Primordial Harem System

After they finished eating, the waiter came with the bill. Shen Yuan directly asked, "How much?"

The waiter smiled fawningly. "It's nothing for you, Young Master. Five Platinum coins is the total bill."

Shen Yuan searched his storage ring and system space but couldn't find any Platinum coins. So, he took out a Spirit Stone and tossed it to the waiter.

"I don't have any coins on me. Cover the bill with this and keep the rest for yourself."

The waiter hurriedly caught it and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, Young Master. You don't have to bother with this small stuff."

Shen Yuan nodded as they all stood up and headed toward the exit. Shen Yuan looked up curiously. Seeing him like this, Shen Yuxin asked, "What are you wondering about, Yuan'er?"

Shen Yuan smiled slightly in amusement as he replied, "I was expecting that Young Master to come and ruin our lunchtime. But it looks like I was worrying over nothing."

Bing Rong curiously asked, "Why do you think so, Yuan'er?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing, just a hunch of mine. Don't mind me. Let's go for a walk." Shen Yuan shrugged as he began walking.

They browsed various shops, entering and exiting many establishments in search of interesting trinkets.

Alas, even though they bought a lot of stuff, Shen Yuan couldn't find anything that could help him. But at least he was enjoying his time together with his family so he wasn't complaining one bit.

After strolling for some time, Shen Yuan noticed something and purposely turned toward an alleyway. Shen Yuxin, Huo Rong, and Bing Rong also smiled slightly as they followed him into the alleyway.

After walking towards a desolate part, Shen Yuan's voice boomed inside the alleyway, "You have been hiding for long enough. Come out NOW."

Shen Yuan looked toward the various exits of the alleyways, while Shen Yuxin, Huo Rong, and Bing Rong watched him, curious about how he would handle the situation.

Some black-clothed people started emerging from the shadows, their cultivation levels ranging from the 6th-level Qi Refinement to the 3rd-level Foundation Establishment Realm.

The Young Master from earlier also appeared with them, smiling evilly as he spoke from afar, "Hahaha, who will save you this time, brat? There is no pavilion guardian here to save you. You dare to come to my city and disrespect me? Courting Death!"

The black-clad figures circled around Shen Yuan and the others, closing off any possible escape routes.

Shen Yuan, however, remained calm in the face of the Young Master's taunts. He scanned the group, noticing that the highest-ranking cultivator among them was an 8th-level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator—an old man with a sword strapped to his back.

'Hmm, looks like he is the guardian of that retard,' Shen Yuan thought, eyeing the old man and debating whether to finish them all off at once.

"You really won't know the meaning of death until you see it, huh?" Shen Yuan spoke loudly, his voice echoing through the silent streets. "Do you really want to cross paths with me that much?"

The Young Master burst out laughing, as did the men who had accompanied him earlier, as if they had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Bahahaha, do you even know who I am, brat? I am the Young Master of the Hei Clan. We are the hegemon of Shadowveil City. Not even an ant can pass through here without our permission. And you dare to confront me?"

"Blah blah blah, I don't care if you are the Young Master of the Hei, Yin, or An clans. Since you dare to force my hand, you will be killed."

As Shen Yuan stepped forward slowly, the Young Master felt a change in the atmosphere. A subtle yet terrifying killing intent was brewing in the surroundings.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, "What are you morons waiting for? Go and attack him!"

The black-clothed people could feel the change in the air, but they had no choice but to bite the bullet and leap toward Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan calmly watched as the black-clothed cultivators charged at him. His eyes narrowed slightly as he took out a scythe from his storage ring. The weapon gleamed ominously, as if heralding death.

With a swift and fluid motion, he spun the scythe in his hands, cleaving through the air with a menacing whistle.

The first attacker reached him with a sword raised above his head, ready to strike. But before the sword could even descend, Shen Yuan's hands moved.

In an instant, the cultivator's weapon was shattered, and his body was split in two, blood spraying all over the ground.

The other cultivators halted in their tracks, their breathing hitched as they didn't dare to breathe too loudly in Shen Yuan's presence.

But they had little choice, so they gritted their teeth and ran toward Shen Yuan, hoping to exhaust him.

Shen Yuan looked at the horde of cultivators approaching him and calmly gathered qi on his scythe, charging it for a bit before unleashing a qi blade.

"Reaper Cleave," he murmured under his breath as he released the technique.

It sliced through the horde of cultivators, who couldn't withstand even a single technique from him. While the majority moved away from the attack, a good portion of them was still killed.

Shen Yuan ignored the survivors as he moved toward the Young Master Hei, who was frozen in place, his remaining lackeys trembling behind him.

Even the guardian wore a somber expression as he had already unsheathed his sword and was gripping it tightly.

As Shen Yuan nearly reached Young Master Hei, the latter snapped out of his daze and screamed, "Stay away from me, you monster!"

He hurriedly hid behind his guardian. "Kill him, Uncle! He killed so many of our clansmen."

Uncle Xie nearly cursed at his nephew's words, but he decided to ignore him for now as he spoke to Shen Yuan, "Young man, how about we stop this before anyone is seriously injured?"

He tried to mediate the situation, not wanting to fight with this monster, who was already so strong despite being so young. He was also wary of the forces backing Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan raised an eyebrow as he looked back at the trail of corpses he had left behind.

Uncle Xie hurriedly added as he saw where Shen Yuan was looking, "You don't have to worry about them. They are our family's death guards—they follow our orders without hesitation. Even if we ask them to commit suicide, they will do it without question."

Shen Yuan nodded in understanding and smiled politely. "Ah, so it was a misunderstanding. Hmm, I understand that."

Uncle Xie also smiled slightly, relieved that the situation hadn't escalated further. "Yes, yes, it was all a misunderstanding. How about you come to our clan for a mea—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Shen Yuan interrupted him coldly. "I refuse. You have no other choice but to hand him over."