"What?!" Tang Aining immediately opened her eyes in surprise. She could not believe what she heard at all.

She looked at the man who introduced himself as Bu Fang in order to ascertain the truth of the matter.

One should know that Tang Aining has already lived for more than 6,000 years in this world. Thus, she knew all the big players in the Lycia Continent.

This was the reason why she assumed that our bored gamer originated from the other mysterious continents overseas.

"You did not hear me wrong, Tang Aining. I want you to become my woman." Clark replied and he became more natural in his words.

He lost the term lady and just hailed her directly using her full name.

"And what if I refuse?" Tang Aining asked after she sat up on the bed. This weird conversation has indeed rekindled some hope inside her heart.

"Then I would be sad but I would just leave afterwards." Our bored gamer replied.

There were many fishes in the sea after all and although Tang Aining was a great beautiful daughter of heaven but he had seen better in his long life.

"I am flattered by your affection, Senior Bu Fang." Tang Aining started the moment she stood up from the bed. She even used the term senior to make the obvious be known between them.

"But... I have no plans to entertain love and romance in my life at this time." Tang Aining gently said.

"A pity. I understand." Clark nodded and then left with a kind smile on his face.

It was easy for our good gamer to peer inside the psyche of someone who had a lower cultivation base than he had.

He knew that the reason why Tang Aining had remained a virgin maiden after all these thousands of years was that she could still not move on from her tragic first love.

"I believe that this war will have some unexpected twists and turns." Tang Aining murmured under her breath.

She was frozen deep in thought for a lengthy amount of time before she remembered that she was quite decisive in her reactions earlier.

She did not even put several millions of sacrifices in consequence of her attack which depicted well enough of the real nature of a wise yet selfish cultivator.

Tang Aining would go that far to save the purity of her body.

"..." Tang Aining moved and faced an olden mirror on the wall.

She was lost in her own thoughts once again as she remembered a handsome man who had the sad ending of dying in her arms.

* * *

"POOF!" Our bored gamer rejoined his wives and the latter was already expecting for a new character to join their fold.

Unfortunately, they did not see any man, woman, or beast appear after the calm form of their beloved.

"Senior Bu Fang!"

"Senior Bu Fang!"

"Senior Bu Fang!"

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The disciples around the camp greeted the arrival of their master.

If they were doubtful of our good gamer's true abilities in the past, the recent void travel had successfully made them all a believer.

"..." Clark merely nodded to the disciples of the Profound Delight Sect. It did not need telling that he was already used to receiving these eyes of awe upon his body.

"Where is our new sister, Brother Bu Fang?" Ye Xinxia asked while still looking left, right, and behind our very own protagonist.

"I failed in my quest but no matter, this war will give me a sweet reward in the end. I shall introduce to you 2 more sisters soon enough." Our avid gamer promised.

He smiled and then immediately went to the nearest tent. There were rows upon rows of makeshift bed inside and he took the first one he could see.

He laid down and closed his eyes. Before long, two sets of hands carefully massaged his body.

'SIGH!'

'Life remains to be epic!' Clark mused inside as he was enjoying the huge benefits of having wives like Ye Xinxia and Mu Ningxue.

* * *

Several hours passed and the kiss of darkness fully enveloped the scene. There were several cooking pots and blazing torches that brought warmth to this cold night.

What was curious to see was that in a camp that hosted millions upon millions of souls, there was only 1 camp that dared make fire in the open.

"It seems like they must be the newly arrived recruits. Should we warn them of the danger?" A veteran in the war asked his fellows.

"Don't. It would be good for us if they would become the first sacrifice of the night. There would be bigger chances for our survival." A hardened leader spat on the ground.

Time moved unimpeded and it was until near midnight when something very strange happened.

"HISS!"

"HISS!"

"HISS!"

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The sound of snakes echoed in the world and the beginning of more than a hundred thousand subdued crying followed next.

"What is that?" A disciple from the Profound Delight Sect asked. Alas, the answer to his words came almost instantaneously.

"Rumble!" Nine gargantuan snakes slithered on the ground. Their shadowy figures became more material and distinct in this darkness.

The ground shook and it did not take more than 3 breaths before these magical replies arrived outside the camp of the Profound Delight Sect.

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

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Nine snake tails attacked at the same time but luckily enough, a strong shield appeared to block their strikes.

It was obvious that the leader of this campaign was kind enough to treasure the lives of every warrior on the battlefield. At least this was true for a time.

"Senior Bu Fang!"

"Sect Master!"

"We're under attack!" The disciples cried in fear when they saw multitudes of crack appear on the defensive formation array around them.

It did not take for one to be a genius in order to know that this was definitely a bad bad situation for all of them.

"Put out the fires! Maybe these monsters are attracted to the torches in our camp!" Sect Master Ren Zemin was quick to notice some clues in the scenario.

She had tried to extend a hand of friendship in the other camps nearby a few hours prior but was heartlessly ignored. Nobody even talked to her. Ren Zemin could only curse them all in her heart.

"Let the fires be. I want everyone to see that my Profound Delight Sect has the bravest men and women in the world, Sect Master."

This speaker was of course none other than our very own protagonist.