The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

“Qiao Junior Brother is truly diligent,” Long Tianxing remarked, catching sight of Qiao Jiaxi from afar and couldn’t help but click his tongue in awe.

Ji Ziling looked out to see that the upper half of Misty Peak was shrouded in mist, but the peak was clear, enveloped in multicolored Spiritual Energy, resembling a blessed land of cultivation described in ancient texts.

“Is this Misty Peak?”

Ji Ziling thought it looked quite good, not much different from what she had imagined.

Bang!

Ye Feng placed the large bag on the grass, emitting a dull sound, which caught the attention of Qiao Jiaxi who hastily looked over and immediately exclaimed:

“The Sect Leader is back!”

His voice was loud, awakening all the disciples and Spiritual Beasts.

“Roar!”

Brother Flathead was the first to rush over, bumping into Ye Feng’s legs as if to complain about being left behind.

“The Sect Master Uncle is back?”

“Junior Brother Long is back too!”

“Eh, who’s that pretty little sister with knee-length purple hair? She looks so pretty!”

The disciples, some leaving their rooms, some getting up from the pavilion by the Spiritual Spring, and others jumping down from rooftops, quickly gathered around, their gaze first drawn to the three-meter-tall large bag.

“This is Ji Ziling, a new disciple of Misty Sect.” Ye Feng took out the Book of Names and the Sect Leader’s Seal, quickly registering Ji Ziling as a disciple.

“Ding, ‘Ji Ziling’, a registered disciple with Supreme Grade root bones and Spirit Eyes, has been recognized,” the System issued a notification.

From now on, the Misty Sect had thirteen disciples accepted by the System.

“Ji Ziling?”

The disciples looked at each other, feeling the name was quite good.

Ji Ziling stepped forward, performed a full curtsy as introduced in ancient texts, and said with a sweet smile, “Ziling greets all senior brothers and sisters.”

“Junior Sister, welcome!”

The disciples returned their greetings one after the other.

“From now on, we should learn from each other and get along well… Tianxing, open the large bag,” Ye Feng ordered.

“Okay.”

Long Tianxing untied the twine of the large bag, and peeled back the thirty-five layers of black cloth like peeling an onion, until finally a huge pile of items tumbled out all around like a deluge.

“Holy cow, a roasted pig!”

“And there are over a dozen roasted fish, so big, each one must be at least twenty pounds.”

“I see several jars of fine wine, they smell so good!”

“Hey! There’s my favorite giant pig’s trotters.”

The disciples stared at this huge pile of food and drink, all excited.

Moreover, thanks to the dozens of layers of special black cloth wrapping it tightly, the food was still steaming hot and aromatic even now.

The disciples were all puzzled, wondering what on earth the Sect Leader and Long Tianxing had been up to. A few days had passed, and not only had they brought back a beautiful Junior Sister Ziling, but also a great pile of food.

Looking at the abundance of delicious food, even Ye Feng was taken aback.

He had never imagined that such a big package would be filled entirely with food.

“Now I understand that saying… There’s a kind of hunger called ‘your parents think you’re starving’,” Ye Feng gazed at the huge spread of delicacies, swallowed, and then chopsticks appeared in his hand.

“Awakened, time for a midnight snack!”