The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

30  Chapter 30 A Flying Mount

"Don't worry about me!"

Ye Feng firmly gripped the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle's neck with his legs and found that he had actually knocked the creature unconscious with a single punch, which was why it couldn't keep flying.

"Wake up!"

Ye Feng pried open the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle's eyelids and blew into its eyes repeatedly, trying to wake it up.

Moments later, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle realized it was plummeting towards the ground at a high speed, its pupils dilated in shock, and it began to flap its wings frantically, taking to the skies once more.

"Whew!"

The disciples all breathed a sigh of relief at the sight.

Although they had witnessed Ye Feng's formidable strength, they couldn't guarantee that he would come out unscathed if he fell from such a height.

However, they noticed another problem.

"Look, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle is flying away from Whitefloat City. If it reaches those dangerous areas, we could encounter Demon Generals as powerful as those in the Element Gathering Realm!"

Shi Lei pointed towards the distant skies, his face filled with concern.

"Junior Sister Mo Ying has gone after it. She should make it in time."

Huo Yunjie pointed to the sky, and as everyone looked, they saw Mo Ying, with Jia Yulan, still in shock, flying after the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle on her sword at increased speed.

At that moment, Ye Feng clamped his legs tighter, and the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, in pain, flew even faster.

"Mo Ying, take Jia Yulan back!"

Without panicking, Ye Feng called back to Mo Ying who was chasing them, and then stopped worrying about her.

Mo Ying, watching Ye Feng's actions, guessed what he had in mind and turned direction to fly towards the peak of Misty Peak.

"Fourth Senior Sister, aren't we going to save Sect Master?" Jia Yulan asked worriedly.

"He wants to tame the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle."

Upon saying this, Mo Ying remained silent and quickly brought Jia Yulan to the peak of Misty Peak.

"What about Sect Master?"

Seeing that Mo Ying had returned but didn't set off again, the other disciples grew anxious.

"He should be fine," Mo Ying murmured.

When Ye Feng had told her to return, she clearly saw the calmness in his eyes, indicating he was quite confident, which is why she felt safe returning to Misty Peak.

At that moment, high up in the sky.

Ye Feng rode on the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, using one hand to grab its head as if it were a rudder, steering it in whatever direction he wanted to go.

His strength was so immense that even the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle couldn't resist and had to obediently comply.

If it didn't, Ye Feng would tap on the eagle's head with his finger, sending a buzzing through its skull, compelling it to obey.

The mountain peaks nearby were dotted with the buildings of other Lower Rank sects.

Disciples from these sects looked up just in time to see the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle pass overhead and were startled, fearing that their sects were about to face a calamity.

But to their astonishment, they saw a somewhat familiar young man riding on the back of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle!

"It's Sect Master Ye from the Misty Sect."

"Sect Master Ye is riding an Iron Claw Dragon Eagle!"

"Sect Master Ye has tamed an Iron Claw Dragon Eagle and is now flying over our sect. Is he showing off?"

"He seems a bit anxious. Could he be riding the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle to a blind date?"

"Wait! Don't you think it's strange? How could Sect Master Ye with no cultivation level possibly ride an Iron Claw Dragon Eagle?"

"He must be Sect Master Ye's twin brother!"

The disciples from various sects gossiped and spread different versions of the story, each more outrageous than the last.

Ye Feng was unaware of the other disciples' shock. At that moment, he had the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle completely subdued.

As soon as it attempted to rebel, Ye Feng would pull out a teacup-sized Lower Grade spiritual artifact, the Spirit Origin Clock. Its formidable aura frightened the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle so much that it dared not act rashly.

"Screech!"

After circling in the high sky for half an hour, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle finally submitted completely, realizing it couldn't escape and emitting a cry that symbolized submission.

"Go there, then stop,"

Ye Feng pointed at Misty Peak and said.

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle couldn't understand human language but seemed to roughly understand Ye Feng's gesture and landed on Misty Peak.

The strong wind kicked up thick dust.

But the disciples paid no mind to their stinging eyes and quickly ran over, to find the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle already compliant, which was utterly astonishing to them.

"Screech!"

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle landed on the ground, burying its head in the grass, and a fist-sized virtual image of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle appeared above its head, aqua-colored with a hint of green.

Huo Yunjie pointed at the tiny virtual image of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, and explained, worried that Ye Feng wouldn't know:

"Sect Master Uncle, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle has submitted. Just drip your blood on its soul body, and you will be able to bond with it permanently."

Hearing this, Ye Feng's eyes lit up.

If Huo Yunjie hadn't said anything, he really wouldn't have known such a method to bond existed.

"Give me a dagger."

Ye Feng stretched out his hand.

"Sect Leader, I have one." Jia Yulan stepped forward, running her slender hand over the gemstone on her waist and gripped a sharp dagger, handing it to Ye Feng.

"It's a Lower Grade Spiritual Artifact 'Storage Belt'."

The disciples looked on enviously.

"Thanks."

Ye Feng took the dagger and sliced across the pad of his finger, feeling only a prick of pain, but leaving only a white mark.

"Sect Leader's skin is too tough, ordinary mundane blades can't cut through," saw Mo Ying step forward, holding the glowing Breeze-riding Sword, and quickly sliced across the tip of Ye Feng's finger.

Then, Ye Feng, akin to squeezing toothpaste, finally eked out a drop of fresh blood, which fell onto the soul body of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle. n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

With a strange feeling washing over him, Ye Feng realized he had formed a special connection with the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle. No matter how far it ran, he could sense it faintly and even call it to him from a distance.

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Moreover, it seemed he could understand the meaning behind the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle's cries.

"So this is how a Demonic Beast is bonded,"

Ye Feng patted the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle's head, instructing it to retract its soul body.

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle reclaimed its majesty, folding its wings and standing over three meters tall with its head held high, like a statue full of grandeur.

Just then, Little White Fox jumped down from Li Jiaojiao's shoulder and hopped in front of the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, pointing at it with its chubby paw, then at itself, chattering away incomprehensibly.

However, Ye Feng quickly received the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle's transmission and understood Little White Fox's meaning.

"I, Xiao Bai, am the boss of the Demonic Beasts here, and you, the new big dummy, can only be second in command."

That was what Little White Fox was trying to convey.

After sending this message to Ye Feng, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle lifted its head, looking down on Little White Fox disdainfully as if saying:

"Where did this little squirt come from? Go play in the mud!"

This action immediately set Little White Fox on edge, baring its teeth and hopping furiously in place.

"Roar!"

At that moment, the persistent Brother Flathead came knocking once more...

Upon hearing this, Little White Fox was scared into leaping back onto Li Jiaojiao's shoulder, shivering with fear.

Seeing this, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle's face showed a human-like contempt as it looked toward Brother Flathead, who had just climbed to the peak and was rearing up, rushing toward everyone.

"Screech!"

The Iron Claw Dragon Eagle saw that Brother Flathead was so small in size and assumed it would be easy to bully, immediately letting out a sharp cry and pounced.

Their mighty silhouette seemed to say:

"Everyone, no need to lift a finger; let me, the Iron Claw Dragon Eagle, handle this 'poseur'!"