The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

This speed was roughly ten meters per second, which was indeed fast, and the key advantage was that it took a straight line, which saved trouble.

“But this is under ideal conditions; with my current spiritual power, I can’t fly continuously for an hour,” Mo Ying’s words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Ye Feng.

“How much spiritual power do you need to replenish?” Ye Feng asked, producing five lower-grade spirit stones in his palm.

Ye Feng did not want to delay too much on the road, and even if it meant consuming a few spirit stones, it was worth it. Anyway, he wouldn’t lose out after selling the materials.

“Flying two hundred li would require three lower-grade spirit stones,” Mo Ying took only three stones, then fell silent.

“Three spirit stones for a hundred kilometers’ fuel?” Ye Feng complained internally as he put away the remaining two spirit stones.

For the rest of the journey, Mo Ying continuously controlled the flying sword to maintain a steady speed, while Ye Feng, utterly bored, looked around restlessly.

After flying fifty li, Mo Ying would take out a lower-grade spirit stone to replenish the expended energy.

Atop Misty Peak.

At this moment, convinced that Ye Feng would not return any time soon, the Shape-shifting Beast silently recited an incantation and transformed into a white mosquito, flying to the ear of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

Buzzing!

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, resting with eyes closed, suddenly heard the annoying sound of a mosquito by its ear.

Thus, with a “slap,” it flapped its wings and swatted away the mosquito-that-was-actually-the-Shape-shifting Beast, sending it flying to an unknown corner.

“Damn it!”

The Shape-shifting Beast flew back, transforming into an ant, planning to climb to the ear of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle.

But before it could climb up, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle felt a tickle, shook its wings, and the Shape-shifting Beast was swatted away again.

“I don’t believe this!”

The Shape-shifting Beast was persistent.

However, it could not approach the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle no matter what kind of insect it transformed into.

For a moment, its face was almost green with frustration.

Meanwhile, after expending three lower-grade spirit stones, Ye Feng and Mo Ying finally landed in front of an ancient city built entirely with reddish-black stone bricks.

This was Beacon Fire City.

Recent demonic beast disturbances had reduced the city’s population from over a hundred thousand to merely a hundred thousand. The pedestrians in the city were sparse, like frost-stricken eggplants, wilted.

Ye Feng and Mo Ying changed into black coats and donned black veiled hats before walking into the city.

Mo Ying, knowing her way around, took Ye Feng to a rundown grocery store and through a secret passageway into a gloomy underground corridor.

Various stalls lined both sides of the corridor, selling all kinds of demonic beast materials, as well as elixirs, spirit grasses, and more. Every stall owner was dressed similarly to Ye Feng, their true faces obscured.

Mo Ying did not linger in the corridor but led Ye Feng into a shop named “Wuxuan Pavilion.”

“Hey, we have guests. Are you here to buy or sell?” a fat man wrapped in a cloak came out and asked the two of them.

Ye Feng noticed that there seemed to be a layer of spiritual energy on the surface of the fat man’s cloak. When observed with Spirit Eyes, it displayed a variety of colors, making it impossible to discern their cultivation level.

At that moment, Ye Feng saw that Mo Ying seemed to be looking at him, so he said,

“Let’s sell first, and if you have anything good here, I might buy.”

“Alrighty!”

The owner of Wuxuan Pavilion chuckled, closed the door, and said, “You two can show me what you want to sell now.”