Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

Faced with Wu Yunran's question, Lu Xiaoxiang remained expressionless and silent, seemingly still seething with anger.

"Is this girl still angry with me...?"

"Never mind! I'll find a chance to explain when we get to the Dark Cloud tribe in the Southern Barbarian territory..."

Seeing this, Lu Feng felt somewhat helpless but didn't know what to say. He could only nod and say, "Brother Wu, Miss Lu and I are ready. Let's set off immediately!"

This journey to the southern barbarian lands, while not exactly long, is certainly not short either.

From Yuanfeng Realm, where Luoxing Academy is located, to Nanman Land, where Wuyun Tribe is located, the journey will cross three small kingdoms and dynasties, covering a distance of nearly hundreds of thousands of miles!

Even with Lu Feng's current speed and agility, it would still take him at least two or three days to travel at full speed!

In addition, because Lu Xiaoxiang and Wu Yunran's cultivation levels are low and their movement speed is far inferior to Lu Feng's half-step Yuanhai Realm, their final journey will be greatly delayed, and it will take at least a week to reach the Southern Barbarian Land!

This is one of the reasons why Lu Feng planned to set off earlier.

As for the head that Lu Feng had cut off while chasing Yelü Jue, he took it to the academy's main hall yesterday to exchange for a reward, earning about 150,000 contribution points, which can be considered a small profit!

"good!"

Seeing that the two were ready, Wu Yunran didn't waste any words. He immediately took out a natal spiritual treasure shaped like a black door panel from his bosom, then leaped into it and flew towards the southwest direction where the Southern Barbarian Land was located.

Flying on magical artifacts is a common method of travel for most martial artists in the Qi Opening Realm.

After all, only when one's Yuan Power cultivation reaches the Spirit Soul Realm can one truly achieve flight.

Although Wu Yunran had been cultivating at Luoxing Academy for nearly two years, he was only at the third level of the Opening Meridian Realm, and was still a long way from breaking through to the Spirit Soul Realm!

"Miss Lu, let's go..."

Seeing Wu Yunran take the lead, Lu Feng turned around to remind Lu Xiaoxiang, but before he could finish saying the last word, she suddenly took off on her sword and left him behind.

Swish!

Lu Xiaoxiang flew away on her sword without looking back, leaving behind only a graceful and dashing figure in green robes and a bewildered Lu Feng.

"Hey, this girl is really a straightforward person. She doesn't hide her temper or thoughts at all..."

Watching Lu Xiaoxiang's hurried departure, Lu Feng shook his head helplessly, then leaped into the air, transforming his Yuan energy into wings, and followed her.

With his current cultivation level of half-step Yuanhai Realm, he can fly freely in the sky even without the help of any spiritual treasures or magic tools, and he can even fly for seven days and seven nights without any problem!

This is also the huge gap between the half-step Yuanhai Realm and the Opening Meridian Realm!

...

The southern barbarian lands, beyond Zhennan Pass

Shh...!

A large amount of sand and dust rose up with the wind, and strong gusts of wind howled outwards, as if one were in a sandstorm hell, with all kinds of flying sand and stones everywhere, and visibility was completely lost. Ordinary people would hardly dare to set foot in it!

At the edge of the Sandstorm Hell, an enormous black outline faintly appears.

The black outline, facing south, covered a vast area, resembling a giant black dragon lurking in the sand. It stretched as far as the eye could see, seemingly a magnificent and imposing city, while also blocking the large amounts of sand and gravel blowing in from the south, a truly awe-inspiring sight.

Zhennanguan, above the sky

"Is this a sandstorm, one of the five major natural disasters in mainland China?"

Looking at the vast sandstorm raging across the border, Lu Feng couldn't help but be somewhat surprised. He then stroked his chin and said, "Brother Wu, Miss Lu, it seems our luck isn't so good today..."

The so-called five natural disasters on the mainland are nothing more than sandstorms, hellfires, natural lightning, floods, and finally, miasma!

If an ordinary mortal were to encounter the Five Calamities of the Continent, they would most likely die without a doubt and could only accept their bad luck!

Even a cultivator like Lu Feng wouldn't dare to risk his life so easily in the face of the infamous Five Calamities of the Continent, otherwise he might also lose his life!

"Five natural disasters on the mainland?"

Looking up at the vast sandstorm beyond Zhennan Pass, Wu Yunran frowned, as if sensing something. He couldn't help but ask again, "Brother Lu, in your opinion, what should we do now?"

"There's nothing we can do but wait."

"wait?"

Wu Yunran was stunned for a moment, then her face became even more unpleasant.

After all, it took them seven or eight days to travel to the Zhennan Pass border, and now they only need to take one more step to enter the southern barbarian territory.

If we just wait here and waste time, by the time they finally get back to the Wuyun tribe, it will be too late to save them!

"Lu Feng is right. With just the two of us, we're no match for the sandstorm's fury. If we force our way in now, we'll likely lose our lives..."

Taking a step forward as well, Lu Xiaoxiang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, also said in a deep voice, her tone still solemn, "Fellow Daoist Wu, I understand your feelings, and I know you are eager to return to the Wuyun Tribe to visit your parents and sister."

"However, the situation is dangerous right now. Even with Lu Feng's cultivation at the half-step Yuanhai Realm, he can't guarantee he'll escape the sandstorm unscathed, let alone the two of us. So please calm down..."

"Miss Xiaoxiang, what you say makes sense, but I...!"

Wu Yunran was about to speak again, but Lu Feng shook his head and interrupted him, saying, "Brother Wu, there's no need to worry."

"If my observation is correct, this sandstorm is nearing its end and will completely dissipate in less than an hour."

At this point, seemingly fearing the other party might still have reservations, Lu Feng pointed to a watchtower at Zhennan Pass below, then smiled faintly, "Brother Wu, if you don't believe me, you're welcome to see for yourself. I'm sure these guys share my thoughts..."

"Take a look for yourself?"

Upon hearing Lu Feng's words, Wu Yunran was taken aback for a moment. Then, she looked in the direction Lu Feng was pointing towards the checkpoint tower, and finally, her pupils constricted slightly. "These guys are... the beast-hunting guards of the Guo clan of the Southern Yue Kingdom?"

Around the checkpoint watchtower, a group of young martial artists dressed in black and carrying crescent-shaped bows were gathered. They seemed to be from the same faction, and each of them was quite strong. The weakest among them was at the sixth or seventh level of the Opening Meridian Realm, which was not to be underestimated!

"Captain, when is this sandstorm going to end? We've been waiting here for ages, we're about to get lice..."

Glancing at the relentless sandstorm raging beyond the pass, a bald warrior below the watchtower scratched his head, seemingly growing impatient.

"The bald guy is right. My grandpa used to say that sandstorms are one of the five natural disasters on the continent. Ordinary mortals can only wait to die on the spot when they encounter one; they can't even run away! Moreover, even some powerful Spirit Soul Realm martial artists dare not easily set foot in them...!"

"No way? Is the sandstorm outside the pass really that terrifying? If so, why did Young Master Tianlin send us out to hunt beasts today? Isn't that just sending us to our deaths for nothing?!"

As soon as the bald warrior finished speaking, the other beast-hunting guards in the crowd began to whisper among themselves, and at the same time, a hint of unease appeared on their faces, as if they were considering backing down.

"What nonsense are you bunch of bastards spouting?"

"How dare you servants object to Young Master Tianlin's decision? You all want to die, don't you?!"

Seeing the crowd suddenly starting to murmur and even showing signs of wanting to retreat, the leading beast-hunting captain glared angrily and couldn't help but yell, "Get your act together! The sandstorm outside the pass will dissipate on its own in less than an hour...!"

"You bunch of grown men, how come you're even more cowardly than those sluts in the brothel! I really don't understand, with your rat-like cowardice, how did you even get chosen by Young Master Tianlin back then? You're a disgrace to the Beast Hunting Guard...!"

The captain of the Beast Hunting Guard crossed his arms, his face grim. His tone was one of disappointment and frustration, clearly indicating that he felt his Beast Hunting Guards were too cowardly to accomplish anything significant.

...

Meanwhile, above the sky

"It is said that the Guo family of the Southern Yue Kingdom maintains a group of guards who specialize in hunting various kinds of demonic beasts, so these people are generally called the Beast Hunting Guards..."

"Besides, these people not only work hard on a daily basis, but they are also extremely loyal to the Guo clan. In fact, quite a few of them are willing to sacrifice their lives to hunt rare monsters...!"

Lu Xiaoxiang glanced at the large group of beast-hunting guards gathered at the checkpoint tower, crossed her arms, and then slowly explained, clearly also quite familiar with the origins of these beast-hunting guards.