Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Rong'er! I, I'm alright...!"

Yao Guangxiao struggled to sit up, then waved his hand to indicate that the other party did not need to worry.

"Are you poisoned?"

After a brief glance at Yao Guangxiao, Lu Feng noticed a faint darkening on the man's forehead. He was somewhat surprised, "Strange, when did this happen...?"

It must be said that Yao Guangxiao's physical condition was truly amazing. Even though he was poisoned and covered in wounds, he still pretended to be nonchalant, and even he didn't notice anything unusual.

"Hmm, it's that stinking rat Jiang Wuya's venomous needle...!"

Nodding slightly, Yao Guangxiao said weakly, "However, this humble monk has just circulated the last wisp of his Yuan energy and used the 'Yuan Sheng Yang Shuai Jue' to expel all the Yin Rat Poison Needles from my dantian meridians. I only need to rest and recuperate for a few days, and I will be perfectly fine...!"

"I see."

Seeing that the other party was unharmed and had expelled the poison needles from his body, Lu Feng nodded silently.

After all, even if Yao Guangxiao was seriously injured, he was still a master of the first level of the Xuan Gang Realm, and his dantian was protected by innate Gang Qi, so he was unlikely to be killed by a few small poison needles.

In addition, the opponent, with only the cultivation of the first level of the Profound Gang Realm, was able to withstand the siege and annihilation of Jiang Wuya, who was at the third level of the Profound Gang Realm, and a group of silver-ranked assassins.

This clearly shows that Yao Guangxiao was not as weak as he had imagined.

"Waaaaah, Hirotaka, you scared me to death!"

Beside her, Wan Rong was also sobbing uncontrollably. She then stepped forward and hugged Yao Guangxiao, whose face was pale, just like a worried and frightened young wife.

"Alright, alright, Rong'er, I'm fine..."

Seeing Wan Rong's concern, Yao Guangxiao's face also showed a hint of apology. He gently patted her back, his tone full of tenderness, "Rong'er, don't cry... your face won't look pretty if you cry..."

"Ugh, these two are so lovey-dovey...?"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao and his wife "showing affection" again, Lu Feng frowned slightly and turned his head away, secretly thinking, "How did these two end up together..., one a monk and the other a courtesan?"

"Whatever, it's none of my business anyway..."

"Young benefactor Lu Feng."

Just as Lu Feng was about to take his leave, Yao Guangxiao's solemn voice came from the side again.

"I have no way to repay your life-saving grace today. Apart from the spirit stones I received earlier, I will also give this item to young benefactor Lu Feng..."

Yao Guangxiao slowly pulled a sealed scroll from inside his sleeve, and solemnly handed it to Lu Feng. "This scroll was obtained by this humble monk from the Dragon Arena, and it also records a rare and invaluable treasure..."

"However, this humble monk already has Rong'er, and has little interest in this rare treasure. I hope that young benefactor Lu Feng will accept it, as a small way for this humble monk to repay a favor..."

"A rare treasure?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng's eyes lit up, and he immediately accepted the sealed scroll. "Since Fellow Daoist Yao is so sincere, then I will gladly accept it...!"

Swish!

Without the slightest hesitation, Lu Feng unfurled the scroll in his hand, but the next moment his pupils contracted, and he froze on the spot, "This, this is...?"

The scroll was completely empty, with almost nothing on it except for a few lines of bold black characters.

"The eldest daughter of the Beichen Clan, the head of the four great families of the Lianyungang Eighteen Fortresses, is publicly seeking a husband. There are no restrictions on age, background, or origin; anyone can participate..."

Seeing this, Lu Feng was even more surprised, and turned to look at Yao Guangxiao beside him, "Fellow Daoist Yao, are you kidding me? Could this be the 'rare treasure' you mentioned...?"

"Hehe, of course."

Faced with Lu Feng's questioning, Yao Guangxiao merely grinned, then, with Wan Rong's help, slowly rose to his feet, and said, "Young benefactor Lu Feng, don't underestimate this news..."

"I've heard that the Beichen clan not only ranks first among the four great families of the eighteen fortresses of Lianyun, but their eldest daughter, Beichen Wan, is also incredibly beautiful, almost like a peerless beauty...!"

"Besides, if one could gain the favor of Miss Bei Chenwan, not only would one enjoy the company of such a beautiful woman, but one would also have the opportunity to inherit the vast wealth and territory of the Bei Chen clan. Isn't that a treasure?"

At this point, Yao Guangxiao's tone became somewhat excited, and a rosy glow appeared on his pale face, as if he was quite interested in and admired the rumored eldest daughter of the Beichen clan, Beichen Wan.

"You bastard Yao Guangxiao! I knew you'd been missing lately, I couldn't even catch a glimpse of you. Turns out you've got your eye on the young lady of the Beichen clan...!"

Seeing Yao Guangxiao's eyes light up as he spoke, Wan Rong frowned slightly, then stepped forward and grabbed his ear, "You heartless bastard...!"

"What's so great about that Bei Chenwan? You don't actually plan to marry her and then abandon me, do you?"

"Tell me! Is that what you really think?!"

Wan Rong's pretty face darkened slightly, and her tone was full of anger, as if she was extremely jealous.

"No, no, no! Absolutely not...!"

"Rong'er, you've really misunderstood me...!"

Faced with Wan Rong's interrogation, Yao Guangxiao hurriedly begged for mercy, then explained, "How could I possibly be interested in that young girl, Bei Chenwan? Rong'er, I've only ever loved you in this life...!"

"real?"

Wan Rong still looked doubtful.

After all, a man's words are often deceitful, especially since Yao Guangxiao in front of us isn't a proper monk at all, but a philandering monk who indulges in all sorts of vices!

"Rong'er, that's absolutely true!"

As if afraid the other party wouldn't believe him, Yao Guangxiao raised his hand and swore an oath as he spoke.

"Bei Chen Wan, the eldest daughter of the Bei Chen clan, publicly seeks a husband..."

Beside him, Lu Feng still gripped the scroll tightly, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Fellow Daoist Yao, I'm saying you weren't being hunted down by the Dragon Arena because of this scroll, were you?"

No, not at all.

Faced with Lu Feng's curiosity, Yao Guangxiao regained his serious expression and continued, "The Three Heroes of Sikong once tried to recruit me into their group, asking me to dedicate myself to their Dragon Arena, but I have always been accustomed to being alone and free, so I refused them..."

"However, this humble monk never expected that the Three Heroes of Sikong would be so despicable and shameless, not only sending a group of assassins under their command to hunt me down, but even taking Rong'er hostage...!"

At this point, Yao Guangxiao gritted his teeth, seemingly quite displeased with the despicable actions of the Three Heroes of Sikong and the Dragon Arena.

"The Three Heroes of Sikong?"

"Is it that guy, Sikong Zhuixing?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng was also somewhat surprised.

At first, he wondered if Yao Guangxiao had offended the Dragon Arena in some way. It turned out that Yao Guangxiao, like him, was being relentlessly pursued because he refused the Dragon Arena's attempts to win him over.

"That's right, but Sikong Zhuixing isn't the only one!"

Yao Guangxiao nodded, then continued, "Rumor has it that the Three Heroes of Sikong are triplets, and their origins are not simple. The eldest is named Sikong Zhuiyang, and it is said that his strength is almost on par with a Xuan Ying Realm expert, making him the number one expert in the Dragon Arena...!"

"Besides that, the second one is Sikong Zhuiyue, known as the 'Crimson Flame Asura.' Although she is just a woman, she is also quite powerful and ruthless...!"

"And ever since Sikong Zhuiyang disappeared without a trace, his second sister, Sikong Zhuiyue, has become the nominal master of the Dragon Arena, wielding immense power and untouchable by anyone...!"

At this point, Yao Guangxiao took another deep breath, his tone slightly wary, and said, "As for Sikong Zhuixing, whom you mentioned, young benefactor Lu Feng, his strength is slightly weaker, and he ranks at the bottom of the Sikong Three Heroes. He is the younger brother of Sikong Zhuiyang and Sikong Zhuiyue..."

"To be honest, these guys are no pushovers. If the one chasing this humble monk hadn't been Jiang Wuya, but any one of the Three Heroes of Sikong, this humble monk and Rong'er would probably be dead already...!"