The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1072: King of Fierce Tigers, Fifty Years

"Who’s there?"

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The bandits from Black Wind Stronghold sneered as they raised their glistening, sharp long knives, ready to slash at Ye Feng standing in the middle of the road.

On the mountain path.

Ye Feng looked at the incoming foe, took out an arrow, drew his bow to the full, and let it fly, instantly piercing through the chests of three bandits.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The bandits collapsed to the ground, drawing the attention of several dozen others, all of whom charged at Ye Feng with their knives.

Ye Feng didn’t hesitate.

Draw bow, shoot arrow.

In just a moment, he had fired over a dozen arrows.

Each arrow seemed ordinary, yet were transformed by the Power of Reality, able to accurately penetrate the bodies of several bandits. As the first round of shooting ended, not a single bandit of the several dozen was left standing.

And at that moment, the nearest they got to Ye Feng was only about thirty feet, nowhere near close enough to reach him.

"Bold!"

Just then, a thunderous roar came from beyond the valley.

Ye Feng looked towards the sound.

He saw a middle-aged man riding a horse, wielding a long knife that was a bit longer than the others, and even more, there was a faint blade aura flickering on the edge of the knife.

This was... Blade Intent!

"The leader of Black Wind Stronghold."

Ye Feng looked at this man, without any hesitation, and instantly let loose an arrow with incredible speed.

"Break for me!"

The leader of Black Wind Stronghold leapt into the air, brandishing his knife with both hands and slashed out a blade aura that stretched several feet, attempting to destroy the incoming arrow.

But the arrow suddenly turned in mid-air.

Swoosh!

The arrow, coming later but arriving first, pierced the forehead of the leader of Black Wind Stronghold and pinned him to a large tree.

As for the blade aura, it struck the ground, slicing a two-meter-long boulder in half.

"Just the Archery Master left."

Ye Feng felt no joy.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

Just then, several dozen arrows shot from the same direction, with incredible speed, impossible for ordinary people to dodge.

"Arrows incoming!"

Ye Feng held the bow in his left hand and swung his right hand.

The next moment.

The dozen or so arrows, previously stuck in the ground, automatically rose into the air, like an agile school of fish, pouncing towards the several dozen arrows fired by the Archery Master.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The sounds of metal clashing were incessant.

All of the Archery Master’s arrows were shattered and fell to the ground, eliciting gasps of surprise from dozens of feet away.

"I’ve found you!"

Ye Feng smiled and shot an arrow in that direction, which nearly instantaneously reached the target, about to hit the robust Archery Master holding a Curved Bow.

Swoosh!

The man leapt up, dodging to the side.

But could Ye Feng’s arrows, imbued with a thread of the Law of Reality, be evaded?

Swoosh!

The arrow instantly turned in mid-air and pierced through the Archery Master’s forehead, pinning him against the tree. Even in death, his eyes were wide open, clearly in disbelief.

Looking at the dead Archery Master, Ye Feng felt satisfied.

"It seems that I’ve passed the difficult challenge of Black Wind Stronghold."

Ye Feng muttered to himself.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt a chilling murderous intent approaching, causing his body to slightly tremble.

"There are still people from Black Wind Stronghold?"

Ye Feng’s pupils shrank.

There were still people from Black Wind Stronghold?!

This was preposterous!

Who the hell designed this assessment? It’s too difficult, isn’t it?

The leader with Blade Intent and the Archery Master who could continuously fire dozens of arrows, having these two Cultivators made Black Wind Stronghold as difficult as a natural disaster.

And now, to have an even stronger Cultivator come at this point is truly terrifying; it’s like pushing someone into a pit of fire!

Ye Feng couldn’t help but complain.

"How dare you kill my two generals, you little beast; you’re definitely going to die under the paws of Tiger Lord!"

A thunderous roar sounded.

Swoosh!

A fierce tiger suddenly sprang out from within the woods.

It was about one and a half meters tall, and when it stood on its hind legs, it was at least two to three meters high, with a single paw almost the size of a human head.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The King of Fierce Tigers walked on the mountain path, making a heavy sound, as if carrying a terrifying force of a hundred thousand pounds.

"Without the strength of the Element Gathering Realm, it can’t be beaten."

Ye Feng analyzed secretly.

The difficulty of this assessment is indeed outrageous.

Black Wind Stronghold not only has dozens of ferocious bandits but also two cultivators comparable to the Qi Refining Realm, and a King of Fierce Tigers comparable to the Element Gathering Realm, causing despair while also leaving one speechless.

Swoosh!

Ye Feng did not hesitate and immediately drew his bow to shoot an arrow.

"Too weak!"

But as soon as the arrow was shot, it was clamped between the paws of the King of Fierce Tigers, who showed a look of disdain on its face.

"I am invincible!"

The King of Fierce Tigers sneered, sniffing forcefully, "Hmm! The things in this valley taste delicious, devouring everything inside should allow me to advance to the next level."

"Over my dead body!" Ye Feng said coldly.

"Humph! Weak Human Race ants, what will you use to resist me? These feather arrows? Pity, they’re ineffective against me."

The King of Fierce Tigers sneered.

To demonstrate its strength, it used its paw to grab one of Ye Feng’s arrows to pick its teeth.

"Your arrow, it’s only fit for picking my lord tiger’s teeth!"

The King of Fierce Tigers mocked loudly.

Ye Feng smiled and said, "Do you really think so?"

The next moment.

That arrow suddenly accelerated, shooting through the gap in the King of Fierce Tigers’ teeth, puncturing its throat, and wildly stirring.

"Aow!"

The King of Fierce Tigers yelped in pain, attempting to pull out the arrow.

But the several arrows that had initially fallen to the ground instantly took flight, targeting the King of Fierce Tigers’ nostrils, ears, eyes, mouth, rear, and other vulnerable spots, burrowing into them all at once.

The next moment.

The residual Power of Reality in all the arrows exploded, reducing the King of Fierce Tigers to a puddle of mush.

"Hu!"

Ye Feng breathed out a long sigh of relief.

He had finally gotten over the hurdle of Black Wind Stronghold, and a sense of exhilaration suddenly surged in his heart.

Buzz!

The corpses of the King of Fierce Tigers, the Archery Master, and the leader of the Black Wind Stronghold unexpectedly burst into flames, transforming into wisps of the Power of Reality that floated towards Ye Feng.

Among them, the leader of the Stronghold accounted for one wisp.

The Archery Master accounted for two wisps.

The King of Fierce Tigers accounted for five wisps.

In total, there were eight wisps of the Power of Reality, all merging into Ye Feng’s hands. Together with the ten wisps of Power of Reality he could already command, the total reached eighteen wisps.

"Did my bottleneck just break through like that?"

Ye Feng was astonished.

No wonder the difficulty of Black Wind Stronghold was so great; it turns out, after defeating these three cultivators, one could obtain eight wisps of the Power of Reality.

"This world truly is filled with Laws everywhere."

Ye Feng murmured.

Afterwards, he dug a pit in the depression and buried everyone from the Black Wind Stronghold.

Having dealt with this matter, he then returned to the valley.

"Brother Ye Feng!"

Seeing his safe return, Yu Jie couldn’t care less about wearing shoes, she ran to him and flung herself into Ye Feng’s arms, sobbing softly.

"I’m okay, don’t worry." Ye Feng smiled, gently patting Yu Jie’s back.

Without the threat of Black Wind Stronghold, everything returned to calm.

Ye Feng continued to wear a straw hat, enjoying an idyllic life of farming with Yu Jie, occasionally going out to sell goods, accumulating a lot of silver.

In the blink of an eye, ten years had passed.

Ye Feng appeared to have entered middle-age, while Yu Jie’s skin also showed signs of aging, tainted with the marks of time.

"Brother Ye Feng, why don’t you find yourself a wife?" More than once, Yu Jie inquired under the moonlight.

"I don’t need one." Ye Feng shook his head, continuing to immerse himself in his pastoral life, working with the sunrise and resting with the sunset.

In the blink of an eye.

Half a month had passed in the outside world, and the time Ye Feng had experienced in the assessment was approaching fifty years.

As the sun set.

Ye Feng sat in a wicker chair, hair and beard all white, looking like an elderly Immortal with an aura of wisdom.

Even in old age, he still looked handsome.

On the wicker chair beside him.

Yu Jie sat there, looking like a dignified and kind old lady, watching the sunset together with Ye Feng.

At this moment, her hair had turned gray.

On her body, there seemed to be an aura of twilight.

"Brother Ye Feng, thank you for accompanying me for a lifetime."

Yu Jie suddenly spoke, her voice aged and with a hint of weakness, causing Ye Feng to feel unusual.

"Yu Jie, what’s wrong?" Ye Feng quickly turned to look at Yu Jie, only to see her suddenly cough violently.

"Pfft!"

Moments later, Yu Jie spat out a mouthful of blood, staining her white garment crimson, causing Ye Feng’s complexion to change drastically.

"Yu Jie!"

He hurriedly stood up, holding Yu Jie.

All of this had happened too quickly, Ye Feng’s brain short-circuited for a moment, almost blank.

He couldn’t understand why Yu Jie suddenly fell ill.