The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Chapter 2026: Chapter 2026: Similar Flowers, The Sword Cuts Down the Beloved

"Yu Jie?" The girl in the pink dress blinked, not understanding why the tea shop owner said that.

Ye Feng’s breath quickened.

At this moment, memories of his time with Yu Jie rushed into his mind, making him feel as if he had returned to those carefree and joyful days.

That...

Was probably his first love, right?

But the outcome was heartbreaking.

Because Yu Jie died, reincarnated as the later Spirit Heavenly Immortal, but the latter also died.

"No, you’re not Yu Jie."

Ye Feng suddenly shook his head, thinking that Yu Jie couldn’t possibly appear here, since she was the past life of Spirit Heavenly Immortal, and even the Spirit Heavenly Immortal had died in battle, it was even more impossible for Yu Jie from an earlier timeline to appear here.

With that thought, he looked at the girl in the pink dress.

"Boss, I’m Xiao Die." The cute young girl who resembled Yu Jie smiled, showing her adorable little canine teeth, "You probably have mistaken me for someone else."

Ye Feng suppressed his emotions: "Yes, I must have mistaken you for someone else, sorry."

Xiao Die covered her mouth and laughed lightly: "It’s okay, boss, I’m here to sell tea. I heard this is a tea shop; do you need to buy some tea from our garden?"

"Yes, I do." Ye Feng replied without hesitation.

He had taken the Dust Fate Pill, received a mystical guidance, and eventually came to this ancient city, where he met a girl who looked like Yu Jie. Perhaps she was the predestined fate the Dust Fate Pill brought him.

Therefore, Ye Feng cherished it greatly.

Only by grasping this destined fate could he create an entirely new Desire Law.

"That’s great! Please take a look at the teas from our garden; there are five kinds, all with good taste, suitable for both mortals and cultivators."

Xiao Die happily introduced.

She was a low-level cultivator in the third level of the Qi Refining Realm, which meant her cultivation level was very low, but she was still among the top hundred existences in the entire ancient city.

After all, there were very few cultivators here.

But her attitude towards Ye Feng was still very kind, like an ordinary tea salesgirl introducing her products to a customer.

Ye Feng didn’t reveal a powerful aura.

At the moment, he seemed like a mortal.

"You’re a cultivator, so why are you so kind to me, a mere mortal?"

Ye Feng was puzzled.

He didn’t release his divine sense to explore his surroundings but tried his best to suppress himself to a mortal state to gain a better experience in this fated relationship.

For many things, he didn’t choose to guess.

When he didn’t understand, he just asked directly, perhaps gaining new inspiration from others’ mouths.

Xiao Die’s eyes curved into crescents as she laughed: "Because my master told me from a young age, whether you are rich or poor, strong or weak, you must learn to be humble, low-key, and well-mannered."

Her smile was very contagious.

Especially with a face that resembled Yu Jie, it was incredibly charming to Ye Feng.

That smile made his heart blossom.

"Indeed, that’s how one should be; don’t think you can domineer just because you’re powerful. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Of course, when you’re still poor and weak, you shouldn’t be passive and lazy; you should grit your teeth and persist to see the rainbow."

Ye Feng said with emotion.

"Yes, yes, that’s right! My master also told me that you shouldn’t bully the weak just because you’re strong. Of course, if you encounter evildoers, you should also step in to stop them."

Xiao Die agreed repeatedly, as if she had found a soulmate.

Ye Feng laughed heartily, not expecting this girl named Xiao Die to be so in tune with him. Their worldviews were nearly identical, a rare occurrence indeed.

In reality, a couple with aligned worldviews could try to work things out.

But Ye Feng quickly snapped back to reality.

Currently, he was in search of enlightenment and couldn’t dive too deeply into anything; he needed to remain rational. He then pointed to the counter beside him and said to Xiao Die, "Take out all five types of your tea leaves and show them to me!"

"Sure!" Xiao Die nodded, took off the bamboo basket from her back, and took out five delicately small wooden boxes, opening them one by one to reveal the tea leaves.

"Black tea, Longjing, Pu’erh, Ginseng tea, Green tea... Boss, which one do you want?"

Xiao Die blinked her eyes.

"Green tea it is!" Ye Feng said jokingly.

"Huh? Why?" Xiao Die didn’t understand and was still a naive and lovely young girl.

Ye Feng chuckled and said, "Green tea is pretentious, but it makes the little brother happy."

"Huh?" Xiao Die looked puzzled, "How does green tea make people happy? I didn’t know that."

Saying this, she pressed her lower lip with her hand, appearing to be in deep thought, making her even more adorable.

Ye Feng didn’t explain.

He referred to the kind of "tea art maestro" whose sweet talk and ways genuinely know how to make men happy.

Someone once jested: That’s not green tea; that’s my considerate little sister!

Of course, Xiao Die didn’t understand these things.

Ye Feng didn’t explain much either; he extended a hand towards Xiao Die with a grabbing motion.

"Wha...what do you want to do?"

At first, Xiao Die blinked, then realized there was just the two of them here, and Ye Feng’s gesture seemed a bit strange, leading her to misunderstand that Ye Feng intended to do something improper to her.

"Little girl, what are you thinking? I meant that I want all five kinds of tea leaves!"

Ye Feng rolled his eyes.

"Ah...oh!" Xiao Die opened her mouth wide, realizing she’d misconstrued. Besides, she was a third-level Qi Refinement realm cultivator, while the handsome tea shop owner in front of her was just a mortal. Could he really handle her? Thinking this, she calmed down.

"Five boxes of tea leaves, a total of three hundred coins."

Xiao Die held up three fingers.

"Here you go." Ye Feng placed three hundred coins into Xiao Die’s palm, "However, since I run a tea shop, I need a lot of tea leaves. These five boxes can only last me half a month, and I need to buy more."

"That’s great, but although I am a cultivator, I don’t have a storage bag, and I only brought these five boxes on this trip. I need to return to the tea garden to get more."

Xiao Die quickly explained.

"I am free these days; I’ll go with you!" Ye Feng offered, wanting to spend more time with her.

After all, Xiao Die was key to his enlightenment.

"Huh? But, from the city to our tea garden, it’s over a hundred miles!" Xiao Die was surprised, not expecting the tea shop owner to want to accompany her to the tea garden.

"Aren’t you a cultivator? Can’t you use sword control to take me?" Ye Feng shrugged.

At the third level of the Qi Refining Realm, she should be able to control a sword.

"I...I don’t have a spirit sword." Xiao Die blushed, feeling quite inadequate. A dignified cultivator without even a flying sword.

"No worries, I have one." Ye Feng casually handed a delicate pink sword to Xiao Die.

"Huh? Boss, how do you have a flying sword, something only us cultivators have? And this sword is so beautiful, it feels tailor-made for me."

Xiao Die looked stunned.

Ye Feng smiled; this sword was indeed a flying sword he had crafted for Xiao Die himself, made in the small universe, completed with just a thought.

"A cultivator came to drink tea but couldn’t pay, so he left the sword as payment."

Ye Feng casually found an excuse.

"Oh my, that’s so extravagant, using a premium flying sword as payment for tea."

Xiao Die looked surprised.

Ye Feng laughed heartily and said, "You don’t get it. That old geezer claimed to be some ’Divine Origin Realm Expert’ and said this sword was nothing to him, so he just gave it to me as tea payment. It was pure coincidence—I never expected it to suit you so well. So, I’m giving it to you!"

"Divine Origin Realm!" Xiao Die exclaimed, "That’s the Divine Origin Realm! There are only one or two of them within a thousand-mile radius; he really is an expert."

Then, she thought of something.

"Boss, why are you giving me this sword? It’s too valuable; I can’t accept it. You should take it back!"

With that, she handed the flying sword back to Ye Feng.

"Let’s consider it pre-paid tea money!" Ye Feng had no intention of taking it back, "How about that?"

Xiao Die’s eyes lit up and she said, "Wow! This flying sword could buy a lot of tea. For the next ten years, whatever tea leaves you need, I can deliver them to your tea house."

"That’s great!" Ye Feng chuckled.

Then, Xiao Die refined the pink flying sword and led Ye Feng to the side of the road.

"Up!"

Xiao Die made hand seals, controlling the flying sword with her spiritual power, and then carefully stepped onto it. It swayed unsteadily, clearly showing she was a beginner.

"Don’t you know how to control a sword?"

"I do! My master taught me, but I’ve only flown a few times. I’m not very experienced yet."

"Oh, then I better be careful."

Ye Feng took a step forward and jumped onto the flying sword, naturally holding onto Xiao Die’s belt, which made her blush as she stood in front.

"Boss, you... you hold on tight."

"Call me Ye Feng."

"Ye Feng? Like the maple leaf? That’s a wonderful name. My favorite is the maple forest in March and April. Walking inside gives you a very special feeling..."

As Xiao Die spoke, she was controlling the sword.

Half a meter above the ground.

The pink flying sword was moving slowly, initially at a speed of only three meters per second—about the speed of a slow jog—and it flew in a wobbly manner.

It looked like it was drunk.

Ye Feng maintained a facade of calm.

However, he couldn’t bear to watch Xiao Die’s Sword Control Technique. It was too poor, and he feared she wouldn’t make it ten miles without crashing.

Just as expected!

After they wobbled and flew for several miles, finally leaving the range of the Ancient City and climbing to more than ten meters high, Xiao Die suddenly sensed something wrong.

"Oh no, I’m out of spiritual power!"

She exclaimed just as she and Ye Feng, along with the sword, tumbled down. Fortunately, a river lay below. The fall from more than ten meters hurt, but didn’t kill them.

Splash!

Ye Feng emerged from the water, dripping wet. Looking at the equally soaked Xiao Die, he casually handed the pink flying sword back to her, "Don’t worry, I’m not dead."

At his words, Xiao Die’s face turned even redder.

"This is so embarrassing!"

Xiao Die took the sword, quickly pulling out a lower-grade spirit stone to restore her spiritual energy. Then, using a spell, she evaporated the river water from herself and Ye Feng before continuing on their journey.

"It’s fine, all newbie drivers are like this. Follow my instructions and you’ll be able to control the sword steadily."

Ye Feng began to instruct Xiao Die, who subconsciously followed his directions. Her sword control skills improved dramatically, soon allowing her to fly very smoothly.

Even the speed was several times faster than before.

"Wow, this is so thrilling!"

Xiao Die stood at the front of the flying sword while Ye Feng stood at the back, facing the breeze and flying towards distant mountains. The wind felt very pleasant.

"I told you, listen to my instructions and you’ll fly well," Ye Feng said calmly.

"Ye Feng gege, how do you know the Sword Control Technique, and you seem even better than my master," Xiao Die asked curiously.

"Ye Feng gege," those four words made Ye Feng’s heart tremble, as if reminded of the long-gone Yu Jie, and his breathing involuntarily quickened.

"Why aren’t you answering?"

Noticing Ye Feng’s prolonged silence, Xiao Die turned back to look at him but found his eyes closed, seemingly deep in thought.

"The old man who traded the flying sword for tea money taught me," Ye Feng explained casually.

Hearing this, Xiao Die understood.

He was, after all, a Divine Origin Realm expert, definitely better than her half-baked master.

One hour later.

Xiao Die and Ye Feng landed in a high mountain tea garden and were immediately surrounded by a group of people.

"Junior Sister, you have a flying sword now?"

"Who is this man?"

The group was quite young, appearing between their teens and twenties. There were both boys and girls, all between the fifth and ninth stage of the Qi Refining Realm, with average foundations.

Looking at them, Ye Feng was filled with nostalgia.

He almost felt transported back to over ten years ago when he had just taken over the Misty Sect. At that time, there were still many small sects around Whitefloat City, each with formations similar to this high mountain tea garden.

"This is Ye Feng gege, the tea house owner in the neighboring Ancient City. This flying sword is the tea money for the next ten years," Xiao Die explained.

She then added a few more details.

The others understood upon hearing this.

"Wow, using such a finely crafted flying sword as tea money for ten years is such a loss."

"Junior Sister, I suspect Ye Feng likes you."

"Exactly, otherwise why would he give you such a precious flying sword?"

Xiao Die’s senior brothers and sisters teased her.

This made Xiao Die blush, and she stole a glance at Ye Feng, wanting to know what he thought. Unexpectedly, he had his back to her, hiding his expression.

Xiao Die was instantly a bit disappointed.

"Stop saying so much, be careful about being overheard by Master. He despises talk of romance," the Eldest Disciple hastily shouted.

"Why is that?" Ye Feng turned to look.

The Eldest Disciple of the Tea Garden lowered his voice and said, "Master had someone he liked in his youth. At first, she liked him too. But later, she abandoned him to pursue cultivation and even drew her sword against him, which thoroughly hurt Master."

Hearing this, Ye Feng was taken aback.

The first sword upon ascending, cut the one you love?

Is that what it means?

Oh, come on!

In this Twin Universe, to encounter such a melodramatic situation is quite something.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

Suddenly, a thunderous coughing sound echoed in their ears, startling everyone.

"M-Master!"

The Eldest Disciple of the Tea Garden turned mechanically like a marionette, only to see a fist rapidly enlarging in his vision, and then everything went black.

[PS: This Chapter is over 4000 words, good afternoon!]