The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 237: A Special Apprenticeship Gift, Hu Yuan’s Plan
Not just Ye Feng, but the other disciples were also bewildered.

Especially Mo Ying, whose bright eyes behind the black veil were filled with astonishment.

She had seen many an alchemist.

Those people’s cultivation levels were quite decent, but to craft an upper-grade Detoxifying Qi Pill, one’s own cultivation needed to be at least at the Qi Refinement Seventh Layer, otherwise it was difficult to endure the enormous consumption during the crafting process.

However, with Wang Ping’an, it was different.

At the Qi Refinement Third Layer, he could actually craft an upper-grade Detoxifying Qi Pill, comparable to someone at the Qi Refinement Seventh Layer!

Such alchemy talent could be said to be extremely high.

“What kind of place is Little Emerald Peak exactly, to be able to cultivate such an incredible alchemy prodigy? Or is it because he possesses the body of a Pill King that he can do this?”

Mo Ying was very interested in this unfamiliar power.

She caressed her cheek with her hand, hoping that one day Wang Ping’an would be able to craft that kind of elixir, allowing her to confidently remove her veil and not have to wear the black veil and conical hat every day, even when sleeping.

…

In front of the reclining chair.

Ye Feng didn’t need to look at the elixir in Wang Ping’an’s hand to know that he had succeeded.

After all, the system had given a notification.

“Hmm, not bad, well done!”

After a word of praise, Ye Feng took out an Outer Sect Disciple Identity Token which had the words “Outer Sect Wang Ping’an” embossed on it, “This is your identity token, it has functions like message transmission, defense, and Sword Beam Emission, get familiar with it!”

“Thank you, Sect Leader!” Wang Ping’an received the identity token, happily hopping on the spot before kneeling on the ground, “Sect Leader, now that I’m an outer sect disciple, could you perhaps take me as…”

Before he could finish the word “disciple,” Ye Feng had already drawn his sword.

Wang Ping’an quickly shut his mouth.

Looking at Wang Ping’an, who constantly wished to take him as a master, Ye Feng was a bit troubled, feeling this couldn’t go on. After pondering for a moment, his eyes lit up, and he said:

“Our Misty Sect once had an inscrutable Old Sect Leader, who is also my senior brother. How about this, you take the Old Sect Leader as your master, from now on, I will be your Sect Master Uncle, and I can take the place of the Old Sect Leader to teach you.”

Having said this, Ye Feng felt like a genius.

That he could come up with such a clever plan was just amazing.

“Can we really do it like this?” Wang Ping’an’s eyes widened, he just wanted to take a master, and he didn’t have any ulterior motives, why did it have to be so complicated!

However, the thought of being able to take a master still made him compromise.

“Since it’s like this, please accept my bow, Sect Master Uncle!” Wang Ping’an immediately knelt on the ground and gave Ye Feng nine consecutive deep kowtows.

Ye Feng sat in his place, took the Spiritual Tea that Wang Ping’an offered, and poured it onto the ground, looking up at the sky and saying, “Senior Brother, today I take Wang Ping’an as a disciple on your behalf, from now on, you are his master. On normal days, your junior brother will help you teach him well. With this, you can rest in peace.”

After finishing, Ye Feng placed the teacup on the table beside him.

The next moment, a wisp of blue smoke rose to the sky.

Ye Feng and the other disciples blinked, looking towards the mid-slope of the back mountain of Misty Peak, only to see a tomb there emitting blue smoke, their expressions gradually turning strange.

“I remember that seems to be the grave of our master.” Huo Yunjie murmured.

“Isn’t that the ancestral grave emitting blue smoke?” Long Tianxing’s eyes widened with excitement, “I’ve heard that’s a good omen!”

Ye Feng’s eyes widened with an odd feeling.

He quickly turned to a bewildered Wang Ping’an, asking, “Did this also happen after you took a master before?”

Wang Ping’an thought carefully and nodded, “It seems about the same, I remember after burying the old ancestor, I took the second ancestor as my master, and not long after, the ancestral grave also emitted blue smoke.”

“…”

Ye Feng had nothing to say in response.

He had confirmed one thing.

Anyone who became a disciple of Wang Ping’an seemed to have no good end—it was very likely that there was something strange about Wang Ping’an that cursed anyone who pledged themselves as his disciple.

Thinking of this, Ye Feng looked towards the old Sect Leader’s tomb halfway up the mountain and said, “Brother, since you have already passed away, having Wang Ping’an take you as his master and thus transferring the disaster would actually be a good thing for the entire Misty Sect!”

After speaking, Ye Feng felt thoroughly refreshed.

In the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

Wang Ping’an spent every day potion making, hardly cultivating at all.

Shi Lei took advantage of this time to cut down a lot of hardwood and, with the help of Master Li, built a fifteen-meter-tall three-story wooden hall on the open space near the Scripture Pavilion.

This hall was named “Alchemy Pavilion.” Wang Ping’an conducted his potion making inside it.

…

Outside Demon City, deep underground.

The Fox Clan Demon King “Hu Yuan” finally woke up from the Blood Pool, his body full of vigor as if he had been reborn.

“Heh heh heh… This king has finally fully fused with the Giant Earth Ape’s Demon King’s physique and adapted to this realm. Although my cultivation level is only that of a peak Demon General, relying on this powerful body, my strength is no weaker than a true Demon King,” he said.

Hu Yuan put his thick hands on the edge of the Blood Pool and slowly stood up.

His appearance had changed drastically compared to some time ago.

Firstly, his body had shrunk a bit, now only nine meters tall, with his fur becoming completely snow-white, resembling that of a white fox.

Behind him, he had grown three fluffy fox tails.

His legs had become thicker, similar to those of the Giant Ape, but his arms had grown into human-like limbs, completing a thorough transformation.

“Although I have completed the fusion of bloodlines, this king has consumed a lot of strength in the process. It’s time to replenish, say, by devouring a Spiritual Vein Core,” he mused.

Hu Yuan walked steadily, step by step, towards the surface.

Having fused with the Demon King’s physique would allow his strength to skyrocket, but in this lifetime, unless he could ascend to the Divine Origin Realm, he wouldn’t have the ability to transform into human form for now.

Demon City.

Hu Yuan stood on the high platform in the center of the city, overlooking the rebuilt Demon City, noting new buildings everywhere, along with many Demon Race members joining. Now, Demon City had an army of fifty thousand of the Demon Race.

“Good job!” Hu Yuan said to a nearby Demon General.

“It is all thanks to the great teachings of our Demon King and the joint efforts of many soldiers,” the Demon General didn’t dare take all the credit, fearing that Hu Yuan might kill him with a single slap.

“Demon King, what should we do next?” another middle-rank Demon General asked softly.

“Bring me the map,” Hu Yuan ordered.

A Demon General promptly spread out a map that was several meters long in midair, covering all areas within a three-thousand-mile radius, home to dozens of star-level forces.

Hu Yuan looked at the map for a while and, pointing at the Qingyun Mountain Range, said, “This place is the closest to our Demon City. We’ll start by attacking it and seizing the Spirit Veins. I need the Spiritual Vein Core to restore my strength and hopefully break through my realm.

An Upper Grade Spirit Stone could be worth a Miniature Spirit Vein’s Core, also containing power comparable to a Demon King’s Demon Pill.

If he could continuously devour several cores, Hu Yuan believed he should be able to break through to the Spirit Sea Realm.

At that point, his strength would greatly increase.

“Yes.”

Several middle-rank Demon Generals nodded in unison, leading over a dozen lower-rank Demon Generals and thousands of Demonic Beasts as the vanguard, heading towards the Qingyun Mountain Range.

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