The Clan Master Can’t possibly Be A Mortal

“Some are Registered Disciples, some are Mountain Guardian Spirit Beasts, and others are Outer Sect Affairs Managers, under the jurisdiction of the Chief Deacon of the Outer Sect, Chu Yun’er,” Ye Feng introduced.

Soon, the Star Palace was suspended above Misty Peak, a kilometer from the ground.

Ye Feng, leading the group, arrived at the Sect Main Plaza, took out the Book of Names, and greeted the 534 prospective disciples to begin registration.

Although writing was tiring, watching the number of Sect Disciples skyrocket was a bittersweet joy for Ye Feng.

As dusk fell,

Ye Feng put down the brush in his hand and looked at the bright-headed handsome young man in front of him. “Your name is Wu Xingwang? Upper Rank root bones, although you have not started cultivating yet, it’s not bad.”

“Thank you for your praise, Sect Master. I will definitely work hard on my cultivation,” the handsome bald-headed youth Wu Xingwang scratched his head and smiled.

Ye Feng closed the Book of Names and said, “By the way, congratulations. You are the nine hundred and eighty-fourth Second-generation Disciple of our Misty Sect and the thousandth disciple.”

Wu Xingwang’s eyes widened in surprise, having not expected to be the lucky one who was the thousandth disciple in the Sect.

“Sect Master, does this mean I get some special reward?” Wu Xingwang, being familiar and bold, laughed.

“No,” said Ye Feng.

“Oh.” Wu Xingwang’s face fell immediately.

Just then, a system prompt suddenly resounded in Ye Feng’s mind.

“Ding, congratulations on Misty Sect’s disciple count reaching a thousand, earning the ‘Thousand Competitors’ title, and receiving an extra reward. Please check.”

“Extra reward?” Ye Feng was startled.