The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Wah wah wah..."

The golden fat goose lay on the ground with its back to the sky, wailing in pain.

Ye Feng walked up slowly.

He was about to knock out the fat goose and take it back to Misty Sect when he noticed a streak of golden imprint appearing on his palm.

"Eh! It's the Remnant Mark of the Beast Deity!"

This streak of mark merged into his palm and quickly dissipated.

"System, there's no problem with this thing, right?"

Ye Feng thought to himself.

"Aura imprint, harmless," said the System.

"Oh, that's good then," Ye Feng nodded.

After merging with the Remnant of the Beast Deity, Ye Feng emitted a familiar aura that the golden fat goose recognized.

It immediately stopped crying, widened its goose eyes, stared at Ye Feng, blinked violently a few times, and then lunged at him, hugging Ye Feng's calves with both wings, crying loudly.

"Master, you're alive again, and you've even become handsomer, gaga! I still prefer how you look now, young and strong. You were too old before; your skin was all wrinkled."

The fat goose barraged him with complaints.

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

If the Beast Deity knew about this from the afterlife, wouldn't he be so angry that he would come back to life?

As he watched the golden fat goose rub its tearful goose head against his trousers, leaving wet trails, he really wanted to kick it ten thousand miles away.

"Let go!" Ye Feng said through clenched teeth.

"I won't!" The fat goose hugged him even tighter.

"Iron pot stewed goose!" Ye Feng said with a dark face.

With a "whoosh" sound.

The fat goose immediately released its wings, striking a pose with its wings folded behind its back, head held high, standing next to Ye Feng, giving Dragon Yuanqing and the others a sidelong glance, as if it had found a reliable backing, very flamboyant.

Seeing its antics, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel amused.

This fat goose was fearless of both heaven and earth; the key was that it knew how to find strong support. It was as fierce as Brother Flathead when it came down to it.

It looked like Misty Sect was going to be in for some "goose flying and badger leaping" from now on.

"Master, want a fruit?"

The fat goose offered a large, red, bizarre spirit fruit to Ye Feng with its beak.

Looking at the spirit fruit bitten by its tiny, sharp golden teeth, Ye Feng had a strange expression, caught between eating and not eating.

"You eat it."

In the end, Ye Feng said this.

Crack!

The fat goose immediately bit through the spirit fruit and swallowed it, cackling strangely: "I love eating the spirit fruits grown by master the most. But there are always thieves here, it's outrageous!"

The fat goose pointed its wings at Dragon Yuanqing and the others.

"Were these bizarre spirit fruits planted by the Beast Deity?"

Dragon Yuanqing's eyes flashed, and he finally learned the origin of the intriguing spirit fruits.

"Indeed, he planted them," Ye Feng nodded. He approached the Spiritual Spring, reached out his hand, and scooped up a bottle of highly translucent golden dragon blood from the bottom of the pool.

"This is... Dragon God's Blood!"

Dragon Yuanqing exclaimed in shock, "How can this be here?"

Ye Feng explained:

"The creator of the Three Thousand Realms is related to the Dragon God, and the Beast Deity, as the guardian, also knew the Dragon God. This bottle of Dragon God's Blood was left by the Dragon God. Its purpose should be to allow the geniuses of the Dragonfolk Clan who can enter the second stage of Dragon Transformation Form to be born."

After saying that, he handed the Dragon God's Blood to Dragon Yuanqing.

"This should be given to Xing Er," Dragon Yuanqing quickly refused.

"That's also fine." Ye Feng nodded.

Giving this bottle of Dragon God's Blood to Long Tianxing might allow him to advance further and enter the second stage of Dragon Transformation Form.

"Sect Master, when are we heading back to the sect?" Ao Chuan was a bit anxious; he was still looking forward to practicing soon at the rumored Spirit Beasts Platform.

"We're ready," said Ye Feng.

Looking at the nearly harvested ripe bizarre spirit fruits around, he said, "The bizarre spirit fruits were planted by the Beast Deity, cultivated with the special spirit soil of Divine Island, which yields the best effect. No wonder the breeds cultivated elsewhere after being taken away always seem slightly inferior in medicinal efficacy."

In fact, Ye Feng had considered moving Divine Island away.

But doing so would be detrimental to the Dragonfolk.

After thinking it over, he dismissed the idea and only took some spirit soil with him, planning to look for similar soil later to facilitate the cultivation of bizarre spirit fruits within the sect.

Half an hour later.

Everyone was ready to leave.

Huo Yunjie approached Ye Feng and pointed to the vortex passage in the sky that led to the Divine Race's Lesser Thousand World: "Sect Master, will keeping this passage always open be detrimental to us?"

"No," Ye Feng shook his head.

Not only would this passage remain open long-term, but shortly, he also planned to decipher the entrance and exit of the Three Thousand Realms so that it would stay open permanently. In this way, it would facilitate the travel between the Three Realms.

On the return journey.

Ye Feng shared his thoughts with Long Yuanqing.

"Sect Master Ye wishes that the portal to the Three Thousand Realms could remain open at all times? I wish the same, as this would make entering and leaving the Three Thousand Realms much more convenient,"

Long Yuanqing agreed immediately.

Hearing this, Ye Feng was extremely pleased.

A moment later.

He stood in front of the gigantic portal of the Three Thousand Realms, using the Heart of Wisdom to deduce its secrets. After half an hour, he finally deciphered the teleportation gate so that it would not close again.

But for safety's sake, the Dragonfolk Clan would assign powerful guards to the portal to prevent beings from the Three Thousand Realms from breaking through.

Having arranged all of this, Ye Feng bid farewell to Long Yuanqing.

Swish!

As he crushed the Teleportation Talisman, the Misty Sect's group instantly transformed into a streak of white light that shot up into the sky, returning to the summit of Misty Peak.

"This is the Misty Sect?"

Ao Chuan surveyed his surroundings and found that the spiritual energy was rich, with two large Spirit Veins in sight.

"Not bad at all!"

Ao Chuan was very satisfied and, with a glance, he quickly discovered the Spirit Beasts Platform not far away and quickly landed on it.

"Almost Emperor!"

As Ao Chuan arrived, the Flame Emperor Demon, Mountain Divine Monkey, and other Middle Rank Demon Emperors all revealed shocked expressions.

"Fellow Daoists, I am Ao Chuan!"

He looked around and noticed that the Misty Sect had a significant number of Spirit Fruits, and their grades were not low.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist!"

The Mountain Divine Monkey and other Demon Emperors nodded in acknowledgment, proactively making room at the center of the Spirit Beasts Platform.

Ao Chuan sat cross-legged on the Spirit Beasts Platform, realizing that his cultivation speed had indeed surged to five times faster.

"Excellent, truly excellent!"

He quickly closed his eyes and continued practicing "Demon Emperor Art," hoping to reach the Peak of the Demon Emperor soon and then, to break through to the Void Break Realm which symbolized the Demon Emperor.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

A golden fat goose carried its wings on its back, walking back and forth on the peak, curiously surveying its surroundings.

In its view, this was its kingdom!

"Wow, what a big pine tree, I'll fertilize you."

The fat goose ran to the foot of the Thousand-Year Ancient Pine Tree, ready to poop.

"Where did this duck come from? Scram to the side!"

The Thousand-Year Ancient Pine opened its eyes, full of disgust, as a vine dropped down and slapped the golden fat goose, flinging it ten miles away into the Flowing Water River.

Ye Feng just happened to witness this scene.

"Sigh, what a hassle!"

Without watching any longer, he turned around and said to Huo Yunjie, Baixue Ding, and Lin Yuyan:

"Today is the last day of the duel between the geniuses of the two nations. If you're interested, you can ascend the platform to spar."

"Yes," the three of them nodded and immediately flew towards the sky above Whitefloat City.

Looking at the fourteen floating arenas, they understood the situation and immediately became interested.@@novelbin@@

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"Look, Second Senior Brother has returned!"

In midair, disciples such as Jia Yulan, Li Jiaojiao, and Ji Ziling who were gathered together saw Huo Yunjie and waved him over.

"Didn't you guys go up?" Huo Yunjie asked curiously.

"My strength lies in cooking, I'm no match for others in a fight," Li Jiaojiao shook her head.

"I'm fairly strong, but I also can't beat them," Jia Yulan also expressed her helplessness.

"I don't want to fight," Ji Ziling was also shaking her head.

Although her combat strength was high, she preferred reading books to dueling.

"All right then!" Huo Yunjie felt somewhat helpless, and with the Frost Sword and Heavenly Frost Sword in hand, he looked towards the arena.

"Fellow Daoist, I see that you have a refined appearance, outstanding valor, and an overwhelming aura; I definitely can't beat you, perhaps you could just rub me into the ground with one finger..."

The voice of the chatterbox King of Cursed Praise Ping'an reached their ears.

The next moment.

Boom boom boom!

Ping'an took out a large handful of Lower Grade Bursting Origin Pills from his Storage Bag, and without any hesitation, threw them at his terrified opponent, setting off a horrific explosion.

"Damn it, can't you change your tactic..." Not surprisingly, Ping'an's 43rd opponent was blown away, defeated, and cursing.

"Junior Brother Wang's cursed praise is almost impossible for anyone to withstand, it's too perverse," Huo Yunjie's mouth twitched.

The other disciples of the Misty Sect nodded, agreeing completely.

"True Dragon Form!"

Just then, from far away on the number five platform, came the familiar voice of Long Tianxing.

True Dragon Form?

Everyone got interested and looked in the direction of the voice.