Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Using the teleportation array requires additional contribution points?"

"Damn, this is outrageous!"

Hearing the white-haired old man's explanation, Lu Feng was also somewhat confused.

After all, his contribution points were zero, and he hadn't received his monthly salary, so he couldn't afford to pay this money right now.

In addition, the amount of spirit stones required to activate the teleportation array is not small, and Lu Feng has to pay for all of this out of his own pocket, which makes him feel extremely overwhelmed!

"Young man, you only need to spend 300 contribution points to use the teleportation array, which is roughly equivalent to three months' salary for students in your North Academy. Actually, this price isn't that expensive..."

Seeing the difficulty on Lu Feng's face, the white-haired old man stroked his long beard and said again.

For a freshman like Lu Feng from the North Academy, 300 contribution points is not a small amount, but he can still manage to scrape together the money if he grits his teeth and tries.

As for using the teleportation array in the Spirit Gathering Pavilion for free, one must at least advance to the Southern Academy; otherwise, one must spend contribution points, which has been the rule of Falling Star Academy for many years.

"Hey! Deacon, I've only been admitted to the hospital recently, and I'm currently short of funds. I really can't come up with that many contribution points. I wonder if you could make an exception for me...?"

He sighed again, feigning difficulty, and then reached into his robes, pulling out a painting of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath, about half her body size. Clearly, he had come prepared.

"This, this is...?!"

The white-haired old man was stunned when he saw the painting of a beautiful woman emerging from a bath that Lu Feng handed him. His eyes were wide open, and he stared intently at the woman's full, white breasts, unable to look away.

"I obtained this painting by chance from an underground black market, but I don't recognize the woman in the painting. Could you perhaps enlighten me, Your Excellency..."

Lu Feng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his tone suggestive.

"Young man, this painting of a beauty emerging from a bath in your hands is a rare treasure. Not only is the painting technique exquisite, but the beauty depicted is none other than the legendary Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden. This clearly shows that the artist of this scroll was no ordinary person..."

The white-haired old man stroked the painting of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden emerging from her bath with obvious affection, his eyes burning with excitement as if he had found some incredible treasure.

"I see. As expected of the deacon, your insight is truly remarkable. I admire you!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng's lips curled up slightly, and he immediately began to flatter the old man, clearly having accurately grasped the old man's psychology.

After all, the white-haired old man was a seasoned lecher, and ordinary pills, spiritual treasures, secret manuals and talismans would obviously not be very effective in winning him over. The only way was to bring out the "ancestral lecherous picture" that Lu Feng had treasured for a long time!

"Young man, seeing how sincere you are, I'll make an exception for you this time...!"

"However, young brother, you mustn't spread this around, otherwise, if the elders find out, not only will I be in trouble, but you'll probably be in deep trouble too..."

He once again tucked the painting of the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden emerging from her bath into his robes. The next moment, the white-haired old man coughed a few times, then his face returned to a serious expression as he said, "Young brother, please come with me..."

After saying that, the white-haired old man turned around and walked towards the second floor of the pavilion.

Seeing this, Lu Feng quickly followed behind.

A few minutes later, Lu Feng followed the white-haired old man to a secluded and quiet underground chamber. Looking around, the chamber was completely empty, except for the spiritual patterns engraved under their feet, which seemed to be the core of the teleportation array.

"Young brother, there is an eighth-grade teleportation array set up in the underground of this secret chamber. However, although the contribution points are waived, I cannot help you with the spirit stones required to activate the teleportation array."

Looking back at Lu Feng, the white-haired old man stroked his long beard and said again.

"May I ask, sir, how many more spirit stones are needed to activate the teleportation array?"

"At least 500,000 low-grade spirit stones."

"Five hundred thousand?!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng's lips twitched, and his face turned ugly.

Holy crap, this is way too expensive!

It costs 500,000 low-grade spirit stones to use it once. No wonder the students of Falling Star Academy don't use the teleportation array much. It's simply a money pit!

"Sir, I'd like to give you...!"

Gritting his teeth, Lu Feng reluctantly took out a low-level storage ring from his pocket and handed it to the white-haired old man opposite him.

Since breaking through to the tenth level of the Meridian Opening Realm during his seclusion, Lu Feng had almost exhausted his ten million low-grade spirit stones, leaving him with less than a fraction of them. Now, in order to activate the teleportation array, Lu Feng had poured all his savings into it.

"Young man, when the teleportation array activates in a little while, some spatial turbulence may be created. You must not move around recklessly, otherwise, once you are caught in the spatial turbulence, even a god cannot save you!"

He raised his hand to take the storage ring and found that it contained exactly 500,000 low-grade spirit stones. The white-haired old man nodded slightly and reminded him.

Swish!

Without saying much, the white-haired old man saw a wisp of pure Yuan energy appear in each of his palms. The next moment, he suddenly poured it into the spiritual patterns on the floor of the secret chamber, while simultaneously tossing a large number of Yuan stones from his storage ring into them like scattering beans.

hum!

With the input of a large number of spirit stones and the control of the white-haired old man's spirit power, the spiritual patterns on the ground of the secret chamber suddenly burst out with a strange white light, which then enveloped Lu Feng's entire figure until it finally disappeared.

...

In the Eastern Cloud Kingdom, not far from the capital city, lies the Yellow Wind Desert.

Click!

Suddenly, a rift tore open in the cloudless sky, and a flash of white light, as bright as stars, appeared. Then, a figure in a gray robe fell out of the rift and plunged into the yellow sand below.

"Is this the Yellow Wind Desert?"

Standing up and looking around at the familiar yet unfamiliar expanse of yellow sand, Lu Feng rubbed his nose, then grinned, "Looks like I've really returned to the territory of Dongyun Kingdom, and this place isn't far from the capital of Dongyun..."

"I wonder if that brat Jia Youqian still remembers the debt he owed me from back then..."

Lu Feng glanced once more at the outline of Dongyun Capital in the distance, a thoughtful expression on his face. Then, he transformed into a stream of Yuan energy and flew towards the direction of Dongyun Capital.

...

In the capital city of Dongyun, at the headquarters of the Tianxia Merchant Guild, in a secluded courtyard...

Jia Youqian sat alone in front of the stone pavilion, his expression solemn. In front of him was an ancient chessboard with an unsolved game, as if he were pondering something.

"Who is this person?!"

Seemingly sensing something, Jia Youqian suddenly felt a chill and then looked sharply at the sky above the stone pavilion.

"Brother Jia, how have you been lately?"

A hearty male laugh drifted slowly from above.

The next moment, Lu Feng landed on the ground, and looked at Jia Youqian opposite the stone pavilion with a smile.

"You, you're Brother Lu?!"

When Jia Youqian saw that the person who came was Lu Feng, he was quite surprised.

Since their parting at the Beijing auction, he had never seen Lu Feng again. At first, Jia Youqian thought that Lu Feng had met with misfortune, but now it seems that he was overthinking it.

Not only is Lu Feng not dead, but his Yuan Power cultivation has also reached the tenth level of the Opening Meridian Realm, only one step away from becoming a Spirit Soul Realm expert. His strength is now incomparable to what it used to be!

"If it wasn't me, then who could it be?"

Seeing that the other party still remembered him, Lu Feng grinned again, "It's been a long time. I wonder if Brother Jia still remembers the debt we owed each other?"

At the auction in the capital, he had lent the other party 800,000 low-grade spirit stones. Although this amount of money was not a huge sum for Lu Feng, it was better to have money than nothing.

Moreover, Jia Youqian had promised Lu Feng that he would repay this debt of 800,000 yuan three times over in the future!

As a seasoned money-grubber, Lu Feng naturally remembered those words clearly and hadn't forgotten them at all!

"Oh, so Brother Lu has come for this matter. I, Jia, am not one to break my word; I will repay the debts I owe you!"

Upon seeing that Lu Feng had suddenly come to collect a debt, Jia Youqian was slightly taken aback. He then took out a storage ring from his pocket and handed it to Lu Feng, saying, "Brother Lu, this storage ring contains a total of 30,000 mid-grade spirit stones, which should be enough to repay the debt from the past."

"As for the extra spirit stones, they are just a small token of my appreciation, and I hope Brother Lu will accept them!"

Thirty thousand mid-grade spirit stones?

Lu Feng raised his hand to take the storage ring and found that the number of spirit stones inside was indeed correct. His eyes lit up with surprise.

After all, mid-grade spirit stones are not only more valuable, but their exchange ratio with low-grade spirit stones is also one to one hundred, making them a rarer form of hard currency in the cultivation world.

"Borrow 800,000, repay 3 million?"

"Looks like I made the right decision back then...!"

Thinking of this, Lu Feng also put away his storage ring, secretly pleased.

You should know that he only lent Jia Youqian 800,000 low-grade spirit stones back then, and even if this debt were repaid three times, it would only amount to 2.4 million low-grade spirit stones. But now the other party's thank-you gift is far more than three times. It can only be said that he doesn't understand the world of rich guys!