Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Alas! It's a pity we lost a priceless Three-Soul Golden Core, and Yan Wu is nowhere to be found now..."

After resting on the stone bed for a while, Lu Feng realized that his body had almost recovered. He stretched and then sighed with a hint of regret.

As the saying goes, things are valued for their rarity.

The value of a single Xuan-grade eight-star pill is so high that even the Pill Hall elder Dao Butong would be dazzled and unable to stand up to it, let alone Lu Feng, who is only at the third level of the Yuanhai Realm.

According to Lu Feng's initial plan, he intended to keep the Three Souls Golden Pill in the Treasure Basin to cultivate and accumulate treasures, and then take it out and consume it slowly when he encountered greater breakthrough bottlenecks and realm barriers, so as to maximize its medicinal effects.

However, fate is beyond our control, and time waits for no one!

The thought that the Wusheng Sect might attack at any moment, and that he would face an even more powerful enemy, made Lu Feng reluctantly abandon the idea, lest things get complicated and his Three Souls Golden Core rot in his hands and he couldn't even eat it!

"Young Master Lu, get up quickly, it seems someone is coming...!"

At this moment, Gu Canyang's voice came again from inside the treasure basin, causing Lu Feng's expression to tighten slightly, and he became alert. "Who?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't know about that..."

Stroking his beard and smiling again, Gu Canyang said somewhat jokingly, "However, this aura of Yuan energy seems familiar, and it doesn't seem malicious at all. It must be an old acquaintance of yours..."

"An old acquaintance? Could it be Little Fish...!"

Hearing this, Lu Feng didn't dare to be negligent. He immediately leaped up from the stone bed, quickly put on his robes, and hurriedly stepped out of the cave.

"Young Master Lu, hello!"

As soon as Lu Feng stepped out of the cave, he saw a young man in fine clothes coming towards him. The young man bowed to him with his hands clasped, his face full of humility and trepidation, as if the other party had been waiting for him for a long time.

"Uh, may I ask who you are?"

Lu Feng also gave the elegantly dressed young man opposite him a quick glance, raising an eyebrow with a hint of surprise.

Although he has a bad memory, he's not so forgetful as to forget important people.

Whether they were his enemies from the past or just extras he had only met once, Lu Feng had some impression of them all, except for the elegantly dressed young man in front of him!

"This humble one, Fang Yunhua, greets Young Master Lu...!"

Faced with Lu Feng's question, the young man in fine clothes dared not be negligent and immediately introduced himself.

"Oh! So you're Fang Yunhua! Aren't you that... that other one...?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng first frowned in thought, then suddenly realized, "Right, right! I remember now, wasn't there a martial arts novel called something like 'The Legend of Heluo'? I remember there was a highly skilled Wudang disciple in it who was also proficient in the Evil-Slaying Sword Technique, I think that was his name, and he was quite popular..."

"Uh, well, this...!"

Hearing this, Fang Yunhua also looked embarrassed, seemingly unsure how to respond. He then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect and said, "Please forgive my embarrassment, Young Master Lu! I am merely an ordinary student from Meteor Peak in the West Academy. As for the shared name, it's probably just a coincidence..."

"Hehe, just kidding, don't take it to heart."

Lu Feng grinned as well, then composed himself and said, "By the way, did you come to see me for something?"

"To be honest, Young Master Lu, I do indeed have something to discuss with you!"

Fang Yunhua bowed again, his face still respectful, seemingly a devoted admirer of Lu Feng, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. "I was entrusted by a senior in the past to present this item to Young Master Lu!"

As Fang Yunhua spoke, he took out a strange, jet-black wooden root from his robes and handed it to Lu Feng. His tone remained cautious. "I originally planned to finish my business and return to report as soon as possible, but since you have been in seclusion for many days, I dared not disturb you. So I have been waiting outside your cave until now..."

"What is this thing again?"

Lu Feng reached out and took the piece of dark wood root, examining it briefly while looking on with curiosity.

"This item is called Lightning-Struck Wood. It originates from the remnants of a spirit tree struck by lightning. It's also a good material for forging high-grade magical artifacts. However, it's not of much use to you right now..."

Before Fang Yunhua could explain, Gu Canyang's voice slowly came from beside him, as if he had seen through the origin and purpose of this small piece of lightning-struck wood at a glance.

"Lightning-struck wood that can be used to forge high-level magical artifacts?"

Upon hearing Gu Canyang's explanation, Lu Feng also raised an eyebrow, a look of delight appearing on his face. "Not bad, indeed a good treasure!"

"But who on earth would suddenly give me a piece of rare, lightning-struck wood for no reason? Is there really such a thing as a windfall? How strange...!"

"Young Master Lu!"

Just as Lu Feng was beginning to feel curious, Fang Yunhua's anxious voice came from the side again, as he cupped his hands and said, "Uh, now that the goods have been delivered, my mission is complete!"

"Young Master Lu, I will not disturb your cultivation any longer. I will take my leave now!"

After saying that, Fang Yunhua turned around and was about to leave, as if he didn't dare to stay there for even a moment longer.

"Wait!"

Before Fang Yunhua could speak again, Lu Feng swiftly blocked his retreat, saying, "Junior Brother Fang, there's something else I'd like to ask you. I hope you can answer without reservation..."

"Uh, Young Master Lu, you flatter me! Please, please speak..."

When Lu Feng suddenly blocked his way, Fang Yunhua also looked nervous and spoke with trepidation, as if he was afraid that he might accidentally provoke the former and end up losing his life!