Qiankun Gourd

Ye Feng returned to the Human Emperor Immortal Sect, gave a few instructions to Xu Ruyu and Lu Lian'er, and then went to the Ancient Demon Realm through a space crack.

In the ancient demon world, above a dark mountain range, three figures appeared, and the black-robed young man leading them was Ye Feng.

Beside him are Red-Cloaked and Mole Demon King. Red-Cloaked now has the cultivation level of a first-level Ghost King, while Mole Demon King has the cultivation level of a fifth-level Demon King.

"Master, this is the demon world."

The Mole Demon King said respectfully.

Ye Feng nodded slightly upon hearing this. He hid his cultivation to the ninth level of the Heavenly Demon Realm, and ordered the two to hide their cultivation to the eighth level of the Heavenly Ghost Realm and the eighth level of the Heavenly Demon Realm.

"Master, with your cultivation level, you can definitely dominate the ancient demon world. Why do you want to hide your cultivation level?"

The Mole Demon King asked in confusion.

"Don't you understand what the master means? He doesn't want to attract too much attention!"

Hong Yi said from the side.

"So that's how it is. I was the one who talked too much!"

The Mole Demon King lowered his head and said.

"It's okay to tell you, I came here because I want to rule the ancient demon world."

Ye Feng raised the corners of his mouth slightly and smiled.

"The master has a profound cultivation level, and he will definitely be able to lead the ancient demon world."

Upon hearing this, the Red-Clothed and Mole Demon King hurriedly flattered him.

"If I rule the Ancient Demon Realm, you will definitely benefit from it."

Ye Feng looked at the two of them and smiled.

"We are willing to follow our master, even if it means death!"

The two expressed their loyalty.

"Well, next, I want to assist a tribe so that they can help me reach the top step by step."

"Mole, you are familiar with the demon world, do you have any recommended tribes?"

Ye Feng asked the Mole Demon King.

"Master, my mole demon clan is quite powerful in the demon world, why don't you help our clan!"

When the Mole Demon King heard about this benefit, he quickly thought of his own tribe.

"No! This group must be very weak in order not to attract attention."

Ye Feng waved his hand and said.

"So that's how it is. There are many weak tribes in the ancient demon world, and I don't know which one to recommend."

The Mole Demon King answered again.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Ye Feng discovered several figures flying towards this side from a hundred miles away.

One of them was not tall, wearing a light black robe, and had a thin face. He was an old man with the cultivation level of a sixth-level demon.

The old man is being hunted by three yellow-robed monks, all of whom are sixth-order celestial demons.

"It's him?"

Ye Feng recognized the old man at the first sight. This old man was none other than the great Nighthawk elder of the Nighthawk clan in the demon world.

"Not far ahead, there is an old man who is being chased. That old man is an old friend of mine. You two go and rescue him. Please come to me."

Ye Feng said to the two of them.

"As ordered!"

The two of them agreed and scanned the area a hundred miles away with their spiritual senses, and indeed, they found an old man being chased.

Whizzing!

The two of them turned into a red light and a black light respectively and flew away.

Elder Nighthawk didn't fly far before he was caught up by three yellow-robed monks.

Three yellow-robed monks summoned yellow flying swords and rushed towards Elder Nighthawk.

Elder Nighthawk controlled a black long sword and fought and retreated at the same time.

"Yellow Wolf Demon Clan, I will fight you!"

Under the siege of three people, Elder Nighthawk was already covered with wounds and was ready to die.

"Old man, go to hell!"

The three yellow-robed monks shouted at the same time, and the three yellow flying swords transformed into three giant swords and slashed towards Elder Nighthawk.

Elder Nighthawk urged the black sword and blocked in front of him.

Boom boom boom!

The giant sword slashed on the black long knife, and Elder Nighthawk was immediately knocked away, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"I never thought that I, Nighthawk, would die here."

Elder Nighthawk had very little magic power left and was seriously injured. He had no hope of survival, so he closed his eyes and waited for death.

But at this moment, several rays of light shot out.

Puff puff puff puff!

The three yellow-robed monks were killed on the spot at the same time.

Hearing the screams, Elder Nighthawk saw that he was fine, opened his eyes slightly, and saw a woman in red and a dwarf in black robe flying towards him.

"One eighth-rank celestial ghost, and one eighth-rank celestial demon!"

"Thank you two fellow Taoists for your help!"

Elder Nighthawk bowed weakly to the two of them.

"Don't dare!"

"Our master wants to see you, please follow us."

Hong Yi smiled softly.

"Owner?"

Elder Nighthawk was stunned when he heard this. These two people had the cultivation level equivalent to that of an eighth-rank demon. Wouldn't their master have a higher cultivation level? He asked himself, as he didn't know any other high-level cultivators in the ancient demon world.

"May I ask who your masters are?"

Elder Nighthawk asked curiously.

"No need to ask any more questions, just follow us!"

Red-Cloaked, Mole and Elder Nighthawk flew towards an uninhabited mountain filled with demonic energy.

On the top of the mountain, a young man in a black robe was standing with his hands behind his back, his back facing them.

"Master, we have brought the old man here!"

The man in red and the mole saluted at the same time.

"Thank you for your help, may I ask your name? I will repay you one day!"

Elder Nighthawk bowed respectfully.

"Brother Nighthawk, how are you?"

Ye Feng slowly turned around and smiled slightly.

"You...you are...Junior Brother Ye...Ye?"

Elder Nighthawk was surprised and delighted to see Ye Feng.

"Ha ha!"

"Brother, I never thought we would meet here!"

Ye Feng smiled happily.

"Haha, it turns out to be Junior Brother Ye!"

Elder Nighthawk smiled happily.

"I heard that you had ascended to the immortal realm a long time ago. How come you are here?"

Elder Nighthawk asked curiously.

“It’s a long story!”

"Brother Nighthawk, let's sit down and talk slowly!"

The two of them sat cross-legged and chatted.

Elder Nighthawk ascended to the ancient demon world thousands of years ago. After arriving here, he joined the Cat-Owl Clan. After thousands of years of hard work, he became the elder of the Cat-Owl Clan.

Originally there was a great elder at the eighth level of the Heavenly Demon Realm and a second elder at the ninth level of the Heavenly Demon Realm in the clan, but these elders all died in the battle with the Yellow Wolf Demon Clan, and finally he became the great elder of the Cat-Owl Clan.

Ye Feng told Elder Nighthawk that he was being chased and accidentally entered a space crack and came here.

"Junior Brother Ye, what are your plans next?"

Elder Nighthawk intends to recruit Ye Feng into the Cat-Owl Clan.

"You haven't got anywhere to go yet, why don't you just follow me, brother?"

Ye Feng smiled slightly.

"That's exactly what I meant. Although the Cat-Owl Clan is weak, I believe that as long as Junior Brother joins the Cat-Owl Clan, the Cat-Owl Clan will surely prosper."

When in the Demon Realm, the Nighthawk Clan gradually grew stronger after Ye Feng joined, so the Nighthawk Elder believed that the Cat-Owl Clan would also become increasingly powerful with the addition of Ye Feng.

The two talked for another hour, and under the leadership of Elder Nighthawk, they returned to Black Leaf Mountain where the Owl Clan lived.

After returning to the Owl Clan, Elder Nighthawk announced that from today on, Ye Feng would be the grand elder and he would serve as the clan leader.

“Grand Elder!” “Grand Elder!” “Grand Elder!”

“Chief!” “Chief!” “Chief!”

Seeing that Ye Feng had reached the ninth level of Heavenly Demon Realm, the cultivators of the Cat-Owl Clan started to cheer.

Ye Feng stood on the high platform of the Black Leaf Mountain Square and scanned the disciples of the Cat-Owl Clan with his spiritual sense. This clan was so weak that it couldn't be weaker. Except for four or five elders in the Heavenly Demon Realm, the rest were disciples in the True Demon Realm, Mahayana stage, and Fusion stage.

However, this was exactly what he wanted, as he wanted to lead such a tribe to the pinnacle of the ancient demon world.