The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

Huo Yunjie split open a huge rock on the cliff with his sword and retrieved a tattered sword manual. He saw a line of text on it.

“The second page of the sword manual, ‘Wielding Sword to Sever Mundane Ties!ʼ”

Huo Yunjie’s heart shook.

He felt as if he had once again grasped some indescribable and intangible comprehension, but for the moment he couldn’t organize his thoughts, and could only make a note of it.

“Senior Brother, what’s this?”

Long Tianxing and Qiao Jiaxi arrived at the same time, their gazes landing on the second page of the Nameless Sword Manual, filled with curiosity.

“This is the second page of the sword manual, but, I can’t comprehend anything for now,” Huo Yunjie shook his head and passed the manual over.

“Wielding Sword to Sever Mundane Ties!”

“What grand ambitions!”

“How can the mundane world be so easily severed?”

“I’ve heard Sister Ji Ziling mention that she saw in an ancient text, some cultivators, in order to break through to the utmost realms, often incarnate as mortals to experience the secular world, hoping to strike at the Great Dao.”

“Ah, is that powerful?”

Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing discussed, becoming increasingly astonished.

Crack!

Suddenly, the mountain wall shattered, and a strange figure charged out.

It had only two forelegs, resembling a tadpole developing towards a frog, with two sharp front claws, a powerful tail trailing behind, and a shark mouth on its head. It darted past Huo Yunjie and Long Tianxing, snapping its jaws at Qiao Jiaxi.

“How dare you touch my Junior Brother!”

Huo Yunjie erupted with rage, swinging his sword to strike.

Clang!

The creature was sent flying, a ghastly wound appearing on its body, and it let out a deep roar.

“Eh, it’s not dead?”

Huo Yunjie was truly surprised.

It turned out that this strange demonic beast, which seemed weak at first glance, was actually of Demon General Level, unbelievably.

“It’s a Ditian Beast!”

Qiao Jiaxi stared at the fleeing figure’s back, “Sister Ji Ziling has said that such demonic beasts specifically dwell in underground caves, and near their lairs, there’s a high chance of finding bloodline spiritual medicine!”

“The kind of bloodline spiritual medicine that can promote you to War General Level of Body Cultivation?” Huo Yunjie raised his eyebrows, looking at Qiao Jiaxi.

“Yes!” Qiao Jiaxi clenched his fist.

“Good, then let’s kill our way over!” Huo Yunjie lifted the Cold Light Sword, leading the way, with Qiao Jiaxi and Long Tianxing closely following behind.

The Ditian Beast had fled through an opening in the rock wall.

The three of them entered the cave, activated their Spirit Eyes to see the interior clearly, and moved swiftly like the wind, soon arriving at a vast underground body of water.

This was a world that existed dozens of miles beneath the surface!

It had countless caves reaching hundreds of meters high, spanning thousands of miles, with most of the bottom filled with azure blue sea water.

Here and there were some small islands, where many special spiritual medicines grew.

“This is the Seven Mystery Flower, this is Condensed Spirit Fruit, this is White Flower Herb…”

Qiao Jiaxi had always been interested in exotic flowers and spiritual plants and often sought advice from Ji Ziling. Over time, he had learned a great deal.

“This place is indeed a gathering spot for natural spiritual objects!”

“Eh, where’s the Ditian Beast?”

“Forget it, let’s collect the spiritual medicines first.”

The three of them took out jade boxes and Spirit Silk Gloves, carefully harvesting the spiritual medicines and spirit soil, taking some of each.

The mature ones would be given to Wang Ping’an for alchemy.

The young ones would be sent to Jia Yulan to be planted in the Spiritual Medicine Garden, to be cultivated for several years, allowing for continuous use in the future.

“This place is rather large; as we harvest, let’s also search for the Ditian Beast,” Huo Yunjie decided.

“Alright,” the other two agreed.

…

On the other side of the underground sea.

Baixue Ding, Jiang Jingtian, and several other white-clad disciples from the Divine Wind Sword Sect’s Inner Sect were each holding a Lower Grade Spirit Sword, sitting on a Spirit Boat floating three meters above the water surface, also searching for something.

“Jingtian, will our mission be successful?” Baixue Ding asked, sounding a bit worried.