The Clan Master Can t possibly Be A Mortal

Ji Ziling was overjoyed in her heart: “Yes, Sect Master.”

“Sect Master, why don’t you take me with you?” Wang Ping’an looked at Ye Feng eagerly, with his back scrubbed clean and shining.

“That works,” Ye Feng nodded.

Wang Ping’an possessed the talent of jinxing with his words, which could come in handy. At a critical moment, he might play a significant role.

So, Ye Feng selected six disciples.

The three Liang sisters.

Ji Ziling, Wang Ping’an, Ning Xiangxiang.

Time flew by, and soon it was the seventh day.

The tea party was set to take place that afternoon.

Ji Ziling, who saw Ye Feng still playing mahjong with Gong Qingqiu, Li Zilong, and Hu Feifei, promptly reminded him:

“Sect Master, I just looked at the map. From Misty Sect, we need to fly directly for thirty thousand miles to the northwest to reach the Mystique Capital. If we don’t leave now, I fear we won’t make it in time.”

Ye Feng suddenly burst into laughter.

“I win!” He quickly stood up and revealed his hand.

Hu Feifei, Li Zilong, and Gong Qingqiu covered their faces with their hands and sighed heavily.

Oh, the bitterness in their hearts!

After more than a hundred and thirty rounds, it turned out that all the good cards went to Ye Feng, which was frustrating.

“Elder Gong lost fifty rounds, Elder Li lost thirty-six. That means for the next eighty-six days, you must find time to explain cultivation and spells to the disciples.”

Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards Ji Ziling and the five other disciples who had been waiting at Misty Peak, “Let’s leave immediately, to the Royal Capital!”

“Sect Master, will we make it in time?” Ji Ziling repeated her question.

“The Royal Capital is only thirty thousand miles from here. If we go there, it wouldn’t even take ten breaths, right?”

Ye Feng said so.

He had not been to the Royal Capital before.

But he had already determined the coordinates of the Royal Capital through the map yesterday and marked them via a teleportation order.

“Come on up!”

Ye Feng stood on the Teleportation Array.

Ji Ziling, Wang Ping’an, Ning Xiangxiang, Liang Wanrou, Liang Wanyu, and Liang Wanfen stood behind him.

Hum!

The Teleportation Array emitted a soft white light, transforming the seven people into countless light particles, which finally disappeared completely.

Twenty-four middle-grade Spirit Stones on the teleportation array used up five-thirds of their Spiritual Energy and automatically replenished under the push of the Spirit Gathering Array.

Thirty thousand miles away.

Royal Capital.

A white light appeared out of thin air in the high sky, followed by a special Formation taking shape and revealing seven figures.

“Off by three miles, not bad.”

Ye Feng looked around and noticed that they were only a few miles away from a tall building not far from there, indicating that the deviation wasn’t big.

“Is this… a Teleportation Array?”

Ji Ziling hurriedly checked her book, “It turns out that the stone platform on top of Misty Peak housed a Formation capable of teleporting to any nearby area. No wonder the Sect Master wasn’t in a hurry.”

“Sect Master Ye, did you teleport here?”

The distant summit of that high-rise building resounded with voices full of surprise, drawing everyone’s attention.

Ye Feng looked over, and indeed, the speaker was none other than Third Prince Ling Luotian.

The grey-robed elder stood by, nodding towards Ye Feng in greeting.

“Indeed, we used Misty Sect’s small Teleportation Array to come directly here, and yet, we ended up slightly off course.”

Third Prince Ling Luotian fixed his gaze on Ye Feng, his eyes brimming with astonishment.

A small Teleportation Array?

There was actually such a treasure within Misty Sect?

He was extremely shocked.

As a prodigy who had once traveled to a Four Star Level dynasty, it was natural for the Third Prince to have seen a Teleportation Array before.

In Mystique Kingdom, Teleportation Arrays were basically extinct.

However, in those well-established Four Star Level forces, many sects and cities possessed Teleportation Arrays, which were difficult to obtain and costly to build.

In the Third Prince’s view, the entire Mystique Kingdom lacked such formations, yet, to his astonishment, Ye Feng had actually teleported directly here—it was truly baffling.

“Sect Master Ye must be from outside Mystique Kingdom, and his backing might well be a Four Star Level power.”

“Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to be so wealthy.”

The Third Prince began to speculate wildly.

Ye Feng looked towards the high-rise a few miles away, “Third Prince, is that the most renowned ‘Miaoyin Tea House’ in the Royal Capital?”

“Precisely,” confirmed the Third Prince.

“I’ve heard that the owner of Miaoyin Tea House is a peerless beauty with a Cultivation Level in the Spirit Sea Realm and a mysterious background. Within the Royal Capital, few dare to run wild in the tea house,” said Ning Xiangxiang.

Her understanding of the Royal Capital was not extensive, but that didn’t mean she knew nothing.

The Third Prince had an odd expression on his face.

He knew who the owner of Miaoyin Tea House was, but he had promised not to disclose it to anyone.

So, the Third Prince deftly changed the subject, “Sect Master Ye, since you’ve arrived, please accompany me to the tea house! The other nine permanent elders have all arrived; you’re the only one we’ve been waiting for.”

“Thank you for leading the way,” responded Ye Feng.

The Third Prince walked beside Ye Feng, with the grey-robed elder always maintaining a distance of five feet from him, and the other disciples followed behind.

As they passed by, many turned to look.

“It’s the Third Prince!”

An exclamation rose from the crowd.

“And who is this tall and handsome youth walking shoulder to shoulder with the Third Prince? Could he be a prince from another kingdom?”

Some noticed Ye Feng and began to discuss among themselves.

Ye Feng could not be bothered to explain the curious glances of the crowd.

He and the Third Prince entered the tea house and made their way to the top floor under the astonishing gazes of onlookers.

The view from the top floor was splendid.

Ye Feng took his seat and surveyed the other nine permanent elders, recognizing a familiar face among them.

“Sect Master Ye, it’s been a long time,”

Commandery Prince Shu Qianjun greeted Ye Feng with a cupped fist salute.

“You are Ye Feng?”

“The Sect Master of Misty Sect?”

“The one from Southern River Basin rumored to possess a mid-tier Divine Origin Realm cultivation, an eminent great power?”

The other eight permanent elders set down their teacups one after another and turned their gaze towards Ye Feng.

“Honorable elders, I am the Sect Master of Misty Sect, Ye Feng. Please enlighten me,” Ye Feng spoke calmly from his seat.

The remaining six disciples took their seats behind him.

Ye Feng looked around and noticed that each permanent elder was accompanied by junior members, with varying levels of cultivation.

Sitting behind Commandery Prince Shu Qianjun was Commandery Princess Shu Hongyu.

She sneakily glanced over at Ye Feng and his party, not spotting familiar faces like Mo Ying or Huo Yunjie, and felt slightly disappointed.

“Now that everyone is here, let’s get straight to the point and start selecting the names for the list of outstanding talents,” announced the Third Prince from his head seat, with the grey-robed elder still standing, as if he was unaccustomed to sitting.

A list of outstanding talents?

The young juniors seated, such as Ji Ziling, exchanged glances, all registering surprise at the unfamiliar term.

Could it be that the gathering of ten Divine Origin Realm powers was for the purpose of determining the secretive list of outstanding talents?

The crowd was brimming with questions.