'But if they dare then our Demonic Sword Sect will ensure that they leave behind a steep price for their boldness if and when that moment arrives!'
Tan Hai mused and an extreme battle intent could be seen from his aged eyes.
With this brief distraction, Elder Tan Hai has failed to discover the curious gaze of our good gamer unto the shining great sword before him.
There was a hint of a smile on his face but covered it all the same in the next instant.
"Elder Tan Hai?" Clark called unto the Elder of the Demonic Sword Sect.
"Yes? What's wrong, Young Master Clark? Do you have something that you want?" You can ask the sect anything and it will be delivered without fail with just a single word from you!
The wise Elder did not need to say the latter part because it can be seen from his attitude alone on how much he appreciated this rare genius in his midst.
"There's nothing wrong, Elder Tan Hai. It's just that..." Clark paused for effect at this part.
"What, Young Master Clark? Please feel free to tell me anything!" Tan Hai stood in attention and sported his warmest appearance yet to date.
"Thank you, Elder Tan Hai. It's just that i think that i can still go further beyond my current potential." Clark acted as if bewildered from his inner doubts.
"Young Master Clark, you don't need to prove anything anymore. You have a..." Tan Hai had an awkward look on his face as he really did not like where this whole conversation was going.
He would have wanted to say more but alas, a mischievous soul has wanted to make a point at this old goat's expense. Elder Tan Hai was stopped short before he could finish his sentence.
"Let me try harder this time around." Clark interrupted.
"Young Master Clark! NOOOOOOOOOO!" Tan Hai's figure exploded in power as a dark red aura surrounded his entire form.
A Golden Core Expert may change this specific trait at will to any other shade he preferred but the same could not be said to the luster that bled from one's eyes.
A magnificent golden hue coursed from his eyes that depicted an intimidating figure that no human could ever hope to imitate.
His figure blurred in speed and it almost seemed like instant teleportation. In milliseconds, he was right there in but mere inches from our bored gamer's body.
A lucky moment more and there was no doubt that he would have made it in time. Unfortunately, luck was unbiased and a pretty much an uncontrolled factor in all aspects of life.
"BANG!" The glorious replica of the sun above shattered into pieces and in its stead, a purple throne appeared.
It could be seen at this moment that Elder Tan Hai has all but kissed the very floors at the feet of our crafty protagonist.
But if one was to take a longer view and looked at the total sum of this xianxia world, it could be perceived that trillions upon trillions of people were forced to prostrate and kneel before this Divine Omen.
Perhaps the only ones unaffected by this absolute coercion were the highest beings of this xianxia world, The True Immortals.
* * *
In a secret realm, away and beyond the reach of the mortal world, a giant persona awakened. His vision pierced the distance of time and space until he settled on a boy in pink robes.
Secrets and mundane veils scattered before his eyes and it did not take long for this Old One to ascertain the truth for what it was.
He looked intently at the purple throne manifestation for a long long time before he shifted his gaze once more to the promising prodigy who was the sole reason and cause of this heavenly change.
At this time, the giant's focus was primarily attracted to the nether regions of the boy's body.
"Ohhh... An Aspirant Realm Junior playing games to act like a 4th Stage Mortal. A fine young seedling indeed!" The giant chuckled and resumed his eternal sleep within his domains.
"May you pass every tribulation and successfully grow up to be one of us, child. Someday." These mere whispers were spoken but it did not fail to reach the object of this message.
* * *
'DAMN! This was probably a mistake on my part!' Clark could not help but curse when he felt several divine senses scour his exact location.
It felt very uncomfortable to know that countless eyes were looking at him from all directions.
He fidgeted like a naked maiden but then quickly remembered that there was no one else in this world that could threaten his life.
This realization greatly improved his mood in the next breath.
'Are these people the apex experts of this realm, Nancy? The True Immortals?' Clark asked his ever present system.
It was not difficult to arrive at this conclusion because he could feel the prickling sensation of being scrutinized like a hot item on display and he did not like the feeling at all.
It would have been good if this interest came only from gorgeous women but thinking about the hoary men that aged perhaps millions and millions of years already that he may have aroused their curiosity unto him also brought an uncomfortable flavor to this fresh experience.
"Affirmative, host. They are the ageless cultivators that this world has birthed and nurtured throughout its long history." Nancy replied briefly.
'I see. Is my cover already broken? Do they know that I possess the Chaos Physique?' Clark asked only the most important of questions.
"Negative, host. The products and items of the system can't be easily deciphered by just anyone in this Mortal Realm. True Immortals or not."
'Thank you, Nancy!' Our good gamer took a deep breath of relief.
'I just wanted to show off a little bit and then this happens.' Clark shook his head but there was a wide grin on his face also.
'But no matter. Those old dogs can only look but if they come near me, I will bury every single one of them to the deepest pits of hell!'
Clark finished with these thoughts and turned around in calm steady steps. If he was to be frank about it, he was also pretty excited to kill a True Immortal.
'I wonder how much exp that would give me? Hehehe.'
After a few moments, the Sword of Destiny behind him finally lost its radiance but that did not mean the messages he got from ancient men and women abated one bit.
There were congratulatory remarks, flowery praises and even excellent invitations of abundant cultivation resources should he join their respective influences.
But above everyone else, an irritating voice drowned out almost every offer in a cacophony of noise and arrogant exclamations.
"Who dares snatch this student from me?! He will have to face the wrath of this Handsome Daoist!"
