Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"No, that can't be!"

"Isn't Lu Feng already dead...!"

Han Buli stared in disbelief at the familiar figure not far away in the audience, muttering to himself, "Yes! I must be dreaming...!"

"None of this is real, it's just my imagination...!"

Compared to Han Buli's astonishment and shock, Lu Feng below the stage narrowed his eyes, his doubts deepening. "Strange, when did this kid become the vice leader of the Mu Feng Gang?"

After all, the other party was merely a disciple of the Southern Academy, and his Yuan Power cultivation was only slightly above the first level of the Spirit Soul Realm. Even among the geniuses of the Southern Academy, he was only ranked at the bottom, and he was not convincing at all!

However, it is clearly illogical that Han Buli is able to command the entire scene and receive the worship of the Mu Feng Gang members around him!

"Han Buli, it's been a long time."

Composing himself, Lu Feng looked again at Han Buli, who stood in the center of the platform with a look of fear on his face. He then secretly transmitted his voice, "Hehe, I never expected that you, who used to sell goods at the Hundred Treasures Pavilion, would now become the vice leader of the number one gang in Falling Star Academy, the 'Mu Feng Gang.' Truly, you've changed a lot in just a few days..."

Lu Feng's tone was still somewhat teasing, while Han Buli was sweating profusely, seemingly finally coming to his senses that he wasn't dreaming and that the former was still alive and well!

"Lu, Lu Feng! How, how did you get here...!"

Swallowing hard again, Han Buli secretly replied telepathically. Although he remained outwardly calm, his teeth were chattering slightly, and his speech was slurred, indicating that he was not as calm as he appeared.

"What's wrong with you, kid?"

"And why can't I be here? Is this your Mu Feng Gang's territory, so unauthorized personnel are not allowed?"

Faced with Han Buli's probing question, Lu Feng merely grinned and replied casually, his tone still playful.

"No, no, no! That's not it...!"

Upon hearing this, Han Buli's heart tightened, and he quickly smiled apologetically, explaining, "Fellow Daoist Lu, it's so good to see you're still alive!"

"Dude, when have I ever died?" Lu Feng said, somewhat speechless.

"Uh, well...!"

Seeing this, Han Buli coughed lightly, then said somewhat awkwardly, "Since the Wusheng Sect's invasion eight months ago, I haven't seen any trace of you, Fellow Daoist Lu, and not even a single message has been sent out..."

"I thought you, Fellow Daoist Lu, had met with misfortune, harmed by those demonic cultists of the Wusheng Sect, which is why I just now..."

"Okay, okay, stop!"

Interrupting him again in a deep voice, Lu Feng couldn't help but feel a black line appear on his forehead. "Damn it! I only left the hospital in private to participate in the Four Kingdoms Martial Arts Tournament and briefly went into seclusion for a period of time, how come so many rumors have suddenly appeared? Is this what they call 'people are afraid of becoming famous, just like pigs are afraid of getting fat'?"

"Um, may I ask this young man whose name I do not know...?"

Just as Lu Feng felt helpless, a deep voice suddenly came from the side of the crowd, offering a reminder.

"Um?"

Turning around at the sound, Lu Feng hadn't even spoken when a bald, burly man with a red headscarf strode forward. The words "Young Master Feng" were faintly visible on the red headscarf, suggesting that he was also a loyal member of the Mu Feng Gang.

"Young man whose name I do not know, please forgive my rudeness, but you do not appear to be a member of the Mu Feng Gang?"

The bald man spoke tentatively, a hint of wariness flashing across his face.

Because Lu Feng in front of him not only exuded a murderous aura, but also kept his eyes fixed on Han Buli on the stage. He didn't seem like a good person, so it was hard not to be wary.

"That's right, this kid isn't wearing any Mu Feng Gang tokens, nor does he have any souvenirs personally signed by 'Young Master Feng.' He's obviously an outsider who snuck in!"

"Not only that, this guy was staring intently at the Vice Leader the whole time, and his gaze was incredibly fierce. I think he's probably up to no good!"

"That's right! In my opinion, this kid is very likely a spy sent by the Five Spirits Society, perhaps planning to disrupt our upcoming general meeting of all members..."

As soon as the bald, burly man finished speaking, a murmur arose from the surrounding crowd, and countless questioning gazes turned to Lu Feng, including those from some young and beautiful female gang members. The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Please calm down, everyone! This young man is a new recruit I just brought in, which is why he doesn't have the Mu Feng Gang's token. We're all on the same side, so let's make money together..."

Seeing this, Liu Jin panicked and quickly tried to smooth things over, while secretly winking at Lu Feng, "Young brother, it's one thing that you didn't bow and pay homage to the Vice Leader now that he's appeared, but if Young Master Feng himself arrives later, you absolutely cannot be so rude, otherwise even I can't save you...!"

"Young Master Feng? That's the legendary leader of the Mu Feng Gang?"

Lu Feng remained unconvinced and then said, "I'm rather curious, just who is this person..."

"Hey! Who else could it be? Of course, it's Lu Feng, the strongest genius of Falling Star Academy, the cold-faced killing god, who once thwarted the invasion of the Wusheng Sect in one fell swoop, protected Earth Tiger Star from falling into the hands of the demonic sect, and was even difficult for the four protectors of the Wusheng Sect to defeat!"

Liu Jin still looked on with admiration, while Lu Feng's expression grew increasingly strange until he finally froze on the spot.

"The leader of the Mu Feng Gang... is actually myself?"

"Are you kidding me, buddy?"

Lu Feng's lips twitched slightly, and he was completely dumbfounded. "And where the hell did this title 'Cold-Faced Killer' come from...?!"

"Oh, right, Han Buli!"

Seemingly remembering something, Lu Feng looked at Han Buli in the center of the opposite platform again, then secretly transmitted his voice, his tone becoming somewhat cold and sharp, "Han Buli, you have to give me an explanation for today's matter, as well as the so-called 'Mu Feng Gang' and its entire membership meeting, right?"

Clearly, everything that was happening before his eyes, and how he had inexplicably become the leader of the Mu Feng Gang, were all inextricably linked to the other party!

"Fellow Daoist Lu! Actually... well, well...!"

Faced with Lu Feng's almost murderous, icy gaze, Han Buli was also startled, his face turning even paler. His tone became somewhat hesitant, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

"Hey! Fine, it was all Han's doing!"

"Fellow Daoist Lu, I hope you will be magnanimous and not blame me...!"

After hesitating for a moment, Han Buli finally succumbed to the psychological pressure and chose to admit his mistake and lay his cards on the table, "Fellow Daoist Lu! Actually, I only wanted to gain some benefits at first, and I didn't have any other intentions..."

Although he hadn't had much contact with Lu Feng in the past, he knew Lu Feng's personality and temperament, and that he wasn't exactly a saint. So Han Buli didn't dare to continue pretending to be stupid, lest he anger Lu Feng.