Chapter 14: The Secret of the White-Swung Swordsmen
The sudden attack by the messenger of the Black Wind Cult plunged Li Yunfan into a life-threatening situation. However, the appearance of the enigmatic White Sword Cultist was like a ray of hope, illuminating his fear in his heart.
"Who are you? Why are you saving me?" Li Yunfan asked the swordsman who suddenly appeared while maintaining alertness towards the messenger of the Black Wind Cult.
The white-cloaked swordsman smiled slightly, his blade's tip pointing obliquely to the ground, and his eyes revealed a sense of composure: "My name is Feng Wuhen. I used to be a wandering swordsman. I have a grudge with the Black Wind Cult, so I cannot stand by and let them do evil."
The messenger of the Black Wind Cult sneered coldly, "Feng Wuhen, I didn't expect you to be alive. However, today you will probably die here."
Feng Wuhen's eyes flickered with a trace of coldness: "We'll see if you have the ability to do so."
Before the words had faded, Feng Wuhen's sword had already moved. His swordplay flowed like clouds and rivers, with every slash containing an unimaginable power. The messenger of the Black Wind Cult hurriedly mobilized all his strength to engage in a fierce duel with Feng Wuhen.
Li Yunfan wasn't idle either. He activated the "Starfield Secret Scripture" and focused the power of stars on his sword, joining the battle. Although their swordsmanship styles were vastly different, both were incredibly powerful. The messenger of the Black Wind Cult quickly found himself in a disadvantageous position.
"Do you think that's enough to defeat me?" the messenger of the Black Wind Cult suddenly burst into mad laughter, and a strange black mist began to emanate from his body. His power seemed to increase several times in an instant.
Feng Wuhen's expression grew serious: "This is the forbidden technique of the Black Wind Cult. Be careful everyone."
Li Yunfan nodded. He could feel the evil power emanating from the messenger of the Black Wind Cult, and he mentally braced himself.
The battle escalated once more, with the messenger of the Black Wind Cult's attacks becoming even more frenzied, each strike carrying a destructive force. Feng Wuhen and Li Yunfan had to exert their full effort just to barely defend themselves.
At that moment, Feng Wuhen suddenly executed a sword technique. Although this move appeared simple, it contained the power of the heavens and earth, directly breaking through the messenger of the Black Wind Cult's defense and hitting his vital spot.
The messenger of the Black Wind Cult let out a wretched shriek. His body dissipated in the black mist, leaving behind only a black token.
After the battle, Li Yunfan and Feng Wuhen both felt a hint of fatigue. They sat on the ground, beginning to discuss the conspiracy of the Black Wind Cult.
"The power of the Black Wind Cult is far beyond our imagination. We must find their headquarters to truly solve the problem," Feng Wuhen said in a serious tone.
Li Yunfan nodded: "I agree, but we also need more information and strength."
Feng Wuhen took out a tattered map from his bosom: "This is something I obtained by chance. It marks a secret stronghold of the Black Wind Cult. Perhaps we can find some clues there."
Li Yunfan took the map, his eyes flashing with determination: "Then we will go there to uncover the true nature of the Black Wind Cult."
The two decided to explore the secret stronghold before Lin Feng's return. They knew it would be a dangerous journey, but they did not retreat because they knew that only by exposing the Black Wind Cult's conspiracy could they protect their village and their own relatives.
