16 Chapter 16 (1/2)

A beat of melancholy drowned the scene. Clark looked around at the connected set of medieval buildings and it did not take long for him to reminisced a very familiar memory like this.

A home that he had just recently evacuated this morning. Nothing changed but more expensive furniture and bright coated paint on the walls.

Other than that, the emptiness around looked exactly the same as his home before.

'At least i wouldn't get too homesick in here.' Clark concluded as he lived more as Lu Chen than his original self ever could.

”Do you want me to get our things now, Master?” Old Peng asked when he saw his master walked into a nearby room.

”No need, Lai Peng. Let the servants do that after they arrived.”

”Okay, Master.” Old Peng stayed there to wait for the expected lady helpers while Clark roamed the big residence freely. The complex has everything anyone could need.

It even had myriad designs of cultivator robes to choose from.

And judging from the fresh smell of the garments, it was probably washed weekly even if there was no one inside to use such luxurious items in full.

'The clan really values its cultivators this much.'

'It's just sad that the Lu Family produces so few talented children.' Clark rubbed his long white beard as he accepted the fact that not everyone was born with spiritual veins in their bodies.

Just like everything else in creation, some were fortunate but most would be found wanting in luck and potential.

”Enough of that.” Clark whispered then went on to do business as he'd intended in the first place.

”Show me my status, Nancy.”

”BOINK!”

Host: Clark Colter

Power: 83

Experience: 12369/30000

Health: 450/450

Health Regen: 3/s

Mana: 450/450

Mana Regen: 2/s

Level: 8

Class: Necromancer

System Shop

Shop Points: None

Class Skills

Skill Points: 6

'Almost there.'

'I only need 2 more levels to reach level 10 and then the fun can finally start with a sea of bones and arrows!'

Clark was excited and it showed pretty clearly on the stupid grin that currently masked his face at the moment. This was the look of someone very very sure of his victory.

The creepy smile of a 50 year old man lasted for 4 breaths tops before Clark finally relented and continued being proactive in his actions.

”What were you about to say earlier, Nancy? Please continue.” Clark instructed the hidden system with only the use of his mind.

He was rather getting used to his able partner in crime and figured that being vague with his commands was okay

as he supposed that Nancy could read all his unbidden thoughts well enough given that she could converse with him just as easily using the same faculty. Or at least that was what he'd hoped.

”The Sect Master of the Demonic Sword Sect is at level 33, host.” Nancy answered promptly which at the very least verified Clark's wise conjectures.