The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1066: Yu Jie, Power of Reality

"Ye Feng, what’s wrong with you?"

Yu Jie saw Ye Feng collapsed on the ground, her expression changed drastically, she hurriedly helped him up, entered an empty courtyard, placed him on the bed, and took care of him.

"Woof woof woof!"

The Big Yellow Dog tied at the entrance of the courtyard kept barking as if it had sniffed an unusual scent; intelligence flickered in those canine eyes as if a divine light shone within.

Three days later.

Ye Feng rubbed his temples and slapped his groggy head awake finally coming to on the bed.

This was a simple yet elegant room.

Bamboo walls, exquisite handmade pendants, and a wind chime on the windowsill making pleasant sounds with the breeze.

And... pink bed sheets and a silk quilt.

All these indicated that this place belonged to a woman.

"Is this Yu Jie’s room? How long have I slept? Also, did Yu Jie sleep with me?" Ye Feng patted his head thinking about these strange questions.

"Right, where’s Yu Jie?"

Ye Feng frowned slightly, hurriedly got up, put on his shoes, pushed open the door, and walked into the courtyard.

This courtyard was located on high ground with an excellent view.

He could see a graceful figure in the mulberry forest picking mulberry leaves, cleaning them, and drying them before feeding them to the silkworm babies in a wooden house.

"Woof woof woof!"

Seeing Ye Feng, the Big Yellow Dog tied to the door began to bark, catching Yu Jie’s attention.

"Ye Feng, you’re awake!"

Yu Jie put down the bamboo basket used for the mulberry leaves and walked over to Ye Feng, "How are you feeling now?"

"I’m fine now, thank you for taking care of me... By the way, how long was I unconscious?" Ye Feng moved his limbs around, not noticing anything unusual, so he said.

"Three days."

Yu Jie extended three fingers, as soft and delicate as jade, but there were many fine scratches on them.

"That long?" Ye Feng muttered.

"Ye Feng, now that you’re awake, do you have any plans for the future?" Yu Jie shyly glanced at Ye Feng.

"I don’t have any plans for the moment," Ye Feng shook his head.

He had already missed the opportunity to kill those five ruffians, and even if he went back now, there was no guarantee he could wipe them out.

Ten years from now, cultivators would definitely appear in Black Wind Stronghold.

That’s when the first hurdle would arise.

To get past this hurdle, one must either improve one’s own strength or continue to live a low-key life in this mountain village.

"Since you have no plans, why not work for me? This valley is all mine, I can pay you to help me," Yu Jie reached out her pale hand to Ye Feng, "If you agree, let’s make a pact with a high-five."

"Alright!" Ye Feng extended his right hand and gave Yu Jie’s palm a gentle touch, feeling a strange sensation in his heart.

But Ye Feng didn’t care much.

He didn’t have anything else to do anyway, and since the true purpose of living a hundred years as a mortal was to comprehend life’s true meaning in the mundane world, working for Yu Jie was also a way.

"In that case, take a seat first!"

Yu Jie helped Ye Feng to sit on a wooden bench under the grape arbor in the yard, "You’ve just awakened, and your body is not yet resilient, take some time to rest."

"I’m fine, I can start work right now." Ye Feng leapt into the air and jumped several meters high.

"Ah!" Yu Jie was startled.

Ye Feng felt incredible when he landed.

Just a light jump had taken him several meters high.

This physique was no longer that of an ordinary mortal.

"I’ve become a cultivator after falling unconscious? No! This doesn’t count as a cultivator. On the Shenzhou Continent, this physical quality is about equivalent to the first level of Qi Refinement, but I can’t cast spells, so I’m not a cultivator."

Ye Feng thought to himself.

With his current physique, he would rank as a top expert in the world of martial arts, and with his own combat experience coupled with weapons, he would be more than capable of slaying ordinary cultivators.

"Leaving Mortal City seems to be an important step in passing the third test."

Ye Feng considered.

"Ye Feng, how did you become so amazing? You seem stronger than the legendary heroes of Jianghu," Yu Jie looked up at him in admiration.

"Maybe when I fainted suddenly three days ago, it unblocked my Ren and Du meridians!" Ye Feng grinned with a smile.

"What are the Governor and Conceptor meridians?" Yu Jie didn’t understand.

"They are hidden meridians within a martial artist’s body," Ye Feng continued bluffing, "Once opened, you become a top-notch expert in the martial arts world."

"A true martial arts expert! Then, in the future, can you... can you always protect me?" Yu Jie pressed her lips together lightly.

"I can," Ye Feng said.

He had already decided to stay at Yu Jie’s home, to lead the life of turning the extraordinary into the mundane, so naturally, he could easily protect her.

"That’s great!" Yu Jie breathed rapidly, her heart filled with joy, as sweet as if she had eaten honey.

Following that, the two of them sat under a grapevine trellis and started chatting.

This mountain village was called Shennong Mountain.

There were only a dozen or so families in the village, each separated by a great distance, with each family owning a piece of the mountainside.

Yu Jie had been an orphan since childhood.

Since she could remember, she had been the sole owner of this small courtyard, with only a faithful and honest Big Yellow Dog for company.

Yu Jie was diligent.

Every day, she slept early and rose early, first reading for an hour, then going to the fields to weed, take care of crops, and remove pests from the fruit trees.

After that, she would pick mulberry leaves to raise silkworms.

In the afternoon, she would cut bamboo and use the slender bamboo strips to weave various bamboo products.

Moreover, Yu Jie would also make ink treasures, dry persimmons, make glutinous rice cakes, make mooncakes, produce paper, and so on.

She knew all the affairs of the common folk.

And in every single one, she was a master!

Ye Feng was quite amazed to learn all this.

In this world, there actually existed such a perfect woman!

It was just a pity that Yu Jie’s face was always shrouded in a layer of mist, her true appearance unseen.

However, Yu Jie knew how to use a mirror and knew her own looks; it was only Ye Feng who could not see them.

Learning this, Ye Feng found it even more mysterious.

"Perhaps, Yu Jie is an essential part of the crucial trial of transforming the divine back to the mundane over a century. But, is she a real person, or just an illusion conjured by the Heavenly Venerable’s Hall?"

These were thoughts that Ye Feng pondered.

"Ye Feng, come with me, I’ll teach you how to make ink treasures," Yu Jie took hold of Ye Feng’s hand, unchained Big Yellow, and ran toward a room.

"Okay, I’d like to learn as well," Ye Feng nodded.

Since it was about transforming the divine back to the mundane for a century, he naturally had to immerse himself in the role of a commoner, momentarily forgetting his once formidable power and doing what mortals do.

Inside the wooden house.

There were oil lamps burning, with porcelain bowls sitting atop them, blackened by soot and covered in layers of lampblack.

"What is this for?" Ye Feng asked.

Yu Jie patiently explained,

"These are pine resins. After burning, they smoke the porcelain bowls above, causing a large amount of pine soot to accumulate inside, which is an ingredient for making ink treasures."

"In simple terms, this is lampblack."

"With this material, you can then make the ink base and add in more than a dozen precious ingredients, such as homemade antler glue, musk, borneol, pearl powder, gold foil, bear bile, and so on."

"Then, there are many complex steps involved, and the mixture needs to be compressed in molds, air-dried, before it can become top-quality ink treasures."

"This kind of ink treasure is specially used by the wealthy!"

"How about it, isn’t it complicated?"

As Yu Jie spoke fluently, her eyes seemed to shine, giving Ye Feng a strange feeling.

In a daze,

He actually saw on Yu Jie’s hands a trace of an invisible power capable of twisting the void, very much similar to the Power of Reality of Ma Liang’s Brush, one might say exactly the same.

"It’s the Power of Reality!"

Ye Feng’s pupils constricted.

How could Yu Jie possess the Power of Reality on her hands?

Could it be...

She was connected to the Heavenly Venerable Divine Ability "Hand of Myriad Transformations"?

The more Ye Feng thought about it, the more shocked he became.