The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 671 - : Starpoint Sword Technique, Officially Recruiting Third Generation Disciples

Chapter 671: Chapter 671: Starpoint Sword Technique, Officially Recruiting Third Generation Disciples

“Indeed, not bad,” Ye Feng nodded.

Reaching the third layer of the Spirit Sea Realm at his age, among the younger generation, truly ranks among the top.

However, compared to people like Mo Ying, he still falls short by quite a bit.

Clang!

Above the seashore, Han Yonghui’s Green Mountain Sword Shadow descended with ease, crushing dozens of sea demons in its wake.

He continued to wield his sword.

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Rip!

Dozens of sea demons were cleaved apart, completely powerless to fight back.

At this time, other disciples of the Qing Shu Sword Sect also flew on their swords to the seashore, joining the battle.

“The green mountains never change, the clear waters flow forever!”

Dozens of talented swordsmen, including Han Yonghui, drew their swords at the same time, executing this powerful combined sword technique.

In an instant, countless green Sword Qi streaked across the sky.

They swirled above like an advancing current, then transformed into massive waves of Sword Qi, crashing down upon the sea demons.

With just this one strike, hundreds of sea demons met their deaths.

“Damn it!”

Among the sea demons, there were several of the Spirit Sea Realm Demon Kings.

Seeing their subordinates being slaughtered en masse, the leading Middle Rank Demon King couldn’t contain his fury. Wielding a sharp scimitar, he instantly appeared above a Qing Shu Sword Sect disciple, swiftly bringing down his blade.

“Be careful!”

Genius swordsman Han Yonghui immediately took action.

With a swing of his sword through the void, like an antelope hanging its horns, he deflected the Middle Rank Demon King’s scimitar.

“Dare to stop me, I’ll kill you first!”

The Middle Rank Demon King held the blade with both hands, slicing out dozens of blade lights in an instant, weaving a net of sharp edges that swiftly enveloped Han Yonghui.

“Hmph! Qingyuan Sword Shield!”

Han Yonghui held the sword in his right hand, pointing it towards the sky, while his other hand formed a sword gesture against the blade, activating the spell.

Hum!

A pale cyan, spherical sword shield enveloped him, protecting him as the dozens of blade lights bombarded it, making a metallic clang, yet it held strong without breaking.

“Sect Master, this is a Ninth Grade spell. I didn’t expect this youngster Han Yonghui to have mastered it,” praised the Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword with a smile.

He was indeed very satisfied with this talented junior.

“Indeed, not bad,” Ye Feng nodded his head.

Han Yonghui, despite his young age, had already reached the third layer of the Spirit Sea, which even in the outside world would place him among the top experts of the younger generation.

Just this technique alone, the “Qingyuan Sword Shield,” few of his peers could break his defense.

“Now it’s my turn to counterattack!”

Han Yonghui unleashed his full aura, forming seals with his left hand, while his right hand wielded the longsword, immediately pointing out ninety-nine times toward the space in front of him.

“Starpoint Sword Technique!”

He uttered a light shout.

In the void, at the spots just touched by the tip of his sword, a multitude of star points appeared and swiftly drifted towards the Middle Rank Demon King.

“What are these things?”

The Middle Rank Demon King sensed danger and immediately turned to escape, only to find these star points converging too fast.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

Each star point, defying defense, penetrated its body and entered its bloodstream, using the body’s internal meridians to outline an intricate Killing Array, which exploded in an instant.

Boom!

Amidst the shocked gazes of countless sea demons, the Middle Rank Demon King’s body burst open, meeting a violent death.

“A very exquisite spell, also Ninth Grade, right?” Ye Feng asked, turning to the Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword beside him.

“Yes,” the Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword nodded, “This Ninth Grade spell is called ‘Starpoint Sword Technique,’ created by a Sword Dao Great Power. We just happened to obtain it by chance, and its power is formidable.”

“The creator of ‘Starpoint Sword Technique’ must have been a phenomenally talented senior,” Ye Feng praised.

On the sea surface.

The fall of the Middle Rank Demon King directly led to the collapse of the sea demon army, with the remaining sea demons no match, brutally slaughtered by Han Yonghui and the other disciples, leaving none alive.

Clap, clap, clap!

The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword clapped his hands.

Han Yonghui and the disciples looked up, only to see dozens of figures standing high in the sky.

“All the clan leaders are here!”

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“My heavens!”

“What level of gathering is this that it can bring together eighteen clan leaders at once?”

“Look, who are those people?”

The disciples of the Qing Shu Sword Sect saw Ye Feng, Hu Feifei, Gong Qingqiu, Wang Ling, and others, their faces filled with confusion.

“This is the Misty Sect’s Sect Master, Ye Feng!”

The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword pointed at Ye Feng beside him and introduced him with a respectful face, causing Han Yonghui and the others to show shock.

Ever since the Eighteen Ancient Clans joined the Misty Sect, news about the Misty Sect had spread throughout the Cave Heaven Worlds.

Disciples like Han Yonghui knew that above the Eighteen Ancient Clans, there was an even more powerful sect.

It was the Misty Sect!

And Misty Sect’s Sect Master Ye Feng appeared to be a mortal, but his true strength was unfathomably deep like that of a Heavenly Emperor!

In a moment.

Dozens of gazes converged on Ye Feng.

Looking at this mysteriously young and handsome man, who had no trace of Cultivation Aura leaking from him, Han Yonghui and other talented swordsmen bowed and saluted one after another.

“Greetings, Sect Master Ye!”

Ye Feng waved his hand, “No need for such formalities!”

He sized up the several dozen geniuses like Han Yonghui and noticed that they were all in their twenties, yet their cultivation levels had reached at least the Element Gathering Realm.

The one with the highest cultivation was Han Yonghui, at the third layer of the Spirit Sea Realm.

This person was born with Sword Intent and his roots had reached the Supreme Grade, on par with geniuses like Ji Ziling.

“Sect Master, Han Yonghui and the others have all passed the test of the Fate Purple Gold Bell and are qualified to join the sect,” whispered the Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword.

He took out a list.

The names recorded on it were of the disciples from the Qing Shu Sword Sect who were able to move the Fate Purple Gold Bell, expanding to more than two hundred people.

“Is that all?”

Ye Feng raised an eyebrow.

There were twenty million people in the Green Mountain Realm, and by a calculation of one-thousandth, there should be twenty thousand with roots.

And only a little over two hundred of them were fated to join the Misty Sect?

Wasn’t that too few?

Ye Feng wondered to himself.

“Sect Master, do you think there are too few?” The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword saw Ye Feng frowning and hurriedly asked with alarm.

“Adding up all the Eighteen Ancient Clans, there are three to four thousand disciples who meet the criteria, which is also quite good,” Ye Feng did not blame them.

He had already been aware of this issue.

Although there were many people in the Eighteen Ancient Clans, those who truly met the criteria to join the Misty Sect were naturally few, so there was no point in laying blame.

“Now, call over all those who qualify and we will proceed with recruiting the third generation disciples by the seaside.”

After speaking, Ye Feng waved his hand casually.

On the beach.

A high platform of misty Spiritual Energy emerged.

Ye Feng sat cross-legged on a cushion, with a table appearing out of thin air in front of him, atop which lay an open Book of Names, surrounded neatly by a brush, ink, the Sect Leader’s Seal, and other items.

“Han Yonghui, won’t you come over?”

The Ancestor of Green-garbed Sword motioned with his hand.

“Yes!”

After touching the Fate Purple Gold Bell, disciples like Han Yonghui already knew they were qualified to join the Misty Sect.

And today, none of them could have imagined that they would actually be personally received by Misty Sect’s Sect Master Ye Feng.

“State your name, origin, roots, cultivation level, and other information,” said Ye Feng, dipping the brush in ink and looking up at Han Yonghui, who stood before him carrying a longsword.

“Disciple Han Yonghui, Young Master from the Han Family Manor of Feng Yuan Country, Supreme Grade roots, currently at the third layer of the Spirit Sea Realm…”

“Hmm.”

Ye Feng nodded, applied a tenfold increase in speed to himself, and wrote at an incredibly fast pace; Han Yonghui had barely finished speaking when Ye Feng had already noted down the details.

Thud!

The Sect Leader’s Seal was stamped.

“Ding, congratulations Sect Master for recruiting the first Third Generation Disciple. You’re still 9,999 disciples short of completing the task. Please keep up the good work!”

“Ding, congratulations Sect Master for triggering a hidden reward, acquiring one Sword Dao Origin. Upon merging, you may obtain a top-tier talent in Sword Dao.”

System notifications came in succession.

Ye Feng extended his hand, and a golden Origin appeared in his palm.

This item couldn’t be given to a disciple.

Otherwise, Ye Feng would not have desired it.

After all, what his disciples knew, he knew as well; rather than keep the Sword Dao Origin for himself, he would prefer to bestow it upon a disciple.