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.
His power is at least at the 1st Stage of Foundation Establishment already." A sage deduction visited the ears of the masses in attendance.
"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.
Just this one special trait alone had got her noted in the short list of our very own protagonist.
"She is an Inner Disciple of the Sect, Young Master Clark.
Everyone who wears red tinge robes are already Inner Sect Disciples and have at least reached the 1st Stage of Foundation Establishment Realm."
Wu Da informed from afar in a voice that was not much louder than a mere whisper. Although the distance was probably 8 meters or so but Clark heard it all the same.
Very much loud and clear in fact. It did not need saying that Outer Disciple Wu Da was already convinced to hug this thick thigh that destiny has presented upon himself.
He was not dumb to let a prodigy like this escape his slimy fingers without him trying to at least attempt to grasp tightly at this rare opportunity.
What was the notion of a 4th Stage Mortal Shedding Realm that could stand toe to toe against a 1st Stage Foundation Establishment Expert?
This kind of talent and promise could only be seen once in a million years. Wu Da could totally not even live for another one hundred years.
To extend his longevity to 2 million years more and hopefully witness the second coming of someone like our bored protagonist was simply a daydream made for fools.
"I see." Clark nodded in understanding and grinned widely at the middle aged man Wu Da.
The Outer Disciple's effort was not lost from our good gamer's attention but then again, Wu Da would have to do a lot more than that to get on his good graces.
Clark also was not fond of letting any snakes no matter how seemingly harmless they were to get within spitting distances from him. Wu Da could try but he will most certainly fail in the end.�
Our bored gamer looked at the beautiful woman who appeared no more than 18 years of age in his eyes. His eyes bore into hers and the lady also reciprocated the action with a feisty posture.
"And why is that?" Clark asked towards the woman named Ye Lan.
"Yun Teng's older brother is only at the 10th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm and he also lied in saying that he has a master of his own.
Outer Disciples don't get a Personal Master to teach them. Everyone of those students get the same Teacher.
Elder Chang Tu is in charge of the Outer Disciples Court and I highly doubt that he would be risking his neck out for a trash like Yun Teng."
Ye Lan replied in length and her eyes never left the boy in pink cultivator's robes.
Although the shade looked feminine on this person but after the Young Master Clark's previous display of savagery, an effeminate nature was absolutely not a description that can be used towards this powerful newcomer.
"Ahhh... That's a pity then. I would have loved to stretch more of my muscles for a late exercise on this great memorable day of my advent to the sect."
"How about the rest of you red robed dolls? Do you want me to teach you some pointers in cultivation?" Clark addressed the sparse number of Inner Disciples in the place.
"..." No one uttered any kind of hasty rebuttal against Young Master Clark's invitation.
They were all of them only at the 1st Stage of Foundation Establishment Realm and have learned the lesson that Yun Teng paid with his dear life in order to find out.
No one was dumb enough to follow Yun Teng's fatal mistake.
"SIGH!"
"I guess i would have to settle for some fun later. See you around, Inner Disciple Ye Lan."
Clark raised a hand in farewell and began traversing the distance towards the impressive entrance of the Assessment Pavilion.
"Right this way, Young Master Clark." Wu Da was of course alert on obtaining his newfound wish and ushered the group in the warmest gentlest voice he could muster.
The middle aged Outer Disciple did not stop his shamelessness there and even acted like a tour guide rather than a respected member of the Outer Disciples Court.
"This is the Assessment Pavilion, Young Master Clark. The history of the Demonic Sword Sect can be traced to begin in this very special place. Its origins were..."
And so, Wu Da began telling the sect's chronicles along the way.
"A Lightning Attribute Physique."
"A Sword Lunatic."
"And the Lass that loves her shadows."
"The Outer Disciples Court has had enough prodigies already."
"But then comes a boy with unfathomable physical strength today."
"This upcoming Inner Disciples Exam is bound to get even more interesting!" Ye Lan muttered as her eyes never wavered one second at sizing up the inscrutable back of our bored gamer.
