Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"What happened?"

"Why are Xiaoyu and Acuity here too? Could it be that they've also been brainwashed by that old charlatan, Tianmu?"

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Lu Feng's heart.

"Hehe, you two young heroes, the devotion these barbarians have for this humble Taoist is beyond what ordinary people can match..."

"May I ask if you two young heroes still wish to make a move?"

Tianmu Immortal Master glanced at Lu Feng and the others opposite him again, still with a forced smile, his eyes also containing a hint of cunning. He seemed to want to use the innocent barbarians around him as a shield, while also being certain that the former would not make a move.

"Lu Feng, what should we do now?"

In this critical moment, Lu Xiaoxiang also turned to look at Lu Feng beside her. Her pretty face was full of solemnity, as if she was also hesitant to act rashly.

After all, Xiaoyu and Wuyuncui were among the sacrificial crowd. If they were to fight now, it would likely affect Xiaoyu. And if something happened to Xiaoyu, Lu Feng and the others would have a hard time explaining to Wuyunran.

"Tch, that old charlatan is really cunning..."

"It seems he calculated that we wouldn't dare to make a move, which is why he invited us to the Dharma propagation conference. At the same time, he could take the opportunity to display 'sacrifices' to brainwash the crowd, thereby enhancing his authority as a local immortal master..."

Facing Lu Xiaoxiang's questioning gaze, Lu Feng spat out a mouthful of saliva and said coldly.

Admittedly, the other party's strategy of being hesitant to act was indeed effective. Considering the safety of Xiaoyu, Wuyuncui, and the others, Lu Feng couldn't directly confront Tianmu Immortal Master.

"Tianmu, the Wuyun Tribe is merely one of many small tribes in the Southern Barbarian Lands, with a total population of only a little over ten thousand. With your strength and abilities, you shouldn't even look down on a mere small tribe, right?"

Composing himself, Lu Feng looked at the Celestial Master Tianmu opposite him again, his tone probing.

In the Nanman region, various tribes lived together in a mixed and intertwined manner, with their territories varying in size. They were further divided into small, medium, large, and super tribes based on the strength of their population.

The Wuyun tribe, where Lu Feng is currently located, is a small tribe with a mediocre population and few experts. Apart from the current chief of the Wuyun tribe and the two great leaders, Wuyun Mi and Wuyun Jie, the rest are a bunch of worthless scoundrels.

Therefore, Lu Feng found it suspicious that the Celestial Master Tianmu was causing trouble for the Wuyun tribe.

Given their strength and capabilities, they could easily conquer larger southern barbarian tribes. There was absolutely no need for them to remain in a small tribe like the Wuyun tribe. This move was tantamount to using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

"Hehe, a mere small tribe is naturally beneath my notice. However, even a mosquito's leg is meat, and I once fulfilled a promise to a certain 'friend' to conquer various tribes in the Southern Barbarians, and the Dark Cloud Tribe is naturally among them..."

Faced with Lu Feng's probing, Celestial Master Tianmu made no attempt to hide anything, and immediately spoke up jokingly. At the same time, a wicked and sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was hidden behind the Yin-Yang mask, as if he had everything under control.

"Dark clouds gather, dark clouds gather, see the guests out!"

With another flick of his sleeve, Celestial Master Tianmu turned and walked towards the main seat of the altar opposite, leaving behind a dismissive message, seemingly no longer intending to waste words with Lu Feng and the others.

"Young heroes, Celestial Master Tianmu has given orders that you must not disrupt the Dharma Propagation Assembly, or you will bear the consequences..."

Seeing this, Wu Yunmi and the others, who had been waiting for a long time, also jumped forward and bowed to Lu Feng and the others, clearly not daring to disobey the orders of the Heavenly Eye Immortal Master.

After all, while the title of Great Lord sounds impressive, it's far from enough for a small tribe; he's just a slightly more powerful dog.

"Plan A has failed; it seems we have no choice but to implement Plan B..."

Faced with Tianmu and the others' order to leave, Lu Feng did not confront them directly. He turned and left, seemingly with other plans in mind.

"You old scoundrel Tianmu, I will expose your true colors as a charlatan who disregards human life! You just wait and see!"

Before leaving, Lu Xiaoxiang seemed somewhat unwilling. She turned around and glared fiercely at the Heavenly Eye Immortal Master at the opposite altar, her tone full of threatening murderous intent.

"Hehe, the young lady is quite pretty, and her figure is superb. It's just a pity that her mouth is so foul. If her tongue were cut off and she became mute, I would quite like it..."

Faced with Lu Xiaoxiang's threats, Tianmu Immortal Master also slowly turned around, then looked her up and down, his eyes revealing a hint of lewdness.

"You old scoundrel Tianmu, you...!"

"Miss Lu, this is no place to linger, let's go!"

Faced with the lecherous gaze of the Celestial Master, Lu Xiaoxiang couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. However, before she could react, Lu Feng pulled her away.

"The Celestial Master Tianmu possesses boundless magical power, bestowing blessings and spreading the Dharma, extending grace to all living beings!"

As Lu Feng and the others left, the previously excited barbarian believers regained their fervor and immediately began to kowtow and kneel before the Celestial Master Tianmu above the altar, as if he were a god descended to earth and beyond question!

...

At a corner outside the altar of the Wuyun tribe.

"Please wait a moment, everyone!"

The Dharma propagation conference had just ended, and before Xiaoyu and the others could even leave the altar, Lu Feng suddenly descended from the sky, stopping them in the process.

"Big brother?"

"Young Master Lu!"

"Why is it you...?"

Seeing Lu Feng suddenly appear out of nowhere, not only was Xiao Yu surprised, but Wu Yun Cui and Wu Yun Hao beside her were also stunned and seemed somewhat taken aback.

Because they had been kneeling and worshipping devoutly at the Dharma Propagation Conference without ever raising their heads, they hadn't noticed Lu Feng's presence at all, let alone known about the power struggle between him and Celestial Master Tianmu.

"Little Yu, big brother has a question for you, okay?"

Ignoring everyone's surprise, Lu Feng reached out and patted Xiao Yu's head, and the latter nodded obediently.

"Xiaoyu, your parents have already recovered, why do you still want to attend the Dharma propagation conference?"

"Big brother, actually, Xiaoyu didn't want to come either. It was the chief who forced our parents to attend the Dharma propagation conference. But since our parents aren't in good health, Xiaoyu came in their place..."

When Lu Feng asked her question, Xiao Yu simply rubbed her eyes and replied in a still obedient tone, clearly showing that she trusted him completely.

"And what about you two?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng frowned slightly and looked at Wu Yuncui and the others opposite him again.

"Young Master Lu, although I don't really believe in the legends of the ancient god's curse, however..."

Seeing Lu Feng looking at her, Wu Yuncui didn't hide anything. She simply scratched her head and then said in a low, weak voice, "My parents once said that it's better to believe something is true than not to believe it is false. Besides, those beast-hunting guards outside died because they disrespected the Immortal Master, which is why they were cursed by the ancient god..."

"Ah Cui is right."

Beside him, Wu Yunhao stepped forward and then solemnly advised, "Although you are powerful, you are ultimately just a mortal. I hope you will not oppose the Immortal Master, otherwise you will only lose your life in vain. The curse of the ancient god is not something ordinary people can resist..."

Wu Yunhao spoke solemnly, seemingly not wanting Lu Feng to get involved.

After all, the other party was Wu Yunran's fellow disciple and friend, and Wu Yunran was his childhood friend. So, by that calculation, Lu Feng could be considered half a friend of his.

"Another curse from the ancient gods?"

Despite Wu Yunhao's advice, Lu Feng remained unconvinced, merely grinning, "I am quite curious, where did this thing come from? Is it really that strange...?"

"Young Master Lu, you may not know this, but the curse of the ancient gods originated from the ancient Shiva temple on the banks of the Blackwater River. Although this temple appears dilapidated and is only about fifty miles away from the desert oasis where the Dark Cloud tribe is located, it contains a power that is unimaginable to mortals...!"

Seeing Lu Feng spouting arrogant words and even disregarding the curse of the ancient god, Wu Yuncui's pretty face paled slightly, and she quickly reminded him.

"The ancient temple of Shiva? A power beyond the comprehension of mortals?"

Lu Feng raised an eyebrow slightly.

"That's right! I've heard that the great power and abilities of the immortal master in the past all originated from the ancient Shiva temple on the banks of the Blackwater River. The power of the ancient god Shiva far exceeds the imagination of us mortals...!"

Wu Yuncui still looked wary, seemingly unwilling to see Lu Feng also suffer from the curse of the ancient god and ultimately meet a tragic end.