116 Chapter 116 (1/2)

Clark stood there and the blood on his robes painted a burning glow on his already resplendent pink attire.

There were bits of gore on his hands and face but they were easily wiped clean with only a single rub at his sleeves.

In the next breaths, the trace of battle also disappeared completely from our bored gamer's body.

There was only the last subdued glitter on his cultivator's robes that hinted an unnatural phenomenon amidst the otherwise abnormally peculiar scene.

'An enchanted artifact?!' Everyone was smart enough to conclude this significant truth in what they just witnessed.

Any cultivator who had a little bit of experience in the world knew that a lowly Mortal Shedding Realm Beginner could still not command and wield the elements of nature at his whim.

This was why the most probable explanation for what they have seen was the simple pink robes on our protagonist's form.

Blood, gore and the stains that they create don't just magically disappear to somewhere!

Greed and envy appeared in everyone's eyes but that also subsided to a veiled interest when they remembered how remarkably sad Yun Teng's fate was at the hands of this boy they only knew as Young Master Clark.

No one was foolish enough to covet this enigmatic boy's possession thereafter. Not his women. And definitely not his items.

A deafening silence prevailed for more than 60 breaths and all trained mortals in the place also took this chance to chatter amongst themselves.

Though it may be in whispered conversations only but that mattered not at all with how mysterious everything was about the fresh fish that challenged the very notion of their understanding about the path of cultivation itself.

”How could that boy shatter the formation's defense of the sect?”

”Isn't that too impossible for someone of the Mortal Shedding Realm?”

”Yes, it is. But not against a Foundation Establishment Expert.

Only someone with that cultivation could ever hope to challenge and possibly break the innate protection of our sect's formation.”

A student of the sect in scarlet colored robes answered the query of those people near him.

”What do you mean? Is the boy already in that realm?! Impossible! That can't be true!” Another raised his voice a tad louder than most and invited the interest of not a few curious gazes.

Each made their own conjectures form this statement alone but there were of course those cultivators that were much more intelligent than their peers.

While most remained in the state of shock and unbelief, some of them used their brain to rationalize what they gathered from the short encounter earlier.

”No... that was not what i meant. That boy is not yet at the Foundation Establishment Realm but he has already the strength to compete with one.

”WHAT?!”

”WHAT?!”

”WHAT?!” And the information sure echoed out from lips to lips until most in the vicinity also gathered the same assumption as passable truth for the moment.

It was certainly the most popular opinion on the matter. When the 2 minute mark passed, our good gamer finally got tired from waiting.

Since he was now back to tiptop condition and the smell of blood also vanished from his body, it was only just that he moved the ball rolling for further entertainment for both him and the occupants of this rotten Demonic Sword Sect.

”So any takers from amongst you?”

”Why don't I see anyone from those people I mentioned appear before my eyes right now?”

Clark issued another brave challenge and it was quite funny to hear no retort from his arrogant charge whatsoever.

He had seen many running figures from earlier especially the four friends of Yun Teng and he could only hope that those cowards has called this dead man's brother, father, master, grand father, etcetera so that he could save time and eliminate the lot of those mindless NPCs in his way.

'And after i get rid of those pre programmed stupid idiots, I just want to cultivate in peace.' Clark mused and he very much liked the idea of his plans.

When he remembered the reason why these fools around him were basically throwing themselves at his butcher's blade, our good gamer could not help but sigh at the lamentable fates of these NPCs.

'It really sucks to be a cannon fodder in this xianxia world.'

'I guess i should be thankful that i am the protagonist instead of the alternative.' Clark sighed once more and awaited for any courageous soul that would shed light to his demand.

Six breaths more from this point until he finally got a volunteer from amongst the collection of students of the sect.

”Well met, Young Master Clark! I am Ye Lan. I don't think that anyone would come after what you did to Yun Teng. Not his brother and definitely not his master also.”

A woman in a sanguine colored robes announced softly in the midst of all.

She was as pretty as a picture like all other women in the place but what separated her from the rest of her peers was perhaps her guts to speak up when others chose to remain mute against the confrontational attitude of our bored gamer.