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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 163: The City Lord's Mansion Reward, Body Refinement under the Waterfall

"Although the Dong family has completely declined, I have been reborn, and my arch-enemy was blown to death by my own self-detonation. Their family's legacy must have already been cut off. As long as I survive in Liuyun Sect for a while, I can soar to the heavens," Dong Dongqiang thought, and he rode his sword away.

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At the peak of Misty Peak.

[Sect Prestige Value +1105]

Ye Feng, listening to the consecutive notification sounds by his ear, felt pleased and paced back and forth on the roof ridge.

Ever since the news that Misty Sect had won first place in the Demon Slaying Conference spread, the Prestige Points had been skyrocketing, jumping from the original twenty thousand to forty-five thousand, nearly doubling, and were about to reach half of one hundred thousand.

"The population of Whitefloat City and the surrounding cities combined exceeds one million. Even if only one tenth of the people acknowledge us, the Prestige Points would suffice to break one hundred thousand."