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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?"

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Chapter 688: Accepting a Disciple, Tyrant Sword Cultivator Wu Lang, Crimson Moon Era

In just a few short days, Whitefloat City had seen an influx of hundreds of thousands of people!

Most of them came in admiration, attempting to join the Misty Sect as cultivators.

"Since they're here, let's recruit now."

Ye Feng stroked his chin and gave Gong Qingqiu orders to recruit Third Generation Disciples, Sect Stewards, and Elders.

Upon receiving the command, Gong Qingqiu headed for Whitefloat City.

In the newly built plaza of Whitefloat City.

Gong Qingqiu hovered in the air, looking down at the more than a hundred thousand people who had gathered below, and couldn't help but be astounded.

"When was it ever so easy for our Misty Sect to recruit people? Following the Sect Leader's battle that shocked the world, the entire Shenzhou Continent was stirred. So many people came in admiration; it's truly incomparable to the past," Gong Qingqiu mused.

Gong Qingqiu sighed with emotion.