In room three zero four of the Mountain Wild Flower House, Wen Wen, clad in his ‘Extraordinary Swim Trunks’, lay relaxed in the hot spring.
Tao Qingqing knelt behind him, massaging his shoulders, while the four little ones dived underwater to knead and rub his legs and feet.
As for the third little one… the third little one was drinking Wen Wen’s bathwater.
In reality, the standard massage service provided by the Mountain Wild Flower House was much more comfortable than what Tao Qingqing and the others offered. However, spider-girls were best admired from a distance; Wen Wen felt uneasy getting too close.
Once the ritual was complete, Hu Youling could also be brought out to serve as a maid, which would add much more prestige for Wen Wen.
The Black Blood Princess and Nie Ying also seemed to have good qualities, and would not be embarrassing to have as maids.
When he managed to gather four of them, he’d have them carry his sedan chair, with Little Red Riding Hood and Bai Xiaomi scattering flowers to his left and right…
Just as Wen Wen was lost in his fantasies, his wrist suddenly vibrated. The runes he had carved had reacted. The anomalous energy readings from the scripture reciters were increasing, having surpassed a certain threshold.
“Hmph… after waiting for so long, they can’t hold back any longer. Let me see what’s really pulling the strings behind this.”
Lao Shi Ren violently shoved the door open, his massive body squeezing through, shattering the doorframe.
His body had expanded several times over, distended by countless glowing tumors. His limbs were highly mutated, to the point where his human form was no longer recognizable. A tail grew from his back, its end being his head.
His head bore a look of piety, and he mumbled, “Recite scripture, I must recite scripture… Praise the Holy Son.”
Lao Shi Ren showed no inclination to attack. Instead, he walked obediently towards the room where they had previously participated in scripture recitation.
He had actually been influenced by a certain power long ago. While he could maintain his sanity at other times, participating in collective scripture recitation every evening allowed him to prevent Wen Wen and the others from sensing any abnormality.
Once the scripture recitation stopped, the anomalous power within him entered a berserk mode, transforming him into this hideous monster.
A total of six people had undergone this transformation. They were men and women, but their original appearances were now completely obscured, all having become disgusting monsters.
The corridors of the Mountain Wild Flower House were deserted. Not a single spider-girl, who should have been guarding the entrance, was visible. The other demon hunters also seemed to have noticed nothing unusual.
As the six monsters converged, their six heads all revealed expressions of satisfaction. They gathered in a circle and began to loudly chant the scriptures of the Creation Church, no longer making any attempt at concealment.
Wen Wen had been eavesdropping for the past few days, so he knew they had been reciting the part concerning the Holy Son’s arrival. Thus, he suspected that this matter was related to the Holy Son of the Creation Church.
Wen Wen stood at the doorway, his eyes narrowing as he observed the situation within.
The strength of these six monsters had improved so drastically compared to when they were demon hunters.
Originally, they were less than the assimilation realm. Now, two of them possessed strength at the upper sequence level, while the other four were at the middle sequence level.
“They say going dark amplifies power threefold… this is more than thirtyfold.”
Sifolmo quietly appeared behind Wen Wen, along with Li Natuo and a few other assimilation realm demon hunters, who emerged from different directions.
Once Sifolmo determined that these individuals were on the verge of mutation, he had quietly sent out notifications, instructing those within the Mountain Wild Flower House with insufficient strength to evacuate and seek refuge.
The proprietress leaned against a screen, her fan obscuring half her face. “I don’t mind you fighting here, but try not to cause too much destruction. Otherwise, you’ll have to compensate me.”
“Don’t worry, even if we completely destroy this place, someone will come to compensate you,” Wen Wen replied casually, as he wouldn’t be the one footing the bill.
Sifolmo took out his Blood Thirster Flying Head. The ferocious head looked at the room with an expression of fear, yet an uncontainable craving gleamed in its eyes.
“That’s right, what I’m looking for is right here!”
Wen Wen produced the Prism Pipe, placed it in his mouth, and took a puff, exhaling smoke that formed a glowing humanoid figure.
After acquiring the Ghost’s abilities, Wen Wen could transform the colored smoke spewed by the Prism Pipe into a mobile ‘smoke phantom’ for a short duration.
“What is this…” Liu Lang Xia’s eyes widened; he was somewhat astonished by Wen Wen’s maneuver.
Wen Wen chuckled, “This is an image of the Holy Son I pieced together from some资料 about him. If these fellows haven’t seen the Holy Son’s true form, they might be fooled. I’m very curious to see their expressions when they see this guy.”
The smoke phantom Holy Son, under Wen Wen’s control, walked to the door and gently knocked.
The six monsters, their scripture recitation interrupted, all revealed ferocious expressions and looked towards the door. The one with its back to the door even twisted its own neck around.
However, upon seeing the smoke phantom Holy Son, their anger instantly vanished. Their bodies trembled slightly, and they knelt and prostrated themselves before the smoke phantom Holy Son.
“Are these guys mentally challenged? It’s obvious this thing is made of smoke,” Ye Wen muttered softly. The image created by the Prism Pipe was not entirely realistic. Anyone with eyes could see that it was a fake person formed from smoke.
“Those who have been twisted into monsters usually have difficulty maintaining their sanity, so it’s quite normal for them to believe this illusionary figure before them,” Lin Zhe Yuan explained in a calm tone, though a hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes. If not for Wen Wen a couple of days ago, his wife Miao Xinyi might have also become one of these monsters.
While controlling the smoke phantom Holy Son to deceive those mentally challenged monsters, Wen Wen leaned closer to Lin Zhe Yuan. “You have a good relationship with these spider-girls, and you spent a long time fiddling with them on the other side of the lake. That should be where you’ve set up your battlefield, right?”
Sifolmo replied, “The Mountain Wild Flower House and the hot spring lake area are precious properties to the Hunter Association. If high-intensity combat were to occur here, it might render the hot spring lake ineffective.”
“Therefore, I have chosen the battlefield on a flat area on the other side of the lake. As long as we lure them there, they absolutely won’t be able to escape.”
Wen Wen rubbed his nose. “Luring them over there, huh? That should be quite easy.”
“What are you planning to do?” Sifolmo asked curiously.
Wen Wen grinned mischievously. “Heh heh, just watch.”
There, the Holy Son suddenly picked his nose. The monsters paused for a moment but paid it little mind.
However, the smoke phantom Holy Son then started dancing, and as it danced, it began to undress, leaving the monsters dumbfounded.
Afterward, the smoke phantom Holy Son loudly declared to the six monsters, “You’re all looking at me now, aren’t you? I’ll tell you a secret, I’m Big Spender!”