The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 1575: Chapter 1575: Ye Feng, Just You Wait

"You... damn it!"

Ye Feng looked at the giant porcelain bowl placed in front of him by Brother Flathead, and really wanted to kick him into the depths of the universe.

"Wahoo!"

Brother Flathead stood upright, patted the large bowl next to him with his paw, then gave Ye Feng a look, as if to say:

What are you looking at? Fill it up for me!

Ye Feng was speechless.

He ignored Brother Flathead and poured soup into everyone else’s bowls, finding there was still a lot of broth left. Since Brother Flathead was part of the Demon Race, and suitable for drinking such soup, Ye Feng filled up the giant porcelain bowl.

"Wahoo!"

Seeing the big bowl of broth, Brother Flathead was overjoyed. He plunged his head into the boiling soup and began to slurp, completely disregarding his appearance.

"It’s really delicious!"

A Ninth Generation Disciple just took a sip of the soup and felt a surge of heat through his body, his physical strength skyrocketed, and his cultivation level also broke through, becoming a Saint on the spot.

But, this was not the end.

After drinking the broth, the Ninth Generation Disciple’s cultivation level continued to soar after breaking through the Saint Realm, reaching the peak of the Heavenly Immortal Realm, and still increasing.

Rumble!

Some Ninth Generation Disciples were already on the verge of breaking through to the Immortal Venerable, attracting a massive thunderstorm.

"Is someone in the Misty Sect undergoing a tribulation again?"

"Don’t look, it’s a normal phenomenon. People from this sect are quite peculiar; almost every day someone breaks through the realm, and heavenly tribulations are constant, never stopping."

"But, this time it’s pretty intense!"

"It looks like hundreds of Immortal Venerables are undergoing tribulation simultaneously. Could it be they consumed Nine-Turn Profound Pills?"

People from various powers were discussing.

At this moment, Ye Feng realized that as the Ninth Generation Disciples drank the Phoenix Soup, their foundation became more robust, meeting the requirements to consume the Nine-Turn Profound Pill.

So, he made his move.

With a rustle.

Ten thousand Nine-Turn Profound Pills fell like celestial maidens scattering flowers, immediately landing in front of all the Ninth Generation Disciples.

"Consume the Nine-Turn Profound Pill, make a concerted effort, and aim for that legendary Immortal Emperor Realm!"

Ye Feng’s voice was deep.

The Ninth Generation Disciples clutched the Nine-Turn Profound Pills in front of them, faces instantly beaming with joy.

"Thank you, Sect Leader!"

With that, they consumed the elixirs.

The old members of the sect were already Immortal Emperors; after drinking a bowl of Phoenix Soup, their foundation became even more solid, their physical bodies strengthened, and their cultivation levels also broke through.

"Fourth-layered Immortal Emperor!"

Primordial Body Yao Changsheng drank a bowl of broth, found his body filled with power, and successfully broke through the cultivation barrier in one go.

"Haha, I’ve also broken through!"

Ye Qinglian took advantage of the situation, stepping into the Seventh-layered Immortal Emperor.

"This!"

Yao Changsheng was speechless, thinking to himself that he was a dignified Primordial Body with Yin Yang Divine Pupils, as well as the reincarnation of a Thirty-third Layer Immortal Emperor, yet he’s surpassed by a girl?

Thinking of this, he was left speechless and choked up.

Ye Feng sat in his seat.

As the sect members broke through their realms, he could feel himself becoming stronger. But since he was already at the forty-seventh layer of the Creation Realm, the boost from the sect members’ breakthroughs wasn’t very significant.

He picked up the porcelain bowl and took a sip of the soup.

Sweet upon entry, the taste lingered endlessly.

It was the best soup Ye Feng had ever tasted. Just a sip made him feel comfortable all over, as if sitting on a giant flying boat, wandering the four seas.

"Truly delicious!"

"We should raise chickens in the sect, preferably ones with Phoenix Bloodline, so that we can eat more eggs and chicken soup in the future, to nourish the disciples."

"Unfortunately, chickens are hard to catch!"

Ye Feng lamented like this.

...

Southern Domain of the Shenzhou Continent.

A ruin suddenly burst open, and Silent Death Emperor leapt out, his aura returning to its peak, and his severed wings completely restored.

"Damn you, Ye Feng, just you wait!"

Unable to swallow his anger, he headed directly towards the Misty Sect.

...

Southern Domain of the Mystique Kingdom.

Misty Sect.

The sect members had finished breaking through and were adjusting their states in the Sect Main Plaza. Even the most recently initiated Ninth Generation Disciples had already been promoted to a One-layered Immortal Emperor.

Their foundation was extremely solid.

Each one was a true genius.

"Ye Feng, you must die!"

On this day of great joy, a voice filled with anger and murderous intent exploded, not only causing the Misty Sect members to vomit blood but also attracting the attention of countless cultivators across the Shenzhou Continent, who immediately looked over.

"It’s Silent Death Emperor!"

"His chicken wings have grown back."

"He’s going to the Misty Sect to seek revenge!"

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

Ye Feng soared into the air, staring at the aggressive Silent Death Emperor, placing a half bowl of Phoenix Soup in front of him, grinning as he said, "So it’s Silent Death Emperor, coming from afar, with no special hospitality, would you like some soup?"

Silent Death Emperor was about to curse angrily.

But he found the soup’s aroma rich, with a sense of law similar to his own origin and thought if he drank it, it could benefit him greatly.

So he subconsciously asked:

"Damned Ye Feng, do you think that by softening and offering me soup at this moment, you can quell the fury in this emperor’s heart? Wishful thinking!"

This statement echoed loudly.

The cultivators across Shenzhou heard it loud and clear.

"Ye Feng softened?"

"No way?"

"His head is even tougher than Brother Flathead’s, would he actually willingly submit to Silent Death Emperor?"

"It seems Sect Master Ye doesn’t want the Misty Sect disciples to be hunted by Silent Death Emperor, so he decided to soften. Truly a diligent sect master!"

People from various powers commented.

But, what Ye Feng said next was like a sudden chaotic dance, almost breaking everyone’s backs in surprise.

"Silent Death Emperor, you’ve misunderstood. I’m not softening to you. I’m here to tell you that we just used your chicken wings to stew a big pot of soup in the Misty Sect. This is the last small bowl, and it’s quite delicious."

With that, Ye Feng downed the bowl of soup.

"Haha, so refreshing!"

"If possible, could you cut off your wings again? I’m looking forward to making more soup!"

"Oh right, I also like eating eggs. I hope you won’t be ungrateful."

Ye Feng laughed cheekily.

"You! Courting death!"

Finding out that his wings were stewed into soup and drunk by Ye Feng, and worse, that the other party wanted to eat his eggs, Silent Death Emperor was instantly enraged, his nostrils flaring with fire, and he launched a full-wheelage attack.

"Hmph!"

Ye Feng snorted coldly, using his Holy Divine Form to blow Silent Death Emperor away and swiftly caught up, taking out the Purple Gold Divine Sword forged with Realm Source Purple Gold, pinpointing a spot on Silent Death Emperor’s wing according to previous research.

Crack!

Silent Death Emperor’s wing dislocated on the spot.

Ye Feng pressed the advantage, instantly executing tens of thousands of sword strikes, all hitting the weak points of the wing, slicing off the freshly grown wings again at the base.

"How is this possible?"

Silent Death Emperor’s face was horrified.

"Everything is possible."

Ye Feng gave a flying kick, punting the severed wing to the Sect Main Plaza, then pursued Silent Death Emperor while slashing at the root of the other wing.

"You’re a devil!"

Silent Death Emperor was terrified, his whole body shivering, flapping wildly to shed most of his feathers, transforming into countless swords aimed at Ye Feng.

"You have such a move?"

Ye Feng was stunned, clasped his hands together, causing a vortex to appear in front of him, collecting all the feathers, and then, he saw a completely bald large turkey flapping its remaining wing, flying away in embarrassment.

"Ye Feng, just you wait!"

Silent Death Emperor shouted the harshest words while fleeing the fastest, disappearing into the depths of the universe in the blink of an eye, his whereabouts elusive even to Ye Feng.

"He actually fled?"

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow, not pursuing.

Because even he didn’t know where Silent Death Emperor had gone, it was as if he’d vanished from this world.

"Silent Death Emperor couldn’t withstand it?"

Across the universe, all the ancient Immortal Emperors who were watching the battle were petrified on the spot after witnessing the entire event.

[Good night!]