The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1064: You Are Not Worthy of Being My Heart Demon

"Did the Black Tortoise Clan also fail here?" Ye Feng asked curiously, looking at the Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan.

The disciples of the Misty Sect blinked their eyes too.

The Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan nodded and said,

"No matter what we do, once ten years pass, people from Black Wind Stronghold will definitely appear. If we confront them forcefully, we all fail; if we don’t confront them, we can manage to survive."

"Our Black Tortoise Clan has many clan members."

"Over the years, we have tried innumerable strategies, but if we confront Black Wind Stronghold directly, we are bound to lose."

"If we choose to stand by, one can survive up to about fifty years, but in the end, they are most likely wiped out by natural disasters like meteor showers, earthquakes, or flash floods."

"After that, we are clueless."

"There are very few who live for over fifty years in Mortal City, and even they don’t remember what exactly they went through after coming out."

"Ten years is the first hurdle."

"Fifty years is the second hurdle."

"If one can’t hold on, then ninety-nine percent will fail at these two hurdles, and even if they manage to survive these hurdles, they find it difficult to pass the final test."

"Alas!"

Upon saying this, the Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan appeared helpless.

Given that members of the Black Tortoise Clan were numerous and had tried countless methods with still no way to pass, the success rate of Ye Feng and his team was naturally extremely slim.

"It’s actually this difficult!" Ye Feng frowned slightly.

All the disciples spread their hands, indicating their helplessness and lack of ideas at the moment.

The Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan shook his head and said,

"There’s no way!"

"The people from Black Wind Stronghold are too strong. After we enter Mortal City, we can’t use any of our cultivation levels, only our experiences and skills."

"Under these circumstances, our chances of defeating a cultivator are extremely slim, and we can only scrape by to fifty years."

"But, that’s also good."

"As half a month passes by on the outside, fifty years go by on the inside. It’s like gaining half a lifetime’s experience of living as a mortal, which greatly elevates one’s state of mind."

"That’s true," Ye Feng nodded repeatedly, agreeing.

Even if one fails to clear the levels, living a hundred years in Mortal City as a mortal is a great experience, after all.

"Sect Master Ye, are you planning to enter now?" the Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan looked at Ye Feng.

"Mm," Ye Feng nodded.

He leapt forward, landing on a black stone pillar and settled into a cross-legged position, slowly closing his eyes.

The next moment,

Ye Feng felt his consciousness being pulled into a mysterious space, and he found himself standing atop Misty Peak.

"This is..."

Ye Feng looked around. The buildings of Misty Peak were in ruins, completely destroyed by someone. Even the ground appeared to be crushed by a terrifying force, as if shaken by a severe earthquake.

Countless disciples’ corpses lay in pools of blood.

Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei...

Countless disciples died in battle, a sight too grim to bear.

Bang!

A figure struck Ye Feng, sending him crashing to the ground. Looking up into the sky, he noticed numerous formidable figures standing there, grinning viciously down at him.

The Divine Venerate, Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable, Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor, Ten Directions Saint Emperor, Ming Emperor, King of the Underworld...

Numerous powerful beings dominated the sky, exuding an immensely terrifying aura.

But, they were not the focus.

What truly made Ye Feng’s eyes narrow was the grand figure shrouded in purple mist.

Beside this person stood Shangguan Shenyu.

"Ye Feng, you too have such a day, hahaha!" Shangguan Shenyu looked at Ye Feng, laughing wildly.

"Ye Feng, die!"

"Ye Feng, you have lost!"

"Kakaka!"

The Divine Venerate, Celestial Clan’s Saintly Venerable, and others all sneered at Ye Feng, their mocking voices continuous.

Ye Feng slowly rose to his feet.

He dusted off his clothing and, with his hands clasped behind his back, coldly looked at those figures and calmly said, "They’re nothing but illusions formed by the Heart Demon."

Ye Feng picked up a blade of grass from the ground and gently sliced it towards the sky. Despite his seeming lack of cultivation, he imbued the grass with an incredibly fearsome Sword Intent, causing heaven and earth to tremble.

Slash!

The sword light split the sky open, and all the illusions shaped by the Heart Demon rapidly collapsed.

The whole world had become pure and clear.

"You are too weak and unworthy of becoming my Heart Demon," Ye Feng spoke indifferently.

"That’s right, they indeed do not qualify. I am the real deal!" A cold voice sounded.

Ye Feng turned toward the voice.

He saw another him walking slowly, his face bearing a wicked smile with countless graceful women trailing behind him.

"Merge with me, become a stronger form, command the world when awake, and rest beside beauties when drunk, isn’t it wonderful?" Heart Demon Ye Feng, embracing the willow waist of a beauty by his side, said to Ye Feng.

"You, too, are unworthy of becoming my Heart Demon."

Ye Feng responded thus, and the next moment, he exhaled a breath, causing the entire world to collapse.

The Ye Feng transformed by the Heart Demon, along with countless surrounding scenes, completely disappeared.

Ye Feng had thus easily overcome the Heart Demon Barrier.

A moment later.

Ye Feng found himself in chaos, the strong winds confusing him and rendering him unable to find the path he was supposed to take in the future.

"Is this the second trial?"

Ye Feng murmured, his eyes quickly clearing as he took a deep breath and calmly surveyed his surroundings.

"I’ve already determined the path I must take."

"To lead Misty Sect and make it the most powerful Sect in the world, and I, to become the most powerful Sect Leader."

"I want to live a life without constraints."

"To fulfill all my desires."

"And to fulfill the desires of my disciples and even all the people in the world, to create a perfect world!"

Crack!

Ye Feng’s resolve caused the entire chaos to shatter, his body beginning to sink and, like a meteor, falling in front of the mysterious Mortal City.

"Is this the third trial?"

Ye Feng looked up at the gatehouse sign writing, seeing the powerful and lively characters "Mortal City" and contemplated his next plan.

Tatatat!

A series of crisp, loud hoofbeats approached, accompanied by cries from women and men.

"Move out of the way, you in front of the gatehouse!"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"I can’t stop!"

The woman’s scream conveyed that someone was riding into the city, and because he was in the middle of the road in front of the gatehouse, he was blocking their way.

Tap tap tap!

Ye Feng quickly jogged to the side of the road, turned around, and just happened to see several fiery horses racing past the city gatehouse, moving very fast.

"That was really dangerous."

Ye Feng thought to himself.

If he had been slightly slower, he might have been trampled by the horses, and worst case, could have died on the spot.

It was only then that Ye Feng looked at the people riding the horses.

Leading them was a lavishly dressed young woman with a slender sword hanging at her waist, appearing like a warrior maiden.

The rest on the horses seemed to be dressed as servants.

"It seems she is the daughter of some wealthy merchant in Mortal City," Ye Feng yawned as he walked into the city.

Mortal City was vast.

The city walls were ten zhang high, stretching fifty li from east to west and eighty li from north to south, enclosing this large area where three million people lived.

The numerous factions within were intricately complex, covering many aspects, making it highly suitable for experiencing life as a mortal.

Ye Feng looked toward the outskirts of the city.

The Elder of the Black Tortoise Clan had warned that those participating in the third trial could not leave Mortal City for more than fifty li.

After leaving the city for fifty li, it was as if hitting an invisible wall, prohibiting any further travel.

"Mortal City, quite interesting."

Ye Feng murmured lowly as he strode deeper into the city, touching his waist and finding a cloth bag there with ten taels of silver, which seemed to be some "starting funds."

"Only ten taels of silver, that’s too little!"

Ye Feng curled his lip.

"You stinking woman, how dare you resist. Are you asking for death?"

At that moment, a man’s angry yelling and a woman’s crying could be heard from down the street.

This scene caused Ye Feng’s eyebrows to momentarily flick upwards.