The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 111: Strong Physique Comes from Persistent Training

Translator: 549690339

Atop Misty Peak.

Qiao Jiaxi, carrying a wooden bucket, ran down the mountain along the stone stairs.

“One, two, three, four!”

As Qiao Jiaxi ran, he chanted rhythmically, his breath steady, light as a swallow, not at all like an ordinary person.

“It really is strange, these past few years, my constitution has become better and better; no matter how much I run, I don’t feel tired,” Qiao Jiaxi muttered to himself as he ran.

Although he was still an ordinary person, he could easily jump over a three-meter wall, run continuously for an hour without getting tired, and his strength was not small; he could compete with the old oxen in the village.

At this moment, Ye Feng soared into the air, his gaze piercing through the Misty Area, watching Qiao Jiaxi carrying the bucket as he ran along.

“This kid possesses the Ancient God Bloodline; I must have him exercise more, fully stimulate his potential, to facilitate the advancement of the Ancient God physique,” Ye Feng thought to himself.

This was a method he had thought of based on the prompts from the System.

Back in the Scripture Pavilion of Whitefloat City, Ye Feng had by chance read about Body Cultivation Practitioners in ancient texts.

The most important thing for these cultivators was to constantly break through the limits of the human body, to stimulate their potential to the greatest extent.

Based on this, Ye Feng planned to have Qiao Jiaxi progress step by step, continually increasing the intensity of his training, drinking Spirit Spring Water when thirsty, eating meals to his heart’s content when hungry, to absolutely push his potential to the limit.

And Qiao Jiaxi, worthy of having the Ancient God physique, had run continuously up three thousand steps, all the way to the foot of the mountain, and although he was breathing heavily, he did not stop to rest, and continued along the path toward Lin Village by the riverside.

By the river, Qiao Jiaxi swiftly filled two buckets with water, one in each hand, keeping his arms parallel to the ground, and started running back at a slightly slower pace than on his way there.

A few elderly men sitting at the entrance of the village smoking their pipes watched in awe as Qiao Jiaxi ran past them, their gazes following his movements.

“Whose lad is this, with such incredible strength?”

“Look, he seems to be running toward Misty Peak. He must be a disciple of Immortal Master Ye.”

“My heavens! This young Immortal Master is actually hopping up the mountain, three steps at a time. Disciples of Immortal Master Ye are indeed as terrifying as this.”

The old men were so startled that they stood up, watching unblinkingly as Qiao Jiaxi continued to run toward the peak, soon disappearing into the misty waist of the mountain, out of sight.

Not long after.

The villagers of Lin Village noticed that Qiao Jiaxi was again running down the mountain with wooden buckets, refilling them with water and beginning another round trip.

By mid-morning, Qiao Jiaxi had already made several trips.

“This is incredible, it’s not even lunchtime yet, and Immortal Master Ye’s top disciple has already made several round trips. He is truly formidable,” the village chief of Lin Village exclaimed in admiration.

An old man called out to Qiao Jiaxi as he passed by: “Are you a top disciple of Immortal Master Ye?”

“Are you referring to our Sect Leader, grandfather?” Qiao Jiaxi stopped.

“It seems you are indeed a top disciple of Immortal Master Ye. But does an Immortal Master also need to carry water for drinking?” the old man asked.

“This is a task the Sect Leader gave me; I have to carry water back and forth ten times a day. However, it’s not for drinking, it’s for watering the trees.” After saying that, Qiao Jiaxi continued running up the mountain.

“Back and forth ten times a day, isn’t that going to exhaust someone to death?”

“You don’t know a thing; this is the method of cultivating immortality.”

“If carrying water can cultivate immortality, then I, an old man, want to cultivate as well!”

“Cultivate my hammer! You’ll probably throw out your back after just one trip with the water.”

The villagers of Lin Village continued their discussion.

Finally, by the afternoon, Qiao Jiaxi had completed the ten round trips. Noticing his legs were faintly aching, he set the buckets down by the wall and lay down on the grass, breathing rapidly.

“How do you feel?” Ye Feng appeared nearby and asked.

“Tired!” Qiao Jiaxi said, shielding his eyes from the sun.

“Being tired is exactly right. Next, follow the first movement in this manual and start with three hundred reps.” Ye Feng placed a small booklet on the ground.

After Qiao Jiaxi opened it, she found it described peculiar Body Refinement methods like fingertip push-ups, head-butting bells, and chest-smashing stones.

“Push-ups… that’s easy.” Qiao Jiaxi used two fingers to touch the stone slab and began the exercise.

But after more than a hundred reps, Qiao Jiaxi was tired, her breathing became heavier, and she thought to herself that if it hadn’t been for the back and forth between the river and the peak ten times, she definitely could have easily completed the task of three hundred.

“Do you know why I’m having you do this?” Ye Feng sat in a lounge chair, took a sip of hot water, and asked.

“The Sect Master asked this disciple to do so, there must be a reason.” After finishing, Qiao Jiaxi began to breathe with her mouth, clearly very tired.

“You lack root bone, unable to cultivate the Cultivation Technique “Five Qi Dynasty Yuan” like other disciples, but you have a unique physique, suited for the Body Cultivation path. All of this is to build your foundation.” Ye Feng said.

“So, I can undergo Body Refinement!” Qiao Jiaxi’s eyes were firm as if she had found her direction, “Sect Master, you said my physique is special, but what exactly is it?”

“You are one in ten thousand, with an Ancient Divine Body!” Ye Feng said, his voice commanding and resounding in Qiao Jiaxi’s mind.

The body of an ancient god was essentially a Divine Body.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Jiaxi’s mind buzzed again, and she widened her eyes: “I have a Divine Body? It turns out, I actually have a Divine Body!”

Qiao Jiaxi was very excited!

He felt full of strength as if he had returned to the time when he was plowing the fields in his village, and because he found the old water buffalo too slow, he kicked it away and plowed three acres of land on his own with an iron plow.

With this in mind, Qiao Jiaxi increased his pace and finally completed three hundred fingertip push-ups, then sprang up from the ground and stood in front of Ye Feng: “Sect Master, what should I do next in my cultivation?”

“Do you feel tired?” Ye Feng asked.

“Not tired.” Qiao Jiaxi shook his head.

Ye Feng slapped him on the top of his head: “Tell the truth!”

“Very tired, but I can hold on,” Qiao Jiaxi quickly corrected.

“Go and drink Spirit Spring Water until you’re full, then carry this stone stele on your back along the stone steps, back and forth, until you collapse from exhaustion!” Ye Feng’s voice was slightly cold, filled with authority.

“Collapse from exhaustion?” Qiao Jiaxi hesitated for a moment, but the next moment, he drank a full five pounds of Spirit Spring Water, and, gasping for breath, he started down the mountain with the three hundred-pound stone stele that Ye Feng had somehow acquired.

“Is he really a Divine Body?”

At this moment, the other disciples all gathered around Ye Feng, their faces full of curiosity.

“Sort of… Actually, one can only say he has the potential to develop an Ancient Divine Body, but whether he can activate it still depends on whether he works hard enough.” Ye Feng fell silent for a moment before ultimately revealing the truth.

“If our junior disciple truly awakens the Divine Body, what will happen then?” Long Tianxing blinked and gestured with his hand, “He should grow taller than me, right?”

Ye Feng gave him a glance and said, “When all of you reach a certain age, you will naturally grow taller; it has little to do with what kind of physique you have.”

At this moment, Ye Feng sensed something and looked towards Beacon Fire City, only to spot a giant bird flapping its wings toward them in midair, with a wingspan of fifteen meters and a chubby figure sitting on its back.

“I actually forgot about my agreement with Zheng Yaoshou.” When Ye Feng saw the person’s appearance, he slapped his forehead and immediately went up into the sky.

“Sect Master Ye, I finally found you!”

Zheng Yaoshou waved at Ye Feng, piloting a rather flashy Puppet bird close to Misty Peak, then landed at the peak under Ye Feng’s guidance.

Ye Feng introduced him to the disciples: “This is Zheng Yaoshou from the Hundred Artifacts Sect, a highly skilled Artifact Refiner.”

“Sect Master Ye flatters me. Actually, my Artifact Refining skills are quite average.” Zheng Yaoshou waved his hand modestly, embarrassed, but he was still pleased inside as he looked over the Misty Sect disciples.

When Zheng Yaoshou’s eyes fell on Huo Yunjie, his look changed and Huo Yunjie also widened his eyes, looking uncertainly at Zheng Yaoshou.

“You’re Yun Jie!”

“You’re Yaoshi!”

It took a while for Huo Yunjie and Zheng Yaoshou to recognize each other, then suddenly they pointed at each other and yelled out the other’s nickname.

Ye Feng and the other disciples watched this scene, their mouths agape in surprise, not expecting the two to know each other.

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