"97!"

"98!"

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"99!"

"100!" Thus, concluded the Trial of the Hundred Strikes.

"Bury them." Zi Yu said in a hoarse voice. He was the one who counted all the hard beatings from 1 up to a 100.

Though he was not the one who held the big wooden bats directly onto the body of these young ones, he took at least this much responsibility in this trial.

He has blood on his hands like everyone else around him.

"Boss Zi Yu! This one is still breathing!" A man who held the body of our bored gamer informed with apparent shock on his face.

"What?!" Zi Yu immediately went forward to check the veracity of this information and he was confused on whether to be happy or sad with this unexpected development.

One should know that the recent beating had completely destroyed the nether regions of this young boy.

Although already 18 years old, Zi Yu still considered all of these aspiring disciples as no more than kids before him. Compared to his 43 years in this world, these boys were nothing at all.

"What do we do, boss?!" The man asked in panic.

"Send him to Elder Xia Juan quickly!" Zi Yu answered after a brief hesitation. This kind of thing has never happened in the past and so there was no precedent to follow.

But there was one thing he was sure of, anyone from the outer disciple's court did not have the means to salvage the life of this survivor.

"Yes, boss!" The men complied and carried the broken body of our good gamer.

"I hope that you won't make it alive, boy." Zi Yu whispered under his breath. He could not imagine living a life and missing the most essential part of a man.

Maybe that boy will become a satisfied eunuch in the end. Only time can tell, Zi Yu took a deep breath then left the scene of blood and death thereafter.

* * *

"Elder Xia Juan!"

"Elder Xia Juan!"

"Elder Xia Juan!" The shouts came from afar.

"What happened?" The beautiful elder came out of her private courtyard before the men arrived in place.

"This boy has survived the Trial of 100 Strikes, Elder!"

"He's still breathing but we fear that he might..." One of the men reported with his head bowed.

These elders can get grumpy and murderous when disturbed and so he prayed that they had not disturbed this sexy elder from her rest.

"Put him down." Elder Xia Juan ordered. She then took something from her storage ring and fed it quickly towards the seemingly unconscious boy.

The pill melted inside the boy's mouth and its effect could be seen at once. Our good gamer has clearly stabilized his breathing at this time.

It was a low grade pill that could easily close all flesh wounds and stop bleeding in an instant.

Its name may have taken the mighty great sounding title of a Flesh Rebirth Pill but such a term was indeed very misleading. There was no regrowth ever done.

Not even a tiny nail or a single strand of hair but only a quick save in dire moments and emergencies. At least, one would not instantly die from blood loss.

"Take him back and properly nurse him to health."

"I will ask my servant to send sufficient supplies later." Elder Xia Juan said and without ado, turned around to go inside her private sanctum once more.

"Thank you for your help, Elder!" The men bowed in respect.

* * *

At night time, the outer disciple's court was filled with the topic about the boy who lived.

"I don't know if i'd be happy if i were that boy."

"To live without my big wrecking balls would be hell itself!"

"I hear that Elder Xia Juan has personally administered a precious pill to the disciple."

"Elder Xia Juan is not only extremely beautiful but she also has the heart of an angel."

"I wish I could marry someone like Elder Xia Juan in my life!"

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...

While these myriad gossips ran about, someone was also taking stock of his new body at this time.

"Hehehe. I thought that you would make me a eunuch in this life, partner." Our bored gamer chuckled while inspecting the goods beneath his robes.

It did not need telling that the heavenly treasure clay brick has fully cured him in full tonight.

The smashed cock and twin balls were already repaired and they were even better and bigger than ever.

He was conscious all throughout the ordeal and only decided to stand up at this time.

After all, it would be too much of a miracle if he were to just miraculously speak and walk about as if nothing irrevocable happened to him earlier.

"Hmm... I should be good to go by tomorrow." He concluded in the end. Clark then paced around and immediately found out that he was inside a storage area of some sort.

There were shovels, rusty cooking knives, seed drill, a wheelbarrow, and many more miscellaneous items inside the room.

Perhaps the only out of place thing in here was the makeshift bed that our bored gamer laid down just recently.

"So what's my cheat this time around, Nancy?" Our avid gamer asked at this time.

"DING!"

"Congratulations, host. You have received the inheritance of The Harem King!" Nancy answered in a happy voice.

After that, a healthy amount of information was injected directly into the brain of Clark and the process only took less than 10 breaths to finish.

"FUCK ME!" Our bored gamer exclaimed when he realized the contents of this unique inheritance. It was filled with only the lewdest stuff in the book.

"Is this why you specifically sent me here, partner?"

"Do you really want me to create a million women in my own harem?" Clark said but no reply came at him whatsoever. In the end, he could only shake his head and accept this fate.

"Are there any restrictions set this time around, Nancy?" He did not forget to ask this very important thing.

"Negative, host." Nancy replied promptly.