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

Everyone turned their gazes to the Myriad Clans Continent.


Beside Ye Feng, a figure suddenly appeared out of thin air, dressed in tight black clothing and wearing a black gauze hat.


Figures began to emerge one after another.


With all the disciples who had been training outside now returned, the number of people behind Ye Feng had grown to over thirty thousand.


Sword Saint Yue Xi looked around, her face filled with astonishment as she recognized familiar faces like Mo Ying, Huo Yunjie, Shi Lei, and other disciples.


She was not alone in her shock; the strong cultivators from various realms were just as bewildered.


"No wonder Sect Master Ye was so composed earlier. Turns out he already had a plan. We might have misunderstood him before. If I get a chance to meet him, I must apologize!"


Chapter 1251: After Crying, You Say It's Nothing?