You're still alive

After they had broken through in their cultivation, they immediately wanted to find Clark to avenge their humiliation. However, to their surprise, he had disappeared for two years. The long wait did not diminish their hatred; it only intensified, becoming an indelible obsession in their hearts.

"Senior Brother Dawson, why waste words with him? Let's cut off one of his hands and feet first!" Tina said to the young man in front.

Dawson laughed and kicked towards Clark's knee, a layer of blue light quickly covering his foot. He had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refinement, and such a kick would shatter the bones of any cultivator below the fourth level of Qi Refinement.

He had calculated that, given Clark's cultivation talent, he could at most have reached the third level of Qi Refinement in these two years, which was far from being a match for him.

Facing Dawson's attack, Clark lightly retreated with an effortless grace. He had already reached the seventh level of Qi Refinement and had no desire to engage with them.

"You worthless trash, you sure can dodge quickly!" Dawson's voice was icy as he cast a spell, conjuring a three-meter-long fire dragon in front of him. The surrounding temperature rose as the fire dragon roared and surged toward Clark.

Although Clark didn't want to fight them, it didn't mean he would back down. Using the Heavenly Sword Technique, he formed a long sword and slashed at the sky. A black blade of light shot out, cutting the fire dragon in half instantly.

In a flash, Clark appeared in front of Dawson. With a look of terror in Dawson's eyes, Clark's sword cut his throat, and droplets of blood dripped from his hand covering the wound.

Clark's sword had only grazed Dawson's throat, not fatally wounding him. He wanted to scare them off and prevent future troubles.

Dawson, thrown back several meters by Clark's powerful kick, curled up like a shrimp, lying on the ground and groaning in pain like a dying dog.

The yellow-dressed girl, their helper at the sixth level of Qi Refinement, was shocked by Clark's swift and decisive actions but still decided to attack.

Clark moved quickly, leaving only afterimages on the ground before appearing behind the two women. With a series of swift blows, he overpowered them, leaving them unable to resist.

After subduing all three, Clark made them kneel with their hands behind their heads in a row.

 "Will you undress yourselves, or shall I do it for you?" he demanded. They knew what he meant, recalling their previous encounter when he had stripped them unconscious. Now, fully awake, they hesitated.

"Strip!" Clark shouted, glaring at them. They finally complied, starting with Dawson, who left only his underwear, his stomach revealing a roll of fat, indicating a comfortable life.

"You better not run, or next time I'll cut you down," Clark threatened Dawson, believing the coward wouldn't dare flee.

Then, at the two women's signal, they walked into the woods together. Moments later, Clark emerged looking refreshed, known for his speed in fast make love he did.

He had only taken in the scenery of the lakes and mountains, appreciating the waterfalls and streams.

Finally, he released Tina and Susan, leaving Dawson hanging from a tree, and walked away casually.

"Why? Just because I'm a man?" Dawson lamented miserably.

Now, with Clark at the seventh level of Qi Refinement, these people posed no threat to him.

Returning to Misty Peak, Clark searched the entire mountain and finally found a pitiful figure by the river. It was none other than Harry. Beside him was a mountain of chamber pots, flies buzzing around, and a foul stench permeating the air.

"Clark, is that you? You're still alive?" Harry, upon seeing Clark, burst into tears of joy. Clark was his best friend in the Heavenly Sword Sect, and seeing him return safely made Harry genuinely happy.

During Clark's absence, many disciples spread rumors that he had died in the ruins. Numerous people had seen him enter with a team, but he never came out. Harry had been heartbroken for a long time after hearing this news.

Clark recounted his experiences over the past two years but didn't mention anything about Sherry. He was puzzled, though, as to why Harry's situation had become so dire in just two years.

"After you left, they said I was useless, always goofing off. Even the new disciples surpassed me. They said I was only fit for hard labor and questioned why I even bothered with cultivation. Eventually, I was assigned to clean the toilets."

Clark sensed that Harry's cultivation level was still stuck at the peak of the first level of Qi Refinement, with almost no progress in the past two years, which explained why he was being bullied by other disciples.

"They can call me names all they want, as long as they don't kick me out of the sect. At least here, I get to eat." Harry appeared somewhat cheerful. He had experienced famine before and knew the pain of not having a full meal for days. So, he cherished having food, no matter the circumstances.

The main reason Harry hadn't made any progress in his cultivation, besides his natural talent, was that the spirit grass potion he received every six months was always taken by others. The world of cultivation was ruthless, where the strong preyed on the weak.

Clark took Harry and beat up the people who had been stealing his spirit grass potion, retrieving it for him. But Harry still didn't dare to keep it, fearing retaliation. Clark could help him temporarily but not forever, and he didn't want to bring trouble to Clark. The backers of those bullies were core disciples of the sect, and some were even the grandchildren of elders.

Clark sighed and, before leaving, gave Harry all four of his own spirit grass potions. When they were about to part, Harry wanted to give Clark a hug but, seeing his filthy clothes, decided against it.

Seeing Harry's gloomy expression, Clark initiated the hug and gave him a fist bump as usual. "Everything will get better." With those words, he left, while Harry watched him go with reluctance.

Clark's location was in the Normandy, which spanned over 3,000 miles north to south and more than 2,000 miles east to west, making it an extremely vast region. The Normandy was situated in the southern domain, and there were countless countries with similarly vast territories in this domain. The southern domain itself was like a grain of sand in an ocean, its true size unimaginable. Without using teleportation arrays, even a cultivator flying their entire life would struggle to traverse it.

Beyond the southern domain, there were several other domains, making it hard to fathom the actual size of this continent. Vast and boundless was an understatement.

From Clark's perspective, the size was almost exaggerated. Cultivators were already incredibly fast, yet it was said they couldn't cross a single domain in a lifetime. If Sherry was heading to the northern domain, the distance must be unimaginable. She was likely using teleportation arrays to travel.

Five days later, Clark arrived in Oakwood City, a city in the Normandy. Oakwood City belonged to Valleydale and was a desolate ancient city with a long history.

Due to its border with the pandora country, wars frequently broke out, and a large border defense force was permanently stationed there. The people were known for their fierceness.

Standing at the base of the massive city, Clark noticed that the city walls were much taller than those of other cities, marked with scars from blades and arrows. Rows of armored soldiers with long spears stood on the walls.

After undergoing a thorough inspection and paying an entrance fee, Clark entered the city, which remained heavily guarded with patrols passing by regularly.

Clark navigated through several streets and arrived at a secluded alley. Taking out a map, he compared it carefully. Then, he covered himself with spiritual energy and, with a single step, the scenery before him changed rapidly.

One moment it was a quiet alley, and the next it was bustling with activity. The surroundings had transformed dramatically.