Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

That night, torches dotted the official road outside Cangwu County, carrying martial arts practitioners who had set out overnight to hunt down the disciples of the Sun Moon Cult. Some traveled alone, some in groups, some on horseback, and some on foot, but all shared the same goal.

In Qingniu Town, a small town north of Cangwu County, two disciples of the Sun Moon Cult were hiding in an abandoned mountain god temple, changing their bandages.

The door was suddenly kicked open, and three rogue cultivators wielding knives rushed in. A brief but bloody melee ensued.

Before the two disciples of the Sun Moon Cult could even draw their swords, they were cut down and their heads were severed and stuffed into sacks.

Within three days, the disciples of the Sun Moon Cult were almost completely wiped out within a radius of 100 miles in Cangwu County and Lianhai County.

Several disciples hiding in the mountains were so frightened that they took off their Sun Moon Sect robes and threw away their weapons, trying to disguise themselves as ordinary refugees to get away with it, but the techniques they used could not fool the real experts.

A lone swordsman, a top-tier expert, stopped a disciple of the Sun Moon Cult who was trying to slip through on a mountain road south of Cangwu County. The disciple knelt on the ground and cried, saying that he had already left the Sun Moon Cult.

The swordsman didn't waste any words with him. He sliced ​​off the man's head with a single stroke, took the token from his body, and carried the severed head back to the gate of Cangwu County to exchange for a quota.

As the guards checked the tokens, a large crowd of onlookers gathered around.

Some people clicked their tongues in envy, some were so jealous their eyes turned red, and some had already stepped forward to inquire whether the owner of the severed head had any accomplices nearby.

He has been standing here for almost a whole day, holding the information about the location of the Sun Moon Cult's branch, which he spread yesterday.

Although his swordsmanship was fast, he was not confident that he could instantly kill a martial arts master of similar skill level.

He hopes to use this news to find a few people of similar cultivation level to go with him.

The martial arts practitioners who came and went from the city gates came and went in waves, but none of them made him take a second look.

Most of the rogue cultivators have mediocre cultivation levels and their faces are full of greed and recklessness. If such people are dragged to ambush and kill Li Tianxing, they will only lose their lives in vain.

The person he was waiting for finally appeared as evening approached.

A burly man with a thick beard, carrying a ghost-head saber, squeezed through the crowd, walked straight up to Liu Rufeng, crossed his arms, and sized him up.

"Liu Rufeng, the Soul-Chasing Sword? I heard you're looking for someone to ambush and kill Li Tianxing, a member of the Sun Moon Cult's branch."

My name is Xiong Kaishan, a first-class third-level expert. This ghost-head saber withstood Li Tianxing's Crimson Flame Palm head-on and I survived.

If you need help, count me in.

Before Liu Rufeng could speak, a lean, dark figure suddenly swung down from the wall beside them, dressed in night clothes. It swung like a bat for a couple of moments before silently landing in front of the two of them.

He pulled off his mask, revealing a face with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks, and grinned as he cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Master Liu, I am Ding Busan, the Night Owl. As for lightness skill, I am second to none among my peers."

Flanking and ambushing from behind is exactly what I'm good at. Count me in, shall I?

Liu Rufeng nodded slightly, and was about to speak when another person squeezed out from the crowd.

The man was dressed in a faded scholar's robe, twirling an iron fan in his hand, and walking at a leisurely pace, like an old scholar who had just finished class at a private school.

He walked up to Liu Rufeng and politely bowed with his hands clasped in greeting.

"Master Liu, I am Gongsun Mo, a first-class second-level expert. I am skilled in acupoint striking and meridian cutting, and am a specialist in countering external martial arts."

Although Li Tianxing's Crimson Flame Palm is powerful, as long as I get close and strike his Tian Shu acupoint three inches below his waist, at least 30% of his internal strength will be depleted.

Thirty percent is enough for you, Master Liu, to strike with your sword. I only need one spot.

Liu Rufeng looked at Xiong Kaishan, then at Ding Busan, and finally at Gongsun Mo. The three of them each had their own strengths, and together they could perfectly counter Li Tianxing's external martial arts.

He slammed his sword on the ground and spoke:

"There are at least ten disciples of the Sun Moon Cult in the branch. I'll take Li Tianxing's head, and we'll split the heads of the other disciples in the branch equally, how about that?"

Xiong Kaishan grinned and slapped Liu Rufeng on the shoulder with his palm, which was as big as a palm fan:

"Okay! I'm fine with it!"

Ding Busan rubbed his hands together and chuckled.

"Alright, alright, let's split it evenly. I didn't expect we could actually make some money on this trip!"

Gongsun Mo flicked his iron fan and said calmly:

"Okay~"

The night was as dark as ink. The four men lay hidden behind a pile of rocks outside the branch headquarters, gazing at the few flickering lights inside the walls.

Xiong Kaishan slammed his ghost-head knife on the ground and complained in a low voice:

"They've been squatting here for almost half the night. Is that old bastard Li Tianxing even asleep? If we don't go in soon, it'll be dawn."

Gongsun Mo touched his nose and said slowly:

"Brother Xiong, please calm down. I investigated during the day and found that besides Li Tianxing, there are seven other ordinary disciples living in the east and west wings respectively."

It was past midnight; the patrolling disciples had just changed shifts. Let's wait another incense stick's time, until they relax, before we make our move.

Ding Busan hung upside down from the tree branch above the three of them, swaying back and forth like a bat, and interjected with a grin:

"I just climbed over the wall and went for a quick look around, and guess what?"

That old bastard Li Tianxing isn't asleep; he's having a good time in the back room. Tsk tsk, that female disciple is moaning louder than a cat in spring.

The old man is still as sharp as ever!

Liu Rufeng leaned against a crooked tree, holding his sword, and remained silent.

After hearing Ding Busan's words, he slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them:

"Ding Busan, go up from the roof and circle around to the top of the back room. When Li Tianxing comes out, block his escape route as soon as possible."

Xiong Kaishan, you go through the main entrance.

Gongsun Mo, come with me and sneak in from the flank.

When I make my move, all three of you should follow at the same time.

Remember, Li Tianxing's Crimson Flame Palm strikes are extremely hot; don't take them head-on. Focus on grappling and let me deliver the fatal blow.

Xiong Kaishan slung the ghost-head saber over his shoulder and grinned:

"Don't worry, Master Liu, I took his palm strike head-on once, and it almost burned my beard that time."

This time I've learned my lesson. I'll slash once and run, let them chase me, and then you can come at me when they're tired."

Gongsun Mo twirled the iron fan in his hand:

"I specialize in attacking his lower body. No matter how strong his external martial arts are, there will always be a weakness."

Li Tianxing's weak point is the Tianshu acupoint, three inches below his waist. If I can get close enough to strike it, at least 30% of his internal strength will be depleted.

Ding Busan flipped down from the tree branch and landed silently on the ground.

"Thirty percent is enough."

I'll go around behind him, and if he dares to turn around, I'll stab two holes in his neck.

Liu Rufeng slowly drew his sword from its sheath, the blade gleaming with a cool, clear light under the moonlight.

"Each relies on their own abilities, and no one will be a burden to the other."

"Let's get started."