The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal - Chapter 102
Chapter 102: Chapter 102 The First Page of the Nameless Sword Manual
Translator: 549690339
Ye Feng led the disciples away from the street, turned a corner, and arrived at the City Lord’s Mansion’s Scripture Pavilion.
“So it’s Sect Master Ye gracing us with his presence. What books would you like to look at today?” Pavilion Master Elder Liu, with his hands clasped behind his back, saw Ye Feng approaching and immediately flashed a mouthful of ostentatious gold teeth.
Ye Feng handed over three lower-grade spirit stones according to the rules and said, “I brought the disciples here to take a casual look and let them learn more.”
Elder Liu immediately laughed and said, “I always like the learning spirit of your sect, it’s promising!”
After that, Elder Liu chuckled and casually pocketed the spirit stones.
“Elder Liu, did you get new gold teeth again?” Jia Yulan covered her mouth and chuckled upon seeing Elder Liu.
Elder Liu touched his teeth and smiled proudly, “I’ve had some money recently, so I got myself new teeth. How do they look, pretty good, right?”
Jia Yulan stifled her laughter and said nothing.
“Elder Liu, we’re going to read some books first,” greeted Ye Feng as he dispersed with his disciples into the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion.
Ye Feng stood before a bookshelf and opened the system panel.
[Sect Prestige Value: 2378]
[Remaining Exchangeable Amount: 2078]
[Exchange Instructions: Consume Sect Prestige Value to instantly master a spell to the Perfect Stage; fifty points for a First-Grade Spell, one hundred points for a Second-Grade Spell…]
“It has increased by three hundred, not a bad pace. Once the news of our Misty Sect becoming a High Ranked Sect is fully spread, the Prestige Value should be even higher,” Ye Feng thought with delight.
Prestige Points are only earned when someone genuinely recognizes the Misty Sect; therefore, merely spreading the word is not enough—acceptance is necessary, and the conversion rate is not very high.
Ye Feng surmised that even if the news reached all several hundred thousand people in Whitefloat City, it would be good if even one percent of them truly recognized the Misty Sect.
“There are still two thousand Prestige Points left for exchange. I need to find some suitable spells for our Misty Sect without wasting any,” Ye Feng mused, holding the catalog Elder Liu had lent him, searching one by one.
“It’s the “Light Body Technique”; this is what I want to learn,” said Li Jiaojiao, looking at a secret compartment at that moment.
Elder Liu walked over, took out a yellowed ancient tome, and handed it to Li Jiaojiao: “The young lady has good taste. The “Light Body Technique” is a flying spell on par with the Gravitational Technique, suitable for short-distance flight when mastered.”
“We want to learn it too,” Ouyang Feng and Ouyang Yu, the siblings, quickly gathered around and joined Li Jiaojiao in spreading the ancient tome on the reading hall’s table, studying it earnestly.
Seeing this, Ye Feng abandoned the idea of spending more money.
He brought the disciples here precisely to wait for them to realize it on their own; in this way, he could save some Prestige Points.
Before long, a stream of memories surged into his mind.
Ye Feng’s eyes suddenly widened as he discovered it was the information on the “Light Body Technique”, which allowed him to master it instantly and reach Perfection.
“Is Li Jiaojiao’s talent that impressive?” Ye Feng quickly went to the reading hall, only to find Yan Ruyu floating in mid-air, holding onto Li Jiaojiao and Ouyang Yu, one on each side.
“So it turns out Yan Ruyu has practiced the “Light Body Technique” to the beginner level. A Life Spirit Body combined with Upper Grade talent is truly fearsome,” Ye Feng marveled.
Apart from Yan Ruyu, the others hadn’t made any breakthrough yet.
At that moment, Huo Yunjie came over: “Sect Master Uncle, I just remembered I need to buy some things in the city, I’ll be back soon.”
“Be careful,” Ye Feng said.
“Yes.”
Huo Yunjie left the City Lord’s Mansion and headed straight to a major street, where he bought wooden stakes for sword practice, planning to use them back at Misty Peak.
But just as Huo Yunjie had finished his purchase and was about to return to the City Lord’s Mansion, he accidentally stepped on the hem of a black-robed person’s robe.
“Ah! Are you blind as a bat, daring to step on my robe!” The black-robed person cried out in pain and hopped on the spot.
“I’m sorry,” apologized Huo Yunjie, noting that the black-robed person was covered from head to toe, even hiding their eyes behind black cloth, making it impossible to see their face.
“Sorry is all you’ve got? Do you know what you’ve just stepped on?” the black-robed person prattled on.
Huo Yunjie frowned slightly: “It was my fault for stepping on your robe, I’ve apologized for that, but if you demand compensation, I’m willing to provide it.”
“Eh, you are a disciple of the Misty Sect!” The robed figure scrutinized Huo Yunjie’s appearance, felt a chill in his heart, and turned to flee.
“Why are you running away, Sir?” Huo Yunjie sensed something was wrong and quickly pursued.
“Stop chasing me!” The robed figure shouted, hastily knocking down objects on both sides of the street, attempting to block Huo Yunjie’s path.
“Sir, have we met before?” Huo Yunjie asked, while employing the “Wind Spirit Steps,” moving swiftly and closing the distance continuously.
“No!” The robed figure quickly shook his head and ran even faster.
Vaguely, Huo Yunjie thought he saw a pair of white legs beneath the hem of the robe, looking like clouds, which was quite strange.
“Stop chasing me, will you ever stop!”
The robed figure, realizing he couldn’t shake off Huo Yunjie, became somewhat panicked, continually taking out objects from his robe, such as bricks, tree branches, pebbles, and even women’s undergarments, throwing them all at Huo Yunjie in a frenzy.
Huo Yunjie’s movements were agile, dodging everything thrown at him, and occasionally catching a whiff of fragrance from the floating women’s attire, his face contorted with bewilderment, privately thinking what odd tastes the robed figure had.
Smack!
A book suddenly struck his face, Huo Yunjie felt darkness before his eyes and immediately stopped, pulling off the tattered book, and when he looked ahead again, the figure in the robe was nowhere to be seen.
“What an enigmatic movement technique, he actually got away,” Huo Yunjie furrowed his brows and looked at the ancient manuscript in his hands.
“‘Nameless Sword Manual, Page One’… it’s actually a swordsmanship scripture!” Huo Yunjie opened the ancient tome, discovered there was only one page of text, which read as follows:
Without a woman in your heart, drawing your sword will be divinely smart.
The first page of the sword manual, forget the one you hold dear in your heart!
“What is this nonsense?”
Huo Yunjie scratched his head, flipping back and forth, realizing it contained just those two lines, which seemed somewhat profound.
“Oh well, I’ll head back to the City Lord’s Mansion.”
Huo Yunjie pocketed the sword manual and bowed to the slightly chaotic street behind him, saying, “Sorry for the disturbance, I was chasing someone.”
Seeing that Huo Yunjie, a cultivator, had such a good attitude, the vendors on both sides of the street waved their hands, indicating it was no big deal.
After Huo Yunjie departed, a breath of relief was exhaled from a white locust on a willow tree at the side of the street.
“Alas, dear mother, this kid finally left; it would have been dangerous if the chase continued.” The white locust wiped off a bead of sweat.
It was none other than the Shape-shifting Beast who had betrayed the Little Wolf General!
Suddenly, a sparrow flew onto the tree, picked up the Shape-shifting Beast disguised as the white locust, and swallowed it whole.
“Damn!”
The Shape-shifting Beast panicked and became furious, rapidly enlarging itself, bursting the sparrow from inside before transforming into a sparrow itself, and hurriedly flew away from Whitefloat City, which it felt was extremely dangerous.
At the City Lord’s Mansion.
Huo Yunjie returned and sat down, opening the sword manual, seriously immersed in studying it.
But with just those two lines, Huo Yunjie could not comprehend anything.
Long Tianxing held a spell book titled “Attaching Spirit” in hand and sat beside, ready to delve into it, but his attention was caught by Huo Yunjie’s Nameless Sword Manual.
“Without a woman in your heart, drawing your sword will be divinely smart!”
Long Tianxing’s eyes widened as he read the line aloud, attracting everyone’s attention nearby.
“Keep your voice down, shh!” Huo Yunjie quickly reminded.
But by then, others had already gathered around.
“What sort of spell is this… Pfft!” Ye Feng approached with a cup of tea, caught sight of the two lines and immediately spewed out the tea from his mouth.
