Bored Gamer In Other Worlds Chapter 704
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"I want to give those 50,000 spirit stones to my family back home." When everyone heard this outer disciple's words, they could not help but understand the intention of this poor man.
This outer disciple knew that he wouldn't come back from this trip and so he could only deliver one last filial piety unto his family.
One should know that a single spirit stone was worth at least 1,000 gold since there was ever a demand for such immortal resources but no supply to cater the needs of the local and mortal tyrants.
"SHIT! Don't make me cry, man!"
"You don't have to do this at all!"
"I have 10,000 spirit stones in here!"
"Take it so that you won't have to waste your life for nothing!"
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This one outer disciple's silent sacrifice got the sympathy of many. In the end, this humble man could only bow in all directions.
"Thank you for your love, my good brothers and sisters!"
"But I can only keep your kind words in my heart." The outer disciple declared. He knew that he would be stuck in the Body Forging Realm in this life.
He had no talent in cultivation and got only one woman as a partner in dual cultivation.
It did not need telling that this outer disciple was also not that attractive in the eyes of the opposite sex. Thus, he would be more than happy to give a final gift to his family.
He had lived for 50 happy years in this world. Although most of the time was spent in training and cultivation but this outer disciple was content with this experience.
"What is your name, outer disciple?" Sect Master Ren Zemin asked amidst the ruckus. The atmosphere quietened down considerably thereafter.
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"My name is Li Ning, Sect Master!" The outer disciple replied. He cupped his fist and bowed low to the beautiful woman at the center of the arena.
"I accept your request, Li Ning." The Sect Master granted.
"This worthless disciple is grateful, Sect Master. Thank you!" Outer disciple Li Ning prostrated like a beggar but no one scolded his actions.
"I will also join, Sect Master! I wish to give 50,000 spirit stones to my family!"
"Me too, Sect Master! I shall follow the example of Brother Li Ning!"
"I'm tired of wasting my life in the sect! I will give my own contribution to my parents back home and change my family tree for the better!"
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A rush of emboldened voices echoed in the arena. Unfortunately, most of these volunteers came from the outer court.
These were the hopeless and untalented players in the sect who had already maxed out their chances and fortune.
It would take a miracle for them to ever break into the Innate Realm in this lifetime. An hour later, almost a thousand souls comprised the second batch of volunteers.
"Get your spirit stones from Elder Tang Kong."
"You are free to use our giant eagles from the sect."
"See your family today but come back here before sunset!" Sect Master Ren Zemin shared her last words towards these warriors.
It was obvious to see that she was proud to have this kind of disciples.
Amongst a population of more than 200,000 cultivators in the Profound Delight Sect, only 917 decided to throw their lives away for the price of 50,000 spirit stones.
All others treasured their lives more and the bright future that awaited them in due time.
It was not an understatement at all to say that of this second batch, most were middle aged and old men and women.
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These women were of course the girlfriends slash wives of these volunteers. There were no children to be had since no procreation would happen during the dual cultivation process.
All the semen and potent love juices of both men and women would be used as a vital source of energy that would strengthen the body and soul of cultivators.
It was too easy to see that practicing the delight cultivation can be heartless in this perspective.
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"Can I come with you, Senior?" Sect Master Ren Zemin asked for the umpteenth time.
A cultivation boat was floating in the sky and almost everyone who was part of the journey was already inside. The last passengers were of course our bored gamer and company.
"You can't. You will have no use for me there." Clark shook his head as he rejected the great intentions of the sect master.
"You lack any maidservants, Senior. I will be more than able to serve you during the trip." Sect Master Ren Zemin pleaded once more.
She wanted to come so that she could see with her own two eyes how our good gamer would demolish the enemies before him.
Although Ren Zemin was old in age but her thirst for glory and fame has not diminished at all. She was tired of bowing to the real giants in this Lycia Continent.
The sect master trembled in excitement as she imagined the glorious arrival of our avid gamer on the battlefield.
"I have my wives with me. They are more than enough to serve my needs." Clark replied.
The sect master was not alone in this endeavor since his 24 maidservants also wanted to come to this trip.
Alas, our bored gamer forbade them to go since he already got almost a thousand servants alongside him. This thought brought a smile on Clark's handsome face.
"I think that the Sect Master has a point, Brother Bu Fang."
"An extra pair of hands would not hurt, would it?" Ye Xinxia and Mu Ningxue helped the case of Sect Master Ren Zemin.
'SIGH!'
'Women are really unfathomable creatures.' Clark lamented inside. How could he not notice how Sect Master Ren Zemin threw pleading gazes unto his wives' way.
In the end, our bored gamer could only agree to the sect master's request.
"Thank you so much for this chance, Senior!" Ren Zemin was shivering in excitement. Before long, four figures flew calmly into a fresh voyage.
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