The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 150: Chapter 150 Guiding the Sword Drawing Technique, The Conditions of a Star-Level Sect

“Yun Jie has already mastered the Sword Drawing Technique to a beginner level, quite impressive, beyond the expectations of this Sect Master. According to the mission instructions, he is now an Inner Sect Disciple of our Misty Sect. Congratulations to him!”

Ye Feng took out an identity token.

Huo Yunjie received it solemnly, turned it over to the back, and saw the raised letters “Inner Sect Huo Yunjie” – a special feeling overcame him.

“So, Sect Master Uncle had already made my identity token in advance; this also indicates that he holds great expectations for us, certain that we could successfully pass the assessment.”

Thinking this, Huo Yunjie clenched the token, feeling its great value, and hurriedly hung it carefully on his belt.

“Sect Master Uncle, I would like to ask for your guidance on my Sword Drawing Technique,” Huo Yunjie stood up and said respectfully.

“The key point of the Sword Drawing Technique lies in the condensation of one’s own breath. Of course, physical fitness is also very important. With your current strength, even if you know the details, you can’t perform the Sword Drawing Technique to perfection; otherwise, it would oppress your body and cause permanent damage.”

Ye Feng did not hold back and spoke openly on the spot.

The disciples sitting at the dining table listened intently, as if a new window had opened before them, eager to try.

“However, while the Sword Drawing Technique is powerful, it also consumes a lot, often requiring rest after a full-force execution. Unless absolutely necessary, do not use it with all your strength,” Ye Feng cautioned.

“Question,” Young Long Tianxing jumped in, “Sect Master, if we don’t condense our full strength but only use a part of it, can’t we perform it multiple times?”

Ye Feng was taken aback.

“The Sword Drawing Technique requires the use of one’s full force, an all-or-nothing move. If each time you only use a portion of your strength for the strike, you surely can perform it multiple times, but the power of each strike will be greatly reduced, perhaps even inferior to a regular spell!” Before Ye Feng could speak, Huo Yunjie had already provided the explanation.

At the banks of Flowing Water River, Huo Yunjie had practiced this way more than once, but after realizing the lack of power, he stopped practicing it.

“That’s true, but against weaker demonic beasts, it is acceptable to condense only a part of your strength each time.”

Ye Feng walked to the edge of the cliff, took out an iron sword, and condensed one ten-thousandth of the Heroic Spirit Power.

Clang!

The longsword was unsheathed.

But because the condensed power was minimal, the iron sword merely glowed with a faint luminescence. With Ye Feng’s swing, a meter-long crescent-shaped sword light swept across, splitting a millstone-sized rock in two.

“The Sect Master is so awesome!”

Qiao Jiaxi, who walks the path of Body Refinement and cannot cultivate the Sword Drawing Technique, could only watch enviously.

“Usually, you can practice the Sword Drawing Technique in this manner until you get used to it, then try condensing your entire spiritual power to unleash sword Qi far beyond your own realm,” Ye Feng said before lying down on the lounge chair.

After the disciples had eaten, they began to cultivate.

Ye Feng lay there leisurely.

“No need to cultivate, just by giving some guidance to the disciples and occasionally going out to fight, my strength can be improved; how nice!”

Thinking so, Ye Feng was preparing to sleep.

Boom!

The sound of the Summoning Bell came from halfway up the mountain.

Long Tianxing, having nothing else to do, was the first to rush down the mountain and soon brought a white-haired middle-aged man to the peak.

The visitor was the Deputy City Lord of Whitefloat City with a somewhat grave expression. Upon seeing Ye Feng, he bowed and said, “Sect Master Ye, the City Lord requests your presence.”

Seeing the Deputy City Lord’s expression, Ye Feng sensed the matter was not trivial and quickly stood up.

“Please lead the way, Deputy City Lord.”

Half an incense stick’s time later.

In a tranquil courtyard behind the City Lord’s Mansion,

the City Lord, Lu Shanyue, Nishang Palace Master, Sect Leader of Feathers Sect, Sect Leader of Tyrant Blade Sect, and others sat at a stone table beneath a grapevine trellis, looking rather grim.

“Sect Master Ye has arrived, please take a seat.”