Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Will the Dark Cloud Tribe ultimately be unable to escape this crisis?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yunran still looked bewildered, seemingly not quite understanding the meaning behind Lu Feng's words.

"Aran!"

"You're finally back!"

Just as Wu Yunran was stunned, a hurried shout suddenly came from afar.

The next moment, a thin young man in a beast-patterned robe rushed over. His eyes were full of excitement, and he looked at Wu Yunran opposite him with great interest. It seemed that he had a close relationship with Wu Yunran and that they were old friends.

"Hiro?"

Upon seeing the beast-robed youth suddenly appear, Wu Yunran was taken aback for a moment, then looked puzzled. "Strange, how did you know I would be back today? Did you perhaps peek at the letter I sent home?"

The other person's name is Wu Yunhao, who is his childhood friend and playmate. The two are extremely close and can be described as the ultimate best buddies.

However, compared to Wu Yunran, who was admitted to Luoxing Academy, Wu Yunhao's talent and comprehension were much worse, and he also did not possess the innate spiritual body. Therefore, he had been staying in the Wuyun tribe all these years and had never set foot in the outside world.

"Of course not!"

Wu Yunhao waved his hand and explained, "Actually, the chieftain asked me to come here to pick you up and also to introduce you to the Dharma Propagation Conference that will start tomorrow."

"Dharma promotion meeting?"

Wu Yunran was taken aback, and Lu Feng and the others beside him also looked puzzled.

"Uh! Ran, who are these people...?"

At this moment, Wu Yunhao also noticed the presence of Lu Feng and the others, and a hint of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

After all, in the Southern Barbarian Lands, most barbarian tribes are very conservative and xenophobic, and young people like Wu Yunran, who treat everyone equally and are willing to make friends with martial artists from the outside world, are an anomaly.

"Ah Hao, Brother Lu and Miss Xiaoxiang are both my friends. Please feel free to speak your mind!"

Seeing Wu Yunhao looking at Lu Feng and the others with a wary expression, Wu Yunran stepped forward and then explained.

"So you're all Aran's friends...."

After hearing Wu Yunran's explanation, Wu Yunhao did not delve further, but the wariness in his eyes did not lessen in the slightest. He then asked, "May I ask what brings you all to the Wuyun tribe?"

"Young man, there's no need to worry. I've come here with no other purpose than to treat the sick and save lives."

Seeing the wariness in Wu Yunhao's eyes as well, Lu Feng merely grinned and said, "Besides that, there's something else I'm quite curious about..."

"What?"

Wu Yunhao was stunned for a moment.

"Not only are there a large number of barbarians gathered around this central square, at least a hundred, but all of them are unconscious, their faces ashen, and some even exude the aura of the dead..."

"Forgive my bluntness, but this scene is rather eerie. Does this young man know the reason?"

Lu Feng said in a calm and unhurried tone.

Lu Xiaoxiang, standing to the side, also cast a curious glance, clearly wanting to know the reason behind this tragic human drama.

"So, you wanted to inquire about this matter..."

Faced with Lu Feng's probing, Wu Yunhao also glanced at the ordinary barbarians lying lifeless on the ground around the square, then changed the subject and said in a low voice, "However, I still advise you not to get involved in this matter, lest you bring trouble upon yourself in the future and suffer the curse of the ancient god...!"

"The Curse of the Ancient Gods?"

Lu Feng narrowed his eyes, only to see Wu Yunhao snort coldly and point at the group of dying ordinary barbarians across the square, "That's right! Anyone who dares to speak ill of a Celestial Master will be cursed by the Ancient God!"

"As for these guys, they were cursed by the ancient gods because they didn't believe in immortal arts and spoke ill of immortal masters, which led to their miserable end. There's nothing to pity about them...!"

Wu Yunhao remained indifferent, showing no pity whatsoever.

"You're talking nonsense...!"

No sooner had the other person finished speaking than Xiaoyu, who was in Lu Xiaoxiang's arms, suddenly struggled to break free and glared angrily at Wu Yunhao, saying, "Xiaoyu's parents aren't cursed at all!"

"My parents are just sick...! As long as they take the herbal medicine, they'll definitely get better...!"

Xiaoyu pouted, her eyes wide open, and her once rosy cheeks flushed red. She seemed to be angered by Wu Yunhao's cold words.

"Shut up!"

Seeing Xiaoyu suddenly rush out to refute him, Wu Yunhao was stunned for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, as if he suddenly remembered something terrible, and he quickly covered Xiaoyu's mouth.

"You little brat, are you tired of living? How dare you speak ill of the immortal master's words of wisdom...!"

"Do you perhaps want to end up like these people?"

Wu Yunhao looked flustered as he tightly covered Xiaoyu's mouth, seemingly afraid that she would say something wrong and implicate him.

"Stop right there!"

Faced with Wu Yunhao's rude behavior, Lu Xiaoxiang frowned as well, and immediately drew her sword in anger, shouting, "What kind of man bullies a little girl!"

"Miss Xiaoxiang, calm down!"

"Ah Hao isn't a bad person, he's my friend, I promise he has absolutely no ill intentions...!"

Seeing the situation suddenly become tense, Wu Yunran was stunned and quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Sixth level of the Meridian Opening Realm?"

Sensing the extraordinary Yuan energy emanating from Lu Xiaoxiang as well, Wu Yunhao's expression turned solemn. He immediately released Xiaoyu from his arms, then leaped to the side. "Heh heh, this Miss Lu is indeed no ordinary person. I admit I'm no match for her!"

"It's a pity, Miss Lu, that you seem to have a bit of a temper and are too impulsive. I'm afraid you might have trouble finding a husband in the future..."

Wu Yunhao's lips curled up slightly, a hint of teasing in his tone.

"What did you say?!"

Faced with Wu Yunhao's teasing, Lu Xiaoxiang's pretty face darkened, and anger surfaced, as if she was about to lash out at him at any moment.

However, before Lu Xiaoxiang could make a move, Wu Yunhao vanished in an instant, disappearing like a nimble monkey. He left only a message for Wu Yunran, who was about to intervene, saying, "Aran, I've delivered the chief's message to you...!"

"Tomorrow is the start of the Dharma Propagation Conference, and the venue will be the ancestral altar of the Wuyun Tribe. You must not be late, otherwise, if the Immortal Master is enraged, even if the Chieftain and I plead for you together, I'm afraid we won't be able to save you...!"

"This guy...!"

Watching Wu Yunhao's figure gradually disappear, Lu Xiaoxiang stomped her foot on the spot, clenching her fists tightly, seemingly still angry about what he had just said.

"By the way, Lu Feng, what are your thoughts on the 'Ancient God Curse'?"

Turning her gaze away, Lu Xiaoxiang looked at Lu Feng beside her again, seemingly intending to ask for his opinion first.

After all, Lu Feng was the strongest among the three-person team, and with his strength and insight, he should be able to see through a bit of the truth behind the "Ancient God Curse".

"I believe the crisis facing the Dark Cloud Tribe is not some ancient god's curse, but rather a man-made disaster..."

Faced with Lu Xiaoxiang's question, Lu Feng merely shook his head slightly, then bent down and knelt down, simultaneously feeling the pulses of Xiaoyu's unconscious parents on the ground. "As expected, although they still have a sliver of life, they have both been poisoned, and their three souls and seven spirits deep within their sea of ​​consciousness are clearly damaged..."

"These symptoms are identical to those of the ordinary barbarians around the plaza who are afflicted with the 'Ancient God's Curse,' indicating they were caused by the same person...!"