"Welcome to the Demonic Sword Sect, Young Master Clark! This old man's name is Feng Lin and this is my brother, Feng Ren.
We will be acting as your Dao Protectors from now on. You can call us Uncle Lin and Uncle Ren if you want to."
Two old goats introduced themselves when the group was about to exit the Assessment Pavilion.
"Did your orders come from, Elder Tan Hai?" Clark asked calmly as he looked at the two Peak Stage Foundation Establishment Experts with open amusement.
"It is as you guessed, Young Master Clark. Elder Tan Hai only values your safety so that you may be able to accomplish what you were destined to become." Feng Lin smiled lightly.
He did not take offense nor lash out in anger at all.
Instead, his aged face was filled with understanding and tolerance to the otherwise seemingly arrogant youth before him. But the same could not be said to his partner, Feng Ren.
"A dead prodigy is of no use to us after all. So you better cultivate hard, boy. Or I will make sure that you're gonna cry for your mother if I see you skipping your duties to the sect."
Feng Ren threatened in a low voice. It was rather raspy and extremely grating to the ears. However, our good gamer ignored this insolence.
'SIGH!'
'I am already the most powerful man in this xianxia world.'
'If I beat these old men up then it will be akin to spanking kids for their ignorance.' Clark shook his head before he answered.
"Thank you for the warm welcome, Uncle Lin and Uncle Ren! You two can count on me to step on all disciples heads on this sect!
I don't even need to train in order to slap everyone's faces into a pulpy mess." Our bored gamer announced loudly.
Not a few disciples heard him in fact and this cocky message would no doubt reach every ear in every corner of this Demonic Sword Sect.
"You little tw..." Feng Ren wanted to berate with more words and straighten up this conceited brat with his words but he was stopped short by his brother.
Feng Lin raised his hand and put it gently on his brother's shoulder. It was a calming gesture wherein which Feng Ren also allowed himself to be persuaded.
He remembered their quest and it would be folly to antagonize someone as talented as this Young Master Clark.
"I apologize for my brother's behavior, Young Master Clark. He is sometimes rash in his behavior but he only has your well being in mind."
Feng Lin uttered some good excuses for Feng Ren.
"It's a trivial matter, Uncle Lin. I am not only fated to become a True Immortal in the future but my understanding is as boundless as the myriad heavens also! My rise is simply inevitable!" Clark answered proudly.
"CRACK!" A pair of clenched fists made itself known unto the masses and the disciples near the entrance of the Assessment Pavilion also heard the audible sign of ire in their midst.
This has of course come from no one else but the furious Feng Ren.
"Shall we go, Young Master Clark?" Feng Lin rose to the rescue once more in order to dissuade any more surprises in this very eventful day.
"Hmmm... Lead the way, Uncle Lin." Our eager protagonist sauntered forth thereafter to a new page of exciting adventures.
* * *
In a graveyard of swords, three shrouded entities stood side by side. Nothing can be seen of their faces but only the deep shade of black cloaks on their forms.
The elemental dark was strong amongst them and no one could decipher the identity of one another. They were not even doing anything to sate their interest in unveiling this mystery.
Far from that in fact because not even the slightest sigh or a subdued whisper were exchanged since their arrival in this place. No one talked and no one moved either.
The three of them were like immovable sculptures like the soulless swords that occupied the rest of their vision.
This stalemate ensued for an indeterminable amount of time until a fourth person finally appeared before them.
"THRUM!" An echo announced an advent of sorts before time and space was twisted to accommodate the bidding of another.
A tiny dot pierced through the materia of the world which expanded in a slow and almost teasing pace.
It could be seen that the one who conjured this technique took leisure in his craft and was not at all rushed in coming forth from whatever secret realm he may have originated from.
This one made use of his time indeed and was not the least bit pressured at all by his three silent acquaintances that awaited his delayed entry.
The trio were as patient as the vast universe itself and were pretty much unperturbed by the unnecessary posturing of this newcomer.
Almost ten minutes elapsed before a sizable portal finally appeared before the three silent observers.
The hole was probably about 10 feet tall but it was quite funny to see that the one that came out from it was only even less than half of its entire length.
"HO HO HO!"
"Why are you three standing in ceremony still?!"
"Come, come, come! Why don't you lick this handsome one's feet already?" The newcomer teased. This one was the same as all cultivators and she embodied perfection in all aspects.
It was just too shocking that she appeared too small in size against the three that already appeared in this place before her.
She stood less than four feet tall and was barefooted in all intent and purposes.
This was no problem of course because her form easily traversed the air to offer a tiny left foot upon the three for better access in what she wanted them to do.
"This is not the time to play games, Fellow Daoist." One of the three muttered.
The voice cannot be guessed if it was man or woman for it sounded akin to a monster than anything in comparison.
"Why appear all serious and cagey, Hu Yin?" The little girl asked and the one she addressed to stiffened in response. She looked on the other two and playfully peered on their disguises also.
"And is that you, Shen Jing and Song Wen? Long time no see, my friends." The girl laughed happily.
"I guessed right, yes? Hihihi! No need to cover your faces! Come, come, come!"
"Let your Father see you once more before we go meet with my future student."