The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 892: Chapter 892: The Inheritance of an Ancient Bloodline, Crafting an Ancient Race

Ye Feng was not biased.

He offered guidance to Zhou Teng and likewise explained to the remaining disciples, pinpointing their shortcomings.

Or, he would have them seek advice from specific individuals.

"Ke Anqing, you don't have any obvious flaws at present, but you need to be aware that the Five-Colored Phoenix Bloodline leans towards the fire element, and is easily countered by the water element among the Five Elements, so you must learn countermeasures."

Ye Feng cautioned.

"Sect Leader, how should I counter the water element's suppression?" Ke Anqing asked, full of curiosity.

"The Five Elements mutually generate and overcome each other, but this is under the premise of comparable strength. If you encounter a water-element expert of the same tier, try to avoid using the Five-Colored Phoenix Bloodline as much as possible."

"However, if the opponent's realm is lower than yours, then directly suppress them without hesitation."

"As for the real method of counteraction, it is Devouring!"

"You could try cultivating Devouring Magic Spells, which absorb the opponent's water-element power. As their strength wanes and yours grows, the advantage will naturally show itself."

Ye Feng offered his suggestion.

"Thank you for the guidance, Sect Leader. I understand," Ke Anqing nodded slightly.

Ye Feng did not stop there.

He looked towards the disciple codenamed "Fourth Generation 4," noticing this person's innate robust physique suitable for Body Cultivation. His eyes lit up as he began the mentoring.

A night passed.

The sun rose in the east, bringing life's renewal.

In front of the Sect Leader's Great Hall,

Everyone had been listening to Ye Feng's teachings and had not dispersed.

By this time, Ye Feng had lectured four hundred ninety-nine Fourth Generation Disciples, with only Kong Cheng remaining.

"Kong Cheng, your Four Symbols Divine Body is incomplete. You should continuously enhance the bloodline of the four Ancient Beasts until they transform into Divine Beast-level bloodlines. At that time, your Four Symbols Divine Body can ascend to a Sacred Body."

"However, this path is not an easy one."

"Are you prepared?"

Ye Feng asked Kong Cheng, codenamed "Fourth Generation 501," with a smile on his face.

Upon hearing this, Kong Cheng's expression was grave.

"Rest assured, Sect Leader, I will make every effort."

"Good," Ye Feng nodded.

Hearing that Kong Cheng's Four Symbols Divine Body had the potential to evolve into a Four Symbols Holy Body, all the disciples looked on with envy.

"No wonder Kong Cheng passed the assessment with just the cultivation at the Peak of Qi Refinement, it turns out he has enormous potential."

"The future Sacred Body, how envious!"

Other disciples cast envious glances at Kong Cheng.

"All right, that concludes today's teachings. Wenwen, take your junior brothers and sisters to their quarters."

Ye Feng looked to his side.

At this moment, Xia Wenwen was sprawled on a meditation cushion, fast asleep and drooling with her mouth open.

Seeing this made Ye Feng laugh.

When the other disciples saw Xia Wenwen's comical sleeping face, the corners of their mouths twitched, secretly thinking how casual their senior sister was.

Ye Feng leaned close to Xia Wenwen's ear and whispered,

"Wenwen, there's chicken leg."

At the sound of this, Xia Wenwen's eyes snapped open.

"Chicken leg?! Where's the chicken leg? I want to eat!"

She opened her mouth wide and lunged at Ye Feng's wrist. But just as she was about to bite it, Xia Wenwen reflexively backed away.

Her previously unfocused pupils sharpened in an instant, realizing what was in front of her was not a chicken leg, but a wrist.

Looking up,

at Ye Feng's handsome face, Xia Wenwen scratched her head, about to say something when she realized her embarrassing moment must have been seen clearly by all five hundred junior brothers and sisters.

This was a social death indeed!

Xia Wenwen felt an urge to find a hole and crawl into it.

"Take them to the Fourth Generation Disciples' quarters."

Ye Feng reminded her.

"Yes, mission accomplished!" Xia Wenwen quickly straightened up and scurried away toward the rear mountain of Misty Peak, not even waiting to beckon the others to follow.

Zhou Teng and the rest didn't expect Xia Wenwen to make such a scene and were left stunned.

"Aren't you following?"

Ye Feng gave the disciples a sideways glance, and they snapped to their senses. They quickly grabbed their Identity Tokens and chased after Xia Wenwen.

In the latter part of Misty Peak,

Xia Wenwen covered her face with her hands and pointed with her foot to the numerous individual buildings decorating the mountainside.

"Here, this is the residence for the Fourth Generation Disciples. The first courtyard at the beginning is mine. Don't come looking for me if there's nothing important... oh, right, the canteen is down there."

Xia Wenwen pointed with her foot towards the side of the Spirit Lake, then skulked away.

She felt her debut as the Fourth Generation Senior Sister had been marred by such an embarrassing incident in front of everyone, wondering how she would face them in the future.

"Our Senior Sister seems to have gotten shy."

"So this is the legendary social death!"

The disciples whispered amongst themselves.

...

At the summit of Misty Peak,

Ye Feng glanced at the Fourth Generation Disciples who were now settled, tore through the void, and appeared billions of miles away.

Looking down, he saw a vast ruin.

Half a year ago,

Ye Feng was banished to the Three Thousand Realms, Yin Rurong broke through to become a Saint, snatching the heavenly Stele, only to be suppressed by an Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

Afterward, Yin Rurong harbored grudges.

Learning that people from the Misty Sect were protecting the seals of those Ancient Races buried beneath Shenzhou, Yin Rurong brazenly acted, smashing dozens of ancient canyons.

Among the ancient race, all had perished.

"Sigh."

Thinking of this, Ye Feng sighed.

The ancient race was still very important.

Recently, Ye Feng and the Ancient Holy God Overlord Emperor had analyzed that these ancient races could very well be the original Myriad Clans of the universe, bearing the Three Thousand Great Dao within them.

If the Myriad Clans were exterminated, the Great Dao would become unbalanced.

If that were to happen, it was feared that the entire universe would face a cataclysmic disaster, with places like Shenzhou and the Three Thousand Realms unable to escape unscathed.

"Yin Rurong, death is not a pity!"

Ye Feng said coldly.

He sat cross-legged above the shattered valley, taking out the Destiny Treasure Bead, searching for any survivors of this race.

A moment later.

Ye Feng opened his eyes.

No survivors had been found yet.

However, when he stretched out his hand, strands of golden vital blood floated up from within the valley below, condensing into a head-sized ball of golden light.

It contained a particularly strange aura, making Ye Feng feel as if he was facing the Cosmic Dao.

Although the aura was weak, it was genuinely present.

"There are no survivors, but this was found, a very magical Ancient Tribe bloodline."

Ye Feng whispered.

This bloodline was quite standard; once absorbed and mastered, one could enlarge their body, enhancing strength, speed, defense, and other aspects.

Of course, the enhancement wasn't that significant.

Overall, the enhancement was about twice as powerful.

Because only one bloodline could be used, compared to other bloodlines that could enhance strength by several or even dozens of times, the bloodline of this ancient race was too inferior.

Ye Feng disdained it.

But, this bloodline must be passed down.

Otherwise, the Dao it bore would disappear.

"It's not quite suitable for the disciples to use this bloodline; perhaps it's better for the descendants of the world families in Whitefloat City."

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, looking in the direction of Whitefloat City.

Whitefloat City had many world families.

They didn't have powerful bloodlines, making them suitable heirs to this Ancient Tribe's bloodline, to develop and glorify it.

Ye Feng continued on his way.

A day later.

He passed through the dozen or so valleys destroyed by Yin Rurong and found the bloodlines of several dozen ancient races.

Whitefloat City.

Ye Feng sat on the City Lord's throne.

Beside him stood Gong Qingqiu, the Deputy City Lord, Zhou Jiacai, Zhou Jiaqian, the Old City Lord, and other core members of Whitefloat City's team.

The Old City Lord had encountered a mishap in his practice many years ago, losing all his cultivation, barely surviving through sheer physical strength.

Now, having bathed in the Heavenly Dew many times, the Old City Lord had long since recovered and even broken through to the peak of the Spirit Sea Realm.

He stood to the side, beaming with health.

"Sect Leader, what brings you here?"

The Deputy City Lord asked Ye Feng.

"Find thirty-five world families within Whitefloat City, and have each family bring forth a hundred of their finest juniors to inherit the power of these ancient races' bloodlines."

Ye Feng revealed his purpose.

With a wave of his hand, thirty-five differently colored balls of light, each the size of a head, appeared in the center of the City Lord's Mansion Great Hall, the surviving blood essence origins of those dozens of ancient races that had been killed.

Each one was enough for a hundred people to use.

Understanding Ye Feng's intentions, the Deputy City Lord hurried to comply.

Before long.

The City Lord's Mansion's courtyard was crowded with thousands of people.

There were many world families in Whitefloat City, if not ten thousand, then at least eight thousand, so finding suitable candidates wasn't difficult.

Looking at those young faces, Ye Feng nodded slightly.

All of them were under thirty.

The weakest in cultivation were at the fifth level of Qi Refinement.

The strongest had already reached the peak of the Element Gathering Realm.

Among the younger generation of the world families in Whitefloat City, they were some of the most outstanding.

"Rise!"

Ye Feng flicked his fingers, and the thirty-five balls of bloodline light shattered, turning into three thousand five hundred rays of light, seeking the most suitable young cultivators to enter their bodies.

"Ah!"

A young man immediately screamed.

This was a symptom that accompanied the bloodline fusion process, and before long, all the young ones in attendance began to scream.

"How do you feel?" the Deputy City Lord asked a young man in black who did not scream.

"It's like being bitten by billions of ants, very painful at first, but after a while, I found myself growing stronger!"

The young man in black gritted his teeth.

He did not scream because his willpower was strong.

Ye Feng glanced at the young man, saying, "Not bad, in the future, you can come to participate in the admissions test for our Misty Sect."

The young man in black was overjoyed, "Sect Master Ye, I took part in the Misty Sect's admissions test a few days ago, but unfortunately ranked over six hundred and failed to be selected."

Ye Feng nodded, saying,

"There's an admissions test every month; you've merged with the bloodline of the Golden Armored Giant Clan, and your combat power has increased, so in the next test, you have a great chance of passing."

"I will definitely work hard!"

The young man in black nodded seriously, more motivated than ever.