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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 · Oriental
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Chapter 162: The Moment of Parting, Dong Qiang's Ancestor

Outside the City Lord's Mansion of Whitefloat City.

A red list had been posted.

It's title read boldly six words, "Demon Slaying Competition Rankings."

The crowd's gaze moved downward, landing on the three characters in the first place.

Misty Sect.

"I guessed right!"

"Did that even need guessing?"

People crowded around, and soon a heated discussion erupted, with everyone acting like a sage after the event, claiming they had always known Misty Sect would come first.

"Tyrant Blade Sect second place, Nishang Palace third, Feathers Sect fourth, Falling Mountain Sect fifth..."

The onlookers gazed at the rankings and quickly spread the news.

Nishang Palace.

"As expected, the Misty Sect is first, and the Tyrant Blade Sect being second makes sense, but we've actually got third… Is it because last time I stopped the evil beast and made a greater effort?"

The Palace Master lay lazily on a warm jade throne, stroking a red fox in her arms, looking toward the door.