The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 787 - : My name is Xia Wenwen, and I aspire to be a tough girl

Chapter 787 -787: My name is Xia Wenwen, and I aspire to be a tough girl

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Ye Feng was still undergoing his tribulation.

He hadn’t activated the limit array yet, merely adjusting his thunder tribulation to the extreme state under the normal conditions of the Thunder Palace, but it was even more terrifying than that of a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint.

Ye Feng bathed in the endless thunder.

He could feel his flesh body strengthening and his fervent divine power rising.

Theoretically, fervent divine power is 14 times stronger than solar divine power.

But now,

before the end of the tribulation, and without having absorbed the Thunder Origin in the Thunder Pool, his fervent divine power was already 17 times stronger than the solar divine power.

Moreover, it continued to grow stronger.

This was the advantage of increasing the power of the heavenly tribulation!

“Becoming a Celestial was one of my great opportunities,”

Ye Feng couldn’t help but sigh.

If he hadn’t become a Celestial of the Thunder Palace, gaining the authority to adjust the power of the tribulation, how could he have possibly cheated like this?

Because he absorbed several times more energy than his peers with each tribulation, after several accumulations, his foundation became so strong that it was beyond the reach of his contemporaries.

After half an hour,

Ye Feng passed through the heavenly tribulation, entered the Thunder Pool to soak, absorbed the Thunder Origin, and consolidated his cultivation level.

Another half a day passed.

Ye Feng then walked out of the Thunder Palace.

Now, he had successfully solidified his cultivation as a Third Turn Quasi-Saint. With a casual strike, he could suppress a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint.

Even if it was the False Heavenly Dao, he wasn’t afraid of it.

“Now, just relying on fervent divine power, I should be able to contend with someone from the Saint Entry Realm,”

Ye Feng said with a smile.

If he used his flesh body strength as well, crushing those at Saint Entry would not be difficult.

Looking down, Ye Feng saw Xia Wenwen and the embodiment of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint above Whitefloat City.

At that moment, Liu Feng also noticed the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint.

…

At the peak of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng, the embodiment of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, Xia Wenwen, and Liu Feng were sitting around a bamboo table.

“Greetings, Master Ye!”

Xia Wenwen suddenly stood up, knelt down in front of Ye Feng, and kowtowed nine times consecutively.

Pfft!

Upon hearing the words “Master Ye,” Ye Feng spat out the tea in his mouth, splashing it all over the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s face.

“Did… did I say it wrong?”

Xia Wenwen was a bit panicked.

“No, it’s just… don’t call me Master Ye, it sounds strange,” Ye Feng waved his hand.

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s embodiment wiped the tea off his face and said expressionlessly,

“Sect Master Ye, this is my direct descendant, named Xia Wenwen, seven years old, with a Sacred Grade physique and Flower Fairy Physique. Her talent can be described as peerless.”

“She wishes to take you as her master. I wonder what you think?”

As he spoke, the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint was very proud.

Having either a Sacred Grade physique or a Flower Fairy Physique was considered peerless.

In the past, either of these traits would assure one’s ascension to sainthood.

And Xia Wenwen possessed both. As long as she didn’t die prematurely, it wouldn’t be difficult for her to reach the Saint Manifestation in the future.

She was the hope of the Jiaoyang Realm.

“Do you really want to take me as your master?”

Ye Feng sat on the ground, looking eye to eye with the less than one-meter-tall Xia Wenwen and asked seriously.

“My great ancestor said, you’re only a little weaker than him, so he told me to take you as my master,”

Xia Wenwen said with a shy and honest face.

“Oh, I see!” Ye Feng acted as if he suddenly understood.

Pfft!

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s embodiment, who was sipping tea, heard Xia Wenwen’s revelation and spat out his tea, dousing Protector Liu Feng’s face.

Awkward, truly damn awkward!

Is this still my sweet little darling?

No!

This is my demanding little ancestor!

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint’s embodiment ranted inwardly, feeling an urge to smash his head against a wall, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

“I can accept you as a disciple. However, for the time being, I can only accept you as a Registered Disciple. Come next spring, I will take you as an Official Disciple, the Fourth Generation Senior Sister,”

Ye Feng agreed and made arrangements on the spot.

With a Sacred Grade physique plus the Flower Fairy Physique, such peerless talent, and being the direct descendant of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, how could he pass that up?

“Master Ye, greetings!”

“Don’t call me Master Ye, you should call me Master!”

“Alright, Master Ye!”

“…”

Ye Feng felt that he needed to teach Xia Wenwen how to address others, so she wouldn’t always get it wrong.

Turning his head, Ye Feng looked towards the incarnation of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, “Ancient Saint Senior, from today onwards, I will take charge of Wenwen.”

“I appreciate it, Sect Master Ye.” The incarnation of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint nodded with satisfaction and said to Xia Wenwen, “Wenwen, while practicing in the Misty Sect, make sure to listen to Sect Master Ye.”

“Yes, Wenwen will definitely listen to Master Ye!”

Xia Wenwen raised her little fists, looking serious.

“Aww, such a good girl!”

The Jiaoyang Ancient Saint incarnation ruffled Xia Wenwen’s hair, tore through the void with both hands, and left the Misty Sect.

“Sect Master, I’m going to practice my swordsmanship.”

Liu Feng wiped the tea from his face and also left the place.

In a blink of an eye.

Only Ye Feng and Xia Wenwen remained, staring at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

…

In the Sect Leader’s Great Hall.

Ye Feng sat in his place, spread out the Sect Name Register, grasped the brush in his right hand, and wore a troubled expression.

“System, can we only recruit ten thousand Third Generation disciples?”

“Yes, to be more specific, every generation of disciples is limited to ten thousand, can be less, but not more.” The System answered.

“So it seems Wenwen really can only be the Fourth Generation Senior Sister.”

Ye Feng was very helpless.

Although he had already written Xia Wenwen’s personal information in the Sect Name Register and stamped it with the Sect Leader’s Seal, it wouldn’t take effect until after the end of this year.

“Wenwen, from now on you’ll be a Registered Disciple of our Misty Sect. Now, what would you like to learn?”

“I want to eat something.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to eat lots of delicious food. When I’m full, then I’ll have the strength to cultivate!”

“Ah… is there such a theory?”

“Yes! I also heard that eating more helps you grow up, and when I grow up, I want to be a tomboy—the kind that can punch a mountain into dust!”

Hearing this, Ye Feng was speechless.

She’s a foodie, sure, but a tomboy? What kind of idea is that?

Don’t most people want to be a quiet and pretty girl?

You, little girl, are pretty odd!

Ye Feng continually muttered criticisms in his mind.

“Master, I’m hungry!” Xia Wenwen suddenly said.

“Hey, perfect, our Misty Sect has a Chef God. I’ll take you to the kitchen right now, guaranteeing you’ll be full every meal.”

“Really?”

Xia Wenwen’s eyes lit up.

“Could Master’s words be false?”

Ye Feng laughed heartily.

He stretched out his hand, letting Xia Wenwen clutch his little finger, and they both headed to the Misty Sect’s kitchen.

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“Lower your shoulders, keep up with the hand speed!”

“Junior Brother Qian, heat up the wok and add oil, quick!”

“And you, Junior Sister Shangguan, when chopping vegetables, you need to be fast and accurate. The ingredients are very precious; we can’t waste them.”

“Junior Brother Zhou, when flipping the wok, the motion must be smooth, without a moment’s hesitation!”

As soon as Ye Feng and Xia Wenwen arrived at the kitchen, they could hear Li Jiaojiao instructing other disciples on their culinary skills.

“Ah, the Sect Master is here!”

Someone yelled out.

Then, everyone immediately put down their pots and pans and stood up in rows, saluting as they said:

“We greet the Sect Master!”

Li Jiaojiao was the first to notice Xia Wenwen, she immediately crouched down, pinched the baby-fat cheeks of the newcomer, and asked with a smile:

“Sect Master Uncle, please don’t tell me this is your illegitimate daughter?”

“Nonsense!” Ye Feng glared at Li Jiaojiao, then hurriedly introduced to everyone:

“This is the direct descendant of the Jiaoyang Ancient Saint, Xia Wenwen, my Registered Disciple, your little Junior Sister.”

“Right, Wenwen said she really likes to eat, and you all usually claim to be Chef Gods, Chef Emperors, Chef Kings, don’t you? Whatever skills you’ve got, just show them off.”

“You guys chat for a while!”

After assigning these tasks, Ye Feng quickly made himself scarce.