye Feng gave him and was standing on it, with hands clasped behind his back and chest puffed out, imitating the other cultivators and drawing laughter from the crowd.

"Yo!"

"Look at that funny little monkey over there!"

Some passing cultivators pointed at the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey.

"Scram!"

With a single stomp, the Heavenly Path Spiritual Monkey unleashed the overwhelming might of a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint, blasting away the group of cultivators who were only at the Divine Origin Realm by who knows how many thousands of miles.

"This Flying Sword is not easy to use."

Hu Feifei, standing on the Flying Sword, felt unsteady and constantly had the tendency to tip forward.

Ye Feng glanced at the grandeur in front of Hu Feifei and thought to himself:

With such weight, it would be odd if she could balance!

"Alright, let's go," Ye Feng withdrew his gaze, stepped on the Flying Sword, found the direction of the Tianhe Divine Sect on the map, and took the lead to fly out.

Their flying speed on the swords was not fast.

But it was graceful.

Countless beautiful women seeing Ye Feng, with hands behind his back and robes fluttering, and then observing the Four Star Transcendent Spirit Treasure level Flying Sword under his feet, all blushed.

"Oh my, he's so handsome!"

"The most important thing is that his Flying Sword looks really good, and it's of high quality."

"This person must come from a prestigious family."

"I really want to cultivate with him."

"Me too."

The women whispered among themselves.

Some even wanted to approach Ye Feng, but given the speed of his Flying Sword, ordinary people simply couldn't catch up and could only sigh while gazing at his retreating figure.

Along the way.

Ye Feng's lips twitched.

He naturally heard the murmuring of those women.

"I feel like I've returned to the past."

Ye Feng muttered in his heart, feeling that riding a Flying Sword in Dongzhou was the same as driving a luxury car on the roads back then.

The better the Flying Sword, the higher the rate of turning heads.

Half an hour later.

They were already fairly close to Tianhe Divine Sect. Ahead lay a vast wilderness that spanned billions of miles. After crossing it and flying over a large, dense forest, they would reach Tianhe Divine Sect.

"Up ahead is the Sword Saint Wilderness."

"This place was once the Dao stronghold of a Sword Dao Saint, but after a great war erupted, it was destroyed."

"Now, it has turned into a practice ground for various powers."

Chu Tianhe pointed ahead and explained.

"A practice ground?" Ye Feng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you mean a place specifically for dueling?"

"Yes," Chu Tianhe nodded.

"Hey, there are people ahead." Wen Xue pointed to the center of the Sword Saint Wilderness, where thousands of cultivators had gathered, seemingly divided into two camps.

It looked like they were about to have a practice duel.

With a thought, Ye Feng shrouded himself in an elusive aura, making his entire being appear as a veil of mist, difficult to see through.

Hu Feifei and the others were also enveloped in the fog.

In this way, they didn't have to worry about exposing their identities.

At the center of the Sword Saint Wilderness.

There was a peak that had been split from top to bottom into two half-mountain peaks by a forceful slash, leaving a gorge about thirty feet wide in the middle.

At the top of the ten-thousand-foot peak.

On the left and right, a person stood, respectively.

These were two handsome and extraordinary men.

One of them radiated sharp Sword Intent and floated two Sacred Arms behind him, one black and one white, exuding a sword force that oppressed the ages.

The other man stood with hands behind his back, with no Flying Sword floating behind him but emitted an immense Imperial Dynasty Fate, creating around him a Divine Country filled with countless Divine Spirits.

"Yuan Jing, do you really want to challenge me?"

The handsome young man in white with the black and white swords behind him spoke up, his voice calm yet carrying an air of hegemony, as if he were a Supreme being that ruled over heaven and earth.

His cultivation level was not weak; he actually belonged to the Heavenly Saint Realm!

"Jian Chen is truly a Divine Son of the Boundless Holy Sect, the nineteenth descendant of the Sword God, even speaking so perfectly."

"Divine Child Jian Chen, with divine might that overshadows the world!"

Many fanatic women looked at the one called Jian Chen, a Sword Dao expert of the Heavenly Saint Realm, with fervent admiration.

"Hmph, Prince Yuan Jing is even more formidable!"

"That's right, Prince Yuan Jing is invincible!"

"Imperial Dynasty Fate, suppresses all!"

But there were also those who were fanatical followers of the young man named Yuan Jing shouting loudly.

Jian Chen and Yuan Jing had not yet fought.

However, the competition among the spectators had already reached a fever pitch.

In the high sky.

Ye Feng and his party had just arrived.

"Jian Chen and Yuan Jing! It's actually them sparring, this will make for a great show."

Chu Tianhe was quite surprised.

Ye Feng glanced at him and asked, "Who are they?"

Chu Tianhe hurriedly explained:

"That man with the black and white swords behind him is Jian Chen, from the Boundless Holy Sect, the nineteenth descendant of the Sword God, at the Heavenly Saint Realm, wielding the Yin Yang Holy Sword, unparalleled in combat, recently appointed as the Divine Son by the Sword God himself."

"In the future, Jian Chen will be the Sect Master of the Boundless Holy Sect."

"As for the man shrouded in Imperial Dynasty Fate, he comes from the Yuanwu Divine Nation, the eldest son of Emperor Yuan, reportedly with a special physique, sealed for ten thousand years since birth."

"After he appeared in the world, he soared to the skies."

"His name is Yuan Jing."

"He has inherited vast Imperial Dynasty Fate, at the Heavenly Saint Realm in cultivation, with extraordinary power, destined to be the future ruler of the Yuanwu Divine Nation."

Hearing this, Ye Feng became interested.

Jian Chen? Yuan Jing?

One the descendant of the Sword God, the other the son of the ruler of the Yuanwu Divine Nation; it was indeed a clash of titans. But he wondered how their strengths compare.

With that thought, Ye Feng took out a scroll.

It was a replica of the Power God Ranking.

Glancing over the list, Ye Feng was suddenly startled.

The names of Jian Chen and Yuan Jing were not on the Power God Ranking at all!