Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Thank goodness this thing wasn't lost..."

Lu Feng lay flat in the middle of the stream. The next moment, his right hand slowly reached to his chest, and he took out an exquisitely crafted diamond-shaped ring. A look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

This ring is called the "Storage Ring". It is made of special crystal and has its own internal space. Although it is not a high-level magical artifact, it can be used to store many items, which is very convenient.

When Ji Rufeng and Cui Gu were fighting each other, Lu Feng did not simply sit and wait for death. Instead, he used his internal energy to heal his injuries while secretly scavenging the battlefield.

The storage ring in his hand was looted from the corpses of the two plunderers.

"This is... a storage ring?"

Gu Canyang's remnant soul slowly drifted out, his aged face showing some surprise. "Young man from the Lu family, you really have guts. Even on the verge of death, you don't forget to take advantage of others..."

Although the storage ring in the other party's hand was not of a high level, but only a common low-level storage ring, which was only worth seven or eight hundred taels of gold on the martial arts black market, its internal space was at least several feet in diameter.

Besides, Cai Kun and others, who were known as the "Twin Heroes of Life-Plundering," were all martial artists at the fifth level of the Body Refinement Realm in their lifetimes. Their storage rings must have some surplus wealth, so why not take it?

My mother once told me that it is shameful to waste one's life.

"Why wouldn't we take this treasure that's been delivered right to our doorstep?"

Lu Feng grinned as he fiddled with the storage ring in his hand.

"This kid is so cunning at such a young age, and he's managed to escape danger so many times. He's destined for greatness..."

"If I could take this boy as my disciple now, it would be a good choice. He might even help me avenge myself..."

Upon seeing this, Gu Canyang narrowed his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashing in his pupils, as if recalling some deep-seated hatred.

...

"Is your body almost able to move again...?"

Taking a deep breath, Lu Feng slowly stretched out his right hand. His face was still pale and bloodless, and he felt a series of sharp pains all over his body, indicating that his injuries had not fully healed.

Although he had consumed many Body Tempering Pills in the past and had the support of a fourth-level Body Refinement Realm cultivation, the recovery speed of his injuries was still very slow.

After all, the "Spirit Guiding Technique" he cultivated was only a third-rate technique.

Besides, Lu Feng's dantian currently has very limited Yuan energy that he can mobilize, making him almost no different from an ordinary mortal. It would take him at least seven or eight days to recover to his peak condition.

"Fine, this will give me some peace and quiet, so those stinking rats won't bother me again..."

Lu Feng observed his surroundings, and the weight that had been hanging over him finally lifted.

During this period of time, he spent his days either cultivating or running for his life. He was like a fully drawn bow, always on edge, and dared not relax for even a moment.

However, Lu Feng's current predicament at the bottom of this deep valley can be considered a blessing in disguise. Firstly, he can avoid the subsequent pursuit by the Tomb Raiders, and secondly, he can take the opportunity to heal his injuries and go into seclusion to consolidate his newly broken-through cultivation.

Splash!

The sound of the flowing stream gradually diminished, and Lu Feng's body drifted with the current until he finally got stuck behind a rock and could no longer move forward.

"Has the stream reached its end?"

Lu Feng's expression hardened, and the next moment he tried to slowly get up, while his gaze swept around the valley.

The once turbulent stream was now abruptly separated by a huge rock. The left side continued to flow, while the right side took a different path, gradually converging into an icy spring, from which a faint chill emanated.

"Ouch...it's so cold!"

As Lu Feng approached the icy spring, he felt a bone-chilling cold rush towards him, as if it were about to pierce through his body and freeze him stiff. He couldn't help but shiver.

"Where is this place...?"

Click!

Just then, a sharp, piercing sound of ice breaking suddenly rang out.

Swish!

The next moment, a gray fish about six inches long suddenly leaped out from under the ice spring. It opened its blood-red mouth and bared its sharp teeth at Lu Feng, who was not far away, as if it regarded him as its prey.

"Clapping!"

The unexpected change occurred, and Lu Feng's eyes turned cold. He immediately circulated the little Yuan Power he had left in his body and unleashed a palm strike from a distance.

*Sizzle...!*

The Yuanli palm strike swept over, instantly gutting the gray monster fish and tearing it in two, its blood staining the ground.

Click...! Click...!

Before Lu Feng could react, a series of ice-breaking explosions came from around the ice spring, and then five or six strange gray fish emerged from it, as if they had smelled the scent of their prey, and attacked him in groups.

"besides...?!"

Faced with the sudden attack of the strange fish swarm, Lu Feng couldn't help but frown slightly. He immediately unleashed another palm strike, while simultaneously retreating rapidly towards the shore behind him.

Although these gray monsters are currently weak and cannot even be considered yellow-rank demonic beasts, their sheer numbers make them incredibly numerous, like a swarm of locusts crossing a river, making them impossible to defend against.

Moreover, Lu Feng's strength has not yet recovered, and he is inevitably somewhat overwhelmed when facing the siege of these gray monster fish.

Bah!Bah!Bah!

With a single palm strike, he killed several gray monster fish, splattering blood everywhere. Lu Feng also used the momentum to retreat, his figure slowly landing behind him.

"What a formidable fish! Although its demonic aura isn't strong, its fangs are incredibly sharp. If an ordinary martial artist below the third level of Body Refinement were to be bitten by it, they probably wouldn't be able to withstand it..."

Looking down at the deep, blood-red wound on his right palm, Lu Feng's expression turned solemn, a hint of lingering fear appearing on his face.

In the Misty Continent, besides human martial artists, many other demonic beast races also inhabit the land.

These demonic beast races are also strictly hierarchical, generally divided into four ranks: Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow, based on the strength of their bloodline demonic power. Among them, Heaven-rank demonic beasts are the strongest, and Yellow-rank demonic beasts are the weakest.

As for those above the Heavenly Rank, they are the legendary King-Rank demonic beasts, who are powerful "demon kings" who can not only speak human language and transform into human form, but also possess terrifying strength, capable of easily shattering mountains and rivers and stirring up the world!

However, with his current abilities, Lu Feng is unlikely to encounter a powerful being like the Demon King for the time being, and even if he did, it wouldn't be a good thing.

After all, human martial artists and the various races of demon beasts have always been enemies, with both sides having a tradition of hunting each other. If Lu Feng were to be targeted by a demon king, he would probably die on the spot in no time.

"It seems these strange fish have a limited range of activity..."

Back on shore, Lu Feng found that the ice spring in front of him had returned to calm, and no more gray fish were leaping out of it. Only a few gaps remained on the ice.

"Perhaps there's a pattern to this, something I can even use to my advantage...!"

Lu Feng suddenly had a flash of inspiration, as if he had come up with an idea.