The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 688: Chapter 688: Accepting a Disciple, Tyrant Sword Cultivator Wu Lang, Crimson Moon Era
 

In just a few short days, Whitefloat City had seen an influx of hundreds of thousands of people!

Most of them came in admiration, attempting to join the Misty Sect as cultivators.

“Since they’re here, let’s recruit now.”

Ye Feng stroked his chin and gave Gong Qingqiu orders to recruit Third Generation Disciples, Sect Stewards, and Elders.

Upon receiving the command, Gong Qingqiu headed for Whitefloat City.

In the newly built plaza of Whitefloat City.

Gong Qingqiu hovered in the air, looking down at the more than a hundred thousand people who had gathered below, and couldn’t help but be astounded.

“When was it ever so easy for our Misty Sect to recruit people? Following the Sect Leader’s battle that shocked the world, the entire Shenzhou Continent was stirred. So many people came in admiration; it’s truly incomparable to the past,” Gong Qingqiu mused.

Gong Qingqiu sighed with emotion.

Li Zilong, who stood next to him, carrying the Mad Dragon Bone Spear, said with a smile, “The main reason is that our Sect has grown stronger, right?”

“Yes, indeed!” Gong Qingqiu nodded his head.

Only if the Sect grows stronger will more people join, and the more people that join, the stronger the Sect will become.

This is a positive feedback loop!

That’s why, once a Sect starts to prosper, as long as it can endure, it generally grows stronger over time.

Of course, every Sect has its own potential limits.

Some Sects located in remote areas might have their peak at the Two-Star or Three-Star Rank.

But a Sect like Misty Peak, with the renowned Sect Leader Ye Feng shaking the Shenzhou Continent, coupled with teleportation arrays connecting various places, as well as a super large Spirit Vein and the Spirit Consolidating Ancestral Tree, the potential is boundless.

Thinking of this, Gong Qingqiu said aloud:

“Fellow Daoists, I am Gong Qingqiu, an Elder of Misty Sect and also the Lord of Whitefloat City.”

“The item I hold in my hand is called the ‘Fate Purple Gold Bell.’ Touching this bell and making it ring signifies that you are fated with our Misty Sect and may join our Sect.”

“Now, please form an orderly queue!”

As the words came out, everyone was surprised.

The Fate Purple Gold Bell?

They had never heard of such a thing before.

There was quickly a buzz of discussion among the crowd.

The cultivators who came from outside and the local cultivators of Whitefloat City talked for a while, and then they understood that Misty Sect recruited disciples not based on talent, but on fate.

As long as one was fated, they could join the Sect.

“That’s great!”

“I originally thought that to be recruited as a disciple by Misty Sect, one must have an extremely high innate talent. Now it seems I also have a chance.”

“But what about my supreme grade talent? I thought I could join Misty Sect because of it!”

The emergence of the Fate Purple Gold Bell caused a sensation.

Cultivators from all over the Shenzhou Continent formed lines to touch the Fate Purple Gold Bell one by one.

Dinglingling!

Soon, the sound of the bell rang out.

“Haha, wonderful!” A young man who was two meters tall, with a burly body and carrying a heavy sword, was overjoyed.

He had made the Fate Purple Gold Bell ring, which meant he could join the Sect.

“Those who have qualified to join the Sect, please gather over here.”

Gong Qingqiu waved her arm, signaling everyone to wait behind her, and the tall youth with the heavy sword hurried over.

Apart from him, there were quite a few others who had passed the test as well.

“What’s your name?”

Gong Qingqiu looked at the youth with the heavy sword, his face covered in sideburns, and estimated that he was in his thirties, “The Sect has a rule that only those under twenty years old can become disciples.”

“What?” The sideburns-wielding heavy sword youth was stunned, “Elder, I just look a bit older, but I’m actually only eighteen!”

“You’re only eighteen?” Gong Qingqiu’s eyes widened.

She extended her hand and sent out a strand of vital energy into the body of the sideburns-wielding heavy sword youth, probing his bone age. Her expression gradually turned to one of surprise.

“Indeed, you’re about eighteen, but although there is spiritual energy in your body, you’re not a normal Qi Refinement cultivator. It seems to be a special form of Body Cultivation, odd!”

Gong Qingqiu became even more astonished.

“Elder, my name is Wu Lang. I am a Tyrant Sword Cultivator!” the young man with sideburns and heavy sword quickly introduced himself.

“Tyrant Sword Cultivator… What is that?”

Gong Qingqiu was stunned.

She knew about Sword Cultivators, but it was her first time hearing about a “Tyrant Sword Cultivator,” which caused her to fall into deep thought.

“The Tyrant Sword Cultivator is a branch of Sword Cultivators.” At that moment, a clear and pleasant voice slowly reached their ears.

Everyone looked towards the source of the voice.

They saw a tall woman with purple hair holding ancient tomes, walking on air coming their way, her body shrouded in a faint purple mist that obscured her true appearance.

“Greetings to Senior Sister Ziling!”

The Third Generation and Second-generation Disciples, who were responsible for assisting with recruitment, saw Ji Ziling and promptly bowed their hands in salute.

“It’s Fairy Ziling!”

“It is said that she is a First Generation Disciple of Misty Sect, and also the acting Pavilion Master of the Misty Sect’s Scripture Pavilion. After we join the Sect, we can ask Senior Sister Ziling for the Cultivation Techniques we’ll practice.”

“I also heard that Senior Sister Ziling has profound cultivation, having already stepped into the intermediate Spirit Sea Realm. She is a top genius among the younger generation.”

The arrival of Ji Ziling immediately sparked a heated discussion.

“Ziling, do you know about the Tyrant Sword Cultivator?” Gong Qingqiu asked curiously.

Ji Ziling touched her chin and said:

“Of course, I know. There are many types of Sword Cultivators, including Spirit Sword Cultivators, Tyrant Sword Cultivators, Heavenly Sword Cultivators, and so on.”

“Among them, Tyrant Sword Cultivators absorb Spiritual Energy but use it for physical tempering, similar to Body Cultivation.”

“The swords they wield are also very heavy but even more domineering.”

“Usually, Tyrant Sword Cultivators rarely use external release type Spells and prefer to fight in close combat with their heavy swords.”

“Because their way of fighting is too domineering, they have been named ‘Tyrant Sword Cultivators,’ and can be regarded as Body Cultivators who wield swords.”

Upon hearing this, the whole place was surprised.

“Worthy of being Senior Sister Ziling, the acting Pavilion Master of the Scripture Pavilion and the encyclopedia of Misty Sect, you really do know a lot.”

The Second-generation and Third Generation disciples praised her.

“Yes, I am a Tyrant Sword Cultivator! But because I followed the path of the Tyrant Sword Cultivator, I grew up too quickly. I’m only eighteen years old but am always mistaken for being in my thirties,” Wu Lang said with a sense of realization, nodding his head repeatedly as Ziling was able to describe the ins and outs of Tyrant Sword Cultivators more clearly than he knew himself.

“So that’s how it is, I’ve learned something new,” Gong Qingqiu nodded, picking up a new term.

“Elder, I still have tasks to deal with, so I will take my leave now.”

Ji Ziling nodded to Gong Qingqiu and then, with the six tall and beautiful female disciples behind her, flew towards the City Lord’s Mansion and used the Teleportation Array to go to other areas.

“Although I don’t know what she looks like, that Fairy Ziling must surely be a beauty akin to a Heavenly Immortal. I really want to catch a glimpse of her appearance!”

“You must be dreaming.”

After Ziling left, the crowd continued their discussion.

Before long, Gong Qingqiu resumed screening the Cultivators present, striving to recruit a full ten thousand Third Generation Disciples as soon as possible.

On the peak of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on a golden cushion, staring at the gigantic crimson moon hanging high in the sky, lost in thought.

“The Celestial Clan lives in Suspended Mountain, which is very dangerous; I cannot go there in a short period of time.”

“However, when my strength is sufficient, I shall be able to use a Heavenly Stele Fragment to go to Suspended Mountain and catch the Celestial Clan by surprise!”

“It can be said that the Heavenly Stele is a trump card!”

“This item, I must keep safe.”

Ye Feng looked at three Heavenly Stele Fragments lying in front of him, contemplating his many future plans.

After a long while,

he lifted his head and again gazed at the Hundredfold Crimson Moon.

“Now, the Sun has been devoured, the Hundredfold Crimson Moon hangs in the sky, never setting, plant-based Demon Fiends run rampant, and the people cannot make a living.”

“This, should be considered a Dark Age.”

Ye Feng murmured.

“Indeed, this is a new Dark Age. If possible, I would like to call it the ‘Crimson Moon Era.'”

A cool voice rang out not far away.

Ye Feng looked down and over.

A beautiful figure wearing a light veil stood suspended in mid-air, bringing bursts of fragrance along with her.