Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Wuxin, are you questioning my judgment?"

Faced with Wu Xin's unintentional worry, Tianmu merely snorted coldly, a fierce look appearing in his eyes, seemingly quite displeased with the former's speculation.

After all, he was not only a second-level expert in the Yuanhai Realm, but also the other party's mentor.

However, Wu Xin dared to disobey his superior and question his judgment, which naturally infuriated Tianmu.

"Your disciple wouldn't dare!"

Seeing Tianmu suddenly become angry, Wuxin realized he had said the wrong thing and immediately lowered his head to admit his mistake, his tone full of fear.

As the saying goes, "A teacher for a day is a father for life."

All his skills were taught to him by the other party, and now that he was being rebuked by Tianmu, he naturally dared not refute them!

"By the way, are the offerings all prepared?"

Without further ado, Tianmu remained seated in the eight-bearer sedan chair, then glanced at Wuxin at the front of the procession.

"Reporting back to Master, as you instructed, the 'death sacrifice' for this sacrificial ceremony is all prepared, but a suitable 'living sacrifice' has not yet been found..."

"That's enough!"

Before Wuxin could finish speaking, Tianmu interrupted him, his tone still calm, "When we arrive at the ancient Shiva temple, I will personally preside over the sacrificial ceremony."

"As for that little girl surnamed Lu, you'd better keep a close eye on her for me. If she gets away, I'll hold you accountable!"

"Yes, Master!"

Hearing the order, he dared not ask any further questions and continued to lead the large sacrificial procession toward the Blackwater River.

...

Meanwhile, several hundred meters away, behind a hillside

Shh...!

Suddenly, a furtive figure in a beast-patterned robe emerged from the ground, revealing a pair of slightly uneasy eyes. His gaze was fixed on the sacrificial procession several hundred meters away. It was none other than Wu Yunran, who had been following them all the way here.

"That old scoundrel Tianmu is really going all out, preparing so many offerings for this sacrificial ceremony. It seems that this so-called Shiva ancient temple is indeed not simple..."

A mocking male voice slowly came from behind.

The next moment, Lu Feng appeared behind Wu Yunran without anyone noticing, his face showing a thoughtful expression.

"Brother Lu, you've finally arrived!"

Seeing that the other party had finally arrived, Wu Yunran's face first lit up with joy, then turned to deep worry. "Brother Lu, I heard that not only two great lords have come to this sacrificial ceremony, but even the chieftain has arrived. Can the two of us really manage...?"

In the southern barbarian lands, the status of martial artists is different from that of martial artists outside the region; it is generally only associated with titles.

The highest-ranking among them is the chieftain, followed by the great lord, then the minor chieftain, and the weakest is the ordinary warrior.

Just like Wu Yunmi, who once visited Lu Feng, was a master at the level of a Grand Lord.

However, the Wuyun tribe is only a small tribe, so even though Wuyun Mi himself is a great lord, his strength is at most only at the third level of the Spirit Soul Realm, and he is even inferior to some ordinary warriors from large tribes!

As for the chieftain mentioned by Wu Yunran, he is Wu Yungu, the current ruler of the Wu Yun tribe.

In addition, Wuyun Valley himself is a sixth-level Spirit Soul Realm martial artist, whose cultivation is second only to Tianmu and his apprentice. He can barely be considered a master in the entire Southern Barbarian Land.

This is one of the reasons why Wu Yunran is worried.

Although he had long known that Tianmu was no good person, he was no match for the enemy's superior numbers. Even Chief Wuyun Valley and the two great lords had been brainwashed by Tianmu and become his loyal followers.

"They're just a rabble; what's there to fear?"

Faced with Wu Yunran's concern, Lu Feng merely smiled faintly, his face remaining calm. "Brother Wu, if a fight breaks out later, please remember to stay far away. I don't want to accidentally hurt innocent people..."

After saying that, Lu Feng didn't waste any more words. He immediately concealed his Yuan Power aura and flew towards the Blackwater River.

"Brother Lu, wait for me!"

Seeing this, Wu Yunran, though apprehensive, still gritted her teeth and followed.

After all, as long as Tianmu and his disciples are not eliminated, the entire Wuyun tribe will never have peace!

Moreover, with Lu Xiaoxiang currently in the hands of Tianmu and his apprentice, Wu Yunran had no intention of standing idly by!

...

A short while later, on the banks of the Blackwater River, outside a dilapidated temple...

"Is this the ancient Shiva temple?"

Seeing the sacrificial procession suddenly stop, Lu Xiaoxiang, who was sitting in a sedan chair, slowly lifted the curtain and looked at the dilapidated temple not far away.

"What an eerie atmosphere...!"

"What exactly is that old scoundrel Tianmu trying to do?"

Although they were hundreds of meters apart, Lu Xiaoxiang could still clearly feel an extremely cold and eerie aura emanating from her, which made her feel a chill down her spine!

Clearly, this ancient Shiva temple was not as simple as she had imagined!

"Although the old thief Tianmu's intentions are unpredictable, I've already poured the near-eighth-grade Qi-attracting medicine into his wine pot. With Lu Feng's strength and abilities, there's at least an 80% chance he can kill him...!"

Slowly exhaling a breath of turbid air, Lu Xiaoxiang gently touched the storage ring between her fingers and took out an ancient, pure white talisman. At the same time, she couldn't help but recall Lu Feng's instructions before she left.

"Xiao Xiang, this talisman is called the 'Telepathic Talisman.' Although it's not a high-ranking talisman, only a seventh-grade one, it can still connect the minds of two people."

"If that old scoundrel Tianmu tries anything against you, simply tear this talisman apart, and I will act immediately!"

Her jade-like hand slowly clenched the Heart-to-Heart Talisman, her face resolute, as if Lu Feng's instructions were still ringing in her ears, unforgettable.

"The auspicious hour has arrived. The ceremony begins. Pay homage to the ancient gods. All may leave!"

Just as Lu Xiaoxiang was lost in thought, she heard another loud shout coming from outside the sedan chair.

The next moment, Tianmu also flashed and landed in front of the sedan chair where Lu Xiaoxiang was. "My disciple Xiaoxiang, the sacrificial ceremony has begun. Why don't you get out of the sedan chair and follow your master to worship the ancient god?"

Tianmu's tone was gentle, and his attitude was completely different from his usual coldness, as if he really regarded Lu Xiaoxiang as his personal disciple.

"My lord, according to past rules, the sacrificial ceremony is always presided over by you personally, and unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter easily. Is it really appropriate for Xiaoxiang to accompany you into the temple for the worship?"

Faced with Tianmu's instructions, Lu Xiaoxiang became wary and immediately cupped her hands in a tentative gesture.

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

Faced with Lu Xiaoxiang's probing, Tianmu merely shook his head slightly, then spoke unhurriedly, as if he had expected it.

"My disciple Xiaoxiang, do you perhaps not wish to accompany your master to the temple to worship the ancient gods?"

Tianmu's tone remained calm, but a strange, lewd smile flickered across his aged face, which was now hidden by the Yin-Yang mask.

"Uh, of course not! Xiaoxiang is willing to follow the Immortal Master...!"

Seeing this, Lu Xiaoxiang frowned slightly, but she still braced herself and followed Tianmu into the Shiva Temple. At the same time, she quietly crushed the Heart-to-Heart Talisman she was holding tightly in her right hand.

...

Meanwhile, at the ancient Shiva temple, several hundred meters away

"Strange, why did Xiaoxiang go in with that old scoundrel?"

"And the telepathic talisman is broken too...!"

Seeing Lu Xiaoxiang follow Tianmu into the ancient Shiva temple, Lu Feng, who had been lying in ambush, also darkened his expression and became restless. "Damn it! Looks like I have no choice but to make my move now...!"

According to Lu Feng's original plan, he would wait until the sacrificial ceremony was halfway through and the quasi-eighth-grade tethering medicine in Tianmu Old Thief's body took effect before he suddenly made his move, which would have guaranteed a victory!

But now the plan has changed, and even the telepathic talisman he left for Lu Xiaoxiang to protect her has been broken. Lu Feng obviously can't wait any longer!