The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

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Sect Leader's Great Hall.

Ye Feng sat upright in the seat of honor, with the Sect Name Register spread out in front of him, holding a brush and diligently writing Xia Wenwen's information.

Slap!

With the stamping of the Sect Leader's Seal by Ye Feng, this little girl, only seven years old, finally formally joined the Misty Sect.

"Wow, I've become the Fourth Generation Senior Sister!"

Xia Wenwen shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice spreading throughout the entire Misty Sect, drawing everyone's attention.

"Younger martial sister has become a Fourth Generation Disciple?"

"Yeah, it's a new year now, and I remember the Sect Leader mentioning that only ten thousand disciples are recruited each year, so our little martial sister must be the very first Fourth Generation Disciple."

"So, she instantly became a Senior Sister?"

"Just of the Fourth Generation."

"But that still makes her a Senior Sister!"

The disciples started discussing, some even flew towards Misty Peak, converging in front of the Sect Leader's Great Hall.

Xia Wenwen then hopped out of the doorway.

After a few somersaults mid-air, she landed steadily on the grass, her little face full of smiles.

Xia Wenwen had already changed into brand new disciple attire.

Dressed in white robes and a white skirt, she exuded immortal qi, and hanging on her waist belt was an Inner Sect Disciple Identity Token.

"Congratulations, Senior Sister."

"Hello, Senior Sister!"

Teased the other disciples.

"Hmph!" Xia Wenwen pouted, hands on her hips, putting on the air of an older sister, "Every single one of you is actually my senior brother or sister, but you always like to tease me, it's so annoying!"

"We're not joking, we genuinely think that you are the most suited to be the Senior Sister."

The disciples said, laughing.

"Ah! I'm not listening, I'm not listening!" Xia Wenwen covered her ears with her hands and rolled down the hill.

Watching this scene, the disciples were struck dumb.

"Our little martial sister really has an iron head and bones of steel!"

"No help for it, she has a special physique."

"I've heard that although the little martial sister hasn't formally started cultivating, recently she received help from the Sect Leader, which has made her body extremely strong. If a fight were to break out, even the Demon King would be afraid of her!"

"She's really a humanoid fierce beast!"

The disciples were amazed as they spoke, growing more and more astonished.

"Don't you all need to cultivate?" Ye Feng's voice came from inside the Sect Leader's Great Hall.

Whoosh!

The disciples vanished in an instant.

"Elder Gong, please come over."

Ye Feng's voice sounded again.

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Inside the Sect Leader's Great Hall.

Gong Qingqiu and Ye Feng sat opposite each other.

On the tea table.

There was a small teapot brewing a leaf of Seven-Colored Enlightenment Tea, emitting a gentle seven-colored aura.

"Now in our fourth year of major development within the Sect, it's time to start recruiting the Fourth Generation Disciples," Ye Feng spoke of the purpose behind calling Gong Qingqiu here.

"Your subordinate understands," Gong Qingqiu responded.

"Wait!" Ye Feng raised his hand, "Don't recruit all ten thousand at once. It's better to concentrate recruitment every month, each time enrolling between five hundred to a thousand."

"Why is that?" Gong Qingqiu asked, not understanding his intention.

"If we fill up ten thousand spots in the first half of the year, what if more suitable disciples appear in the second half? Wouldn't we then miss out?"

Ye Feng countered.

Although it was possible to wait until the next year to recruit them, some exceptional talents might not be willing to wait.

After a moment of thought, Gong Qingqiu grasped Ye Feng's reasoning.

"Your subordinate understands."

After chatting a while longer, Gong Qingqiu took his leave.

On the third day of the new year.

A blockbuster announcement was made.

This month, the Misty Sect intended to recruit five hundred disciples!

As the news broke, it sent shockwaves across the world.

Misty Sect, with four saints, was a super sect. Although its current level was still Four Star, becoming a holy land was a matter already set in stone.

Joining the Misty Sect was akin to joining a Holy Land!

In no time, countless talented youths, accompanied by their parents or even their grandparents who were powerful cultivators, rushed towards the Mystique Kingdom.

On the fifth day of the new year.

In front of the Sect Main Plaza.

Here had already gathered tens of thousands of cultivators, but only several thousand among them were the younger generation; the remaining were the elders of these young cultivators.

"Look, that's the Power Stele."

"It's indeed majestic and impressive."

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"Misty Peak, you must strive to become a disciple of Misty Sect and bring honor to our Mystique Kingdom."

"Okay, great-grandfather."

The cultivators present buzzed with discussion.

Some exhorted their juniors, while others assured their elders, declaring that they would definitely be able to enter the Misty Sect and bring glory to their ancestors.

Thud, thud, thud!

A person approached with steady, rhythmic steps.

All eyes followed the sound.

A sight unfolded as Tian Long, the Commander of the Heavenly Soldiers, led ten thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, their presence echoing with dragon and tiger roars.

"It's the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals of Misty Sect!"

"Quiet, quiet."

The people from the various major powers stopped their discussions.

"Greetings to all my fellow Daoists!" In that moment, Gong Qingqiu stepped forward leisurely, accompanied by Xia Wenwen and other disciples.

The crowd fell silent, waiting for what Elder Gong had to say next.

Midair.

With his hands crossed and placed in front of him, Gong Qingqiu looked around and noticed that although the younger generation present were not very old, most had achieved the Peak of Qi Refinement and even the Element Gathering Realm.

A very few had even reached the Spirit Sea Realm.

"Not bad at all!"

Elder Gong commended, "However, our Misty Sect is only recruiting five hundred disciples this month."

Before arriving at the Sect Main Plaza, these young potential disciples had already passed the test of the Fate Purple Gold Bell.

Despite the selection process, tens of thousands had arrived within just a few days.

With only five hundred spots available, the competition was fierce.

Elder Gong expressed difficulty in choosing, saying, "It's a bit hard to decide!"

"What's so difficult? Defeat me, and you can join the sect. It's that simple, isn't it? But before you fight me, you must pass the trial stages first."

An infantile voice rang out.

Everyone's attention was captured.

The next moment.

The gazes of hundreds of thousands gathered at the plaza all fell on Xia Wenwen, who was about a meter tall.

Clad in the attire of an Inner Sect Disciple of Misty Sect and sporting an Identity Token marked with the symbol "Fourth Generation No.1" on her waist, everyone was taken aback.

"She's a Fourth Generation disciple of the Misty Sect."

"And she's the Senior Brother!"

"As Misty Sect isn't purely a Taoist sect, with distinctions between Senior Brother and Senior Sister, this one is the Fourth Generation Senior Sister."

"If you had not mentioned it, I would've forgotten that pure Taoist sects don't differentiate between 'Senior Sister,' 'Senior Aunt,' and the like. For elders, it's customarily 'Senior Uncle,' 'Senior Brother,' etc. But Misty Sect isn't a pure Taoist sect, so we can use 'Senior Sister.'"

"So, she is the Fourth Generation Senior Sister!"

"If we were to join the Misty Sect, wouldn't we be the Fourth Generation? Does that mean this little girl is our Big Sister?"

The tens of thousands of prodigies present were dumbfounded.

So young, how could she be their Senior Sister?

Soon, everyone started to laugh.

Xia Wenwen jumped onto the table and solemnly announced:

"I am the Fourth Generation Senior Sister of Misty Sect, Xia Wenwen. I will be entirely responsible for today's beginner assessment."

With that, she pointed at one of the youngsters who was laughing the hardest and said, "You, come up and spar with me."

"Me?"

The young man pointed at himself in surprise.

"Yes, you." Xia Wenwen beckoned to him, her body devoid of any outward display of aura.

She looked like just a normal little girl.

"Senior Sister, if I win against you, can I join the sect?"

The young man stood out, his aura growing stronger, reaching the Triple Peak of the Element Gathering Realm.

His name was Cai Ji, thirteen years old.

To have such cultivation at this age was quite impressive.

"Stop talking nonsense and make your move!" Xia Wenwen beckoned again, "Don't waste time."

Cai Ji smirked: "Senior Sister, I apologize in advance for my actions."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cai Ji charged forward.

His fist came smashing down with force.

As a cultivator of the Element Gathering Realm, his body, having been tempered by nature's spiritual energy, was far superior to that of a mortal.

A single punch from him could pierce through a steel plate.

But, the next moment.

An unbelievable scene transpired.

Xia Wenwen simply extended a finger and blocked Cai Ji's heavy punch.

"Didn't you eat?"

With a gentle push from Xia Wenwen, Cai Ji was sent flying backward, caught by the outstretched hand of an elder.

"She's that strong?"

The crowd stared at Xia Wenwen, mouths agape in astonishment.