The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1253: Questioning the Ten Directions Holy Sect

Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253: Questioning the Ten Directions Holy Sect

Ye Feng held his ground atop the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, single-handedly blocking the emerging Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans. He was a hero of the Three Thousand Realms.

In the eyes of cultivators from various realms, Ye Feng’s actions just now were justified.

When dealing with the Myriad Clans, reasoning was unnecessary.

Crushing them all along the way was enough.

"Ye Feng, you’re vile and shameless!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe cursed the loudest.

"Oh."

Ye Feng deliberately stretched his voice, a faint smile on his lips.

"Want to keep fighting?"

Ye Feng asked again.

"Fight your head!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe snarled furiously.

He was clearly at his wit’s end.

"If we’re not fighting, then I’ll continue cultivating." Ye Feng crossed his legs and sat on the ground, resuming his diligent practice of the fourth volume of the Time Codex. The number of Time Laws weaving around him grew increasingly abundant.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe threatened again:

"Ye Feng, don’t get complacent."

"One day, we’ll surely kill you and raze Misty Sect to the ground, wiping out every disciple you resurrected."

Hearing this, Ye Feng sneered coldly.

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe had already mentioned that they had over a hundred cultivators at the Hundred Tribulations Realm, but those individuals would take several years to awaken. They couldn’t revive so quickly.

For now, only peak Supreme Saints could awaken.

Even if they employed fusion techniques, the strongest outcome would be the Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique executed by thirty clan leaders, with power comparable to the first layer of the Hundred Tribulations Realm—but it still couldn’t rival Ye Feng.

"As long as I’m here, none of you will emerge within the next few years."

Ye Feng grinned.

Hearing this, the assembled clan leaders were infuriated.

But what Ye Feng said was the truth.

With Ye Feng guarding, they couldn’t leave the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain and would remain stifled and trapped.

"I’ll take my leave for now."

Chu Tianlan, sensing he didn’t need to act for the time being, shifted his form and dissipated into a wave of energy.

On the ground.

Ye Feng continued to cultivate.

Sword Saint Yue Xi stood by his side all the while.

Swish, swish, swish!

More than ten peak Supreme Saints from the Three Thousand Realms descended nearby. They only chatted idly with Yue Xi, not daring to disturb Ye Feng during his intense cultivation.

Across the worlds.

The crowds withdrew their gazes once more.

This battle had concluded for now.

Misty Sect.

The disciples exited the War Expedition Gate.

They sat cross-legged by Spirit Lake, absorbing the abundant nature’s spiritual energy there. While recovering, they also analyzed the scenes of the battle.

The disciples were deeply inspired.

"Madman Sword Drawing Technique!"

"I must learn to execute it without endangering my life or origin."

"If I can achieve that, my peak combat power will break its limits, potentially surpassing Junior Sister Mo Ying."

Huo Yunjie thought to himself.

Not far away.

Mo Ying sat cross-legged atop a large boulder.

"From this battle, I finally grasped the limits and flaws of my Swift Sword—though fast, it lacks single-target explosive strength. I must enhance my singular strikes."

"Otherwise, I won’t be able to penetrate strong defenses."

"My upper limits will remain capped, too."

With that in mind, she began cultivating.

By the lake.

Qiao Jiaxi rolled up his trousers, standing in the water as the cool lake swirled around his ankles. Gazing at the distant sky, he proclaimed:

"Super God Fist!"

"This is the direction I want to pursue."

"It will greatly inflate my combat power."

With those words, he also committed himself to practice.

Elsewhere.

Long Tianxing, Yan Ruyu, Li Jiaojiao, Jia Yulan, Wang Ping’an, Han Yonghui, and other disciples diligently analyzed their own weaknesses, preparing to address them in the shortest time possible.

"A wooden barrel’s capacity depends on its shortest plank, not its longest. Addressing weaknesses is the only way to maintain an upward trajectory."

The disciples thought privately.

...

Ten Directions Sect.

The Great Elder stood on the ground, his expression grim.

He bore a grudge against Ye Feng.

The feud wasn’t particularly deep, nor was it trivial.

The animosity arose when the Great Elder of the Ten Directions Sect collaborated with the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect to attack Ye Feng, competing for the Jade Fairy Mountain that nurtured the Jade God—a complicit act.

"Now that Ye Feng’s strength is terrifying, I’m in danger,"

The Great Elder muttered, his voice heavy.

He glanced toward the Sect Master’s Grand Hall, gritted his teeth, and walked over, kneeling before it.

"Saint Emperor!"

The Great Elder called out.

"What is it?"

From within the hall, the voice of the Ten Directions Saint Emperor arose.

"I am deeply troubled."

The Great Elder’s voice was somber.

"Oh?"

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor sounded mildly surprised.

"I’ve made an enemy of Ye Feng."

With gritted teeth, the Great Elder disclosed his worries, his eyes brimming with seriousness.

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor inside the hall fell silent.

Ye Feng’s strength wasn’t equal to his.

But now, Ye Feng was single-handedly keeping all the revived clan leaders of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain at bay, emerging as a hero in the eyes of cultivators across realms.

Ye Feng’s renown was now unstoppable.

If Ye Feng were to challenge the Ten Directions Sect, even the Saint Emperor as Sect Master wouldn’t know how to respond.

Fight?

The Ten Directions Sect would face the scorn of the Myriad Realms.

Don’t fight?

The Ten Directions Sect would be ridiculed.

Seeing the Saint Emperor remain silent, the Great Elder grew uneasy, uncertain how the matter would eventually be handled.

If this had been before the emergence of the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, Ye Feng’s conflict with the Ten Directions Sect could have been either significant or minor, with limited attention from other realms—it could’ve been gradually suppressed.

But now, it was far more complicated.

Ye Feng’s every move was under the scrutiny of the Myriad Realms.

If Ye Feng stood against the Ten Directions Sect, countless forces would undoubtedly align themselves with Ye Feng, relentlessly pressuring the sect.

A quarter of an hour later.

The Ten Directions Saint Emperor’s voice broke the silence:

"Is the feud mortal?"

The Great Elder hesitated and shook his head, responding:

"Calling it mortal enmity seems excessive. Back then, I merely accepted benefits to assist the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect in targeting Ye Feng—I was complicit without any direct hostility."

"Then it’s not severe." The Saint Emperor chuckled.

"Sect Master, do you have a resolution?"

The Great Elder eagerly inquired.

"No."

The Saint Emperor flatly replied.

Hearing this, the Great Elder froze in embarrassment.

"Then how should we handle this... Sect Master, do you have any guidance?"

The Great Elder pressed on.

"This matter, I cannot intervene."

The Saint Emperor’s voice echoed, and at that very instant, the Grand Hall’s doors shut automatically.

Upon witnessing this, the Great Elder’s face turned pale.

Had the Sect Master abandoned him?

Swish!

Suddenly, a beam of light emerged from the Grand Hall, piercing into the Great Elder’s brow and shielding his Divine Soul.

"This is... a life-saving artifact!"

"The Sect Master hasn’t forsaken me!"

The Great Elder rejoiced.

"But the Sect Master isn’t taking action. If I face Ye Feng alone, how can I withstand him?"

The Great Elder sank into contemplation.

Days later.

Myriad Clans Continent.

Ye Feng opened his eyes.

He had hit a bottleneck.

The difficulty of cultivating the fourth volume of the Time Codex was immense, and even now, he had only mastered its initial sections, bolstering his depth of Time Laws to over 1,200 strands.

Yet now, he was stuck.

"Oh right."

"I came to the Three Thousand Realms to kill the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect and settle accounts with the Ten Directions Sect’s Great Elder."

"The Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect unleashed the Clan Leader of the Myriad Clans, only to be slain by the Chief of the Hunting Tribe—he reaped what he sowed."

"Now, there’s still the Ten Directions Sect’s Great Elder."

"This grudge needs to be resolved."

Ye Feng stood up and looked into the distance.

"Target: Ten Directions Sect!"

Those nearby, including Sword Saint Yue Xi, heard him clearly and widened their eyes in astonishment, stunned by Ye Feng’s audacity.

He intended to confront the Ten Directions Sect?

The feuds between Ye Feng and the Grand Elders of the Devouring Heaven Demon Sect, Ten Directions Sect, and Mingwang Holy Sect were well-known among the gathered cultivators.

But Ye Feng heading directly for the Ten Directions Sect?

Wasn’t he afraid of being slain by the Ten Directions Saint Emperor?

Before anyone could fully process his intentions, Ye Feng had already torn through the void, vanishing into thin air.