Chapter 53: The Wind Sword Sect Raises a Pack of Pretenders, Feng Bailong Once Challenged Chen Xin Privately

“Which sect do these people belong to?” Li Zhexian asked, his voice laced with curiosity.

Dugu Yan and the others shook their heads in confusion.

Ye Lingling parted her red lips lightly and said, “If my guess is correct... they should be from the Wind Sword Sect.”

“Wind Sword Sect?” At the mention of that name, Dugu Yan and the others instantly understood.

Yufeng exclaimed in surprise, “One of the Four Lower Sects, the Wind Sword Sect?!”

Aosluo chimed in, “I’ve heard this sect has its own unique heritage. The disciples all wield swords as their spirit weapons, but not in the way a Sword Douluo shatters all with a single strike.”

“The Wind Sword Sect specializes in sword formations, combining the power of its disciples to unleash formidable might,” Aosluo explained.

Li Zhexian’s eyes gleamed faintly. As a sword cultivator, he was especially sensitive to anything related to swords.

Wind Sword Sect... In the original story, it was barely mentioned—a mere background.

But seeing them today, there seemed to be more beneath the surface.

Indeed, the countless wonders of this world could only be truly known by personally treading its paths.

Setting aside the predetermined narrative, how many unknown mysteries still lurked in Douluo Continent?

“Interesting...” Li Zhexian murmured softly.

Noticing his keen interest in the Wind Sword Sect, Ye Lingling pondered a moment before continuing, “Speaking of the Wind Sword Sect... its sect leader, Feng Bailong, is an eighty-ninth-level Soul Douluo who often compares himself to the Sword Douluo, even claiming to be the second greatest swordsman.”

“He once said: The Sword Douluo is the top offensive Douluo; I am the top offensive Soul Douluo. If I have a hundred disciples arrayed in formation, even a titled Douluo could be challenged.”

Li Zhexian smiled slightly. “How do you know so much about the Wind Sword Sect?”

Her smile faltered, and Ye Lingling lowered her gaze. “My mother... once hoped Feng Bailong could defeat the Sword Douluo.”

“Hmm, without alerting the outside world, Feng Bailong indeed went to challenge him.”

Her words slipped out, and all fell silent.

Feng Bailong, who claimed to be the second best in swordsmanship, secretly challenging Chen Xin?

“What was the outcome?” Li Zhexian pressed.

Ye Lingling blinked her clear blue eyes. “Since that day, Feng Bailong’s sword has never been drawn again.”

Yufeng clicked his tongue, “Wow, did the Sword Douluo seal his sword?”

Even the taciturn Brother Shi muttered, “Truly worthy of being the Sword Douluo!”

Ye Lingling added, “But Feng Bailong himself said otherwise.”

“He claimed he was nurturing his sword, wrapping his eyes with black silk to listen to the sword’s hum.”

“He said: When the day comes that I draw my sword again, the Sword Douluo will have to look at me with new eyes.”

“But my mother insisted that Feng Bailong is cautious and values his life; it’s unlikely he will ever catch up to Chen Xin.”

Dugu Yan sneered, “So that black silk eye wrap has become the Wind Sword Sect’s trademark?”

“Yes,” Ye Lingling nodded.

“Interesting,” Li Zhexian’s gaze swept over the group of sword-bearers in blue robes, his interest deepening.

In the Star Dou Forest, when soul masters met, unless they were old acquaintances, the default was to go their separate ways to avoid complications over rare treasures or target spirit beasts.

“Let’s head this way,” Li Zhexian said, pointing in another direction.

The group nodded, seven figures once again vanishing into the dense forest in search of the Bloodfang Demon Tiger.

However, things rarely went as planned.

About half an hour later,

Whoosh—

Whoosh—

The wind howled sharply, slicing the air with a keen edge.

The group of blue-robed, black-silk-eyed swordsmen suddenly collided head-on with Li Zhexian and his companions.

Only a dozen meters of thick bushes separated them; the atmosphere turned tense and still, even a pin drop could be heard.

In this silent standoff,

The Wind Sword Sect disciples suddenly parted like a tide, opening a narrow path.

A handsome young man in a matching blue robe embroidered with flowing clouds on the hem and sleeves stepped forward.

Facing a row of trees, he cupped his hands and laughed clearly, “I am Feng Buyu, the young sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect.”

“May I ask, friends, from where do you come?”

Li Zhexian and the others were stunned.

Who was this man speaking to?

“Cough...” An elderly blue-robed man with white hair and a youthful face hurriedly whispered to Li Zhexian, “Buyu, you’re facing the left side.”

Upon hearing this, the young man yanked off the black silk from his eyes in annoyance.

“Who actually replaced mine with a real one?”

The slightly comical scene made Li Zhexian and the others twitch at the corners of their mouths.

From a distance earlier, their vision was blurred.

Now close up, they saw that the Wind Sword Sect’s black silk eye wraps were actually woven with fine mesh, rendering them practically ineffective!

Good heavens!

Fantasy version of sunglasses?

Li Zhexian chuckled silently.

“This Wind Sword Sect sure knows how to put on a show!”

Suppressing his urge to tease, he stepped forward and smiled, “I am Li Zhexian, a free man, accompanied by my friends from Tiandou City.”

“Tiandou City? A fine place...” Feng Buyu returned the greeting.

He didn’t glance at the beautiful Dugu Yan or Ye Lingling.

Nor did he spare a look for Yufeng, Aosluo, or Brother Shi.

His gaze rested solely on Li Zhexian, his clear eyes shining like stars in the dim forest.

“I see, Brother Zhexian, your posture is like a sword, your gaze sharp and piercing. Could it be... you are a swordsman?”

His tone was eager.

Li Zhexian nodded.

“Indeed.”

“Wonderful! Wonderful!” Feng Buyu laughed, clapping his hands, his right hand already reaching behind for the simple sword hilt.

“Brother Zhexian, meeting today is fate. How about you and I—”

“Buyu...” The elderly blue-robed man interrupted sternly.

“Don’t forget our purpose here.”

Feng Buyu halted, clicking his tongue regretfully.

“Very well... Brother Zhexian, we shall part for now!”

“If fate allows, we must find a quiet place someday to sit cross-legged and discuss the way of the sword!”

“Farewell!”

He rewrapped his eyes with black silk.

The Wind Sword Sect members flickered like a gust of wind through the forest, vanishing without a trace within moments.

—

From meeting to departure, it lasted no more than a tea break.

In the young sect leader’s words, Li Zhexian had already become a friend with whom he could discuss swordsmanship.

“This... this guy isn’t crazy, is he?” Yufeng stared in disbelief.

“He’s way too forward!”

Li Zhexian smiled wryly and shook his head.

“He’s quite an interesting fellow.”

He wondered why Feng Buyu’s pure and clear sword heart had remained so obscure in the original story.

Then he suddenly realized.

The Wind Sword Sect’s strength lay in sword formations, requiring the collective effort of its disciples.

The original narrative, from the soul master tournament onward, focused heavily on the individual power growth of the main characters.

How could Feng Buyu keep pace with the likes of the Shrek Seven Devils?

Thinking this, Li Zhexian felt a surge of joy.

Because he was familiar with the original story’s course, many things had long lost their freshness.

But encountering unexpected variables like the Wind Sword Sect and Feng Buyu brought real delight to his journey across the continent—as if finding a bright village after wandering through a dark forest.

The wind howled through the trees again.

Feng Buyu’s voice brimmed with excitement: “Senior Uncle, do you feel it?”

“Brother Zhexian’s sword is incredibly sharp!”

The elderly man’s expression grew serious.

“Yes, his edge is restrained but even a slight release is intimidating.”

“Should his sword be drawn, it’s hard to imagine the power.”

Feng Buyu asked, “Senior Uncle, if I wield the Wind and Thunder Sword Formation, how many disciples’ power do you think Brother Zhexian could withstand?”

The elder pondered for a moment.

“About five would be the limit.”

Then he shifted tone solemnly, “We will discuss this matter later.”

“The Bloodfang Demon Tiger’s territory is nearby, everyone stay fully alert!”

Sorry for being a little late...