Chaotic Winter Melon Essence

"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?"

The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Ye Feng was quite satisfied with these younger generations.


For a sect to rise to power, it must have a bustling city under its command with many families of practitioners nestled within, providing fresh blood for the sect.


After years of vigorous development, Whitefloat City had advanced to Four Star status, with a population of several hundred million, possessing immense potential.


Families that were once ordinary had now become very powerful.


The young man in black hailed from one of Whitefloat City's families. Named Zhang Tianyuan, he was barely eighteen years old yet had already reached the fifth level of the Element Gathering Realm, making him quite a promising seedling.


A few years ago, Zhang Tianyuan's cultivation level would have qualified him as the strongest person in Whitefloat City.


But now, it was just considered passable.


Chapter 893: The Aura of the Great Dao, Relocation Idea, Snake Tribe