Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Never mind, I'll go back and ask Brother Wu and the others..."

After frowning and pondering for a moment, Lu Feng still had no clue, so he gave up on investigating further and turned to leave the Blackwater River.

As for the barbarian warriors who were also tragically killed in the incident, Lu Feng did not leave their bodies to rot in the wilderness. After looting the dead, he buried them on the spot, which could be considered as giving them a proper burial.

However, most of these barbarian warriors had low cultivation levels. Apart from the chieftain Wuyun Gu and another great lord Wuyun Jie, they were mostly at the early stage of the Meridian Opening Realm, and their wealth was also very limited.

Even though Lu Feng plundered all the valuables from these people, he only managed to get about 300,000 spirit stones, and they were all low-grade spirit stones, so his harvest was rather mediocre!

...

The entrance to a desert oasis in the southern barbarian lands

As the sun set, a figure in a beast-patterned robe paced back and forth. His dark face showed slight impatience, and his brows were constantly furrowed, as if he were waiting for someone to return.

sand....!

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept in from above, causing Wu Yunran's expression to tighten slightly, and he immediately looked up.

"Brother Lu, you're finally back!"

Upon seeing that the person who came was Lu Feng, Wu Yunran was also excited, as if she had been waiting here for a long time and was afraid that something might have happened to him.

"Brother Wu, what are you doing here?"

Lu Feng glanced at Wu Yunran, who was waiting anxiously for him, and asked with some surprise, "By the way, where is Xiao Xiang?"

"Miss Xiaoxiang is currently at the ancestral altar, and she is discussing with Lord Wuyunmi... no, Chief Wuyunmi and the others how to expose the truth of the sacrificial ceremony and the conspiracy of the old thief Tianmu and his ilk, so that everyone will no longer be misled and deceived..."

Faced with Lu Feng's question, Wu Yunran first scratched his head, then quickly explained, "So, right now I'm the only one here waiting for you."

"To help these barbarians break free from their deception and manipulation?"

"Hehe, I didn't expect this girl, who usually seems so cold, to actually be such a warm-hearted person..."

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng didn't ask any further questions. He immediately changed the subject, saying, "By the way, Brother Wu, I have something here. I wonder if you recognize it?"

Swish!

Without further ado, Lu Feng took out the sheepskin letter he had picked up from Tianmu's corpse from his pocket.

"Brother Lu, what is this...?"

"This is a handwritten letter from the old thief Tianmu to someone, and the word 'baldness' is mentioned repeatedly in it, suggesting that this person and Tianmu were quite close. Do you know of this person?"

Lu Feng handed the parchment letter to Wu Yunran, his tone suggestive. Wu Yunran's face showed a slight surprise, then his brow furrowed. "Bald, Bald... Hmm, why does that name sound so familiar...?"

"Wait a minute! Could it be that the person mentioned in this letter is the infamous and incomparably powerful Bald Khan?!"

Seemingly remembering some terrifying being, Wu Yunran's pupils contracted sharply, and a look of panic appeared on her face. Even her voice trembled slightly as she spoke, "No, it can't be!"

"The Bald Khan has always been hostile to martial artists from outside the region, how could he possibly be colluding with the old thief Tianmu and his ilk...! I must be overthinking it! Yes, I'm definitely overthinking it...!"

Wu Yunran shook her head to herself, muttering to herself.

"The Bald Sweat King?"

Seeing Wu Yunran's face change drastically and his words becoming somewhat incoherent, Lu Feng raised an eyebrow, his curiosity growing. "Brother Wu, may I ask who this Bald Khan you're referring to is?"

After all, the old thief Tianmu had mentioned in his letter to the Bald Khan that he would help him conquer a number of southern barbarian tribes and ascend to the throne of the barbarian king.

The current calamity befalling the Wuyun tribe is clearly not an accident. Moreover, it is not the only tribe that has been harmed by the old thief Tianmu. This matter is most likely related to the ambition of the Bald Khan to unify the southern barbarians!

"Hey, Brother Lu, you don't know this...!"

Faced with Lu Feng's persistent questioning, Wu Yunran didn't deliberately keep him in suspense. He sighed softly, then said with a look of apprehension, "This bald Khan is known as 'Bald Tree Function.' He is not only the head of the five Khans of the Southern Barbarian Lands, but his strength is also unparalleled!"

"Not only that, the Bald Khan also controls a super tribe called the 'Bald Tribe,' ruling over tens of millions of its people and followers. Its fearsome reputation resounds throughout the entire southern barbarian lands!"

"Let alone our humble Dark Cloud Tribe, even the chiefs of some medium-sized or even large tribes would have to kneel and pay their respects to the Bald Khan himself, daring not to act presumptuously in the slightest, otherwise they would be in danger of losing their lives at any moment...!"

Wu Yunran remained uneasy, seemingly terrified by the infamous reputation of the Bald Khan.

After all, looking across the entire southern land, only a handful of people could be granted the title of "Khan," and among them, Tufashu was ranked first among all the Khans, which shows how powerful he was!

In addition, the "Bald Tribe" ruled by Bald Tree is not an ordinary tribe, but a super tribe with a population of over ten million. Even if they were to go out on their own, they would be enough to rival a small kingdom or dynasty in the Eastern Xuan Region!

Therefore, it is perfectly normal for Wu Yunran to feel afraid upon hearing about the legendary efficacy of the Bald Tree!

"The head of the five great Khans of the Southern Barbarians? Ruling over a super tribe?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng stroked his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So this person has such a powerful background. No wonder that old thief Tianmu kept calling me 'brother' in the letter; he's certainly got some nerve..."

"Young Master Lu, besides those monsters from the Heavenly Yin Ghost Alliance, it seems you've offended another formidable enemy this time..."

At that moment, Gu Canyang's mocking voice rang in my ears again.

Although many tribes inhabit the Nanman region, most of them are small tribes like the Wuyun tribe. It is considered good to encounter some medium-sized tribes. As for large tribes and super tribes with more than ten million people, they are extremely rare!

Lu Feng's first trip to the Southern Barbarian Lands resulted in him provoking a super tribe, a stroke of bad luck indeed!

"Old man, perhaps you're right, but I'm not without options..."

Faced with Gu Canyang's teasing, Lu Feng was not flustered at all. He immediately replied with a telepathic message, as if he already had a plan in mind.

"Brother Wu, I'm all done here, you can go back now."

Lu Feng raised his hand and put the sheepskin letter back into his palm. He said meaningfully, "I will meet you at the ancestral altar of the Wuyun tribe in a while."

"Uh, okay! Brother Lu, I'll be going now...!"

Seeing this, Wu Yunran scratched his head first, then wisely turned and left without asking any further questions about the Bald Tribe, clearly trusting Lu Feng completely.

"Young Master Lu, what are you planning to do next?"

As Wu Yunran's figure disappeared from sight, Gu Canyang's soul slowly floated out of the treasure basin. He then turned to look at Lu Feng beside him, seemingly curious about how the other party would deal with the revenge from the Bald Tribe in the future.

"Shifting the blame eastward, causing two tigers to fight."

Faced with Gu Canyang's curiosity, Lu Feng merely raised the corners of his mouth slightly, then said in a low voice, "Old Gu, don't forget, I'm never one to sit idly by and wait for my doom...!"