The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 997: Chapter 997: Peaceful Days, Undersea Divine Race, Cruel Methods

Misty Sect.

Seven days had passed since that great battle.

Ye Feng was lying on his side in a bamboo chair, watching Pig San Pang graze on the grass. To his amusement, he found the pig had transformed into a human form but had somehow retained a large pig's head.

Giggles! Giggles!

Pig San Pang lay on the ground, his bottom high in the air, ceaselessly nibbling on the spirit grass atop Misty Peak, growing fatter by the minute. His round and plump body must have weighed at least three hundred pounds.

He was completely oblivious to Ye Feng behind him.

"Ah, the grass on the peak is so delicious!"

As Pig San Pang munched on the spirit grass, drool pooled from his mouth. By now, he had grown into a Demon Emperor of the Void Break Realm Level. Even a mere droplet of his drool provided a massive boost of nutrients to the grass of the peak.

The grass he had eaten quickly grew back, healthier and lusher than before.

"Is it really that tasty?"

Ye Feng's voice suddenly rang out, startling Pig San Pang so much that he jumped three feet into the air.

"Sect... Sect Leader!"

Pig San Pang immediately turned around to face Ye Feng and noticed he was flipping through a book, its cover faintly displaying the following large characters:

Three Hundred Ways to Cook Pork.

"Gurgle!"

Pig San Pang let out a frightened squeal, but because Ye Feng was there, he didn't dare run away.

Seeing that Pig San Pang didn't answer, Ye Feng squatted down.

He casually plucked a strand of spirit grass and washed it clean with Spirit Spring Holy Water before chewing on it, discovering that it really did have a pleasant taste.

The spirit grass tasted sweet and sour.