Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"I'm fine!"

Lu Feng struggled to his feet, and the next moment he raised his hand to signal everyone to stop, while his expression gradually softened.

Although he was still somewhat dazed, he had regained control of his body, and his soul power had also increased significantly, allowing him to enter the third level of soul power.

Clearly, all of this was the work of Gu Canyang.

If the other party hadn't manipulated Lu Feng's body and forcibly absorbed the faith power above the heads of these Lychee Village villagers through some means, the latter's soul power wouldn't have broken through again!

"So this is the power of faith...!"

"Using the piety of all beings to generate the power of faith, and then using this to feed back at oneself, thereby enhancing one's soul power realm—could it be that the Wusheng Sect's extensive recruitment of landless refugees and impoverished people was also for this purpose?"

Feeling the soul power deep within his mind growing stronger again, Lu Feng pondered inwardly.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel a little curious about the resurgence and ambitious goals of the Wusheng Sect.

"Young man, aren't you coming with us?"

Before leaving, seeing Lu Feng still standing there, Li Yu, who was leading the group, couldn't help but ask.

After all, Lychee Village has now been reduced to ashes, and the other party has killed so many members of the Wusheng Cult, thus forging a blood feud with the Wusheng Cult. If they stay here, they will most likely face a nine-out-of-ten chance of death and will not be able to escape the Wusheng Cult's revenge!

"Old man, you take these villagers and leave. Don't worry about me."

When Li Yu asked him a question, Lu Feng shook his head, his face remaining calm. "The shackles of hatred need to be broken by someone."

"Today you kill him, tomorrow he kills you; it goes on and on, there will never be peace."

Lu Feng stood with his hands behind his back, his tone resolute, "If we don't completely wipe out the Wusheng Sect warriors at this branch, even if you move to the ends of the earth, I'm afraid you won't have peace. It just so happens that I also want to meet these Wusheng Demonic Sect people..."

"Take care, young man!"

Seeing that Lu Feng had made up his mind, Li Yu didn't ask any more questions. He immediately took his son Li Wen and a group of surviving villagers from Lychee Village and left, obviously to save their own lives.

"The Animism Sect?"

After Li Yu and his son, along with the villagers of Lychee Village, had left, Gu Canyang's remnant soul slowly floated out of the treasure basin. He looked at Lu Feng with surprise, "Lu family brat, what formidable enemy have you provoked this time?"

"Ancient? Surely you haven't heard of the rumors about the Wusheng Sect either?"

Faced with Gu Canyang's question, Lu Feng was also somewhat surprised, and immediately replied, "It is rumored that the Wusheng Demonic Sect is a newly emerging force that rose to prominence fifty years ago. Not only does it have tens of millions of followers, but at its peak, its influence covered most of the Eastern Xuan Region. Not to mention the four kingdoms of Lingnan, even the righteous forces of the Eastern Xuan Region were quite wary of it..."

"Hmm, so it's a newly emerging force that has only appeared in recent years..."

Gu Canyang frowned slightly, then stroked his long beard again. "No wonder I've never heard of this before. Perhaps I've been sleeping in the treasure basin for too long..."

"Ancient, with your tens of thousands of years of experience and profound vision, the mere Wusheng Sect is naturally nothing."

Lu Feng grinned again, and the next moment he raised his hand and circulated his Yuan Power, sucking all the corpses of the Wusheng Sect warriors scattered all around him to his side. Then he used the Corpse-Drawing Yuan Power Technique to devour the remaining essence among them.

Although the cultivation levels of these Wusheng Cult members were low, with most being Qi Condensation Realm warriors and the strongest among them, Zhang Huchen, being only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation Realm, every little bit counts, so Lu Feng didn't want to waste it.

As for the remaining belongings of these Wusheng Sect martial artists, Lu Feng did not let them go either, and immediately pocketed them all.

However, most of these Wusheng Sect martial artists came from poor backgrounds. Even if all of them were together, they could only scrape together 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, which was not even enough to fill Lu Feng's teeth!

"Even if you throw 10,000 low-grade spirit stones into the treasure basin and their value increases sixfold, you can only get a little over 60,000 low-grade spirit stones at most. These Wusheng Sect martial artists are even poorer than my second great-uncle..."

Lu Feng tossed all the spirit stones he had collected into the treasure basin. The next moment, he shook his head and sighed. Then he sat cross-legged on the spot and began to cultivate the Panlong Breathing Technique.

...

Before we knew it, another three days had passed.

Outside a dilapidated thatched house in Lizhi Village

"Hmm, another half an hour of simmering, and this cauldron of demon blood medicinal wine should be ready...!"

Lu Feng's hands were busy, and in front of him stood a golden dragon-patterned cloud-swallowing cauldron. He would occasionally throw some medicinal herbs into it, seemingly brewing demon blood wine. His expression was extremely focused.

During his stay in Lychee Village these past few days, Lu Feng did not slack off except for his daily cultivation. Instead, he used the few remaining medicinal herbs and demon cores to refine demon blood wine.

After all, the Demon Blood Wine was the perfect substitute for him to unleash "Dragon's Fury". If he drank all the Demon Blood Wine, Lu Feng would have to burn his life essence and lifespan to enter the "Dragon's Fury" state, which was really not worth it!

"Um?"

Suddenly looking up towards the northwest direction of the village entrance, Lu Feng's eyes narrowed slightly. "They've finally arrived..."

With his current Yuan Power cultivation, martial artists below the Spirit Soul Realm can hardly escape his perception if they get within a hundred meters!

"One, two, three... There are eleven people in total, most of them below the sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm, but one of them has an incredibly strong and domineering Yuan Power aura, second only to a first-level Spirit Soul Realm expert!"

"Heh, this bunch of guys have come out in full force. They've really kept me waiting...!"

Thinking of this, Lu Feng also composed himself, then raised his hand and waved it, immediately putting the Dragon Pattern Cloud-Swallowing Cauldron in front of him into his storage ring.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The moment Lu Feng retrieved the Dragon Pattern Cloud-Swallowing Cauldron, dozens of black figures suddenly attacked and surrounded him, creating a tense and chilling atmosphere.

The newcomers all wore red headscarves and wooden plaques at their waists, and carried a variety of weapons. They were clearly from the same organization, the "Wusheng Sect"!

In addition, the way everyone looked at Lu Feng across from them was filled with undisguised killing intent, clearly indicating that they had been eyeing him for a long time.

"Chief Sun, apart from this kid, there's no sign of life left in this village. As for Captain Zhang and the rest of the brothers, their whereabouts are still unknown..."

A member of the Wusheng cult stepped forward and bowed to a short, stout, shirtless, bald man in front of the crowd. His tone was full of respect, clearly indicating that he followed the man's lead.

As for the shirtless bald man's clothing, it was slightly different from the surrounding Wusheng Sect martial artists. He did not wear a red scarf on his forehead, but only had a red fire lotus tattooed on his right chest. At the same time, the token at his waist was made of pure silver. He was none other than Sun Chuanxiong, the branch leader of the "Chen" branch of the Western Qin Kingdom!

"Hmph! So much time has passed and there's still no trace of them, and the task of recruiting new blood into the sect hasn't been completed either. It's obvious that Zhang Huchen and the others have already met with misfortune, and by now the grass on their graves is probably two meters high..."

With another cold snort, Sun Chuanxiong's gaze swept across Lu Feng, who was surrounded on the other side. Then, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and a strong killing intent flashed in his eyes. "You little brat over there, do you agree with what I said...?"