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

"My first thread of the Power of Reality is about to emerge!"


He turned his head to look at Yu Jie's room, remembering the gifts he had made by hand over the past few days, and a slight smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.


"Using both hands to create things can strengthen the Power of Reality, after all, this power is rooted in reality."


"Only by being hands-on can there be any progress."


Ye Feng murmured quietly, causing the clouds in the sky to roll continuously, as if echoing his words.


Ye Feng was making brushes using bamboo tubes, wolf hair, lines, and adhesive, all of decent quality, when suddenly a pair of cool little hands covered his eyes.


"Guess who I am?" Yu Jie said with a mischievous smile.


Chapter 1069: Hand of Myriad Transformations, Volume One