Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Fellow Daoists, it seems you're handling some important business here. Would you mind allowing me to enter the village and take a look?"

Lu Feng glanced at the two Wusheng cult members not far away, still smiling, his tone playful.

"Boy, who are you? How dare you interfere with the Holy Church's affairs!"

One of the tall cult members brandished a large knife, its sharp edge pointed directly at Lu Feng, his words full of threat.

"Old Huang, stop wasting time talking to this kid, let's take him down together!"

Beside him, the tall cult member's companion also gave Lu Feng a quick look, then his eyes flashed with a fierce light, revealing his murderous intent, clearly not taking the latter seriously.

After all, Lu Feng's Yuan Qi aura was very weak, at most only at the eighth level of Body Refinement Realm, not even as powerful as Li Yu, the village chief of Lychee Village. On the other hand, the two of them were both at the first level of Yuan Condensation Realm, so dealing with the former would be easy for them!

"Well, it seems this battle is unavoidable after all..."

Seeing the two members of the Wusheng Cult closing in from the left and right, Lu Feng sighed as if he were in trouble. The next moment, the Yuan Power in his Dantian quietly circulated and then gathered in his palms, like a dragon lying in wait, about to emerge from the abyss.

After all, with his current cultivation level, hiding his strength would be a piece of cake, and these two members of the Wusheng Cult were just minor martial artists at the first level of the Condensation Realm, so how could they see through Lu Feng's true strength?

Swish!

Just as Lu Feng was about to make a move, a pitch-black hand suddenly shot out from under his feet and grabbed his ankle.

"Um?"

The sudden change startled Lu Feng, who saw the "corpse" beside him slowly rise up, revealing a young face covered in blood and filth, clearly indicating that it had been feigning death.

"Don't speak, I have a way to save you...!"

The young man slowly approached Lu Feng, his voice low and barely audible, as if he didn't want to see the latter die in vain.

Was this person just faking death?

"Such a flawless breath-holding technique almost fooled me. Interesting..."

Seeing the young man's actions, Lu Feng narrowed his eyes slightly. The next moment, he slowly dispersed the Yuan energy in his palms, seemingly intending to continue observing the situation without rushing to make a move.

"Gentlemen of the Wusheng Sect, I am Li Wen, a villager from Lychee Village. As for the village chief, Li Yu, he is my father. If you have any problems, please come at me. There's no need to make things difficult for this young man..."

Li Wen glanced at the two Wusheng Sect members opposite him, his face turning slightly pale, but he remained neither humble nor arrogant.

"The Animism Sect?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng, who was standing to the side, raised his eyebrows slightly, feeling that the name sounded somewhat familiar.

Because, when he was searching for treasure at the site of the Loyal King's tomb, he had also heard a rumor about the Wusheng Sect.

However, Lu Feng was not familiar with the origins of the Wusheng Sect.

All he knew was that the righteous forces in the Eastern Xuan Region held the Wusheng Sect in a position of deep hatred and irreconcilable hostility, regarding it as a demonic sect that wreaked havoc on the world and wishing to eliminate it as soon as possible.

"Li Wen? So you're that old bastard Li Yu's brat!"

Upon hearing this, the tall cult member was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized, "Hmph! I thought you had already secretly run away, but I didn't expect you to be so bold as to show yourself now!"

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a quick death!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tall cult member flicked his knife again, intending to kill Li Wen on the spot.

"Old Huang, wait a minute!"

Just as the tall cultist was about to make a move, his companion's expression changed slightly, and he quickly stepped forward to stop him. "Captain Zhang instructed us beforehand that as long as these villagers are willing to join the Holy Church, their lives will be spared."

"If we recklessly start a massacre, and Captain Zhang holds us accountable later, I'm afraid neither of us will be able to bear the consequences..."

Another member of the Wusheng Cult had a solemn expression, seemingly quite wary of the person he was referring to.

"What this gentleman says is correct. The young man beside me and I have come to a decision. We both intend to join the Wusheng Sect and are willing to dedicate everything, even our lives, to the growth of the Holy Sect..."

Seeing this, Li Wen also seized the opportunity to push the ironwork, as if he had already planned to do so.

"Wait a minute, when will I figure it out...?"

Lu Feng was a little confused, but before he could finish speaking, Li Wen quickly pulled him back.

Li Wen frantically winked at Lu Feng while tightly gripping his arm, seemingly signaling him to listen to his words and not to act rashly.

"Hmph! You two are smart enough to know what's good for you!"

Seeing Li Wen bow his head and admit defeat, and even drag Lu Feng into submitting to the Wusheng Sect, the tall sect member was somewhat displeased, but he did not continue to attack and slowly sheathed his broadsword.

Because these Wusheng cult members came to Lizhi Village not simply to kill, but to recruit followers and expand the reputation and influence of the Wusheng cult.

In addition, they were under the command of a squad leader named Zhang Huchen, who had given orders before the village was besieged: if the villagers of Lizhi Village chose to submit to the Wusheng Sect, they were not to kill anyone; otherwise, they would be dealt with according to the sect's doctrines and precepts, with the lightest punishment being the loss of their cultivation and the heaviest being the execution on the spot!

This is why the taller members of the cult dared not take action.

"Old Huang, there shouldn't be any other survivors here. We can go back and report to Captain Zhang."

After observing the situation around the village entrance again, another member of the Wusheng Cult spoke up.

The tall cult member nodded in agreement, then gestured for Li Wen and Lu Feng behind him to follow, his tone still cold, "You two, if you don't want to die, hurry up and catch up!"

"Otherwise, if you're late and anger Captain Zhang, I won't be able to save you!"

...

Before long, Li Wen and Lu Feng were also taken to the village chief's residence deep in Lychee Village.

As for this place, it was already a sea of ​​fire, and the place was in ruins. Apart from the village chief Li Yu, who was lying on the ground and weak, and the group of murderous Wusheng cult members around him, there were almost no other survivors.

"father!"

"Wen'er?!"

Upon returning to the village chief's residence, Li Wen couldn't help but exclaim in shock when he saw his father lying on the ground covered in blood. Li Yu's face also changed slightly, turning extremely ugly in an instant.

"You, why are you back again?!"

"I told you to take your people and leave the village, and run as far away as possible...!"

Li Yu's face was ashen, and he was coughing up blood as he loudly questioned Li Wen, seemingly unable to understand why the other party would return to the tiger's den and seek his own death.

"Reporting, Captain!"

"These two are willing to submit to the Holy Church. One of them is Li Wen, the son of the village chief of Lychee Village, so I brought people here specifically for this purpose."

The tall cult member also stepped forward, then bowed respectfully to Zhang Huchen opposite him.

"Sixth level of the Qi Condensation Realm?"

"It seems this guy is the leader of this group of 'Lifeless Cult' members..."

His gaze also fell on Zhang Huchen beside him. He noticed that the Yuan energy aura on the other party was very weak, only about the sixth level of the Condensation Yuan Realm. Lu Feng couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of disdain.

"The show's over, it's time for the curtain to fall...!"

A cold glint flashed in Lu Feng's eyes, and his inner energy quietly gathered in his dantian, as if he was about to make a sudden move!