Fantasy, starting with a treasure bowl

"Lu Feng, do you think these people are also after the Loyal King's legacy?"

Ren Xuanfei, whose gaze also fell upon the various forces gathering around her, turned to look at Lu Feng beside her and asked in a low voice.

"nonsense."

Lu Feng shrugged, then said without hesitation, "Could it be that these people went through all that trouble just to have a group picnic and barbecue here?"

Swish!

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Feng felt a deep chill creep up from behind, and his whole body shivered involuntarily.

"Uh, Miss Ren, I didn't mean anything by it. Actually, I wanted to say..."

Seeing Ren Xuanfei looking at him with a resentful expression, like a wronged little wife, Lu Feng awkwardly scratched his head and quickly explained, "The Prince of Zhong was the strongest vassal king of the former Yan Han Dynasty. Even a Spirit Soul Realm expert would be tempted by his legacy, let alone these people now."

"Lu Feng, it is said that the Yan Han Dynasty once unified the four kingdoms of Lingnan at its peak, and His Highness the Loyal King single-handedly resisted the invasion of the southern barbarian tribes from beyond the Great Wall, protecting the lives of countless civilians. The legacy of such a hero cannot fall into the hands of these villains!"

Faced with Lu Feng's initiative to "make amends," Ren Xuanfei smiled, like a victorious rooster, regaining her usual cheerfulness.

"That being said, it's not easy to snatch food from a tiger's mouth."

Lu Feng nodded and looked towards the depths of the tomb palace opposite.

Deep within the tomb, an unnamed skeleton draped in a python robe lay quietly on a golden throne. However, due to the passage of time, most of the skeleton had turned to dust, leaving only half an empty frame. Within it, a perfectly round relic, shaped like a dragon's eye, could be vaguely seen.

Beside the relic were scattered some weapons and magical treasures, as well as an unopened golden treasure chest, which seemed to be the burial goods of the owner of this skeleton. Moreover, the quality of the weapons and magical treasures was not low, with even the lowest grade being above the fifth rank!

Clearly, the unidentified skeleton before us is none other than the once-famous and most powerful vassal king of the Yan Han Dynasty, the Loyal King!

"Hehe, I have lived for 120 years, and I thought that the path of cultivation had long since come to an end, and that I would never have any hope of breaking through again in this life. I never expected that I would be able to glimpse the legacy left by the strongest prince of the former Yan Han Dynasty. It is truly a case of heaven never closing the door on a path...!"

Among the crowd, a lame old man wearing a straw raincoat was excited. His right hand, which was holding a cane, was trembling wildly, as if an old monk who had not been near a woman for ten years had suddenly stumbled into a brothel and was about to unleash his full power at any moment.

The lame old man was not weak; his cultivation had reached the third level of the Meridian Opening Realm, comparable to Jia Youqian, the young master of the Tianxia Merchant Guild. However, due to his advanced age and severe aging of his physical functions, his overall strength was slightly weaker than that of other martial artists of the same level.

"This old man looks kind of familiar..."

"I remember now! Could this man be the infamous 'Eight-Handed Old Monster,' who once struck fear into the hearts of countless courtesans?"

"The Eight-Armed Old Monster? Impossible! Didn't that old geezer pass away thirty years ago? How can he still be alive...!"

At this moment, a commotion suddenly arose in the crowd, as if some of the independent cultivators present had also recognized the lame old man's origins.

"May I ask, sir, who is this Eight-Handed Old Monster? He sounds quite formidable?"

Lu Feng glanced at the limping old man, a look of doubt on his face, and then bowed slightly to a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf beside him.

After all, he hadn't been practicing martial arts and cultivating immortality for very long. Not to mention the entire Dongyun Kingdom, even in the small Qinghe County, he was completely unaware of the names of many veteran rogue cultivators.

"Young man, you've never even heard of the Eight-Armed Monster?"

Faced with Lu Feng's question, the middle-aged man was also taken aback for a moment, and then explained, "This old man's name is Ding Shiqun. He is a martial artist from the Southern Yue Kingdom, not from the Eastern Yun Kingdom. It is said that before he was forty years old, he was just an ordinary farmer."

"However, one day he accidentally fell off a cliff, but not only was he unharmed, he also gained an incredible opportunity, thus embarking on the path of martial arts and greatly increasing his strength...!"

"Not only that, that old bastard Ding Shiqun once achieved the remarkable feat of single-handedly fighting eight top courtesans in one night, without ever losing his erection, earning him the nickname 'Eight-Handed Old Monster' in the martial arts world!"

At this point, the middle-aged man couldn't help but show a sigh, with a hint of envy in his words.

"Wow, that's really impressive!"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng was stunned for a moment, then grinned as if recalling some erotic scene.

"Lu Feng, it seems you envy him too..."

Seeing Lu Feng's wicked grin, Ren Xuanfei couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, then curled her lips and said in a slightly sarcastic tone.

"Ahem, Miss Ren, I was just joking. How could I possibly envy such a lustful old man with a pockmarked face..."

Faced with Ren Xuanfei's sarcastic remarks, Lu Feng coughed a few times, then suppressed his smile and said righteously, "In my opinion, this old thing went too far when he was young, which is why his cultivation has stagnated and he's ended up looking so sickly now. He deserves it!"

Although it's a man's nature, Lu Feng also knows his limits. Right now, he still needs to leave a good impression on Ren Xuanfei, since she still owes him a life-saving favor. He'll need to ask Ren Xuanfei for the treasure as a reward in the future!

...

Meanwhile, the Beihai Sword Sect team

Jiang Beihai crossed his arms, his gaze intense, staring intently at the remains of the Loyal King and the relics on the golden throne opposite him.

After all, this relic contains a portion of the essence and vital energy of the Loyal King during his lifetime. If one can absorb and refine it, not only will his cultivation level increase greatly, but he may even break through the shackles of his realm and become a Spirit Soul Realm expert!

"Hasn't Gu Bushang arrived yet?"

Seemingly remembering something, Jiang Beihai turned around and glanced at a young disciple beside him.

"Reporting to the Sect Master, I have sent several messages by carrier pigeon over the past few days, but I have not received a reply from my senior brother yet. Moreover, even the disciples who are with my senior brother have disappeared without a trace..."

The young disciple bowed and stepped forward, then cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards Jiang Beihai, his tone revealing a hint of nervousness.

"Still no news?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Beihai frowned slightly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart.

Although Gu Bushang's cultivation level was only average, at the eighth level of the Condensation Realm, he was still the eldest disciple under his command, and he had a group of fellow disciples following him. Logically speaking, ordinary martial artists would have no chance against him.

However, Jiang Beihai never imagined that his highly anticipated eldest disciple had already died and disappeared, and had been refined into a flawless golden corpse by Yun Zhonghe, a master on the villain list. As for the latter, he died tragically at the hands of Lu Feng.

"That's enough!"

"Seizing the throne of the Loyal King is of utmost importance!"

Gathering his thoughts, Jiang Beihai stopped thinking and immediately leaped forward, charging towards the golden throne opposite him!

After all, compared to the life and safety of his eldest disciple, he was more concerned about the legendary succession of the Loyal King.

Swish!

Just as Jiang Beihai was about to approach the golden throne, a figure in brocade robes suddenly appeared from the side and blocked his way. A faint smile appeared on the handsome, fair face of the figure. "Sect Master Jiang, how have you been?"

"It's you again!"

When his figure was suddenly blocked, Jiang Beihai's eyes narrowed, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

The person blocking his way was none other than Qin Dingze, the young master of the Qin family, the most prestigious family in Fancheng, Qinghe County!

"Qin Dingce, do you intend to stop me? Others may be wary of your Qin family, but I am not afraid of your Qin family!"

Slowly drawing his natal sword from his waist, Jiang Beihai said in a cold, threatening voice, "If you don't want to die, I advise you to get out of my way!"

"Hehe, Sect Leader Jiang, you certainly have a grand style. The Loyal King's legacy is currently ownerless and available to everyone. Yet your North Sea Blade Sect wants to monopolize this opportunity. You truly underestimate me..."

Despite Jiang Beihai's threat, Qin Dingce maintained a faint smile, seemingly confident of victory and not taking the threat seriously.