The Clan Master Can t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 270: Chapter 270: The Name of Feilai Peak, Qingyun Zhenren’s Dilemma
Ye Feng looked down below.

This mountain peak had nurtured a miniature spirit vein, emitting rich spiritual energy, which together with the adjacent Misty Peak created a circulation of spiritual energy. The spiritual light from both peaks shone upon each other, creating a stunningly beautiful scene.

“Misty Sect has a name, so how can this newly built peak not have one… This mountain did not exist before, as if it had flown here, so let’s call it Feilai Peak!”

“Seven hundred meters upon Feilai Peak, I envy neither the mandarin ducks nor the immortals!”

Ye Feng whispered to himself, slowly landing on the summit of Feilai Peak.

Gong Qingqiu, Mo Ying, Qiao Jiaxi, and other disciples arrived at the summit one after another, absorbing the abundant spiritual energy here. They raised their heads to see the summit of Misty Peak, over a hundred meters away.

The difference in height between the two places was several tens of meters.

Misty Peak was slightly higher, highlighting its status as the main peak.

“From now on, this peak shall be called Feilai Peak. Elder Gong, you can build the Elders’ Hall here, and the rest of the space can be planned by yourselves.”

Ye Feng waved his hand and returned to Misty Peak.

The disciples and Gong Qingqiu stood in place, looking at each other.

“Feilai Peak, what a good name!”

“How did the Sect Leader turn a dead peak into a spirit peak with a spirit vein?”

“That I don’t know. Perhaps, as the Chosen One, the Sect Leader possesses divine-like abilities!”

The disciples chattered excitedly.

Gong Qingqiu watched Ye Feng’s retreating figure, still in shock, unable to calm her emotions for a long time.

She found it hard to believe that one person could have such earth-altering abilities.

Creating a spirit vein out of thin air, with just this, Ye Feng would be more than qualified to become a highly sought-after top master, respected by countless sect leaders.

“Misty Sect, truly an unfathomable place. But now that I’ve joined, it’s a fortunate thing to celebrate,” Gong Qingqiu mused, struggling to calm the shock in her heart and turning to look at the other disciples.

“Shi Lei, I heard you have unique insights into construction. Please assist me in building the Elders’ Hall and connecting Feilai Peak to Misty Peak.”

“I am at your command, Elder,” Shi Lei nodded.

“This Elder will post the fourth Elder task on the mission wall. Disciples who have time can help to build Feilai Peak.” As Gong Qingqiu formed hand signs, a burst of spiritual light emerged, lifting everyone back to Misty Peak.

…

The news of Feilai Peak spread quickly.

On that very day, all of Whitefloat City was abuzz.

“What did you say? Sect Master Ye hand-crafted a mountain called Feilai Peak that’s about two hundred meters high and even nurtured a miniature spirit vein?”

“It’s absolutely true. I was there at the scene!”

“Astonishing!”

“Stop being astonished, and hurry to spread the news.”

Many cultivators in Whitefloat City came from major forces. They quickly took out their messenger paper cranes and dispersed the news.

Overnight.

The regions within a thousand miles were all frenziedly spreading the story.

Building a mountain was nothing special.

Anyone whose cultivation level had broken through to the Element Gathering Realm could achieve this feat with spells, although certainly at a much slower pace than Ye Feng.

What truly shocked people was… the creation of a spirit vein!

Qingyun Mountain Range.

“What did you say? Ye Feng can hand-craft a miniature spirit vein?” Qingyun Zhenren gasped upon hearing the news.

“Sect Leader, it’s absolutely true. I was present at the scene. I saw Sect Master Ye crush a glowing orb, which scattered a shower of light, and then the lifeless mountain came alive. Vegetation grew wildly, and the area teemed with spiritual energy, just like a scene straight out of a fairy tale!” a middle-aged man in green robes described the event with animated gestures.

Hearing this, everyone’s expression turned grave.

After a moment, an elder at the Element Gathering Realm suggested solemnly, “Sect Leader, we know you have grievances with Ye Feng, but what are they compared to the interests of the sect?”

Another elder quickly added, “Exactly! You two are not mortal enemies, merely having some small friction in the past. Why not do this: pay a visit and apologize to Sect Master Ye. He may be willing to help reshape our Qingyun Sect’s spirit vein, which would be beneficial for generations to come!”

“Right, right, right! Even if you transcend this life, future generations will remember your kindness,” the crowd urged.

“Nonsense! Even in death, I would not apologize to Ye Feng,” Qingyun Zhenren roared with defiance, sending many elders and stewards flying out. He angrily mounted the Qingyun Sword and flew off into the distance.

Under the night sky.

Qingyun Zhenren clenched his teeth in anger.

“Expecting me to admit I am wrong? Wishful thinking!”

Using his full speed to fly, in an instant, he crossed the sky and soon arrived at the Yunhua Sect located in the Yunhua Mountain Range.

“Qingyun Zhenren?”

Yunhua Zhenren, who was originally cultivating, sensed a sharp Sword Intent approaching rapidly. His eyelids twitched wildly, thinking that the other party was coming to seize their Spirit Vein; his expression changed drastically.

“Let me ask you, your Yunhua Sect’s Spiritual Vein Core was taken long ago. How did you repair it afterward?” Qingyun Zhenren asked.

Hearing that he wasn’t here to seize the Spirit Vein, Yunhua Zhenren breathed a sigh of relief.

But, the reason the Yunhua Sect’s Spirit Vein had been repaired was thanks to Ye Feng’s help, and it involved a Miniature Cave-Heaven Array, which was very important.

Therefore, Yunhua Zhenren chose to remain silent.

He was an ally of Ye Feng and could not betray his friend.

“You don’t want to talk?” Qingyun Zhenren frowned.

Encased in that terrifying Sword Intent, sweat appeared on Yunhua Zhenren’s forehead, and he swallowed hard before saying, “You are better off not asking about this matter.”

“Oh?” Qingyun Zhenren’s gaze sharpened.

In his mind, Ye Feng’s figure suddenly appeared.

Recalling his own experience of being soundly beaten, Qingyun Zhenren’s mouth twitched as he said, “I see! The reason why Yunhua Mountain Range’s Spirit Vein was reshaped is also Ye Feng’s doing; no wonder there are rumors that he crafted a Miniature Spirit Vein with his bare hands.”

Yunhua Zhenren’s teeth clenched.

He desperately wanted to say, Sect Master Ye, it was Qingyun Zhenren who guessed the reason; I haven’t said anything!

“So it turns out, Ye Feng is really that capable, mastering such miraculous methods. That means for Qingyun Sect to have a bright future, we can only ask Ye Feng for help!” Qingyun Zhenren clenched his fists, very reluctant.

Asking others for help was already extremely difficult for him.

Let alone asking Ye Feng for forgiveness.

Yunhua Zhenren sighed softly, trying to persuade him, “Qingyun Zhenren, you and Sect Master Ye aren’t mortal enemies; at most, there are some misunderstandings. If you kneel down and sincerely ask for forgiveness, perhaps Sect Master Ye would even be willing to help Qingyun Sect rebuild its Spirit Vein.”

Since it had been guessed already, Yunhua Zhenren felt there was no need for pretense and began to advocate for reconciliation.

“Absolutely not!”

Qingyun Zhenren suddenly roared, his nails digging deeply into his flesh as he coldly said, “In my life, I, Qingyun Zhenren, have acted unrestrainedly and with abandon, without bowing to any constraints. How could I possibly admit fault to someone else?”

Looking down at the valley below, Qingyun Zhenren spoke with firm determination, “Even if I were to jump from here, die below, and have my body eaten by dogs, I still wouldn’t admit wrongdoing to Ye Feng!”

Rip!

Qingyun Zhenren turned into a dazzling cyan sword light, swiftly sweeping towards the distant sky, quickly disappearing from sight.

“Why even bother? It’s not a do-or-die enmity; what’s wrong with admitting a mistake? Since Sect Master Ye is so strong, apologizing to such a powerful individual is nothing to be ashamed of. In the end, it’s just too much pride and saving face,”

Yunhua Zhenren muttered to himself, revealing the essence of the situation.

…

Qingyun Mountain Range.

In the center of a graveyard.

Qingyun Zhenren sat on the ground, looking at the gravestones of the past Sect Leaders of Qingyun Gate, his heart in turmoil, churning like turbulent waters, unable to calm down.

“Admit wrong? What wrong have I done?”

In the end, Qingyun Zhenren left, still with no intention of admitting any wrongdoing, as stubborn as a bull.

…

The next morning, the sunlight illuminated everything.

At Misty Sect, the disciples were already busy at work.

“Good, that’s the way, this position will do.”

Shi Lei and Huo Yunjie respectively stood atop Feilai Peak and Misty Peak. With the help of other disciples, they hung up iron chains, laid down wooden planks, and fitted railings, creating a stable suspension bridge that connected the tops of the two peaks.

“The first suspension bridge is now built; thank you for your hard work, everyone.”

Shi Lei clapped his hands loudly and said.