Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Young hero, you don't even recognize the renowned Third Master Sikong?"

Faced with Lu Feng's question, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion was also somewhat surprised.

After all, Sikong Zhuixing, who had just caused a ruckus at Baixiaoge, was no ordinary martial artist. He was one of the famous Sikong Three Heroes of the past. Not only had his cultivation reached the sixth level of Xuan Gang Realm, making his strength unfathomable, but he was also a well-known figure throughout the entire Jinling City!

"Uh, I'm new to Jinling City, so naturally I haven't heard of it..."

Lu Feng cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, revealing an awkward smile.

"Third Master Sikong, whose real name is Sikong Zhuixing, is not only fiercely independent and incredibly powerful, but he is also one of the renowned Three Heroes of Sikong in the past. His elder brother, Sikong Zhuiyang, is a veteran master who single-handedly founded the Dragon Arena!"

Seeing that Lu Feng indeed knew nothing about the matter, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion did not keep him in suspense and immediately explained with a sigh.

"So this burly, dark-faced man is actually from the Dragon Arena, and his elder brother is the mastermind behind the Dragon Arena, the legendary Sikong Zhuiyang...!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng also looked thoughtful. "No wonder this guy is so arrogant, not even putting the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion in his eyes. It turns out he has a powerful backer behind him..."

"Yes! Master Sikong is not someone to be trifled with. Even the Pavilion Master himself sometimes has to give him some leeway, let alone us servants... Hey!"

At this point, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion shook his head repeatedly, then sighed, a hint of apprehension appearing on his face.

Clearly, although he was also deeply displeased with Sikong Zhuixing's public disturbance, he did not dare to intervene for fear of angering the former!

"By the way, young hero, is there anything else you need?"

His gaze shifted, and he noticed that Lu Feng was still standing there motionless. The steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion was also a little curious and couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, it's nothing really, I just wanted to ask you guys for some information about the Wusheng Sect..."

Seeing that the other party had taken the initiative to speak, Lu Feng grinned and immediately got straight to the point.

After all, he went to great lengths to disguise himself and come to the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion in order to find out information about the Wusheng Sect and to rescue Lin Xiaoyu in the future. Since his goal has not yet been achieved, how could Lu Feng leave now?

"Hehe, young hero, you've come to the right place!"

Faced with Lu Feng's straightforwardness, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion grinned, clearly having expected this.

After all, the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion has always only done two things, and the people who come here are naturally the same: either to inquire about information or to buy and sell information. They have no other intentions!

"Young hero, our Hundred Knowledge Pavilion's intelligence is generally divided into ten levels, with level one being the lowest and level ten the highest. Naturally, the price increases with each level. May I ask which level of intelligence you would like to inquire about?"

"My friend, I don't care about ranks or anything like that. I want to find out everything about the Wusheng Sect, and if I can find out the whereabouts of the two envoys of the Wusheng Sect, that would be even better...!"

At this point, Lu Feng cupped his hands in a respectful bow again, his tone full of anticipation, "Thank you for your trouble, brother!"

"Hehe, young hero, you don't need to be so polite. As long as it's a suitable deal, our Hundred Knowledge Pavilion will do it. It's just that the price..."

With another grin, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion slowly extended his right hand, giving Lu Feng a knowing look that spoke volumes.

"Brother, this magical artifact is called the Dragon-Capturing Eagle-Shooting Bow. It's a genuine top-grade Xuan-level magical artifact. It should be enough to cover the cost of gathering information, right?"

Upon hearing the hint from the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion, Lu Feng immediately understood. He then took out a large golden bow shaped like a crescent moon and brimming with spiritual energy from his storage ring and handed it to the steward.

This bow was a gift sent to Lu Feng by Zhang Shunfei when they first met. Although Lu Feng had no intention of joining the Dragon Arena, he still managed to kill and rob, leaving behind this treasure in the end.

Besides, since breaking through to the seventh level of the Yuanhai Realm, Lu Feng has used up most of his Yuan Stones. He really doesn't have any valuable treasures to offer right now, so he can only use this Dragon-Capturing Eagle Bow as collateral.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad...!"

"This bow could easily fetch thirty to forty thousand top-grade spirit stones. If we go by the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion's pricing, that's roughly enough to inquire about information at level seven or higher!"

The steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion also raised his hand to accept the Dragon-Capturing Eagle Bow. He nodded slightly, showing some fondness for the bow, clearly very satisfied with the transaction.

"Intelligence or information at level seven or higher?"

Lu Feng was stunned for a moment.

"Young hero, please rest assured. The information about the Wusheng Sect is mostly below level six. With just a little effort from me, I can personally deliver all the information to you in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

Seeing Lu Feng hesitate, the steward of Baixiaoge cupped his hands again to reassure him, then turned and stepped towards the first floor, clearly intending to start looking through the documents there.

...

Time flew by, and half an hour passed quietly.

"How strange! We can't find anything at all, how could this be...!"

Just as Lu Feng was getting bored waiting in place, the former steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion also hurriedly returned. At this moment, his brows were furrowed and his expression was somewhat solemn.

"Brother, how are you?"

Seeing that the other party had finally returned, Lu Feng couldn't help but step forward and ask.

"Uh, to answer your question, young hero, I... found nothing!"

The steward of Baixiaoge glanced at Lu Feng, who was full of anticipation, and scratched his head. His expression became increasingly awkward. "For some reason, all the information about the Wusheng Sect that used to be in the pavilion has suddenly disappeared overnight, as if it had been deliberately erased. Even though I searched through all the bookshelves on the first to third floors, I couldn't find a single record of the Wusheng Sect..."

"Such a thing exists?!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng's brows furrowed as well, and he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, isn't your Hundred Knowledge Pavilion supposed to have five floors? We didn't find anything on the first to third floors, so what about the fourth and fifth floors? Maybe there's some information about the Wusheng Sect there...?"

"Uh, in response to your question, young hero! The third floor and above of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion are forbidden areas of this pavilion. Ordinary martial artists are generally not allowed to set foot here, unless..."

Faced with Lu Feng's question, the steward of Baixiaoge simply smiled awkwardly, then made a gesture of counting money, which was full of implications.

"Money, money, money, it's always money!"

"Damn it! If you want to live a carefree life in this world, you really can't do anything without money...!"

Upon seeing this, Lu Feng's face also darkened, and he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

"Brother, how many more spirit stones would it cost to go up to the fourth floor of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion?"

Composing himself, Lu Feng asked again.

In the world of cultivation, money is spirit stones, and spirit stones are money. Lu Feng also understands this unchanging rule.

"According to the rules of Baixiaoge, to go up to the fourth floor, you need at least 100,000 spirit stones, and those must be rare and top-grade spirit stones...!"

Seeing Lu Feng's anxious expression, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion also cupped his hands in greeting and hesitated slightly.

After all, a full 100,000 top-grade spirit stones is no small sum!

"I'll take care of the spirit stone issue. I'll give you an answer within three days at most!"

After saying this once again, Lu Feng turned and left Baixiaoge without looking back, clearly going to find a way to raise Yuan Stones.

"Alright, alright, young hero, take care! Come again next time...!"

Seeing this, the steward of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion did not dare to be negligent and immediately bowed to see Lu Feng off.

...

The following day at noon, in the Dragon Arena Hall of Jinling City's inner city...

"Fellow Daoist, I'd like to register!"

Pushing through the crowd, Lu Feng slammed his hand heavily on the counter, his voice resounding.

"What?"

Inside the counter, a middle-aged man dressed in martial arts attire looked surprised; he seemed to be one of the stewards of the Dragon Arena.

"Of course, it's a martial arts tournament!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Feng's tone remained as firm as iron, "I want to sign up for the Emerald Arena of the Dragon Arena, and at the same time, attempt the even more challenging Bloodbath Path!"