Hundred Treasures Pavilion

Liu Suifeng broke the clay seal on the wine jar, and a rich aroma of wine instantly filled the entire private room.

The aroma was rich but not overpowering, with a hint of burnt fragrance that made your throat itch just from smelling it.

He picked up the wine jar and poured a large bowl full for Lu Feng.

"Brother Lu, the food here is so-so, but the wine is really good. It's a specialty of Linfeng City; you can't find it anywhere else."

"Come on, have a taste!"

The two men raised their wine bowls, clinked them together, and each took a large gulp.

The moment the wine entered his mouth, Lu Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.

It's strong, but not harsh on the throat.

A warm current flowed from his throat straight through his chest and abdomen, then transformed into a warm breath that spread into his limbs, leaving a faint, lingering aroma of roasted meat in his mouth.

It was better than any wine he had ever drunk before.

If this bowl of wine were in Lin'an City, it would probably sell for a sky-high price of one or two taels of silver.

"Good wine!"

He put down his bowl and sincerely praised it.

After a few rounds of drinks, Liu Suifeng became noticeably more talkative.

Two blushes rose to his cheeks, and his gestures became larger as he spoke.

"Brother Lu, there's a great place in Linfeng City called Drunken Red Pavilion. The girls there are absolutely stunning..."

Liu Suifeng leaned closer, lowered his voice, and wore a knowing smile that all men understood.

"Want to come along?"

"You've had quite an energy-consuming day, Brother Liu, just enjoy yourself." Lu Feng said calmly, pushing the offer back.

"Alright, alright!"

Liu Suifeng didn't press the matter, and drank another half bowl of wine before suddenly changing the subject.

"By the way, Brother Lu, the sword you were using today seemed to be a second-tier one?"

"With your strength, a second-tier sword is no longer worthy of you. Why don't you get a better one?"

"I haven't found a suitable one yet. I'm getting used to using this Six Harmonies Saber."

Lu Feng put down his wine bowl; he was telling the truth.

The Six Harmonies Saber can barely break through the defenses of a third-tier demon beast, but it is powerless against a fourth-tier one.

He felt it when he slew the silver giant wolf today; the resistance when the blade cut into the fur was significantly greater than before.

Although he also had some in the Merit Hall, he didn't expect his strength to improve so quickly.

"I'll take you to a great place first thing tomorrow morning!"

Liu Suifeng blinked, without specifying where, but poured himself another bowl of wine and downed it in one gulp.

Half an hour later, the two had finished their meal and drinks.

Liu Suifeng pushed away his bowl, stood up, waved to Lu Feng, and hummed a little tune as he strolled towards the direction of the Drunken Red Pavilion.

Lu Feng returned to his room alone, closed the door behind him, sat cross-legged on the bed, and opened the system panel.

[Host: Lu Feng;]

[Cultivation Level: Hua Jin Perfection Realm]

[Cultivation Techniques: Five Elements Primordial Chaos Art (Progress 77.1%); Phantom Steps (Minor Success); Hundred Beasts Body Tempering Art (Level 1); Tyrant Saber Art (Not Yet Entered)]

[Perfected Martial Arts: Nine Layered Wave Slashes (Level 3), Gale Slash, Gale Saber Art, Carefree Steps, Treading on Snow Without a Trace, Cold Plum Jin, Golden Bell Shield, Iron Cloth Shirt...]

[Demon Points: 1,400,000]

His gaze swept back and forth across the various martial arts techniques.

There's no rush to improve my cultivation yet. The second level of the Hundred Beasts Body Tempering Art requires the essence blood of ten second-tier demonic beasts, and I'm still a few short.

The skills that can be immediately converted into combat power are Phantom Steps and Tyrant Saber Art.

"System, upgrade Phantom Steps to its maximum level!"

[Ding! Upgrading Phantom Steps to its maximum level requires 700,000 Demon Points. Confirm upgrade?]

"Confirm!"

moment,

A vast amount of cultivation experience flooded into his mind.

This time, the volume far exceeds any previous increase.

Within the sea of consciousness, the figure continuously performed the Phantom Steps, progressing from a single afterimage to two, then to three. The transitions between the three afterimages went from clumsy to smooth, eventually becoming so fast that the gaps between them were almost imperceptible.

Lu Feng opened his eyes, circulated his Nei Jin, and his figure swayed.

Three Lu Feng appeared in the room at the same time.

One stood by the bed, one sat at the table, and one stood by the window.

The three figures shared the same aura, the same folds in their robes, and even the same facial expressions.

With a thought, his true form instantly switched between the three afterimages several times.

The movement of the body is completely invisible to the naked eye.

The three afterimages each lasted for about ten breaths before slowly dissipating.

"Truly worthy of being Grandmaster- level movement technique. Even Grandmaster himself wouldn't be able to distinguish the real from the fake in such a hurry."

Lu Feng nodded in satisfaction.

The tactic of suddenly creating three afterimages during battle to confuse the opponent, and then switching between them to launch a surprise attack, is more deadly than the afterimages themselves.

He sat down cross-legged again, turning his gaze to the next technique.

"System, upgrade the Tyrant Saber Art to its peak!"

[Ding! Upgrading the Tyrant Saber Art to its maximum level requires 180,000 Demon Points. Confirm upgrade?]

"Confirm!"

Another surge of cultivation experience flowed in.

[Tyrant Saber Art (Perfected)]

Lu Feng opened his eyes but did not test his moves in the room.

He placed the knife beside his pillow, lay down fully clothed, rested his hand on the hilt of the knife, and closed his eyes.

Occasionally, a few barks of dogs and the sound of the night watchman's clapper could be heard outside the window, before gradually fading into silence.

The next morning, Liu Suifeng's voice came from outside the door, full of energy, and there was no trace of his visit to the Drunken Red Pavilion the night before.

"Brother Lu! Are you up yet? Come on, I'll show you some good stuff!"

Lu Feng got up and opened the door.

Liu Suifeng had changed into a clean, moon-white robe, his hair was neatly tied up, and he looked refreshed, indicating that he had enjoyed a good time at the Drunken Red Pavilion last night.

Liu Suifeng led Lu Feng through two long streets and stopped in front of a pavilion.

The pavilion has flying eaves and brackets, and is made entirely of a dark ironwood. Above the door hangs a sandalwood plaque with three gilded characters: "Hundred Treasures Pavilion".

"Hundred Treasures Pavilion, the largest one in Linfeng City."

Liu Suifeng gave a casual introduction before striding across the threshold.

The Hundred Treasures Pavilion has three floors.

The lobby on the first floor was extremely spacious, with more than a dozen rows of shelves neatly arranged, displaying gleaming swords, spears, and halberds, and densely packed elixirs and jade bottles.

Many martial artists were selecting items in front of the shelves, their cultivation levels ranging from Ming Jin to Hua Jin.

Lu Feng's gaze swept across the shelves; most of the weapons were first and second tiers, and the pills were mainly of the Ming Jin and Nei Jin types.

"Take us to the third floor."

Liu Suifeng took out a token from his pocket and waved it in front of the approaching maid.

The token flashed with silver light, and the maid's expression instantly changed from a professional smile to heartfelt respect. She bowed deeply and stepped aside to lead the way.

When Lu Feng saw the token, his eyes narrowed slightly.

It is half the size of a palm, made of silver, and has the word "Zhu" engraved on the front.

This design is almost identical to the token Su Ying gave him back then.

As the stairs spiraled upwards, Lu Feng glanced through the window when he passed the second floor.

The second floor is much smaller than the first floor, the shelves are also much sparser, and the items on display are of a significantly higher quality.

Several tier-three longswords were displayed on the sword rack.

The jade bottles in the pill section were sealed with a restriction, leaving only the labels on the outside.

We've reached the third floor.

The maid led the two to the top of the stairs and then bowed and retreated, without even stepping onto the third floor.