The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1038 - : The Kill Order, Jian Nan Yi’s Surprise

Listening to the words of the Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor, the crowd dared not speak.

In his presence, more words could only lead to loss.

There had been a Saint Manifestation who, for misspeaking half a sentence, was mercilessly slain by the cold-blooded Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor, and even his entire clan was eradicated, a mad act of cruelty.

Moments later.

The Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor indifferently said,

"Spread my imperial edict."

"The Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect issues a permanent assassination order."

"Under the heavens, no matter who it is, if they can kill Ye Feng, they will be rewarded with a Supreme Saint Weapon and countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures!"

Having said this, the human-formed statue that the Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor had transformed into slowly turned and re-entered the eerie and terrifying Sect Master's Grand Hall.

Bang!

The doors firmly shut, seemingly dividing the inside and outside into two different worlds.

On the ground.

Many Elders and disciples of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect looked at each other, and after a long while, their eyes burst with a fiery glow.

"Good heavens!"

"It's an assassination order personally issued by Lord Demon Emperor himself."

"A Supreme Saint Weapon and countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures!"

"I'll take on this mission!"

Many powerhouses stood up and spread the news of the assassination order through the branches stationed in various realms.

In just half a day, the Three Thousand Realms were all abuzz.

"Ye Feng's life is worth a Supreme Saint Weapon!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Numerous reclusive powerhouses traveling the world, coveting the reward, came out of seclusion and desperately headed toward Dizhou.

...

In Dizhou, where the Wind-Fire Holy Sect was located.

This place had already been flattened, dug a hundred feet into the ground, taking away everything that could be moved.

What couldn't be moved, Wang Ping'an burned with the Fire Spirit.

"Time to go."

Ye Feng looked around.

It was no longer the first three days of the month.

Without the Mark of Void, unless he found a Three-legged Golden Toad or a Void Beast, entering the Void Realm was out of the question.

Thus, there was no need to worry about being found.

On the ground.

Wang Ping'an lay there, gasping for breath.

"Ha ha, Sixth Layer of the Void Break Realm now!"

He couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Brother Wang has the 'Burning Art' now. He has really taken off, his cultivation speed is even faster than ours."

"Yes!"

"Before long, he might become the disciple with the highest cultivation level in our Misty Sect."

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing remarked.

At that moment, Ye Feng landed on the ground, heard their conversation, and shook his head, saying,

"You're thinking too much, even after burning so much of the Wind-Fire Holy Sect's stuff, he only managed to move from the Fourth Layer to the Sixth Layer of the Void Break Realm, surpassing others will be difficult!" freёweɓnovel.com

Wang Ping'an immediately sprang up.

"Yes, Sect Master Uncle is right, the special energy I absorbed was mostly used to enhance the Fire Spirit, not much went into my cultivation progress, hence the slow advancement."

Wang Ping'an explained, "However, my combat power has finally increased by one star level, now equivalent to a Two Stars King."

"Really?"

Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi were surprised.

Ye Feng glanced at Wang Ping'an, used the Eye of Insight to observe, and combined with the Sect system, confirmed that his combat power had indeed advanced, officially reaching Two Stars King.

"Alright, let's go!"

Ye Feng waved his sleeves, taking the group and disappearing from the spot.

...

Void Realm.

Near a sandpit in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Ssss ssss ssss!

A Void Beast was walking through the grass, slowly approaching the sandpit, then, looking left and right, it prepared to squat down.

Swoosh!

Just at that moment, Ye Feng and the three others appeared out of nowhere, standing on the grass near the sandpit, watching the squatting Void Beast, their expressions gradually turning bizarre.

Wang Ping'an watched the Void Beast's movements and instantly understood what it meant, subconsciously saying,

"You're here to take a dump, huh?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Ye Feng covered his face with his hand, while Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi both gave bitter smiles.

Slap!

Sure enough, a paw sent Wang Ping'an flying, lodging him back between two Purple Bamboo stalks.

"Bro Cat, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Wang Ping'an wailed loudly.

However, the Void Beast couldn't be bothered with him, squatted in the sand pit to relieve itself, then used the tenth page from the "Nameless Sword Manual" to clean itself, casually tossing the paper into a world of the Three Thousand Realms where it was picked up by some "fortunate" cultivator.

"Meow!"

The Void Beast twisted its neck and headed towards the Meow Pavilion, conveniently sitting on Wang Ping'an's face as it passed by, lingering for several seconds before finally moving on.

"Ping An, you just stay stuck there and reflect for a while!"

Ye Feng shook his head, leading Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi towards the distant Tomb of Jiannan Yi.

"Sect Master Uncle, save me!"

Wang Ping'an, grabbing onto the bamboo with one hand and reaching out with the other, kept making grabbing motions as if pleading for someone to help him get out.

But Ye Feng and the others were already far away.

"Quack quack!"

At that moment, a Three-legged Golden Toad came hopping from afar, stopping on a bamboo shoot in front of Wang Ping'an.

"Elder, save me!"

Wang Ping'an urgently called for help.

"Quack quack!"

The Three-legged Golden Toad seemed not to hear Wang Ping'an's plea, rolling its eyes until only the whites were visible before crawling off into the distance.

It was pretending to be blind!

Realizing this, Wang Ping'an understood that the Three-legged Golden Toad had no intention of saving him.

"Why is it always me who gets hurt!"

Wang Ping'an covered his face with his hand, on the verge of tears.

If he had known he'd get stuck in bamboo by the Void Beast again, he would have kept his mouth shut when he saw it.

...

The Tomb of Jiannan Yi.

Mo Ying was sitting cross-legged above the clouds, her body surrounded by a faint mist that gathered midair into countless sharp swords.

Thud, thud, thud!

At that moment, Ye Feng, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi approached.

"Sword Friend, you've arrived," the Sword Soul of Jian Nan Yi greeted Ye Feng with a smile. "So, looking for a spar?"

Ye Feng shook his head. "I'm here on someone's behalf to ask you a few questions."

Jian Nan Yi was momentarily stunned.

On someone's behalf?

In his memory, he had no friends, and besides, he had perished tens of thousands of years ago. Who could have sent Ye Feng?

The next moment,

Ye Feng produced the Crescent Moon Jade Pendant of Sword Saint Yuexi and inquired, "Do you recognize this item?"

Jian Nan Yi's Sword Soul eyed the jade pendant for a good while then shook his head, "I don't recognize it."

Ye Feng was taken aback.

Didn't recognize it?

That was odd.

After all, Yuexi was the Great Elder of Nantian Sword Sect and an expert of the Supreme Saint Realm. How could Jian Nan Yi not recognize her token?

"Sword Friend Ye Feng, what is this?" Jian Nan Yi inquired.

"This is the token of Sword Saint Yuexi, the Great Elder of your Nantian Sword Sect, and you've never seen it?" Ye Feng was astonished.

"Ah? This... Our Great Elder of Nantian Sword Sect is called Sword Saint Yuexi? I have no recollection of that!" Jian Nan Yi looked utterly puzzled.

Ye Feng almost fainted and asked, "You're a disciple of Nantian Sword Sect yet you don't even know who your Great Elder is?"

"I really don't know!" Jian Nan Yi replied with a bitter smile.

Seeing Jian Nan Yi's earnest face, Ye Feng felt the atmosphere becoming awkward, his heart filled with helplessness as he explained, "Sword Saint Yuexi said she used to watch you practice swordsmanship."

"Hmm?" Jian Nan Yi's eyes widened with interest.

Encouraged by his reaction, Ye Feng continued, "She said that ten thousand years ago, she'd often watch from a distance as you practiced your swordsmanship, but was too shy to come and speak to you."

Hearing this, Jian Nan Yi's mind buzzed.

"She... was she dressed in a pure white robe, approximately like this?" Jian Nan Yi materialized the image of a woman in a white robe and skirt, nearly identical to Sword Saint Yuexi.

"Yes, that's her," Ye Feng nodded.

"So it was her!"

Jian Nan Yi sat on top of his own grave, eyes full of disbelief, murmuring, "So, the woman in white who used to watch me practice swordsmanship was actually the Great Elder of our Nantian Sword Sect, Sword Saint Yuexi. So... her name is Yuexi?"

"Yes," Ye Feng nodded.