Shika, who had come out of the effect of desire, explained, “This is the Beast Veil Mask. It’s a special artifact that disguises your true appearance, making you look like a beast. Also, with proper spell, you can transform as a beast for short time. It will help you avoid unwanted attention.”
Kent touched the mask, feeling its texture. “Why did it have to be a Lion?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration.
Shika chuckled softly. “The mask chooses the form based on the wearer’s aura. Apparently, a Lion suits you.”
Tang Zi, who had been listening, nodded in agreement. “It’s better this way, Kent. You need to focus on your cultivation without distractions.”
With the mask in place, Kent felt a bit more at ease. “Alright, I understand, Master.” he said, his voice now a low growl due to the mask.
Tang Zi then handed over a bag filled with storm stones and lightning dao crystals to Kent. “Here are the materials you need for your body cultivation. Practice the Storm Surge technique here,” Tang Zi instructed.
Kent took the bag, feeling the powerful energy emanating from the contents. He nodded, “Thank you, Master. I’ll get started right away.”
Tang Zi watched Kent as he began preparing for his practice. He then turned to Shika, his face serious. “Shika, do you have any idea why the females were so drawn to him?”
Shika sighed, her expression thoughtful. “It’s a complex situation, Tang Zi. Kent has a hidden secret, something that attracts females to him. But for now, focus on helping him grow stronger.”
Tang Zi nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I need to ensure he’s prepared for the war he was born to fight.”
As Kent started cultivating, he arranged the lightning dao crystals and storm stones in a precise yantra formation around him like mentioned in the manual of Storm God Tyrant Physique.
The energy from these powerful items crackled and surged, creating an electric field that pulsated in the air.
Disciples gathered around, curious to see what was happening. But as the hours dragged on, many lost interest and left.
The girls, however, lingered, captivated by Kent’s presence. The sky above began to darken, and ominous clouds gathered, heralding a storm. Lightning flickered within the clouds, and the rumbling of thunder echoed across the training ground.
The intensity of the storm grew, and the strange allure that had kept the girls entranced began to dissipate. One by one, they snapped out of their trance and left in disappointment, their faces flushed with embarrassment.
Only Jean remained, her determination unwavering. She sat there like a stubborn child, her eyes never leaving Kent. As the day drew to a close, Tang Zi and Shika exchanged glances before heading inside the mansion to attend to other matters.
Days passed, each blending into the next. Every day, disciples came to the training ground, hoping to witness something extraordinary, only to leave disappointed after seeing the relentless storm surrounding Kent.
The storm’s ferocity increased with each passing day, making it clear that Kent was in the throes of a significant breakthrough.
Krum, frustrated by Jean’s unwavering attention to Kent, tried everything to distract her. He approached her multiple times, attempting to engage her in conversation and coax her away from the training ground. But Jean sat there resolutely, her gaze fixed on Kent, ignoring Krum’s efforts.
“Jean, this is ridiculous!” Krum exclaimed, his voice tinged with frustration. “Why are you wasting your time on that guy? He’s not worth it.”
Jean didn’t even turn to look at him. “Leave me alone. I want to be here.”
Krum scowled and turned to the other disciples. “Can you believe this? She’s obsessed with him! We need to do something.”
A group of disciples, equally annoyed, nodded in agreement. One of them spoke up, “Yeah, Krum’s right. This guy Kent is nothing special. Let’s get Jean out of here.”
Krum led the group back to Jean. “Jean, listen to us. This guy is a nobody. Come on, let’s get back to training. You’re wasting your potential here.”
Jean’s expression hardened. “I’m staying. If you can’t accept that, then leave me.”
Krum’s frustration boiled over. “You’re making a mistake, Jean! He’s just using you! Look at him, sitting there like he’s some kind of deity. He’s nothing!”
The other disciples began to murmur in agreement, casting angry glares at Kent. “Yeah, he’s just showing off,” one of them muttered. “He’s probably not even that strong.”
“He’s definitely got some trick up his sleeve,” another added. “Let’s show him he can’t just waltz in here and act superior.”
The group started hurling curses and insults at Kent, their voices growing louder and more aggressive.
Jean stood up and angrily cursed everyone to leave. She even threaten everyone with her family name.
Days passed, In a final attempt, Krum informed Jean’s family, hoping they would intervene. Her relatives and siblings tried to persuade her, but Jean’s stubbornness prevailed. She refused to leave, her heart and mind entirely focused on Kent.
On the seventh day, the storm reached its peak. The throne Kent sat upon was struck repeatedly by lightning, and the storm’s intensity grew to a crescendo.
The dark clouds churned violently, and the air was thick with the scent of burnt soil. Bolts of lightning danced across the sky, converging on Kent’s position.
Kent’s body began to glow with a brilliant light, the energy from the storm stones and lightning dao crystals coursing through him. The ground beneath him trembled as he prepared to break through to the third stage of the Storm God Tyrant Physique, Storm Surge.
The disciples watched in awe, their disappointment forgotten in the face of such a spectacular display of power. Jean’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of admiration and concern as she witnessed the culmination of Kent’s efforts.
Suddenly, a massive bolt of lightning struck Kent directly, engulfing him in a blinding flash of light. The onlookers shielded their eyes, the sheer intensity of the light overwhelming.
Jean almost ran forward towards kent as she couldn’t bare to see the sight.
When the light finally faded, Kent was revealed, sitting in lotus position and radiant, his body emanating a powerful aura.
The yantra formation of storm stones and lightning dao crystals had been consumed, their energy fully absorbed by Kent. The storm began to dissipate, the dark clouds slowly clearing to reveal a clear, starry sky.
Kent opened his eyes, a new sense of strength and clarity filling him. He felt the power of the Storm Surge coursing through his veins, a testament to his successful breakthrough.
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