Bored Gamer in Other World

Tang Xinyue stopped for a beat as she looked at the black haired beauty before her.

Ze Min has just arrived 3 years ago and her rise in the ranks of the Demonic Sword Sect has been nothing short of unbelievable.

From the bottom of 1st Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm up until the Peak of Foundation Establishment Realm which was her cultivation today, Inner Disciple Ze Min has only used three short years in bridging the gap between them.

One should know that Tang Xinyue has been cultivating for more or less 80 years already.

To say that Ze Min's meteoric rise was uncommon in this continent was pretty much an understatement of the century.

Alas, what was only weird was how smitten Ze Min had become unto Tang Xinyue.

The latter had of course slapped this lewd behavior coming from the same sex but Tang Xinyue could not even best Ze Min in battle after she'd arrived at a level similar to hers.

In the end, Tang Xinyue could only endure the constant pest in the form of the equally beautiful and capable Inner Disciple Ze Min.

"It seems like you are fated to be disappointed, Ze Min. As you can see, I am nothing but a mere possession for others pleasure already. Starting from today, Tang Xinyue is just a toy.

It's funny, isn't it? How the heavens can sometimes play with our insignificant lives?"

Tang Xinyue smiled and caught up with the slow convoy of steps that exited the grounds of the Inner Disciples Court. A breath later, Ze Min followed closely behind in silence.

* * *

More than five minutes of slow walk and the team has finally arrived back in the Outer Disciples Court.

If truth was to be told, there was really not much difference between the two disciples' court aside from the power level of cultivators that resided in both places.

The same boring figures of sharp sword-like buildings together with decorations that depicted nothing but more swords were present in the scenery at the moment.

It did not take long before Clark and his unique set of party members entered the Training Hall which was eerily quite similar to the last one they have been to.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

"I GIVE UP!"

"STOP!" On the field, there were many disciples that were busy training in pairs and some of them showed no mercy whatsoever to their counterpart.

Short of incurring deaths and mutilation between sparring partners, the picture on the ground was indeed a bloody melee that would only produce the most terrible and toughest of disciples.

Most of the participants in the grand skirmish were only at the 1st to the 5th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm.

Our bored gamer has only given the mad event with a peripheral curiosity and nothing more. But the same could not be said to the two innocent souls that followed them in their journey.

"Close your eyes, Lian Ah!" Lian Li said unto her younger sister. The usual kind tone of her voice vanished and what replaced them was a teary eyed determination of a good Elder Sister.

"But... I can't see if i d..." Lian Ah trembled as she spoke these words out. She just could not take her eyes off of the gory view that affronted her sight at the moment.

"Just do it!" Lian Li admonished and the younger Lian Ah could only nod in understanding. She trusted her older sister the most in this world and believed that nothing could wrong to them.

Alas, it was sad that Lian Li felt the exact opposite at the moment.

'Was my decision to follow Young Master Clark the right one or have I doomed my sister and i into a life of further violence and death?'

Lian Li mused in silence and then quickly shook her head to discard these useless thoughts aside. It was already too late to regret her choice.

And so Lian Li could only take her Lian Ah's hands in hers and led the closed eyed younger sister far and away from this sad practice of pointless conflict.

Lian Li had one wish in her heart and that was to protect her sister Lian Ah from the cruelty of the world.

'Let me be the one to see the ugly side of life for the both of us, Lian Ah.' Lian Li vowed and continued the return trip with a heavy heart on her chest.

* * *

"So how was it, Young Master Clark?"

"Did you get the girls that you wanted?" Elder Chang Tu asked but did not have to wait for any answer whatsoever because he could determine well enough about the added number of the group.

"Ahhhh... It seems that you have found two lovely ladies to accompany you in your quest to the peak. May these women give you eternal vigor and determination, Young Master Clark!"

"If you have any need for more bed warmers then you only need to ask and the Demonic Sword Sect will supply you with more!"

The Leader of the Outer Disciples Court was shameless to the extreme about his promise because he knew that his words were not at all far from the truth in fact.

With Elder Tan Hai behind Young Master Clark and with his identity as a Legacy Disciple, our bored gamer could walk sideways in the Demonic Sword Sect and there would be no one who would ridicule his strange way of walking.

"Hmmm... Then the sect has my sincerest thanks, Elder Chang Tu."

Clark grinned and looked at the quiet countenance of the pair of fairies that he excavated from the doors of the Inner Disciples Court.

One was overly welcomed with open arms while the other was a gatecrasher it seemed.

Our boy protagonist roamed his eyes on the body of the two women and it did not take one moment for someone to react with animosity in her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Xinyue asked in annoyance and she was not the least bit subtle about her real feelings at all.

She knew that Lu Chen was only at the 9th Stage of Mortal Shedding Realm right now and as he was, he would be dreaming if he really thought that he could conquer her with just that paltry cultivation of his.

"Why? Is it wrong to appreciate beauty when I see one? I missed you, Xinyue." Clark smiled with great warmth on his words but he only got a slap in the face as a reply for his efforts.

"You are not important to me, Lu Chen. Never before and never will be." Tang Xinyue retorted and the hate she felt for this man resurfaced once more into reality.

She would have thought that she would never ever see Lu Chen but here he was, calmly playing her for all his heart's content.

"We shall see soon enough if what you say is indeed the truth, Xinyue." Our bored gamer was not at all worried.

He had ample time and if needed, he shall spend forever in winning Tang Xinyue's heart once more. Not for himself but to end Lu Chen's last obsession inside his soul.

Clark looked at the other gorgeous woman beside Tang Xinyue.

He could not recall ever sending an invitation to this woman but after looking just once at Ze Min, many questions were answered that has also satisfied our bored gamer in the end.

"Hello there, Lady Ze Min. Or should i call you Black Phantom instead?" There was a pause on the scene until a humorous laughter broke the sudden stillness.

"You must have been mistaken, Young Master Clark. Inner Disciple Ze Min is called Flower Goddess and not Black Phantom."

It was Elder Chang Tu who defused the awkward moment between our good gamer and the seductive Ze Min.

"Ohhh... You did not even blink and just stood there to act as if my words were nothing but air. You are truly a very capable cultivator, Flower Goddess Ze Min."

Clark joined in on Elder Chang Tu's mirth as he addressed the aged teacher next.

"Indeed. Forgive me, Elder Chang Tu. Flower Goddess Ze Min has an uncanny resemblance to the person I knew from long before."

Our bored gamer played and a slight trace of killing intent wafted on the scene. Alas, no one was able to notice it but how could it escape the sharp senses of our op protagonist.

Nonetheless, Clark acted as if he perceived nothing of the sort and continued exchanging small talks with the likable Head of the Outer Disciples Court.

All along, the wrinkles of one person could not help but deepen and separate into even more lines until he could not keep his silence any longer.

"Young Master Clark, the Demonic Sword Sect has already given you your bitches. It is time for you to cultivate."

Feng Ren growled the words out as he could not swallow how a boy as promising as our bored gamer could waste his time on trivial things such as women and endless nonsense chatter.

"You are too serious all the time, Uncle Ren. You shouldn't be like that. I believe that it would have some adverse effects someday and I don't want anything to happen to such a great person like you. Why don't we talk over a few aged wines of mine and then w..."

Clark rambled on but he got a taste of his own medicine at this time. Our good gamer was interrupted for a change.

"Young Master Clark. The Demonic Sword Sect has given you everything that you wanted from us so far.

We ask nothing but only for you to repay the sect's kindness by training with all of your heart and soul.

As your Elder, i could not believe how you are wasting your time and attention over useless things when you could have a..."

It was Elder Feng Ren's turn to give his sermon towards our bored gamer. His lecture took not less than 3 minutes and there was no doubt that he would have more to say.

Alas, Clark has had enough of it already.

"Okay, okay. I hear you, Uncle Ren." Clark rubbed his ears for effect. He then looked towards Elder Chang Tu and asked for some needed props to what he had in mind.

"I need some spirit stones, Elder Chang Tu. Lots of them." Clark smiled and he could already imagine how spectacular the next scene was for him and for all of his audience at the moment.