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

The Demonic Flute truly lived up to its name.


When Ye Feng grasped it, he immediately felt his heart and mind immerse in a crisp flute melody, his thoughts floating to the distance as his divine soul gently trembled and slowly strengthened.


"A tune to hook the soul, two to refine the divine spirit!"


A clear female voice rang out beside Ye Feng's ear.


He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a faint figure of a woman with a blurred face, materializing within the hovering demonic mist coming out of the flute.


She sat under the willow by the riverbank.


Her jade feet soaked in the cool river water.


Holding a flute in both hands, she gently played, releasing a soul-piercing melody with the magical ability to purify the heart and strengthen the divine soul, making Ye Feng feel entirely at ease.


The vision in front of him vanished as well.


Chapter 1004: The Demonic Flute and the Realm Anchoring Stele