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The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Sect Master Uncle is just a mortal, who just happens to have his own 'billion' interpretations of various spells." Atop Misty Peak, the sect's senior disciple was educating the new beginners. At that moment, Sect Leader Ye Feng, holding a blade of grass, waved it gently, and a fierce Sword Qi split the sky in two, revealing a dark spatial rift that was difficult to heal, frightening the gods above. The new disciple pointed at the sky, shocked, "And you told me the Sect Leader is just a mortal?"

Chaotic Winter Melon Essence · Eastern
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Chapter 234: Building the Scripture Pavilion, Scapegoat Youth Wang Ping'an

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Ye Feng was also at a loss about this question.

He had thought there was a treasure underground, but instead, he inadvertently dug up what seemed to be the skull of an Ancient Giant God.

This matter was indeed a bit too serious...

Remembering that he had not yet made his wish for the day, Ye Feng clapped his hands together and said, "I've got it! I wish for upper-rank paper money, incense, candles, an altar, and a pig's head for the ritual."

Suddenly, a table appeared on the ground.

In the middle, there was a fragrant, clear-water stewed pig's head, along with paper money, incense, and candles. Ye Feng hurried to light the incense and candles and stood with his disciples in front of the altar, mumbling to the land,

"Respected predecessor, we inadvertently encountered you today, and we hope you won't take it to heart against us juniors."

After offering the incense, Ye Feng's expression relaxed.

He called on his disciples to begin logging.