Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Well, as the power of the Treasure Basin continues to be repaired, even I, the spirit of the artifact, have benefited quite a bit, which is why I was able to awaken ahead of schedule. In a way, I owe it all to you, kid..."

"However, my soul power has not fully recovered, so I can't be of much help to you in the short term..."

Inside the treasure basin, Gu Canyang's voice slowly drifted back, his tone slightly weak, clearly indicating that what he said was not false.

About half a year ago, in order to help Lu Feng kill Jin Tianbi, the leader of the Blood Wolf Gang, he almost exhausted all his soul power.

Gu Canyang, having exhausted his soul power, fell into a deep sleep. If Lu Feng hadn't gotten a large piece of Immortal-Nourishing Stone from Li Wenyan, the young master of Yinyuan Pavilion, and restored the power of the Treasure Basin, he would have been asleep for at least three to five years before waking up!

"Old man, please rest assured. We shouldn't need you to personally intervene anytime soon..."

Faced with Gu Canyang's reminder, Lu Feng grinned and didn't take it seriously.

After all, with his current cultivation level, he could easily contend with even a master at the first level of the Spirit Soul Realm!

Looking across the border counties of the entire Western Qin Kingdom, martial artists at the Opening Meridian Realm are few and far between, and you can hardly find any of them. As for experts at the Spirit Soul Realm, they are even rarer, and it is almost impossible for them to appear in a small place like Shanggu Town.

Therefore, Lu Feng knew that Ye Menqing'er was unlikely to encounter any top-tier experts above the Spirit Soul Realm, unless these people were inherently foolish and liked to stay in poor and dilapidated mountain gullies.

"Little, little brother...!"

At that moment, Li Yu's tense voice suddenly came from the side.

The next moment, Li Yu led a large group of elderly, weak, sick and disabled people from Lychee Village to slowly approach and then surrounded Lu Feng in the center.

The crowd was visibly moved, with tears in their eyes, clearly grateful for Lu Feng's rescue. Li Yu, who was leading the group, had red eyes and hesitated to speak, unable to utter a word for a moment.

"This time, Lychee Village suffered an undeserved disaster. If it weren't for your help, young brother, I'm afraid Lychee Village would have already...!"

"Young brother, please accept this old man's bow!"

Before he finished speaking, Li Yu knelt down on the spot and kowtowed heavily to Lu Feng in front of him. His old face was full of gratitude and piety.

"Young hero, please accept our bow!"

The moment Li Yu knelt down and kowtowed, the surviving villagers of Lychee Village followed suit, bowing three times and nine times to Lu Feng in front of them, all speaking in unison, their faces full of gratitude and piety.

As for Li Wen and the others who had previously collected Zhang Huchen's body, they were no exception, kowtowing repeatedly to Lu Feng as if to express their heartfelt gratitude.

After all, the other party not only helped them resolve the massacre of the Wusheng sect members in Lizhi Village, but also generously gave them a thousand taels of gold, seeking other ways to make a living for these poor villagers. They were truly a great philanthropist who was rarely seen in a century!

hum!hum!hum!

Just as everyone knelt down to express their gratitude, wisps of invisible power, imperceptible to the naked eye, slowly gathered above the heads of the lychee villagers, then emanated a mysterious aura, seemingly formed naturally, which was quite strange.

"Hmm? Could this wisp of energy be the power of faith...?"

At this moment, a soft sound came from inside the treasure basin. The next moment, Gu Canyang's remnant soul emerged from it and grabbed Lu Feng's body, as if he had discovered some rare treasure.

"Old Gu, what are you doing?!"

Finding his body suddenly out of control, Lu Feng was also somewhat bewildered and subconsciously tried to regain control of his body.

"Young Master Lu, don't move!"

Gu Canyang's voice drifted into my ears again, carrying a faint hint of majesty.

Upon seeing this, Lu Feng also froze on the spot, ceasing his struggle.

"I knew it! It really is the power of faith...!"

Gu Canyang's voice still lingered in Lu Feng's ears, murmuring, "Tsk tsk, a group of ordinary mortals with no cultivation can actually generate such pure faith power, it's truly rare..."

"Young Master Lu, it seems that your intervention to save these mortals' lives has not been without reward."

"Old man, what are you saying? I don't understand a word you're saying..."

Faced with Gu Canyang's mutterings, Lu Feng was completely bewildered and immediately asked, "And also, could you please give me back control of my body?"

"Silly boy, of course you wouldn't understand. Open your eyes and watch carefully...!"

Gu Canyang grinned again, and the next moment he controlled Lu Feng's body to suddenly extend his right hand and grab at the group of villagers in front of him. At the same time, an invisible soul force suddenly swept outwards!

hum!

The moment Gu Canyang released his soul power, the power of faith that had been hovering above the heads of the villagers of Lychee Village began to converge wildly, like a flock of sheep being driven by sheepdogs, and in the next moment they all rushed into Lu Feng's body.

"Ugh! My head...!"

As a large amount of faith power poured in, Lu Feng's expression changed slightly. The next moment, he couldn't help but cover his head with both hands. A strong pain swept over him, as if it would tear his entire head apart and shatter it!

"My head...it hurts so much!"

"Old Age, what on earth is going on...?!"

Suppressing the waves of pain surging from the depths of his mind, Lu Feng couldn't help but question them telepathically.

"Hehe, only those with an absolutely pure heart can generate such pure power of faith. Although this wisp of faith is formless and intangible, it can be absorbed by the power of the soul, thereby greatly enhancing the martial artist's soul power realm!"

Gu Canyang's voice came slowly again, his tone meaningful, "It's quite a coincidence. Perhaps it's because you just saved these mortals that they felt an incomparably pure sense of gratitude, which is why this wisp of faith power arose."

"Although this wisp of faith power is not much, it is enough to support you in breaking through the third level of soul power. You should be secretly happy."

"What the heck?!"

Upon hearing Gu Canyang's explanation, Lu Feng remained pale, clutching his head in his hands, clearly still somewhat bewildered.

Click!

At that moment, a clear sound, like an eggshell cracking, suddenly echoed deep within Lu Feng's mind.

"Soul Power, Triple Level!"

The next moment, Lu Feng felt a sudden clarity in the depths of his mind. Not only did the intense pain he had felt earlier completely disappear, but his soul power also surged, allowing him to break through to the third level of soul power, making him comparable to a true third-grade alchemist!

"Young man!"

"Young hero, are you alright?!"

Seeing Lu Feng suddenly clutch his head in pain, the Li family father and son, who were kneeling and kowtowing, and a group of villagers from Lychee Village were startled and immediately stood up, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at the man.