The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 518: Demon God Temple’s Wang Zhong, Three Black Petals, the Threat of a Curse

```

A gloomy grand hall.

A figure emerged from the shadows, gazing in the direction of billions of miles away, whispering,

"The Misty Sect’s Two-Star Rank promotion celebration?"

"Heh, just take this opportunity to let Wang Zhong investigate the truth. If Ye Feng truly has connections with Emperor Beihe, we must use him to find Emperor Beihe."

"If he doesn’t recognize Emperor Beihe, eliminate him!"

The mysterious person wearing a mask spoke with an icy tone, as if he had stepped out of a profound abyss, exuding a chillness throughout his being.

If Ye Feng were here, he would have noticed that the mysterious person carried a slight trace of the "Seven Steps to Heaven."

This was the residual power of heaven and earth left behind after frequent use of "Seven Steps to Heaven."

Although faint, it was perceptible.

However, the aura of this person was not pure enough.

...

The teleportation hall of Mystique Kingdom.

A young silhouette stepped out.

He looked up at the nearby void, twisted his neck, and with hands tucked into his sleeves, smiled and said,

"Finally arrived!"

No sooner had he spoken when the youth stepped forward and vanished instantaneously.

After a few flickers.

The young man appeared outside the boundaries of Mystique Capital, continued to teleport towards the direction of the Misty Sect.

With each instantaneous movement, he traveled several hundreds of miles.

At this person’s speed, half an hour later, he smoothly arrived near the Misty Sect.

"Is this the Misty Sect?"

The young man lowered his head, stroked his chin, and noticed that many people had gathered in the Misty Sect, seemingly guests from all around.

"So, they are holding a Two-Star Rank promotion celebration. A mere Two-Star force, and yet I have to take action, what a waste of talent."

The youth was somewhat dissatisfied.

His hands remained in his sleeves, not attacking immediately.

Misty Sect, Sect Main Plaza.

Ye Feng, dressed in the formal attire meticulously prepared by Gong Qingqiu, sat on the Sect Leader’s throne, looking around.

Today was the star-raising celebration of the Misty Sect.

This wasn’t the first time.

But Ye Feng was still happy.

He looked at the guests sitting in their seats, feeling extremely pleased.

After all, there was a feast to be had!

In the kitchen.

Li Jiaojiao led a dozen or so disciples skilled in cooking, busy at work.

Some of the young and beautiful second-generation female disciples voluntarily served tea and water to the guests.

Shi Lei, Huo Yunjie, and other disciples were receiving guests.

"Welcome, Yunhua Zhenren!"

"Sect Leader of Liuyun Sect, hello!"

"Sect Master of Hundred Artifacts Sect, a very warm welcome!"

All the first-generation disciples had advanced to the Element Gathering Realm, greatly increasing their strength, allowing them to sit on equal footing with many One-Star forces’ leaders.

"Welcome to the friends from Divine Wind Sword Sect!"

At the entrance of the mountain path, Li Zilong carried the Mad Dragon Bone Spear, greeting the cultivators from the Two-Star forces with a bow.

"Greetings, Elder Li!"

Sword Child Mu Ruxue, Ji Wushuang, Bai Chunfeng, Old Demon Ding, and other powerful figures from the Divine Wind Sword Sect arrived together, taking their seats.

In no time, leaders from Sword King Sect, County King City, Myriad Islands Alliance, and other forces took to the stage one after the other.

Even the resident elders from the Celestial Pride Ranking and Great Powers from the Divine Origin Realm appeared at this time, sending their blessings to the Misty Sect.

On the seats.

Ye Feng looked at the mountain of gifts beside him, his expression composed, as he nodded towards the visiting guests, but inside, he was already brimming with excitement, almost bursting into a pig-like laughter.

Why hold a celebration?

To celebrate?

No, it was for collecting wealth!

"The Empress of Great Liang Demon Nation sends her blessings to the Misty Sect!"

At that moment, Shi Lei shouted loudly, drawing everyone’s attention.

All eyes turned, and they saw the Empress of Great Liang, dressed extravagantly, walking with an elegant and dignified gait.

Behind her followed dozens of young and beautiful women from the Snow Rabbit Clan, attracting the eager gazes of many cultivators present.

"South Ming Country sends its blessings to the Misty Sect!"

Then, the Zhongyuan City Lord, Beiliang City Lord, and others arrived at the same time, offering their gifts.

"The Third Prince has arrived!"

A loud exclamation was heard again.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, to see the Third Prince Ling Luotian, the Protector in a gray robe, and First Princess Ling Yue arriving together.

Even the current Lingmiao Emperor followed closely behind.

```

All the guests had arrived.

Ye Feng looked at the thousands of cultivators seated before him and couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

Ordinarily, a star-rank raising ceremony of a Two-Star Force wouldn’t attract so many powerful sect leaders.

However, after the battle at the Royal Capital, the reputation of the Misty Sect skyrocketed, overshadowing all other forces within the Mystique Kingdom.

Some even joked that the Misty Sect was the strongest Two-Star Force in history, with no predecessors to match.

"Welcome, everyone, and thank you for coming!"

Ye Feng rose to his feet and bowed to all present.

"Sect Leader Ye, congratulations!"

Representatives of the major forces offered their congratulations one after another.

Mu Ruxue, Mo Minxi, Shu Hongyu, and others, they all looked at Ye Feng and noticed that although he had lost his cultivation, he seemed to be in good spirits, which eased their worries.

Within the crowd.

Lin Yuyan and Baixue Ding raised their heads to look at Huo Yunjie, who was seated next to Ye Feng, their cheeks blushing slightly.

"Yunjie has already been promoted to the Heaven’s Chosen list, whereas I have only just broken through to the Element Gathering Realm. The gap between us is still too vast," thought Baixue Ding, bowing her head in disheartenment.

Lin Yuyan sighed softly as she considered Huo Yunjie.

Recalling the time when they were introduced for potential marriage, she realized she might have missed out on a lifelong companion worth entrusting her life to.

Dong Qiang also arrived at the scene.

He suppressed his aura, sitting next to the Sect Leader of Liuyun Sect, daring not to make a sound.

Initially, he didn’t want to come.

But the Sect Leader of Liuyun Sect grabbed his hand and brought him to the Misty Sect regardless, leaving him no choice.

...

Qingyun Sect.

Xiao Fangu stood opposite to Qingyun Zhenren, who had returned, and they stared at each other.

After a moment, Qingyun Zhenren’s old face turned red and he chided, "What, you also have an opinion about this true person?"

Xiao Fangu bowed his head: "Your disciple wouldn’t dare."

Although his strength had greatly increased, he still couldn’t compare to Qingyun Zhenren, a high-rank Element Gathering Realm cultivator.

When it was time to bow, one had to bow.

At that moment, Xi Xinyu stepped forward and bowed to Qingyun Zhenren: "Sect Leader, are we really not going to attend the Two-Star Rank raising ceremony of the Misty Sect?"

"Go to hell!"

The mere mention of this caused Qingyun Zhenren to shudder all over.

Wanting to avoid Ye Feng at all costs, attending the star raising ceremony would be nothing but trouble for himself.

With that thought, Qingyun Zhenren closed the door and announced he was entering closed-door cultivation.

At this, the people of Qingyun Sect looked at each other in dismay.

But, now that Qingyun Zhenren had returned with the Spirit Tree and the sect regained its Miniature Spirit Vein, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

...

Misty Sect.

The star raising ceremony continued.

Noon.

A cascade of white petals descended from the sky, followed by the Appraisal Elders stepping forward from the Royal Capital.

Behind them, hundreds of young and beautiful women used their own vital energies to lift a plaque that was covered with a red cloth.

"Congratulations to the Misty Sect on ascending to the Two-Star rank!"

The Appraisal Elder proclaimed loudly, his voice booming across the hundreds of miles, echoing like thunder, leaving a lasting impression.

Ye Feng took over the plaque, hanging it over the main gate of the Sect Main Hall, and pulled off the red cloth with vigor.

Behind the words "Misty Sect," the original single golden star was now joined by a second.

This was the symbol of a Two-Star Force!

"Congratulations, Sect Leader Ye!"

"Congratulations to the Misty Sect!"

The visiting guests raised their glasses to celebrate.

The atmosphere on the site was very harmonious.

"Wow, quite the lively event!"

But just then, a discordant voice slowly descended, capturing everyone’s attention.

In the void.

The mysterious youth who had arrived early emerged from the space, revealing his true form with hands behind his back, looking down upon everyone in the Sect Main Plaza from on high.

New novel 𝓬hapters are published on ƒreewebɳovel.com.

The aura of Divine Origin Realm Seven Layers erupted suddenly!

In an instant, the youth became the center of attention.

"Who is that?"

"Judging by his tone, he doesn’t seem to be here to congratulate but rather to provoke trouble."

"This man looks so young, yet he’s already stepped into the Seven Layers of Divine Origin Realm, which is quite terrifying!"

"Could he be an old monster with the skill to retain a youthful appearance?"

The people from various forces looked askance.

They had a premonition that something big was going to happen at the Misty Sect today!

Ye Feng sat in his seat.

```

He lifted his head and looked at the mysterious youth before him, whose aura was vast, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

Ye Feng asked.

He had activated his Eye of Insight.

[Name: Wang Zhong]

[Cultivation Level: Divine Origin Realm Seventh Layer]

[Note: Elder of the ’Demon God Temple’ in Jiaoyang Holy City]

These were the details Ye Feng had gathered.

Ye Feng was very unfamiliar with this "Demon God Temple" force; it was a local power from Jiaoyang Holy City, billions of miles away from Ye Feng’s location, so it was normal for him not to have heard of it.

Regardless of the stranger’s background, Ye Feng was not particularly welcoming.

He could sense that Wang Zhong’s intentions were not friendly.

"Who I am is not something you are qualified to know."

Wang Zhong spoke with his hands behind his back, looking down on Ye Feng with disdain.

Before the battle for the Royal Capital, he wouldn’t have dared speak to Ye Feng this way.

But now, times had changed!

In Wang Zhong’s view, Ye Feng was nothing more than a toothless tiger by now, not posing any threat to him.

Gazing around, he didn’t spot Ancestor Lingmiao or the avatar of Ancestor Jinling, and thinking of the Demon God Temple at his back, he felt full of confidence.

"How arrogant!"

"I really want to rub his face in the dirt."

The disciples of the Misty Sect were indignant.

This man was too arrogant!

"What sort of way is that to speak?" Yunhua Zhenren snorted coldly, pointing at Wang Zhong as he scolded.

"Just an Element Gathering Realm, seeking death!" Wang Zhong suddenly turned around and pointed a finger at Yunhua Zhenren, intending to crush him to death.

At that moment, Yunhua Zhenren felt a sense of terror as if his liver and gallbladder were splitting.

"How audacious!"

Ye Feng shouted angrily.

Behind him, the Crimson Edge Halberd appeared out of thin air and slashed a fierce trail of red-gold qi, blowing Wang Zhong away.

Yunhua Zhenren, who had his life saved, heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Ye Feng with eyes full of gratitude.

"Hmm, a middle-grade spiritual treasure!"

Wang Zhong glanced at the torn clothes in front of him and his complexion darkened. "Heh, even an insignificant Misty Sect has a middle-grade spiritual treasure to defend itself. Pity, even so, it cannot stop me."

He said with a contemptuous smile.

The next moment, Wang Zhong extended his hand as a black blossom with just three petals materialized in his palm, unleashing a frightening aura and instantly locking down the entire void.

"An upper-grade spiritual treasure!"

"Only an elder of the Void Break Realm could craft such an artifact; no wonder this person is so arrogant as to look down on Misty Sect."

People from all the major forces changed colors upon seeing this.

Even Ye Feng’s face changed.

The power of an upper-grade spiritual treasure was immense.

Even without the Void Break Realm to drive it, it could exert the power of the first layer of the Void Break Realm.

"If I don’t reveal my true strength, I won’t be able to deal with his upper-grade spiritual treasure, what should I do?"

Ye Feng fell into contemplation.

He had finally managed to feign a loss in cultivation and it had indeed attracted people lurking around Misty Sect.

But, he did not want to expose his strength so soon.

If he did, he wouldn’t be able to catch a bigger fish.

"Who dares be so bold?"

At this moment, two terrifying pressures descended from the sky, merging into a terrifying tidal wave and instantly suppressing the three-petal black flower.

Wang Zhong’s face immediately turned gloomy.

He stared at the sky.

There, two elders appeared.

Ancestor Jinling’s avatar and Ancestor Lingmiao.

"Who are you?" Ancestor Lingmiao stared at Wang Zhong, his eyes full of fierceness.

"Three-petal black flower... It’s the Demon God Flower!"

Ancestor Jinling’s avatar stared at the flowering upper-grade spiritual treasure, his pupils contracted. "Are you a member of the Demon God Temple?"

Upon hearing Ancestor Jinling’s avatar recognize the spiritual treasure, Wang Zhong straightened his chest and sneered, "Correct! Since you know it belongs to the Demon God Temple, do you two dare to stop me?"

"What is the Demon God Temple?" Ancestor Lingmiao asked sternly.

"A hidden force in Jiaoyang Holy City with a Four Star standard. Supposedly they only have one Void Break Realm elder, but he is at the fourth layer of the Void Break Realm, way out of our league."

Ancestor Jinling’s avatar spoke with a grim expression.

Read latest chapters at novelbuddy

He couldn’t contend with forces of that level.

Once reaching the Void Break Realm, the gap between each small layer was substantial. Just take the recent battle for the Royal Capital, the peak first layer Void Break Realm Ancestor of Tree Demons was able to entangle both of them.

If a second layer Void Break Realm were to come, they would easily suppress the two ancestors, let alone the formidable fourth layer of the Void Break Realm.

"What are we going to do now?"

Ancestor Lingmiao’s face grew even more sullen.

The Mystique Kingdom simply had no means to contend with a power like the Demon God Temple. Could it be that he had to seek aid from Jiaoyang Ancient Saint?

However, as a force under the command of Jiaoyang Holy City, the Demon God Temple would certainly also have the support of Jiaoyang Ancient Saint.

In such a situation, patronage was useless.

Because both sides had the same backer...

This scenario was quite awkward.

"The Misty Sect harbors no grudge against the Demon God Temple, so why do you seek to lay hands on Sect Master Ye?" The avatar of Ancestor Jinling, with his extensive experience, quickly changed the question.

"Indeed, there is no enmity. But I need to take Ye Feng back to the Demon God Temple for a certain matter, to question him," replied Wang Zhong, holding the Demon God Flower, his voice cold and sharp.

"It is impossible for me to allow you to take him away," stated the avatar of Ancestor Jinling immediately.

Ye Feng had lost all his cultivation level at this point. Going to the Demon God Temple, he wouldn’t be able to ensure his safety; even if he still was at a Half-step Void Break, he wouldn’t be able to protect himself.

Before the Demon God Temple, even if the three of them joined forces, it would be like throwing eggs against a rock.

"Then don’t blame me for taking action," warned Wang Zhong, who took a deep breath, reached out his hand, plucked a black petal, and tossed it out.

In an instant, a terrible burst of energy was released.

Above the skies of the Misty Sect, a huge black Demon God Dharma Aspect, ten thousand zhang tall, appeared in a blink.

The aura of the first layer of the Void Break Realm suddenly swept over the entire area.

Ye Feng looked up, eyeing Wang Zhong, who was protected by the other two petals, and stroked his chin.

"It seems I have to try ’Horror Curse’, this divine skill. It’s the only way to kill this over-arrogant cultivator from the Demon God Temple unnoticed by gods and ghosts," thought Ye Feng to himself.

With his wide sleeves falling, they covered his hands as he formed incantations.

Ye Feng was already harboring the intent to kill the threatening Wang Zhong.

Such a person, no matter what, must be eliminated.

In a moment, Ye Feng completed the casting.

But he didn’t act just yet.

In the high skies.

The two great ancestors acted simultaneously, their bodies enveloped in a lustrous jade color, their skin transforming towards jade-like hardness, becoming exceptionally tough.

This was the divine skill "Sutra of the Void Jade Body"!

Boom!

Immediately behind them, a Myriad Zhang Dharma Form appeared, also radiating with the light of precious jade, dazzling and brilliant.

They acted at the same time.

Crack!

The black Demon God Dharma Aspect was shattered by a single move from the two of them, turning into a cracked petal and retreating back to Wang Zhong’s side.

"Hmph!

Wang Zhong was very dissatisfied.

"You dare to obstruct our Demon God Temple’s affairs. Once I report this to the Hall Master, no one will live to tell the tale!" he declared arrogantly.

Even facing two Void Break Realms, he was not in the least bit flustered.

This was because his backing was the Demon God Temple!

But at that moment, Wang Zhong suddenly felt something entering his body, instantly invading his sea of consciousness.

"Ah!" he exclaimed,

He felt his soul overwhelmed by a bizarre power, could not help but cry out, and then his soul shattered on the spot, turning into a great cloud of evil Qi that remained within his mind.

The crowd had time only to hear a scream.

After that, Wang Zhong fell from the sky and with a "thud" landed on the Sect Main Plaza.

"What!"

Everyone stared at this sudden turn of events, their eyes wide and faces full of confusion.

The moment before, the Demon God Temple’s arrival had been insufferably arrogant; now, how had he just perished?

Following the shock, the crowd felt a refreshing pleasantness.

No matter the reason, the demise of Wang Zhong was a satisfying turn of events.

Some even wanted to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

"Dead?"

The avatars of both Ancestor Jinling and Ancestor Lingmiao, looking at Wang Zhong, who lay face up on the plaza, mouth agape, eyes still wide with shock, were both astonished.

They instinctively looked towards Ye Feng.

For a moment, both assumed it was Ye Feng’s doing.

But they saw Ye Feng stand up with wide eyes and clenched fists, his body trembling slightly, as if he too was shocked by the scene before him.

The suspicions in the hearts of the two ancestors dissipated like smoke.

"Who did it?"

The two turned again towards Wang Zhong, frowning deeply, filled with confusion.

No one knew that within the seemingly shocked and aghast heart of Ye Feng, joy was already blooming.

A seven-layer Divine Origin Realm existence had died in an instant.

The Horror Curse truly was as terrible as this!