Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Third Master, what should we do next?"

Seeing that Sikong Zhuixing was furious and remained silent, a black-clad assassin next to him mustered up his courage and stepped forward to ask.

Although they failed to capture Lu Feng this time, the Dragon Arena has already issued a wide-ranging wanted notice and offered a high reward for his head. As long as Lu Feng is still in Jinling City or even Yingtian Prefecture, he will not be able to escape their inescapable net!

"Hmph, keep searching!"

"Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I'll get that little bastard surnamed Lu out of here. I'm determined to chop his head off and use it as a football!"

With another cold snort, Sikong Zhuixing waved his hand and ordered the group of black-clad assassins around him to step back.

"Yes, Third Master!"

Upon hearing the order, the group of black-clad assassins scattered and disappeared into the shadows.

As for Sikong Zhuixing himself, he did not continue to cause trouble for "Zhu Hao" in front of him. He immediately leaped into the sky and disappeared into the vast clouds, seemingly only wanting to catch Lu Feng.

However, Sikong Zhuixing's tiny brain couldn't possibly have imagined that Lu Feng, whom he was determined to capture, was actually right in front of him, not just far away, but in disguise, and was none other than the "Zhu Hao" in front of him!

"Phew, I've finally escaped death...!"

Seeing Sikong Zhuixing and the others leave in an instant, Lu Feng, who had been tense the whole time, finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he felt a cold sweat slowly dripping down his back, as if he was about to lose his composure if he dragged it out any longer!

After all, unless absolutely necessary, he didn't want to confront Sikong Zhuixing and the others head-on.

It wasn't that Lu Feng was cowardly or afraid of trouble, but rather that there was simply no need to gamble!

Although Sikong Zhuixing is not very bright, he is still one of the three outstanding figures of Sikong. At the same time, his cultivation has reached the sixth level of the Xuan Gang Realm, which is quite impressive. Not to mention that he also has a group of silver-level assassins following him.

With Lu Feng's mere cultivation at the ninth level of the Yuanhai Realm, it would undoubtedly be difficult for him to kill the group of Dragon Arena assassins led by Sikong Zhuixing, and his chances of winning would be less than 20%!

Therefore, this is why Lu Feng would rather pretend to be oblivious than engage in a direct confrontation.

He would never engage in a battle he wasn't confident of winning!

"Young Master Lu, the Yuan energy aura of those assassins from the Dragon Arena has disappeared within a hundred miles. Those guys must have really gone far away. What do you plan to do next?"

At this moment, realizing that the crisis had been averted, Gu Canyang also emerged from the treasure basin.

Although he is currently only a remnant soul spirit with virtually no combat power, he was, after all, an old monster who lived for tens of thousands of years in his previous life, and his experience, knowledge, and perception are still intact.

Therefore, the moment Sikong Zhuixing and the others hurriedly left, Gu Canyang, who was inside the treasure basin, also noticed something.

"Of course, we'll go to Hedong Prefecture, to the Eighteen Forts of Lianyungang!"

He also dusted himself off and said with a determined look.

"Hedong Prefecture, the Eighteen Forts of Lianyungang?"

Gu Canyang paused for a moment, then stroked his long beard, as if he had remembered something. "Right, the level 10 intelligence report sold by Baixiaoge mentioned something about the suspected presence of the two envoys of the Wusheng Sect here. The situation is very suspicious..."

"Hey kid, you wouldn't be thinking of...."

"That's right...!"

Lu Feng nodded emphatically again, interrupting Gu Canyang's surprise, "Back then, Xiaoyu was kidnapped by that demonic witch Leng Youlan. No matter the cost, I will rescue Xiaoyu...!"

"Xiaoyu, she's not only my apprentice, but also my closest family member. I... will never abandon her!"

Lu Feng remained resolute, his fists clenched tightly beneath his sleeves.

After all, he had searched almost all over Yingtian Prefecture of Xuan Song Kingdom in order to find Lin Xiaoyu's whereabouts. Now, he had finally managed to find out a trace of her in Lianyun Eighteen Forts in Hedong Prefecture. Lu Feng would naturally not miss this opportunity!

"Hey, you little rascal, you really are after a woman after all..."

Seeing that Lu Feng's mind was made up, Gu Canyang only sighed slightly, seemingly disappointed in him, but he did not stop him. "However, as a real man, if you can't even protect the woman you love, then you are indeed a waste..."

"Young Master Lu, I won't stop you from heading to the Eighteen Forts of Lianyun in Hedong Prefecture. However, you'd better proceed with caution and avoid being high-profile, lest you alert the enemy..."

Gu Canyang spoke in a still melancholy tone.

"To stir up trouble?"

Seeing Gu Canyang's solemn expression, Lu Feng became curious and asked, "Old Gu, I don't quite understand what you mean...?"

"I secretly consulted relevant information at the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion before. Although the Lianyun Eighteen Fortresses are not a large area, they are full of experts and are ruled by four top aristocratic families. Their strength and resources are no less than those of the Dragon Arena in Jinling City..."

Without directly responding to Lu Feng's curiosity, Gu Canyang stroked his long beard and then said in a deep voice, "Not only that, according to the records of the Hundred Knowledge Pavilion, the Eighteen Fortresses of Lianyun have always been closed off and exclusive, with very few outside martial artists entering or leaving..."

"But the two envoys of the Wusheng Sect are currently appearing around the eighteen fortresses of Lianyun, which is far too suspicious..."

"Old Gu, could it be that... the four great families of the Eighteen Fortresses of Lianyun might also be colluding with those demons of the Wusheng Sect?"

Upon hearing this, the naturally intelligent Lu Feng instantly understood the meaning behind the other person's words.

After all, a remote place that has always been closed off and exclusive to outsiders is unlikely to have such frequent contact with the outside world unless the two sides collude with each other, let alone the Wusheng Sect, a remnant of a demonic sect that everyone hates.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out."

Nodding slightly, Gu Canyang continued unhurriedly, "That's why I told you to be extremely careful, otherwise, if those demonic cultists from the Wusheng Sect find out, not only will you not be able to save Lin Xiaoyu, but you might even lose your own life...!"

"Old man, I understand, I'll be careful...!"

Faced with Gu Canyang's warning, Lu Feng also took a deep breath, then turned and left the waterfall, speeding towards the location of the Lianyun Eighteen Fortresses in Hedong Prefecture.

As the other party said, if Lianyun Eighteen Fortresses really does become one of the strongholds of the Wusheng Sect, then things will become somewhat troublesome.

However, rescuing Lin Xiaoyu was the most important thing on Lu Feng's mind, and he had to go even if there was great danger!

...

In the border region of Hedong Prefecture, in the Xuan Song Kingdom, there was a precipice.

Rumble...!

A loud explosion of energy clashing echoed from afar, and the next moment a black-robed figure coughed up blood and retreated violently, like a kite with a broken string, almost falling off a cliff before finally managing to stop himself. He looked extremely disheveled!

As for the area around the cliff, it was surrounded by a group of menacing assassins dressed in black. The leader of them was dressed in black, short in stature, and looked like a hunchbacked rat from a distance, posing almost no threat.

However, the Yuan energy aura emanating from the man in black was incredibly powerful, having reached the third level of the Xuan Gang Realm. He was none other than Jiang Wuya, one of the four top assassins of the Dragon Arena in the past, the Yin Rat Poison Master!

As for the unfortunate fellow being besieged on the other side of the cliff, he is also one of Lu Feng's "old acquaintances," the "Black-Clad Eccentric Monk" Yao Guangxiao, with whom he had met once before!

"Hmph, you bald-headed monk!"

"With your pathetic skills, you dare to fight with Jiang? You bald monk, are you tired of living...!"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao cough up blood and fall to the ground again, Jiang Wuya also raised the corners of his mouth slightly. At this moment, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain, as if the former was already a person who was bound to die!

Although Yao Guangxiao was a Xuan Gang Realm expert like him and had also comprehended the Innate Gang Qi, the former had only recently broken through to the first level of the Xuan Gang Realm, while Jiang Wuya himself was a genuine Xuan Gang Realm third level expert!

For a martial artist in the Profound Gang Realm, the difference between each realm is enormous, almost like the difference between clouds and mud. Right now, Yao Guangxiao is two whole minor realms behind Jiang Wuya, so he is naturally no match for the latter!

Meanwhile, in a hidden thicket not far from the cliff

Shh...!

A soft rustling sound was heard, and the next moment a head slowly peeked out from the bushes, revealing a slightly handsome young face.

"Huh? That bald guy over there looks like... the strange monk in black, Yao Guangxiao?"

His gaze fell on the cliff not far away, and he saw Yao Guangxiao surrounded by a group of assassins in black, in a critical situation. Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, then looked surprised. "Strange, why is this guy also being targeted by the Dragon Arena...?"