The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

"Sect Leader, the certification of a Three-star Force can be postponed. Whitefloat City is developing rapidly, and within three years, it will surely become a Two-Star Force. By then, with the foundation of our Sect, advancing to a Three-star Force will pose no issue."

Gong Qingqiu said confidently.

"Three years?" Ye Feng's mouth twitched.

The task for the fifth stage for the Sect Leader only allowed one year's time. If Whitefloat City needed three years to pass the Two-Star evaluation, that would be too slow.

"We must accelerate our progress!"

Ye Feng issued the command.

"Yes," Gong Qingqiu, detecting the seriousness in Ye Feng's tone, immediately turned solemn.

"However, tomorrow is the battle of genius cultivators between the two nations. Have the disciples solidify their cultivation as soon as possible. We don't seek rankings, but rather to temper ourselves properly, understand?"

"Sect Leader, I will convey your decree immediately."

Gong Qingqiu retreated.

At the cliff's edge of Misty Peak.

Ye Feng, with his hands clasped behind him, looked down at the ever-expanding Whitefloat City, suddenly feeling a sense of grandeur that could swallow the land and sky whole.

"The battle of geniuses... Let it begin soon!"

He murmured to himself.

Meanwhile, in the Great Liang Demon Nation.

Li Qiankun and his group arrived at a large city with a population exceeding three million and set up a stall for fortune-telling.

But before they could receive any customers, news came to them.

"Have you heard? Whitefloat City of Mystique Kingdom is going to hold a battle of geniuses between two countries. The top geniuses from both Whitefloat City and Leiwu Dynasty, these four-star forces, will be participating."

"Really?"

"Absolutely true. It's a shame that it starts tomorrow. We might not make it in time if we leave now."

"Not necessarily. If we make full speed, we might just catch the most thrilling peak-level duels, as the favored competitors won't enter the fray so early."

"Then what are we waiting for, let's go!"

Listening to the conversations of the hurried cultivators on the streets, Li Qiankun, Wang Ping'an, Long Tianxing, and Qiao Jiaxi exchanged glances and quickly packed up their stall.

Then, they grabbed Brother Flathead by the neck, crushed a Teleportation Talisman, and in an instant turned into a streak of white light and disappeared.

At the summit of Misty Peak.

The group of four plus one brother finally returned.

But they didn't find Ye Feng; instead, they encountered Mo Ying, who had just finished her cultivation retreat.

"Senior Sister Mo, is there really going to be a battle of geniuses between two countries?"

"Hmm."

Mo Ying acknowledged with a hum, then soared into the sky and settled in a wooden hut on a Floating Mountain Peak.

This was her new residence.

"Eighth level of the Element Gathering Realm..."

Mo Ying whispered to herself.

During this time, she had been diligently cultivating.

When the Spirit Vein on Spirit Beast Peak was upgraded to a large scale, she absorbed a massive amount of Heavenly Dew, which substantially increased her cultivation level, and finally brought her to her current realm.

Mo Ying was full of anticipation for tomorrow's battle of geniuses.

...

The next morning.

The area near the fourteen floating platforms above Whitefloat City was already crowded with people. Some were mere spectators from Whitefloat City, and others were top talents from the two great nations.

At that moment, a figure appeared in the sky.

All eyes turned toward him, seeing that despite his young appearance, he exuded a domineering divine might.

"A Divine Origin Realm Great Power!"

Everyone was taken aback.

"I am Wang Ling, Inner Sect Elder of Misty Sect, and I will oversee this battle of geniuses between the two nations,"

Wang Ling's resonant voice boomed, "In the sky, there are a total of fourteen platforms, corresponding to each level of the Element Gathering Realm from the first to the ninth level, and the Spirit Sea Realm from the first to the fifth level. Only geniuses under thirty years old may participate."

"This battle will last for three days and three nights."

"The defeated will leave the arena, and the victor will become the temporary champion, accepting challenges from others."

"Our Sect has specially prepared healing Spiritual Liquid to keep the champions at their peak condition at all times, preventing unfair victories by their opponents."

"Whoever stands to the end will be the true champion and the true King of the Same Rank!"

"Then, let's begin!"

Inner Sect Elder Wang Ling announced with a clear voice.

Upon hearing these words, all the prodigies seated around became eager to try their hands.

"I'll start defending at the Element Gathering Realm first level!" A young man immediately leaped onto the stage, waiting for his opponent to appear.

"Your opponent is me!"

Another cultivator of the Element Gathering Realm first level promptly took to the stage and engaged the temporary champion in battle.

"I'm so eager to join in!"

Wang Ping'an watched the exchanges of blows among the prodigies on the stage, noticing their formidable strength.

"Junior brother, no need to panic—with your 'poisonous support' talent, you can definitely befuddle your opponent and win with ease," Long Tianxing said, grinning mischievously.

"What do you mean?" Wang Ping'an blinked.

Qiao Jiaxi patted his shoulder and said, "Aren't you playing coy? Hurry up, go have a match. Remember to 'poisonously support' them!"

"Alright, alright then!" Wang Ping'an gave an awkward smile, scratched his head, and jumped onto the stage for the Element Gathering Realm third level.

"It's a disciple from Misty Sect!"

"I heard his name is Wang Ping'an. He's listed on the Mystique Kingdom's Prodigy Board. However, he seems to have never been challenged before, so no one knows how strong he really is."

"Let's just watch and find out."

All the prodigies from various forces looked curiously at Wang Ping'an, wanting to discern his true capabilities.

On stage number three.

Wang Ping'an's opponent was a burly young man wielding a middle-grade Spirit Sword, hailing from the Leiwu Dynasty, with a cultivation level at the peak of the Element Gathering Realm third level.

The mere presence of this man emitted a fierce Sword Intent that startled Wang Ping'an.

"Hehe, fellow daoist, I see that you have a posture that commands attention, a dashing and handsome appearance, a robust physique, vibrant Sword Intent, and a steady aura like a wandering dragon. You're definitely going to become the champion of this arena battle," Wang Ping'an began to lavishly praise (poisonously support) the man.

Upon hearing those words, the burly youth wielding the sword raised an eyebrow and snorted, "Don't think that flattering me will make me go easy on you. Let me tell you the truth—I'm set on taking this champion title!"

"Valiant warrior, your vitality is indeed strong, but I do believe you're truly remarkable. With a single move, you can surely slash the heavens and tear apart the sky with matchless might!"

Wang Ping'an offered another big dose of poisonous support.

The onlookers had bewildered expressions on their faces.

The two were clearly opponents, so why did Wang Ping'an persist in praising his opponent?

Could it be he could actually lower his opponent's fighting strength with flattery?

The audience was puzzled.

Only the older disciples of Misty Sect were covering their mouths, snickering to themselves.

"Enough talk, take this!"

The irritated burly youth, wielding his longsword, instantly slashed towards Wang Ping'an, giving him no chance to catch his breath.

"Bursting Origin Pill!"

Wang Ping'an was not the least bit nervous; holding a cloth bag in one hand, he reached into it with the other and drew out dozens of Lower Grade Bursting Origin Pills, tossing them all at once at the burly youth from the Leiwu Dynasty.

Boom boom boom!

Each elixir exploded upon impact.

Fierce energy merged into a continuous force, and in less than a round, the burly young man was sent flying, landing on the ground charred and black, with his hair looking like an exploded mess, a sight too pitiful to endure.

"Wow!"

All the top talents watched in utter shock.

"Cough cough cough…"

The burly youth on the ground coughed violently, expelling thick black smoke from his mouth and shakingly pointed a finger at Wang Ping'an.

"You... how could you waste them like that!"

Those were dozens of Lower Grade Origin Pills!

If sold on the market, they could fetch several thousand Lower Grade Spirit Stones!
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And yet, Wang Ping'an, without even blinking, used them all to bomb him, an act of sheer madness!

What puzzled the burly youth even more was that his condition felt excellent just before—the smooth flow of his breath, the strength of his physical body, and the fierceness of his Sword Intent. But when he made his move, he just couldn't muster any strength.

"Enough, enough. Perhaps, I'm just not fated to be the champion," the burly youth conceded, quite helplessly, and admitted his defeat on the spot.

"Fellow daoist, thank you for letting me win!"

Wang Ping'an didn't dare to be arrogant. He gave a salute to the man and continued standing on the stage, becoming the temporary champion of stage number three.