The air was cool and crisp as Li Wei and his team emerged from the rocky terrain surrounding the Shrine of the Roaring Sky, the faint hum of the newly claimed fragment resonating in his pouch. Each step forward felt heavier, not from physical fatigue, but from the questions lingering in his mind.
Lan Fei, the enigmatic stranger who had guided them to the shrine, walked a few paces behind the group. Though they had proven useful, their calm demeanor and carefully measured words left Li Wei uneasy. Their motives remained unclear, and in a world where alliances were often fleeting, he could not afford blind trust.
Li Yan, ever-watchful, moved beside him. "We're being followed," she murmured, her tone barely audible.
Li Wei glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "Shadow Fang?"
Li Yan shook her head. "No. I don't recognize the Qi. It feels different—heavier. Whoever they are, they're strong."
Lan Fei, overhearing the exchange, offered a faint smile. "It seems your reputation has drawn even more attention. Perhaps you've become the prey instead of the hunters."
Li Wei's gaze hardened. "If you know something, now is the time to speak."
Lan Fei tilted their head slightly. "Only that the path you walk leads to both allies and enemies. Let's hope these are the former."
An Unwelcome Arrival
As they approached the edge of the Silver Grass Expanse, a group of cultivators emerged from the tall grass, their robes marked with the insignia of the Crimson Flame Sect—a mid-level sect known for its aggressive tactics and fiery techniques.
The leader of the group, a broad-shouldered man with a fiery red mane of hair, stepped forward. His Qi burned visibly around him, a faint shimmer of heat radiating in waves. He carried a massive broadsword on his back, its blade scorched black from use.
"Li Wei," the man said, his voice booming with confidence. "Word travels quickly. The Li Clan seeks to restore its name, gathering relics of the past."
Li Wei met his gaze evenly, his stance firm. "Who are you, and what do you want?"
The man smirked. "I am Huo Feng, captain of the Crimson Flame Sect's outer guard. What we want is simple: hand over whatever relics you've claimed, and perhaps we'll let you leave unscathed."
Li Huang stepped forward, his voice a low growl. "You'll find we're not so easily intimidated."
Huo Feng chuckled, his gaze flicking over the group. "Bold words from a clan trying to claw its way out of obscurity. But you'll find that strength speaks louder than reputation."
Lan Fei, who had remained silent until now, stepped forward, their expression unreadable. "Crimson Flame Sect," they said calmly. "Always so eager to fight, even when it doesn't concern you."
Huo Feng's eyes narrowed. "And you are?"
Lan Fei's faint smile returned. "A wanderer. A witness. Nothing more."
The tension in the air was palpable, the ground seeming to tremble beneath the weight of opposing Qi. Li Wei glanced at his team, his voice steady. "Prepare yourselves. If they want a fight, we won't back down."
The Battle Begins
Without further warning, Huo Feng drew his broadsword, the blade erupting in flames as he charged forward. Li Wei met him head-on, their swords clashing in a burst of energy that sent shockwaves rippling across the plain.
Li Yan moved quickly to higher ground, her arrows streaking through the air to disrupt the Crimson Flame cultivators attempting to flank them. Each shot was precise, forcing their enemies to retreat or redirect their focus.
Xin Ren, using her Phantom Step, darted between enemies with deadly precision, her strikes swift and lethal. She targeted weak points in their formation, disrupting their momentum and leaving them vulnerable to follow-up attacks.
Li Huang stood as an immovable wall, his Ironwood Strike countering the explosive techniques of the Crimson Flame Sect. Flames licked at his defenses, but his unyielding stance held firm, allowing Jian Ming to strike with agility and precision, supporting him with quick, calculated movements.
Huo Feng pressed his assault against Li Wei, their battle a fiery clash of strength and strategy. "You're strong," Huo Feng admitted, his voice edged with frustration. "But you won't survive the Crimson Flame's wrath."
Li Wei's gaze was cold and focused. "We've faced worse. You'll regret underestimating us."
With a surge of Qi, Li Wei unleashed Celestial Ripple Strike, the wave of energy pushing Huo Feng back and forcing him to defend against the relentless assault.
Lan Fei's Role
While the Li Clan fought fiercely, Lan Fei observed from the edge of the battle, their expression thoughtful. They made no move to intervene, though their eyes lingered on the flow of the fight.
Li Yan noticed their inaction and called out, her tone sharp. "If you're not going to fight, what are you even here for?"
Lan Fei gave a faint shrug. "Sometimes, the best way to understand someone's strength is to watch them at their most vulnerable."
"Enough riddles," Li Yan snapped, loosing another arrow. "Prove your worth, or get out of the way."
Lan Fei sighed, finally drawing a thin, curved blade from their side. "Very well. If only to silence your doubts."
With surprising speed, Lan Fei entered the fray, their movements fluid and precise. They moved like a shadow, their blade cutting through the flames of the Crimson Flame cultivators with ease. Though their strikes lacked the raw power of the Li Clan's techniques, they were unnervingly effective, each motion calculated to exploit their opponents' weaknesses.
Victory and a Warning
The battle reached its peak as Li Wei faced Huo Feng in a final, decisive clash. Channeling his Qi, Li Wei unleashed Heavenly Edge of the Void, the strike breaking through Huo Feng's fiery defenses and sending the Crimson Flame leader sprawling to the ground.
Huo Feng groaned, blood seeping from a wound on his side. He glared up at Li Wei, his voice filled with venom. "This isn't over, Li Clan. You're making enemies you can't afford to have."
Li Wei lowered his sword, his voice calm but firm. "If you return, you won't leave alive. Take your men and go."
The remaining Crimson Flame cultivators hesitated before retreating, carrying their wounded leader with them. The tension eased as the battlefield fell silent, the smell of scorched earth lingering in the air.
A Fragile Alliance
As the team regrouped, Li Wei turned to Lan Fei, his gaze sharp. "You fought well, but your hesitation cost us time. What are you truly after?"
Lan Fei sheathed their blade, their expression unreadable. "What I seek is knowledge, nothing more. But if you're questioning my loyalty, consider this: I had no reason to stay. Yet here I am."
Li Yan folded her arms, her tone skeptical. "That doesn't make you trustworthy."
Lan Fei chuckled softly. "Perhaps not. But trust is a luxury in these times. For now, our goals align. That will have to suffice."
Li Wei considered their words, weighing the risks. Finally, he nodded. "For now. But remember—betray us, and you'll regret it."
Lan Fei inclined their head, their smile faint. "Duly noted."
Looking Ahead
As the group resumed their journey, the weight of their growing reputation pressed heavily on their shoulders. Each battle brought new challenges, new rivals, and new questions about the path they had chosen.
Li Wei felt the fragments in his pouch hum faintly, a reminder of their ultimate goal. The Heavenly Sword Art was more than just a weapon—it was a legacy, one that carried both power and responsibility. And as the Li Clan's name spread further, the stakes grew higher with every step.
End of Chapter 27