18 Chapter 18 (1/2)

Clark took the time to change into a luxurious looking black robe.

He has not went out to get a fresh change of clothes from his personal belongings but only grabbed the gifts that laid dormant and unused in the closet nearby.

After that, he felt refreshed and once more laid down on the comforts of the bed.

”Was that boy the Sect Master of the Demonic Sword Sect?”

”Affirmative, host. His name is Gu Chun. The one who has founded the Demonic Sword Sect for almost 3 thousand years already.” Nancy confirmed Clark's suspicions.

Nobody would of course be the main character in the important aspect such as the baptism of newly registered disciples in the Demonic Sword Sect aside from their very own Sect Master.

If Clark was on the shoes of that evil star, he would, without a doubt, do the same exact thing.

”Isn't he only at level 33, Nancy?” Clark's brow rose in incredulity.

”Affirmative, host.”

”Then how in the world could he live for more than 2,000 years already?” Clark noted that with Gu Chun's strength, he was most definitely at the Aspirant Realm 3rd Stage.

And Aspirants only have 2,000 years of life expectancy.

'Is there a bug in the system that i don't know about?' Clark was thrilled with these thoughts.

One should know that game bugs, if exploited pretty well, could amass vast amounts of wealth and other such advantages.

These would be loopholes could provide cheats that could garner much exp, items or both that would launch a player's strength more than any of the normal means available.

”Gu Chun has taken longevity pills to extend his stay in this world, host. But sooner or later, he too, shall succumb to the inescapable chains of death.” Nancy replied with absolute certainty.

”This world even have death defying treasures like longevity pills. Too op!” Clark shook his head and moaned in bitter disappointment.

His hopes of abusing the system spirit scattered in the winds as swiftly as it had come. However, that did not stop his steps at all in unraveling this world's mystery.

Clark took the booklet inside the cursed box. Even though the mindfuck had long been done and over but he still did not take any chances of reliving that nightmare.

”BANG!” an expensive looking box that had intricate designs and symbols on its body soared through the air and slammed hard into the walls of the room.

Clark could not have cared any less for the item and if truth be told, he felt significantly better after he had it discarded.

'Cursed items are so creepy.' Clark nodded in quick succession and quickly exited the room along with his prize. An archaic looking booklet about the size of his palm.

”Are you hungry, Master?”

”Should i prepare your breakfast already?” Old Peng asked like a good butler in the house.

”Call me for lunch, Lai Peng. Until then, don't let anyone disturb me for anything.” Clark gave his specific instructions.

”As you wish, Master.” Old Peng obeyed and bowed slightly at his master's retreating back.

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Clark found himself a sanctuary of sorts that looked looked exactly as the last room. Nevertheless, he did not let the peculiar similarity bother him in the least.

As long as that he knew that the previous wretched box was nowhere near him right now then that was all that mattered to him.

'What do we have here?' Clark sat on the bed and with bated breath, slowly perused the contents of the notebook.

On its cover was the intimidating name of the sect that he was supposed to have an allegiance right now.

Demonic Sword Sect.

Outer Disciples' Writ.

The lines were handwritten and the words flowed like a sharp sword. Intimidating and direct in imparting its knowledge unto the newly recruited newbies in their fold.

Clark sat down on the bed and went directly to the first page of the booklet. The following words were about the strict guidelines of the Demonic Sword Sect.

Some precepts were quite brutal even to Clark's liberal mind.

”Honor the Demonic Sword Sect above all else. Slaughter anyone who does otherwise.”

”Once a traitor, will always be a traitor. Forgive them and then take that unfaithful's life as penance to his sins.”

”He, who commands strength above all, shall dictate what is right or wrong.” There were other such cringey teachings but Clark has not the will to continue on diving deeper unto them.

After a quick read, he then arrived at the free cultivation manual that the Demonic Sword Sect has given to its outer disciples. The name of the technique was Invincible Asura Strengthening Technique.

Although it sounded pretty nice to the ears but Clark doubted that something allotted to rookies was as powerful as its name was.

'Now... let me try how cultivating to become an immortal really feels like.' He had read them only in webnovels before but now Clark was finally the one doing the tedious task of cultivation.

It would be wrong to say that was he not excited. He was... and so he decided to do what this epic sounding manual portrayed.