The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 333: Chapter 333: Rewards of the Last Two Layers, Purple Qi from the East

Thousands of miles felt somewhat distant to Mo Ying.

After journeying with stops and starts, two days later, she finally returned to the Misty Sect, and found Ye Feng planting trees on the summit of Misty Peak.

“Sect Leader, I have returned,” Mo Ying greeted with a fist and palm salute.

“Mm, good to have you back… Where’s the metal orb I gave you?” Ye Feng asked.

“I left it with a very important relative of mine, akin to my grandmother. Should she find herself in danger, she would likely crush the orb,” Mo Ying hadn’t expected Ye Feng to know the whereabouts of the orb, and she was immediately taken aback.

“Ah, I see, so it seems you went home to visit your family,” Ye Feng nodded slightly.

“Yes,” Mo Ying nodded in assent.

“Go attend to your matters first!” Ye Feng said, ready to continue planting with his hoe in hand.

“Sect Leader, what kind of trees are these?” Mo Ying inquired, observing the many uniquely shaped saplings already planted around the summit of Misty Peak.

“Laurel, night-blooming jasmine, mango, longan, lychee…” Ye Feng listed the names of dozens of trees in succession.

Today, he had made a wish.

Then, he received a hundred fruit tree saplings, so Ye Feng felt idle anyway and decided to simply plant trees at the peak, watering them with Spirit Spring Water.

“Are they Spirit Trees?” Mo Ying asked.

“No,” Ye Feng replied succinctly, “But, watered by the Spiritual Spring day and night, they will also become Spirit Trees in the future.”

“Mm,” Mo Ying nodded lightly, touching her chin, “Sect Leader, I shall continue to the Cultivation Tower then. What do you think will be on the seventh layer of the Cultivation Tower?”

“You’ll find out when you get there,” Ye Feng said.

Mo Ying remained silent.

After pondering for a moment, she bid Ye Feng farewell and flew toward the Cultivation Tower.

“Senior Sister Mo is back.”

The disciples greeted her as she passed by and soon noticed she was climbing straight to the top, entering the fifth layer.

In front of an archway.

“Congratulations on overcoming the demon within your heart.”

Mo Ying raised her head and saw these colorful words appear in her line of sight, her eyes filled with joy.

The colorful words quickly dissipated, but the elation in Mo Ying’s heart surged, prompting her to quickly step onto the spiral staircase.

The sixth layer of the Cultivation Tower.

Mo Ying stood there.

This place had only a half-person-high stone platform, on which lay a dark gold treasure box inscribed with various ancient array patterns, exuding a sense of historical vicissitude and heaviness.

“Open the treasure box and you will receive your chance,” read the words on the stone platform.

Mo Ying, filled with excitement, quickly opened the treasure box.

It was empty inside.

“Empty?” Mo Ying was very disappointed.

But the next moment, spiritual light converged within the treasure box, turning into a jade-green jade ring, the size of a Copper Coin, with two red strings attached, hovering before Mo Ying.

She reached out to grasp it.

“Wearing it, you will gain the ability to change your appearance at will,” a special thought rang within Mo Ying’s mind.

Her eyes brightened as she wore the jade ring at her brow, securing it with the red strings to ensure it would not fall off.

Then, she took out a mirror.

In the reflection, Mo Ying’s face could change with her thoughts, sometimes becoming an old woman, sometimes a charming lady, and sometimes turning into a stunning imperial consort.

In short, any appearance she could think of was possible.

“It truly is a marvelous treasure!” Mo Ying’s lips gradually curved upward.

The next moment, a flurry of thoughts rushed into her mind, forming a golden inscription, which recorded a Fourth Grade Spell called “The Art of Myriad Transformations”, capable of altering one’s stature, voice, and aura. Paired with the disguise from the jade ring, she could masquerade as anyone.

“So, this is my opportunity,” Mo Ying inhaled deeply, looking at the spiral staircase leading to the top, full of anticipation, and ascended.

The seventh layer of the Cultivation Tower.

This place was very spacious, with only seven purple-gold meditation cushions placed by the windows for people to sit on and gaze at the distant scenery.

“You may choose any cushion to sit on,” a row of golden text floated in midair.

After much deliberation, Mo Ying walked toward a window facing the east and sat cross-legged on the cushion.

At the moment, it was the time of sunrise.

Mo Ying watched the streak of the daybreak’s light in the east, facing the gentle breeze of the early morning, as if she returned to the days of her youth when she stood on the shore, feeling the wind.

That was the most unrestrained time of her life.

Sunrise, a touch of “Purple Qi from the East.”

In a moment of serendipitous enlightenment, Mo Ying noticed her own bottleneck begin to loosen and immediately maintained her cultivation posture of “Five Hearts facing the Sky,” collecting nature’s spiritual energy and starting to assault the Second Layer of the Element Gathering Realm.

But as soon as she began the assault on the realm, she found the bottleneck shatter and her cultivation level automatically stepped into the Second Layer of the Element Gathering Realm.

All of this occurred as if naturally destined.

“So fast!”

Mo Ying was pleasantly surprised.

Yet, this was far from over.

The spiritual energy from the entire Cultivation Peak began to converge on the seventh floor, including the spiritual energy from Misty Peak, Spirit Beast Peak, and Feilai Peak, all moving towards the seventh floor of the Cultivation Tower and forming a continuous storm of spiritual energy, pouring into Mo Ying’s Qi Sea and transforming into True Yuan.

“Eh, Mo Ying has reached the seventh floor.”

Ye Feng, wearing a straw hat, put down his hoe and looked toward the Cultivation Tower, noticing a purple aura entwined around it, flowing into Mo Ying’s body.

“So, ascending to the seventh floor of the Cultivation Tower for the first time grants one the opportunity to increase their cultivation level.”

Ye Feng suddenly understood.

“What’s going on?”

“Look, the Cultivation Tower is enveloped by a tide of spiritual energy!”

“Judging by this momentum, it’s very much like a breakthrough in the Element Gathering Realm.”

“Which Senior Brother or Senior Sister has broken through this time?”

The second-generation disciples of the Misty Sect had just gotten up when they noticed the extraordinary phenomenon, immediately feeling a sense of longing.

Inside the Cultivation Tower.

Shi Lei, Li Jiaojiao, and others also sensed the anomaly and discovered that the tower’s spiritual energy was flowing upwards.

The seventh floor of the Cultivation Tower.

Mo Ying found herself endowed with a ceaseless stream of power for her cultivation level, as if no bottleneck existed, and astonishingly, within a short quarter-hour, she surged to the Third Layer of the Element Gathering Realm and consolidated her cultivation level.

Finally, the spiritual energy dissipated.

In her eyes, a flash of purple light came and went in an instant.

“My ‘Swift Sword Intent’ has actually increased by three threads!”

Apart from the advancement in cultivation, Mo Ying also discovered this pleasant surprise.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

Gong Qingqiu was paying her respects to Ye Feng and also noticed the anomaly on the seventh floor of the Cultivation Tower, sighing, “Mo Ying’s talent is not the highest, and her cultivation journey has been full of stumbling blocks, but in the end, she still managed to break through, truly amazing indeed!”

Ye Feng nodded and said, “Elder Gong, you can do it too. Ascending to the seventh floor of the Cultivation Tower for the first time, you can enhance your body with an abundance of nature’s spiritual energy and advance a minor realm, which suits you well.”

“Is it truly that miraculous?” Gong Qingqiu was breathless with surprise.

She was soon to recover her former cultivation level of the Fifth Layer of the Element Gathering Realm, and once she advanced another layer, that would be the Sixth Layer.

This level of cultivation was considered very high.

“This morning, I will first arrange the cultivation tasks for the second-generation disciples. Once they all get used to it, I will concentrate on the tower and strive to reach the seventh layer,” Gong Qingqiu clenched her fists.

Ye Feng remained silent.

In his view, Gong Qingqiu’s chances of reaching the seventh layer were high, seeing as she had already recovered to the peak of the Fourth Layer of the Element Gathering Realm; neither the Gravity Zone, Enlightenment Zone, Combat Zone, nor Illusionary Realm were difficult for her.

Once she reached the Opportunity Zone, obtained her opportunity, she naturally could ascend to the seventh layer.

“Sect Leader, I’m going to instruct the second-generation disciples.”

“Go ahead, hard work pays off.”

Ye Feng casually plucked a jasmine flower from the garden and gave it to Gong Qingqiu as an encouragement from the Sect Leader to a subordinate.

However, she felt a warmth in her heart, hastily obtained a Jade Vial, filled it with Spirit Spring Water, then placed the jasmine flower within, always holding it in her hands as she walked toward Feilai Peak.

Watching her retreating figure, Ye Feng scratched his head and muttered, “This outfit, why does it increasingly resemble a certain Bodhisattva?”

Shaking his head, Ye Feng felt the enhancement in his physical strength brought about by Mo Ying’s advancement, a smile creeping up on the corners of his mouth.

“Using all means to hoodwink disciples and Elders into advancing their cultivation levels, I am the ultimate winner!”

Ye Feng chuckled to himself, continuing with his gardening.

Only at noon did he take up the Heaven-Asking Mirror to check on the progress of the undercover Li Mo Huang.

At this moment, hundreds of miles away,

In a small town with no more than a few tens of thousands of inhabitants,

A bridal sedan chair carrying a bride was on its way a few miles to the groom’s house.

The sedan chair was carried by eight people.

Among them was none other than Li Mo Huang.