The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

“Many thanks, young hero, for your assistance. On behalf of the White Robe Sect and the dozens of disciples, I express our gratitude to you!” At this moment, the Sect Leader of the White Robe Sect, supported by two female disciples, stepped forward and gave a bow.

“No need to be so polite, ladies,” Long Tianxing scratched his head, feeling a bit embarrassed with so many women staring at him, his face blushing with shyness.

“You brat, playing the hero; wait till I recover, and I’ll beat you up good!” Long Qitian lay on the ground, panting heavily.

“I am here by the Sect Leader’s orders, to make you repent and stop bullying the weak. Do you truly understand your wrongs?” Long Tianxing grabbed Long Qitian by the collar and asked loudly.

“I won’t change! Even if I knew I was wrong, I’d still do it again!” Long Qitian stubbornly replied.

Slap slap slap!

Remembering Mo Ying’s words, “everything can be beaten into submission,” Long Tianxing decisively slapped Long Qitian several times.

“Do you submit now?”

“No!”

Slap slap slap!

Long Qitian was beaten again.

“Do you submit now?”

“I submit, I submit! Cousin, I know I was wrong, and I will repent,” Long Qitian, now looking like a pig’s head, no longer dared to be defiant and even changed the way he addressed Long Tianxing.

“Since you have realized your error, my mission is also complete,” Long Tianxing said, feeling relieved, and lifted up Long Qitian, Li Hanshao, and Wu De.

“Farewell, young hero!” The people from the White Robe Sect waved their hands, their eyes filled with gratitude and reluctance.

Certain younger female disciples, now with flushed faces, secretly vowed in their hearts to marry no one but Long Tianxing!

“Don’t worry. They have repented and won’t come back to bully you,” Long Tianxing turned around and smiled.

Afterward, Long Tianxing took the three men back to Whitefloat City, dumped them at the southern gate, and cheerfully drifted towards Misty Peak.

At the top of Misty Peak.

Long Tianxing, beaming with joy, saluted Ye Feng, “Sect Leader, my mission is accomplished!”

Ye Feng opened his eyes and silently checked the System panel, noting that Long Tianxing’s mission progress was only 50% complete, and commented, “You only gave Long Qitian a good beating, didn’t you? Unfortunately, he only superficially submitted.”

“What?” Long Tianxing was dumbfounded.

In a teahouse in Whitefloat City.

Long Qitian sat at a table, with two young and beautiful maids attentively applying medicine to him.

“That damned brat, daring to beat me in front of everyone, I’ll make sure he regrets this!”

Long Qitian slammed the table in anger, but the action was too large and it tugged at his wounds, causing him to suck in a breath of cold air from the pain.

“With that wild brat Long Tianxing in the way, our plans are impossible to carry out!” Wu De said, depressed.

“How about we go to the Nanlu Mountain Range and seek help from the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch?” Li Hanshao suddenly revealed a sinister smile.

“Do you know the Thousand Faces Demon Monarch?” Long Qitian pushed aside the two maids and asked with wide eyes.

“One day, while roaming Goulan, I chanced upon the Demon Lord. We got to know each other. He claimed to have built a mansion in the Nanlu Mountain Range. How about we go and ask him to become our Sect’s Supreme Elder?” Li Hanshao gave a wicked smile, sharing his idea.

“Great idea!”

Long Qitian and Wu De enthusiastically agreed, slapping their thighs.

Afterward, without waiting to heal, the three of them, along with the two maids, hastily made their way towards the Nanlu Mountain Range.