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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away on the edge of the Black Wind Mountains, a meticulously planned "chance encounter" is quietly unfolding.

Eagle's Beak, a name that truly lives up to its name. It is a precipitous cliff that juts out like the sharp beak of an eagle, overlooking a deep abyss. The turbulent Blackwater River roars through the valley floor, its sound like thunder.

Only a narrow, winding path of loose stones leads to the top of the cliff, with jagged rocks on both sides and a fierce wind that makes one's clothes flutter.

Just past noon, a group of about fifteen or sixteen white-robed cultivators were cautiously making their way along the path. Each of them wore a long sword at their waist, exuding a sharp aura as they scanned their surroundings. The leader was a middle-aged deacon with a stern face, whose cultivation was at the peak of the early Foundation Establishment stage. He was none other than Liu Feng, the deacon of the Heavenly Sword Sect's patrol team stationed on the outskirts of the Black Wind Mountain Range.

"Pay attention! This Eagle's Beak is a shortcut to 'Ghost Valley,' and things haven't been peaceful lately. Don't let yourselves get caught off guard!" Liu Feng shouted in a deep voice, his hand always on the hilt of his sword. Recently, rumors about the "Mysterious Yin Realm" and the unusual activities of the Mysterious Yin Sect have been rampant. The higher-ups have issued strict orders to double the patrol intensity, and he dares not be careless in the slightest.

"Yes, Uncle Liu!" the disciples responded in unison, their sword energy faintly connecting into one.

Just as the group was about to pass through the narrowest part of the eagle's beak, a sudden change occurred!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several jet-black arrows, exuding a chilling and malevolent aura, shot out without warning from the pile of rocks to the side, moving with lightning speed, heading straight for the disciples at the front of the group! The sound of the arrows piercing the air was sharp and ear-piercing, clearly containing extremely strong Yin energy!

"Enemy attack! Form sword formation!" Liu Feng reacted swiftly, shouting as his longsword clattered from its sheath, transforming into a dazzling sword light that instantly cleaved away two incoming arrows. However, the two late-stage Qi Refining disciples behind him were a beat too slow. Their protective sword energy was eroded by the Yin energy contained in the arrows, causing them to groan and stagger backward, their faces instantly turning ashen.

"The Xuan Yin Sect's Bone-Corroding Arrow! It's the Xuan Yin sorcerer!" a disciple shouted in shock and anger.

Behind the rubble ahead, a dozen or so figures emerged, dressed in black, wearing ghost masks, each surrounded by a chilling aura and exuding menacing power. The leader was exceptionally burly; though masked, his fierce presence and the faint power of his blood and qi made even Liu Feng feel a sense of pressure—he was clearly a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator!

"Hehehe... You scum from the Heavenly Sword Sect, you have a keen nose! Too bad, you've found us grandpas, so you'll have to leave your lives behind!" The burly leader let out a hoarse and unpleasant savage laugh. His voice had been deliberately altered, but his savagery was still undeniable.

He waved his hand dismissively, "Brothers, kill! Leave no one alive!"

Before he finished speaking, the masked men behind him pounced on him like ghosts, brandishing all sorts of strange weapons, creating gusts of cold wind and ghostly shadows, their attacks ruthless and vicious.

"Form the Three Talents Sword Formation! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Liu Feng was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected that the Xuan Yin Sect would dare to venture so deep into this place to set up an ambush! He drew his longsword and took the lead in meeting the burly leader. His sword light was like a waterfall, and it collided fiercely with the opponent's pair of iron fists that were covered in black energy!

"boom!"

The clash of their energies produced a dull, resounding boom! Liu Feng felt an immense force surge towards him, his sword trembled violently, his blood surged, and he was forced back three steps! His opponent, however, merely swayed slightly before lunging forward again!

"Such a strong physique! He's a body cultivator!" Liu Feng's heart sank. He knew he had met a tough opponent. He quickly focused his mind and unleashed his swordsmanship, which flowed like a gentle drizzle, trying to entangle his opponent.

At the same time, the disciples of both sides clashed in battle. Swords flashed, ghostly figures whistled, and the sounds of metal clashing, spells exploding, and screams echoed throughout the canyon!

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect possessed fierce swordsmanship and excellent teamwork, but the Xuan Yin Sect (pseudo) members were all exceptionally fierce, fighting with their lives on the line. In addition, their Yin Sha techniques were bizarre, specifically designed to erode spiritual energy and sword qi. For a time, the two sides were evenly matched, with the Heavenly Sword Sect even gaining a slight advantage!

"Sun Hao! Xiong Meng! Lead men and charge them from the flank!" The burly leader (Shi Tie) roared as he fiercely attacked Liu Feng.

"Yes, boss!" Two men wearing ghost masks responded and stepped forward, one wielding a knife and the other an axe, leading four or five men like sharp knives to pierce the flank of the Heavenly Sword Sect's sword formation.

Especially the man wielding the axe (Xiong Meng), whose strength was immense, shattered a Heavenly Sword Sect disciple's longsword along with his protective sword aura with a single axe strike, sending the disciple flying backward and coughing up blood!

"Form a circular formation! Defend!" Liu Feng was anxious to help, but Shi Tie held him back tightly. Shi Tie's iron fists were like a storm, forcing Liu Feng to defend with all his might.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, with rocks flying everywhere and deep sword marks and fist imprints left on the cliff face. Disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were constantly injured and falling to the ground, while members of the Profound Yin Sect also suffered wounds, but they all fought like madmen, refusing to retreat.

"Boss! The Heavenly Sword Sect's reinforcements are almost here! Let's retreat!" In the midst of the melee, the man wielding the knife (Sun Hao) shouted in a somewhat panicked voice, though not loud, but just loud enough for Liu Feng to hear.

Upon hearing this, Shi Tie (the burly leader) slightly slowed his attack, seemingly hesitant, and glared fiercely at Liu Feng: "Pah! Consider yourself lucky! Brothers, the wind's blowing, let's get out of here!"

He feinted a punch, forcing Liu Feng aside, and then took the lead in retreating hastily to the other side of the canyon. Seeing this, the other masked men also forced their opponents aside, and like startled rabbits, they followed their leader in a rout, their formation instantly falling apart and looking quite disheveled.

"Trying to run? Leave your life behind!" Liu Feng was not about to give up. His opponent had killed one of their disciples and launched a sneak attack; if they escaped, what would become of the Heavenly Sword Sect's reputation? He pointed his sword, "Chase! We cannot let a single one escape!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were also seething with anger. Upon hearing this, they immediately formed a battle formation and gave chase, their swords flashing like rainbows as they relentlessly pursued the enemy.

The fleeing members of the "Xuanyin Sect" seemed even more panicked, and there were even instances of pushing and shoving each other and abandoning their armor and weapons during their escape.

The last man in the pack, a thin, masked figure, seemed to be in a panic. He tripped over a stone, cried out "Ouch!" and stumbled to the ground. An inconspicuous black cloth bag fell out of his arms and rolled to the ground. The bag opened, and several low-grade spirit stones and a bottle of pills rolled out. At the same time, a simple-looking black jade slip with slightly damaged edges also "coincidentally" slid out of the bag and landed next to a conspicuous bluestone.

The skinny, masked man seemed to want to pick it up, but the Heavenly Sword Sect disciples were already closing in from behind, their sword energy striking his body. He screamed in fright, forgetting about picking up the item, and scrambled to escape, shouting in a distorted voice:

"Run! Losing the secret order is no big deal! Survival is the most important thing! The boss said that if this raid on the Heavenly Sword Sect's mine is successful, the sect will reward us handsomely..."

His voice was somewhat muffled in the canyon wind, but the keywords "secret order" and "ambush the Heavenly Sword Sect mine" were like thunderclaps, clearly reaching Liu Feng's ears as he relentlessly pursued him!