Bored Gamer in Other Worlds-Chapter 917 Elder Yuan

"Thank you for keeping your hands, Senior! This fool accepts this penalty freely." Elder Yuan kowtowed in place amidst the small pool of blood that slowly crept around his form.

It was clear that the injury he received was not light at all. Nonetheless, he was still breathing and that was more than enough cause for celebration all things considered.

"An old man like you should have been much smarter than this. I'm disappointed in you." Our bored gamer replied.

Although he could not see Elder Yuan at this time but the old voice of the man was an obvious indicator of his age. It was not that hard for him to put 1 plus 1 together.

"This junior has a momentary lapse of judgment, Senior. It will not happen again." Elder Yuan replied without changing his stance of supplication.

Although he was already old but he did not want to die an early death today. His years could still be counted in the dozens.

"..." Clark shook his head and went about his way on exploring the places in Majestic Cloud Palace.

He paid the old man no mind but alas, he cannot help but caress his right pinky thereafter.

If one should take a closer look, one would notice that this little digit was already missing from its place.

It did not need telling that the previous action had an equal sacrifice and toll towards the body of our very own protagonist.

"Hmmm... I should invent a floating wheelchair soon if i keep losing body parts at this rapid rate."

Our good gamer muttered under his breath and took another deep breath in the next second. Tried as he might, there was little few he could do to change his situation.

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"THUD!"

"THUD!"

"THUD!"

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Gentle rhythmic sound came from the outside. The noise was subtle and hard to hear.

It would have been unnoticed for the lesser mortal to sense such a thing but for a true cultivator in the dao, such unnatural sound was ear breaking to say the least.

This has prompted someone to end his meditation that has started for years in the making.

"What. is.it.?" A man's voice asked from the inside. His present state of annoyance could be clearly detected in his words alone. It was harsh and almost furious.

"Forgive me for the unexpected intrusion, master. But there is something you should know." An old man's weakened voice answered.

"What happened, Elder Yuan? And why are you injured?" The man asked one after another.

This man's impressive cultivation base was shown at this instance since he has easily detected Elder Yuan's condition even beyond the complex gates that separated them.

One should know that this special room had myriad formations in place that had made it an awesome cultivation cave in the first place.

"CREAK!" The massive doors opened up in time which spat the curious countenance of a middle aged man in green cultivators robes.

Just from the way he walked, it could be seen that he was used to getting his way and was a proficient ruler in his own right.

His intelligent eyes spoke wisdom and age that was beyond even Elder Yuan in scale.

It did not need telling that this middle aged man was a whole league older than the old Elder Yuan in the palace. Cultivation realms was funny in this way.

Nevertheless, Elder Yuan was indeed this middle aged man's direct disciple.

"Rong'er?" The middle aged man said the moment his eyes laid unto one of his daughters.

He may have many to speak of, thousands to be exact, but it was elementary for a strong cultivator to remember things and names easily.

"Your daughter greets you, father." Shen Rong bowed slightly.

She would have loved to embrace his father like normal mortals do but alas, such practices was rare to long lived people like them.

It was not even an exaggeration to say that the two were more like strangers than family. The rarely met nor spoke to each other for years and years on end.

The middle aged man merely nodded in reply and then his eyes roamed around the thin body of his disciple.

His handsome face turned ugly the minute he realized that it would take at least 5 years for Elder Yuan to recover. The cracks on his spiritual core would take this much time to heal.

"I'm listening." The middle aged man said in a serious tone. Elder Yuan was his strongest disciple and so the person who could have hurt him in this state was definitely not simple.

He briefly thought about those ancient sects interfering in their scope of influence as he feared for the worst.

"It all started with your disciple's dumb actions, master. Your daughter Shen Rong came and told me that t..."

Elder Yuan started his tale and a lengthy silence came thereafter once he finished in the end.

Elder Yuan also relayed what Shen Rong had told him about her trip together with our very own protagonist.

"Does this man truly want to become an Elder in our Majestic Cloud Place, Rong'er?" The middle aged man asked.

Just by the step by step detail of what occurred alone, he could determine the strength of that mysterious young man who went by the name of Clark Colter.

It was way above his in several levels.

Cultivators could easily train their bodies and cast myriad techniques but those that could use mystical symbols alone to kill and injure their enemies was quite rare to find. 𝚋𝚎ｄｎｏｖ𝚎𝚕．𝚌ｏｍ

Even with the apparent sacrifice of arms and such, it would matter little to superb cultivators that can easily regrow limbs and if the legends were true, change body at will.

It was obvious that they were facing someone that was absolutely out of their league.

"To be honest, i only invited Master Clark here as a guest. But that is my ultimate plan, father." Shen Rong replied. It was no use lying after all.

Her father mused for a couple minutes more before he came up with a next course of action.

"Come, Rong'er. I want to meet with Master Clark."