"FOUNDER!"
"PATRIARCH!" Two parties could not help but cry to their fallen. Sadly, that was all they could do at the mont.
They would have loved to strike at our bored gar but that would only court nothing but an early death in the end.
The representatives of the Dirty Beggars Sect and the Broken Sword Sect mourned and despaired and it would be a lie to say that it had not thrown so sad shade unto the crowning event in their midst.
And to think that the celebration has not even begun yet.
The rest kept their silence and let the biggest and most powerful influence on this xianxia world have their one last cry before everything could continue in full.
No one was that heartless to disturb these people who had taken a great loss today.
Not even Clark chose to halt the miserable howls that can only be had when saying farewell to sothing so irreplaceable.
Old Man Mu and Old Man Qian were considered undying heroes of most cultivators. Unfortunately, even True Immortals can die.
And the unforgettable picture of silent slaughter has all but painted a vivid mory for everyone to rember for a long long ti.
The crying continued until the 30 minute mark ca upon all. At this ti, the delegates from the two parties finally cald down. What mattered now was how to move on from this pain.
It was lucky that the Sect Masters from the Dirty Beggars Sect and the Broken Sword Sect knew exactly how to wade their way amidst the murk of uncertainty that assailed them today.
"My Dirty Beggars Sect approves of your stewardship, Young Master Clark!" A young and handso daoist monk declared into the open.
It was curious that he had an uncanny resemblance to the late Old Man Mu. This man was even as bald as a baby's bottom that imitated the sect founder quite perfectly.
He would have liked very much indeed to rage in anger but doing such a stupid thing was illogical right then and there.
This Sect Master of the Dirty Beggars Sect was well aware that he will have so major headaches to co in the aftermath of Old Man Mu's unwanted passing.
"The Broken Sword Sect shall do the sa. Congratulations on your rise, Young Master Clark!"
A sword cultivator followed and if one looked long enough, the shadow of the forr Patriarch Old Man Qian could be seen in the obvious guise of this man.
This was none other than the current Sect Master of The Broken Sword Sect. There was really no other choice than to accept defeat at this ti.
"You are both wise. I applaud you for that. You can rest easy because from now on, there will be no more wars in my supervision." Clark replied to the two heroic n.
They were both in the Earth Immortal Realm and would have to spend an untold amount of years before they could finally step onto the last cultivation stage in this Mortal Realm.
A True Immortal cannot be seen like cabbages and carrots in the marketplace. Perhaps the thousands of True Immortals gathered today was a first in this xianxia world.
And it would take a long long ti before an event like this could ever happen in this world once again.
"Thank you for your benevolence, Young Master Clark. The Dirty Beggars Sect shall be one of your most stalwart followers!"
"You honor us with your kindness, Young Master Clark. My Broken Sword Sect will strive to repay this favor in the years to co!"
The Sect Masters of the early dead did their jobs and was quite impressive in how they hid their real feelings.
Alas, this was the natural posture of the defeated and so they had no complaints whatsoever in how things had ended for them.
It was just fate manifesting its unpredictable charm in the choices of n and immortals alike.
"Hmmm... Very well then. Let the coronation continue. I trust that you will not give my woman Gu Wenren any difficulty in her stay in this place."
Our bored gar smiled but everyone in attendance could not help but tremble in front of this smiling demon. They knew better than to offend Young Master Clark.
Much more towards soone that he considered as his woman in the presence of all.
"We will take good care of Mistress Gu Wenren, Young Master Clark!"
"She shall have a great ti in here! We promise!"
"You really have a great eye for beauty, Young Master!"
"Mistress Gu Wenren is the epito of elegance!" Most of the gathered True Immortals guaranteed so praises and flowery words in reply.
On the other hand, Gu Wenren could only accept the kind words that were thrown her way with a blush and a lovely smile.
The one thousand Elders of the Demonic Sword Sect also understood why Young Master Clark favored Gu Wenren so much.
Each had a lot to say about the topic and most were not good in fact. Alas, every negative conclusion could only be held within their hearts and not see the light of day at all.
The old n and won were too smart for that.
"Good. Good. I'm happy to hear all of your complints. Maybe we should get together so ti to talk about anything or nothing under the sun.
Let's see if the future is good enough to give us that chance. Farewell." These were our bored gar's last words before he vanished before the eyes of the masses.
Everyone released a breath that they did not know they were holding and relaxed in the absence of that ominous person.
Never did they expect for Young Master Clark's voice to grace their ears again.
"Before I forget, I don't want anyone to know what has happened in here. Okay?" Our bored gar asked gently.
He did not want to reveal his identity to non important NPC just yet so that he could truly have his fun in this xianxia world.
"We hear you, Young Master Clark!"
"Absolutely! Young Master!"
"You can trust us to keep your secret, Young Master Clark!" The event ended and began at this point. Next was much easier already.
Gu Wenren took the lead and the celebration comnced thereafter.
With Blood Twin at her side, not even a fly could disturb Gu Wenren in the groundbreaking policies that she was determined to create into this new world order.
* * *
"Well, that ended better than i anticipated." Clark murmured once he returned to the privacy of his room.
"AHHHHHH!" And sa as when he left, Lin Che could still not stop coming over and over again on the floor.
"You really must think that badly of , Primal Warden." Our avid gar sighed and in a breath, Lin Che's figure vanished from his sight. It was no good keeping the lady nearby.
In the end, Clark decided to give Lin Che her privacy in another room and in return claim his chambers back for himself alone also.
It was a win win situation for the two of them and so our good gar did not hesitate in the least. There was silence in the air when Lin Che was gone for good.
"Yes! This is the noise of freedom! I'm glad to finally get it back!" Clark roared and laughed at the sa ti.
It was as if a great weight had been taken off his shoulders when he finally got rid of one pesky irritating woman in Lin Che.
Being hounded for every mont of his waking hour was not a pretty experience at all.
"Now what should i do? Gu Wenren would take at least days in order to get her business straightened out and that would give ample alone ti in consequence."
"Should i play so more rpg gas then?" Our bored gar whispered to himself.
"Nah... Playing is getting boring when I'm the only real player inside the ga. Nothing beats a true mmorpg experience after all."
Clark moaned in disappointnt because he was at the point of gaming life where his forced exile was hurting him already.
A single player ga, no matter how realistic it was, was still a single player ga in the end.
It would get monotonous eventually and that was exactly what our bored gar was feeling at the mont. He was burned out by playing so much gas for the last 2 months.
Clark wanted sothing new to do for a change. It took approximately 10 minutes for him to find a new thing to do.
"Why don't i take this chance to experint with my other soul? This would certainly entertain well before Gu Wenren cos back from her trip."
Our bored gar concluded in surprise and it did not take long for him to do exactly as he said.
He was of course referring to his Soul Fragnt that has maintained its anonymity from the eyes of that fucking Elder God.
Or at least that was what Clark continued to hope for at this ti.
But given how that Freaky Lady had been most subtle in her approach, our bored gar believed that it would be in her best interest to hide her details from the prying eyes of that fucking Elder God.
Of course, this was all the shaky suppositions of Clark but he trusted his guts in these kinds of things.
"Now where should i go first? Hmmm... Let try going in that direction then." Our bored gar muttered and swam in the endless realms of this Mortal Universe.
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