The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1376: Yun Qiushui from Guiyi Academy

Misty Peak summit.

Ye Feng took out a piece of Realm Source purple gold the size of a thumb, a roll of silk produced by the Holy Silkworms, and various auxiliary materials, and threw them into the Refining Furnace.

Immediately, the sound of tinkling resonated.

During this time, Ye Feng also approached Gong Qingqiu to cut his finger, releasing a small cup of fresh blood, which he divided and added nine times into the Refining Furnace, used to forge the Sacred Arms within.

After seven whole days.

The Refining Furnace slowly opened its lid.

An exquisite purple ribbon gently rose into the air, thin as a cicada’s wing, a foot wide and three meters long, with intricate and beautiful patterns on its surface, floating slowly in mid-air, like an extraordinarily graceful woman.

"What a beautiful ribbon!"

Gong Qingqiu caught the item and immediately completed the bond, feeling a sense of inseparable familiarity with it.

Ye Feng said, "You can name it!"

"Yes." Gong Qingqiu nodded lightly and thought to herself, "Let’s call it ’Purple Smoke Ribbon’!"

"Purple Smoke Ribbon, not bad." Ye Feng nodded, having confidence in Gong Qingqiu’s naming ability, unlike himself who was terrible at naming anything.

"Head to Guiyi Academy in Xuanzhou to issue a challenge to Yun Qiushui! Remember to promote it along the way, and also, Guiyi Academy is a neutral force, so make sure you know where to stop."

"Understood."

Gong Qingqiu nodded lightly, draped the Purple Smoke Ribbon over her shoulders, moving gracefully, the ribbon even softer and more beautiful than silk, making her appear like a celestial queen.

Xuanzhou.

At the center of a vast empire stretching countless miles, there stood an ancient academy established tens of thousands of years ago.

This place was divided into Inner Court and Inner Court.

Few people knew that within the Inner Court, there was a garden infused with vast Saint Might.

That was the residence of the Headmaster, Yun Qiushui.

On that day.

Yun Qiushui was planting flowers in the garden, appearing like a woman in her twenties, with stunning beauty and graceful posture, surrounded by strange phenomena.

There was a large cluster of water flowers.

If someone looked closely, they would find each water flower contained a small world phenomenon, filled with various fragrant flowers.

At this time, footsteps approached.

Yun Qiushui continued digging holes to plant flowers with a small hoe, ignoring the visitor, and only said, "Luo Yu, why have you come?"

"I’m not Luo Yu."

A strange voice sounded.

Yun Qiushui’s movements froze, she put down the hoe and looked over, seeing a stunning woman in a white dress, draped with a purple ribbon.

In terms of appearance, she was not inferior to herself.

In terms of cultivation level, they were evenly matched.

This was the first time Yun Qiushui saw a woman so similar to herself, her heart filled with surprise, joy, excitement, and other complicated emotions.

"Who are you?" Yun Qiushui inquired.

"Gong Qingqiu, Chief Elder of the Misty Sect in Shenzhou, here to issue a challenge; if you’re interested, I’d like to spar with you."

Gong Qingqiu extended her hand, a fragrant letter appearing in her palm, floating over.

"Someone from the Misty Sect in Shenzhou!" Yun Qiushui’s interest was piqued as she accepted the challenge letter.

Several lines of elegant writing were written on it.

"Beautiful handwriting, like a gentle stream, also like a noble lady, very fitting with you. In the challenge, you mentioned, we’ll battle in the sky above the Empire seven days from now?"

Yun Qiushui closed the challenge letter.

"Yes." Gong Qingqiu nodded.

"Why do you want to spar with me?" Yun Qiushui blinked her bright eyes, "I need a reason."

"To be honest, it’s the command of our Sect Leader." Gong Qingqiu hesitated for a moment and then told the truth.

"I want to meet him." Yun Qiushui smiled.

Ye Feng, Sect Master of the Misty Sect, possessed terrifying strength, once ambushing the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans Continent deep in the starry sky, demonstrating power beyond the Supreme Saint.

Yun Qiushui had also witnessed that battle.

She had never seen such a valiant man, her admiration for him deeply ingrained.

"You wish to see me?"

A gentle voice rang in the garden.

Yun Qiushui immediately looked over, seeing several figures appear, led by a radiant young man, handsome and extraordinary, like a Divine King descending upon the world—it was Ye Feng.

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It was Yun Qiushui’s first time witnessing her idol up close; she was extremely excited, unable to control the tremor of her delicate body, increasingly enthralled.

What woman doesn’t have romantic dreams?

Throughout the Three Thousand Realms, women who admired Ye Feng probably numbered in the trillions, with Yun Qiushui, the head of Guiyi Academy, being one of his admirers.

"Why do you want to see me?" Ye Feng asked.

"Admiration." Yun Qiushui looked directly into Ye Feng’s eyes, biting her red lips gently, her face flushed with infatuation.

Ye Feng’s old face blushed.

He seemed to understand that the other party genuinely admired him; strong as the Saint Manifestation, one should have hidden their emotions, yet now she expressed her feelings clearly, demonstrating Yun Qiushui’s deep fondness for him.

"Sect Master Ye, could you... could you agree to two small requests of mine?" Yun Qiushui hurriedly inquired, fearing she might not have another chance later.

"As long as it doesn’t go against my principles."

"I wish to play a game of chess with you! Additionally, I hope the young geniuses of Guiyi Academy can visit the legendary Misty Sect in Shenzhou for observation."

Yun Qiushui spoke quickly.

Playing chess with Ye Feng was out of admiration.

Striving for the young generation of Guiyi Academy to visit the Misty Sect in Shenzhou was her duty as the head of the academy.

"I agree to both." Ye Feng nodded.

Previously, the entire Xuanzhou was under the control of the Mingwang Holy Sect under the Ming Emperor, with most forces being lackeys of the Ming Emperor. Only forces like Guiyi Academy managed to remain neutral, which was commendable.

Ye Feng naturally appreciated Yun Qiushui.

"Thank you, Sect Master Ye!"

With her requests granted, Yun Qiushui was overjoyed, looking at Gong Qingqiu, "Seven days later, we’ll battle in the sky above the Empire. I’ll do my best in this battle, as it represents not just me, but the entire Guiyi Academy; I want to set an example for countless students."

"I don’t wish to lose either. Behind me stands the entire Misty Sect." Gong Qingqiu said seriously.

A moment later.

Gong Qingqiu returned to the Misty Sect, entered the Time Secret Realm, and familiarized herself with the various functions of the Purple Smoke Ribbon.

Only Ye Feng remained at Guiyi Academy.

...

In the garden, the night was enchanting.

A man and a woman sat across a chessboard, both in white. The man was handsome, and the woman was extraordinarily beautiful.

A gentle breeze blew.

The strands of hair at Yun Qiushui’s temples danced lightly, sending wafts of fragrance to the opposite Ye Feng.

Ye Feng remained unmoved, brewing a pot of Seven-Colored Enlightenment Tea while playing chess with Yun Qiushui.

"You’re very smart."

Ye Feng suddenly spoke.

"Why does Sect Master Ye say so?"

Yun Qiushui raised her head, a smile on her lips, gazing at Ye Feng under the moonlight, finding him so attractive.

If not for the vastness of Guiyi Academy needing management, Yun Qiushui would gladly abandon everything, just to be a personal maid beside Ye Feng.

"Your cultivation is the Way of Chess. Playing chess with me has greatly improved your cultivation, hasn’t it?"

Ye Feng said calmly.

He had figured it out, Yun Qiushui was too clever. This woman truly admired him and wished to be alone with him, but she also genuinely wanted to take the opportunity to learn from him.

"Yes." Yun Qiushui nodded.

She admired Ye Feng and wished to be alone with him, but this was not mere infatuation; it was the hope of learning a more profound Way of Chess during their games.

"I will fulfill your wish."

Ye Feng held a white piece while Yun Qiushui held a black piece, playing against each other. The surface of the chessboard showed fluctuations, as if it were transforming into a grand world, containing Dao Rhythms.

Yun Qiushui’s gaze focused.

She could feel that every move Ye Feng made produced profound Dao Rhythms, any of which were enough for her to contemplate for a long time. Her expression changed, and she immediately began to comprehend.

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