Shen Yuan shook his head before turning back to Han Qingyu and Wan Ling, “Cough, now, if you guys don’t mind, I would like to change my clothes,” he said with a shameless smile as he was nearly naked with patches of clothes all over his body.
His robe was incinerated due to the intense thunder inside the formation.
Wan Ling and Han Qingyu’s faces turned bright red as they saw his naked body, they hurriedly turned around, “Y-Y-You could have said so before.”
Shen Yuan shook his head before glancing at the spear, ‘Now where should I put it?’
But before he could place it in his storage ring or system space, the spear transformed into a blinding light and stuck to his shoulder.
“Oh? Not bad at all.” Shen Yuan said, looking at the tattoo of Tyrant’s Wrath pasted on his shoulder.
“So that’s where it will stay from now on. Looks like Weapon Spirits are unique in this.” He nodded his head before washing his body with a water technique and ripping away the rest of his clothes.
The girls flinched as they heard the clothes-ripping sound, “Don’t turn around, I’m still naked.” Shen Yuan’s playful voice echoed from behind the group.
“Ugh, just hurry up.” Both of them seemed to be praying the same thing, yet wanting to turn around at that second.
Shen Yuan felt he had had enough of teasing them and put on his clothes. He wore the same old white robe of his.
“Okay, you guys can turn around now.” He softly said before walking in another direction.
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Han Qingyu and Wan Ling seemed to heave a sigh of relief, yet their eyes betrayed a hint of disappointment at such a golden opportunity.
“Huh? Where are you going, Senior Brother??” Wan Ling asked before walking behind him.
“We already got the treasure here. Now this place won’t be a safe place for long, we need to head out now.” He slowly explained.
Han Qingyu nodded her head in realization before shaking her head with pity, “Too bad that the rest of the cultivators won’t be able to make use of such a wonderful place to rest.”
Shen Yuan smiled lightly, hearing her words, “There is no need to pity them, most cultivators have blood on their hands, so no one is truly innocent.”
Han Qingyu and Wan Ling looked at him for a second before nodding in agreement.
They all left towards the other part of the forest. “Let’s continue on our way since resting is out of the question for now.”
Han Qingyu and Wan Ling nodded their heads and followed after him.
The three of them moved cautiously through the forest, the mist had started to travel into the clearing as well due to the absence of Tyrant’s Wrath.
But it was not something for Shen Yuan and the rest to be concerned about as they continued towards the exit.
…
Shen Yuan moved at the front, with Tyrant’s Wrath now lazily resting on his shoulder, faint crackles could be seen surrounding the spear as it kept the mist away from the group.
Han Qingyu and Wan Ling followed closely behind him, their weapons ready as they observed the surroundings with caution.
“It feels like the Mist Shades are gathering in large numbers now,” Wan Ling muttered, her grip tightening on her sword. She glanced at the back of Shen Yuan, “Is it due to that spear?”
Han Qingyu nodded, her spear faintly glowing with azure. “It might be acting as a beacon since it has suppressed those monsters for so long.”
Shen Yuan glanced over his shoulder with a faint smile. “Don’t worry. Me and my buddy here will take care of them. You two just focus on covering the sides.”
As if waiting for him to speak, distorted wails filled the air, and ghostly figures emerged from the mist, their translucent bodies flickering ominously. Hundreds of Mist Shades appeared from all directions, their bodies slowly floating towards the group.
Han Qingyu raised her spear in defense, her aura condensing around her body, “They’re coming.”
Wan Ling channeled her Radiant Qi into her blade, her eyes nervously looking at the absurd number of monsters, “There are so many of them…”
Shen Yuan stepped forward, the hum of Tyrant’s Wrath increasing as arcs of lightning cracked along its shaft. He pulled it forward from his shoulder, pointing it straight at the Mist Shades, “Let’s see how they will handle this.”
With a smooth motion, he spun the spear in a wide arc, releasing a wave of Thunder Qi that surged through the mist like a raging storm. The Mist Shades screamed as the lightning tore through their forms, obliterating several of them in a single strike.
The remaining Shades’ ghostly eyes flickered with hesitation, their movements faltering as if sensing the danger ahead. But the vibrant Qi being released by the trio’s bodies was too much for them to ignore, so they surged forward once more.
“Stand back,” Shen Yuan calmly said, his voice filled with confidence despite the chaotic situation ahead. He gripped Tyrant’s Wrath tightly and dashed forward, his movements swift and precise.
The spear crackled with energy as he thrust it into the heart of a Mist Shade, the impact releasing a burst of thunder that ripped through the surrounding monsters.
Each strike of Tyrant’s Wrath was devastating, but due to Shen Yuan’s low cultivation base, the spear’s own grade was reduced to match Shen Yuan’s level. Yet it alone overwhelmed the ghostly creatures.
Bolts of lightning shot out with every swing, turning the Mist Shades into wisps of mist.
Han Qingyu and Wan Ling stood back as he asked them to do so, their faces filled with awe as they saw the display of domination.
“He is just as dominating as he was in the Mystique Realm…” Wan Ling softly said, looking at Shen Yuan’s current display of power.
Han Qingyu curiously turned her face to look at Wan Ling, but didn’t comment on her as she looked back at Shen Yuan and said, “His mastery of the spear seemed to be growing in real-time. Has he already learned the Spear Intent?”
Shen Yuan didn’t mind the incoming flood of Mist Shades as he made short work of most of them without even using a single Thunder Technique; his spear art alone was sufficient with the inherent thunder nature of his spear to take care of them.
After several intense minutes, the last of the Mist Shades dissipated, leaving the forest eerily silent once more.
Shen Yuan lowered his spear, the arcs of lightning subsiding as he turned back to Han Qingyu and Wan Ling.
“That should take care of them for now,” he said with a calm smile, as if the recent battle was nothing but a warm-up for him.
Wan Ling stepped forward, her expression a mix of awe and relief, “Senior Brother, you’re amazing. The way you wield that spear… it’s like it was made for you.”
Shen Yuan chuckled softly, resting Tyrant’s Wrath on his shoulder. “It’s a good weapon indeed.”
Wan Ling tilted her head as she continued questioning him, “But weren’t you a sword cultivator? I remember you used a sword during our time in the Mystique Realm.”