The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1042 - : The Taciturn Wang Ping’an

Ye Feng felt a surge of excitement within.

The Nantian Sword Emperor had personally requested that he take Sword Saint Yuexi and Nantian Chan Juan into the Void Realm. Naturally, this would result in a debt of gratitude, and later on, he could rest assured when seeking help from the Nantian Sword Sect.

Thinking of something, the Nantian Sword Emperor asked,

"Ye Feng, my young friend, would it be possible to bring a few more people along? I've given it some thought; since I've decided to disclose the existence of the Void Realm within the Nantian Sword Sect, it would be good to bring a few more to broaden their horizons."

Ye Feng nodded and said,

"That's possible, but I can wait no longer than an hour. Once time is up, I'll need to return to the Void Realm to deal with other matters."

His urgency had a reason.

Through prior deductions, Ye Feng had discovered that to locate those eight Heavenly Saints who made a cross-realm move against him, he needed to return to the Void Realm, with the help of the Mark of Void and some powers there.

Only then could he locate the adversaries and cross realms to strike back!

"An hour is more than enough!" the Nantian Sword Emperor looked to Sword Saint Yuexi. "Choose ten from within the sect, irrespective of status or background, only those who are the most loyal. Including yourselves, that will be twelve in total."

"Yes," Sword Saint Yuexi immediately departed.

At this moment, the Nantian Sword Emperor's incarnation reached out a hand, and sword light gathered in the air to form a dark gold sword-shaped insignia.

"Ye Feng, my young friend, this is my token. Please, deliver it to Jiannan Yi. Once he sees it, he will understand," said the Nantian Sword Emperor, passing the item over.

Ye Feng caught the token and said, "I will deliver it."

An hour later,

Ten people were brought by Sword Saint Yuexi. Their cultivation levels varied, as did their ages. Upon seeing the Nantian Sword Emperor's incarnation, they all knelt on one knee and offered their salutations.

"Rise!"

The Nantian Sword Emperor waved his hand, "You are the people most trusted by our sect. Today, follow young friend Ye Feng to the Void Realm and embark on a journey to a whole new world."

Following this declaration, the Nantian Sword Emperor's avatar dissolved into a shower of light and entered the bodies of the ten elders and disciples.

The next moment,

These individuals felt a warm sensation throughout their bodies, their cultivation levels soared, and their foundations became even more robust, leading them to feel great joy and deepen their sense of belonging to the Nantian Sword Sect.

"The Nantian Sword Emperor truly knows how to win hearts,"

Ye Feng thought secretly.

After a pause, he said to Sword Saint Yuexi and the others, "Alright, let's head to the Void Realm!"

With that said, he activated the Mark of Void within him.

The dozen or so people present were swiftly enveloped in mist and disappeared along with the condensing fog.

Near the Purple Bamboo Forest in the Void Realm,

A group of people appeared.

Ye Feng cautioned Sword Saint Yuexi and the others,

"To enter the Purple Bamboo Forest, cross a bamboo arch bridge, and you will reach the opposite bank of the river where the Meow Pavilion is. There, you will find the Void Beast."

"Remember!"

"Don't speak ill of it, to avoid being flung away."

"Moreover, Jiannan Yi doesn't know of your arrival, and I can't possibly take you to see him immediately. Once he sees the token from Senior Nantian Sword Emperor, I will let him decide whether to meet with you."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded.

Swoosh!

Ye Feng vanished in response.

"Follow me."

Sword Saint Yuexi beckoned to the group and led the way along the winding pebbled paths of the bamboo forest.

"Help, save me!"

Not long after entering the forest, they saw a young man stuck between two bamboo gaps flailing his arms as if calling for help.

"How did you end up here?"

Sword Saint Yuexi recognized Wang Ping'an.

When she had seen Ye Feng at the ruins of the Wind-Fire Holy Sect with her avatar, she had encountered Long Tianxing, Wang Ping'an, and Qiao Jiaxi, knowing they were all True Disciples of the Misty Sect.

"It's Senior Sword Saint Yuexi! I'm stuck between these bamboos, please save me!" Wang Ping'an clutched at what seemed like a lifeline.

"Pull him out."

Sword Saint Yuexi waved her hand.

The people from the Nantian Sword Sect exchanged glances, stepped forward, grabbed Wang Ping'an by the hands, and tugged hard, but to no avail.

"Croak, croak!"

At this moment, a toad's croaking echoed through the forest.

Following that,

A three-legged golden toad appeared in everyone's line of sight.

"Senior, how about my dried fish?"

Wang Ping'an immediately waved his hand, his eyes full of eagerness.

Previously, he had entrusted the three-legged golden toad with delivering a large amount of dried fish to the void beast, seeking its forgiveness, so he was very eager to know whether the void beast was willing to let him down.

"You're lucky, kid." The three-legged golden toad exhaled a breath of fresh air, and two purple bamboos moved, causing Wang Ping'an to immediately fall to the ground, kicking up quite a few fallen leaves.

"Finally free π_π!"

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Sword Saint Yuexi and the others watched this scene with great perplexity, not understanding what Wang Ping'an had gone through to end up stuck in the bamboo joints.

"You all come with me!"

The three-legged golden toad glanced at the crowd and, after dropping these words, headed deep into the bamboo forest.

"You're also here to test your own combat power, right? I'm familiar with this! Come on, let me lead the way." Wang Ping'an walked in front.

"What's your name?" Nantian Chan Juan walked up, shoulder to shoulder with Wang Ping'an.

The two had a significant age difference, but both were not tall, walking at the front, they looked like a pair of golden boy and jade girl.

Wang Ping'an, carrying his burden of blame, smiled and said, "My name is Wang Ping'an, a first generation disciple of the Misty Sect from Shenzhou. What's your name?"

"Nantian Chan Juan, Dizhou, the Holy Maiden of the Nantian Sword Sect," Nantian Chan Juan introduced herself.

"Wow! You're actually a Holy Maiden!" Wang Ping'an was surprised, his eyes wide open, "So, you must have Heavenly Emperor level cultivation, right? Or have you advanced to Quasi-Saint already?"

With that, he sized up Nantian Chan Juan from head to toe.

"Holy Maiden Nantian, I notice you're not tall either, maybe you didn't develop well, you couldn't possibly be just in your teens like me, right? At this age, I think you might only be at the Divine Origin Realm."

"But, I actually can't see through your cultivation level."

"It seems, as the Holy Maiden of the Nantian Sword Sect, you're not unworthy, you probably wear a spiritual treasure that can hide your cultivation level."

"Must say, your sect is really wealthy."

"..."

Wang Ping'an rambled on and on.

Sword Saint Yuexi and the others behind him exchanged glances, their expressions gradually turning strange.

Nantian Chan Juan's smile, however, froze on her face.

Bang!

She punched Wang Ping'an in the face, sending him flying back and getting stuck once again in the gap formed by two bamboo stalks.

"Hmph!"

"Who are you saying didn't develop well?"

Nantian Chan Juan straightened her unremarkable chest and then quickly walked forward, keeping up with the three-legged golden toad's pace.

The others looked at Wang Ping'an, spread their hands at him, suggesting they were powerless to help.

"This kid has quite the chatterbox."

The three-legged golden toad chuckled and continued leading the way ahead.

In between the bamboo,

"Your development... indeed isn't great!"

Wang Ping'an looked at Nantian Chan Juan in the distance, feeling that compared with the elders, senior sisters, and junior sisters in his sect, she was really not up to the mark.

"So, what did I say wrong?"

Wang Ping'an scratched his head.

Since the bamboo no longer constrained him with the power of laws from the Void Realm, he struggled a little with some force and successfully landed on the ground, running towards the Meow Pavilion.

...

The Tomb of Jian Nan Yi.

"Sigh, so boring!"

Jian Nan Yi lay on his side at the top of his own tomb, propping his head with one hand, watching Mo Ying practice her swordplay in front of the tomb.

Clang!

Mo Ying swung out her hand, and immediately countless sword shadows appeared where her longsword passed, all carrying fierce sword intent, capable of easily cutting down cultivators of the same level.

"Not bad at all! Your combat power is getting closer to that of a King with Eight Stars," Jian Nan Yi nodded repeatedly.

"I'm back."

Then, a gentle voice sounded.