Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"A second-grade martial art, the Heart-Shattering and Bone-Splitting Palm?"

Circulating his Yuan Power to examine the storage space within his ring, Lu Feng curled his lip. "It should be able to fetch some money, but compared to the treasures in this secret chamber, a mere second-grade martial art is nothing to mention."

Although the storage ring left behind by Sha Wuqiu contained few treasures, only a second-grade martial arts manual, a small amount of inferior spirit stones and low-grade pills, its quality was quite good, being a mid-grade storage ring.

Compared to the low-level storage ring that Lu Feng had always used, the mid-level storage ring was not only more valuable, but also had a larger internal space, comparable to the size of a complete training ground for a hundred people.

"nice one!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Feng put the intermediate-grade storage ring back on his hand and began searching for the treasures in the secret chamber.

"A sixth-grade medicinal herb, the Soul-Severing Grass? Take it!"

"Hey, there's even a rare century-old Flame Cloud Wood here! It's an excellent material for forging weapons, magical artifacts, and alchemy furnaces. I'll take it too!"

"This talisman is of average quality; it's probably a low-end, mass-market product from the Shangqing Spirit Alliance in Zhongzhou. I vaguely remember it being called something like the Mysterious Ice Talisman. Its power is only around the fifth rank, but it'll be enough for you for now. Keep it!"

Inside the treasure basin, Gu Canyang's voice came from time to time, seemingly directing Lu Feng's actions.

It only takes the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Lu Feng's two storage rings were also filled to the brim, containing tens of thousands of spirit stones, all of which were high-quality low-grade spirit stones. As for various pills, furnaces, medicinal herbs, and spirit talismans, they were countless.

However, due to Lu Feng's limited knowledge and experience, he was unable to discern the value of the treasures in the secret chamber. Therefore, Gu Canyang in the treasure basin was basically in charge of directing the entire process, while Lu Feng was only responsible for collecting the treasures.

"Is it already full...?"

Holding a large handful of rare medicinal herbs in each hand, Lu Feng then stuffed them into his storage ring. A fleeting hint of regret crossed his eyes the next moment. "What a pity...!"

Although he had already filled his storage ring to the brim, the treasures inside the secret chamber were still piled up like mountains, and the treasures that Lu Feng took away were just a drop in the ocean.

"It's time to leave!"

Lu Feng thought to himself as he retrieved his storage ring.

Although he wanted to take all the treasures in this secret chamber with him, he was powerless to do so, as he didn't have enough storage rings.

Besides the treasures in the secret chamber, Lu Feng was more concerned about the legacy left by the owner of this tomb, the former strongest prince of the Yan Han Dynasty!

boom!

Just as Lu Feng was about to leave the secret chamber, a deafening roar resounded once again.

Swish!Swish!Swish!

The next moment, dozens of fierce figures rushed into the secret chamber. They seemed to be rogue martial artists, but their strength was not weak. Among them were several experts at the Condensation Realm.

"The smell of blood is so strong!"

"Just what kind of fierce battle broke out here...?"

"Look, so many treasures...!"

Compared to the corpses strewn throughout the secret chamber, the mountain of treasures, spirit stones, and pills piled up here were obviously more likely to attract the attention of everyone present. As for Lu Feng standing to the side, he was automatically ignored by everyone.

"Luckily, I arrived early, otherwise it would have been another long fight..."

Looking at the eager and greedy crowd inside the secret room, Lu Feng touched his nose and then moved towards the entrance of the secret room.

He already has enough treasures in his hands, and with the blessing of the Treasure Basin, the number of these treasures can be multiplied several times over. There is no need for him to fight and compete with these rogue martial artists for them now.

"Treasures and opportunities belong to the strong!"

From the crowd, someone roared, and everyone present went completely crazy, joining the treasure hunt.

In an instant, the entire secret chamber descended into chaos and fierce fighting.

"Hahaha, it really is the fourth-grade pill, the 'Condensing Essence Pill'! If I can consume this pill, I will surely break through my limitations and condense my essence in one fell swoop!"

In the midst of the chaos, a white-haired old man at the tenth level of Body Refinement snatched a white medicine bottle into his hand. His wrinkled, aged face was filled with excitement, as if he were happier than if he had won the lottery.

Because he was born dull-witted and his spiritual roots and comprehension were extremely low, even though he had cultivated for a lifetime, he still could not break through to the Condensation Realm until his lifespan was about to end. Now that he could get a bottle of Condensation Pill for free, the white-haired old man was naturally very excited.

Swish!

However, before the white-haired old man could rejoice for long, a blood-red spear shadow swept across the sky, its momentum unstoppable!

ah...!

The next moment, a cold glint pierced through the white-haired old man's back, reaching his heart and lungs, splashing countless drops of blood. The old man let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.

"You old scoundrel, you think you can get your hands on these treasures with your meager Body Refinement Realm cultivation?"

As they spoke, a tall figure slowly appeared.

The newcomer held a blood-red spear, his black hair cascading down his shoulders. His cold, gaunt face was full of disdain, and a ferocious tiger's head was tattooed on his bare chest, making him appear even more domineering. He seemed to be a ruthless person who had spent years walking on the edge of life and death.

"you...!"

The white-haired old man struggled to raise his head and looked angrily at the black-haired man in front of him. However, before he could finish speaking, the latter pierced his heart with a gun and killed him instantly!

"Hmph, you overconfident piece of trash!"

With a single shot, the white-haired old man was killed. The black-haired man then turned to look at the people in the secret room behind him, his eyes flashing with a sinister light. "Anyone who doesn't want to die, get the hell out of here!"

"What do you mean by this, sir?"

"Does Your Excellency intend to keep the treasures within this secret chamber for yourself?!"

"This place is full of treasures. It would be far too domineering for you to try and take them all for yourself!"

Faced with the black-haired man's threats and warnings, the expressions of everyone present changed slightly, and then they all spoke with righteous indignation.

After all, they had fought their way here with great difficulty, and now that the treasure and opportunity were right in front of them, how could they leave empty-handed?

"So what?"

Seeing that no one showed any intention of leaving, the black-haired man's killing intent intensified. He then swung his blood-red spear through the air, its sharp light pointing directly at everyone present.

"I don't want to say the same thing twice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-haired man unleashed an incredibly powerful aura of Yuan energy once again, as if possessed by a demon of guns, exuding a strong sense of threat!

"Seventh level of the Qi Condensation Realm!"

"A deadly, insidious marksmanship, and that blood-red spear..."

"Could this person be Zhang Miao, the Gun Demon ranked thirty-second on the villain list?!"

Upon seeing this, everyone present was shocked, and one of them even exclaimed in surprise, seemingly recognizing the identity and origin of the black-haired man in front of them.

"Gun Demon, Zhang Miao?"

Lu Feng raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at the bald man beside him, "May I ask, sir, what is this man's background?"

"Seriously, bro? You've never even heard of Zhang Miao, the Gun Demon? Are you new to the underworld?"

The bald man was somewhat surprised, but Lu Feng shook his head, then cupped his hands in a fist salute, "I have indeed never heard of this person before, but since he is known as the Gun Demon and is listed on the Three Calamities Record's list of villains, he must be quite powerful..."

"It's more than just impressive skill!"

Seeing that Lu Feng really didn't understand, the bald man seemed to get interested and immediately began to explain in a lot of detail, "It is rumored that Zhang Miao was born disabled, is naturally aloof, and has no interest in beautiful women. His mind is only focused on cultivation and studying marksmanship. It is said that he has homosexual tendencies and is a freak."

"But later, for some unknown reason, this person suddenly went mad during his cultivation, killing not only his father, mother, wife, and son, but also several local powerful clans. As a result, he was listed on the list of villains by the four kingdoms of Lingnan. Moreover, this person's mind was corrupted by demons, and his bloodlust was extremely strong. Even a stray dog ​​that accidentally glanced at him would be killed!"

"That ruthless?"

"Is this a gun monster or a psychopath?"

Hearing this, Lu Feng habitually interjected, "That's not right, brother. Didn't you just say Zhang Miao is homosexual and doesn't like women? How come he has a wife and children? Could it be that he's faking it?"

"Ahem, ahem, these are just rumors, there's always a bit of artistic embellishment involved. Actually, I heard these things from other people..."

The bald man scratched his head and laughed somewhat awkwardly.

"That's interesting..."

After hearing the gossip, Lu Feng's lips curled into a playful smile, and the next moment he turned to leave.

"Hey kid, stop right there!"

Just as Lu Feng was about to turn and leave, a cold shout came from afar.

The next moment, Zhang Miao flashed forward, blocking Lu Feng's retreat. His cold face now showed disdain. "Didn't you understand what I said? Leave the treasure you're carrying before you get lost, or... die!"