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Chapter 104: Ch-104: Let’s make Beast Taming Sect great again

Chapter 104: Ch-104: Let’s make Beast Taming Sect great again

The wind carried a different scent now—earthy, dry, tinged with the faint crackle of residual talisman energy that shimmered in the air like sunlit dust.

They had left the living heart of the Great Verdant Forest behind, trading its vibrant greens and chattering spirits for the quiet desolation of the outer cliffs that framed the Northern Region.

The terrain shifted into craggy hills and low, sloping plateaus of weathered stone, carved with forgotten symbols that glowed faintly beneath the light of the sun.

Nestled beneath the camouflage of nature lay ancient ruins, and wide stone courtyards cracked open by roots and moss. Despite its age, there was structure in the chaos, like a slumbering beast arranged in parts.

"The Eternal Talisman Sect ruins."

Feng Yin said softly.

"Once one of the great sects. Now a refuge for the Beast Taming Sect."

Scattered spirit barriers shimmered faintly between the broken spires, stitched together from salvaged talismans and formation flags.

The place smelled of scorched earth, old herbs, and stubborn hope.

The remnants of statues lined the approach road, most half-buried under moss and vines, their expressions worn away by years of rain and wind. Here and there, children ran under watchful eyes of older disciples.

A spirit wolf padded silently across a narrow bridge of wood and stone, sniffing the air warily.

Little Mei shifted to her fox form and padded silently beside her, tail dragging slightly.

Drowsy flew ahead, circling above the encampment with a single dignified cluck.

The chicken’s shadow briefly passed over an old training ground, now overgrown with spirit grass.

Before they could step further, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

"Who goes there?"

A stern voice rang out.

A group of young disciples emerged from behind a ruined archway, spirit talismans drawn and glowing with flickering defensive light.

Their expressions were tense, wary. Their robes were patched, their eyes ringed with sleeplessness. They weren’t children anymore.

Their leader, a boy with freckles, squinted at Feng Yin. His eyes widened.

"Y-Young Miss...?"

Another disciple gasped.

"That’s the Young Sect Mistress—Feng Yin!"

The moment shattered. The talismans were lowered at once, and one of the girls nearly tripped in her haste to bow.

"We’re so sorry! We didn’t recognize you at first! Please, follow us—the Sect Master will want to see you immediately!"

Feng Yin hesitated just for a moment, then nodded.

"Lead the way."

As they walked through the broken compound, familiar but battered sights greeted them.

Despite the damage, signs of resilience abounded. new formations reinforced old walls, now even spirit beasts helped move supplies, and younger disciples trained with renewed fervor. There was still life here. Still discipline. Still belief.

"They survived," Tian Shen murmured under his breath. "Even through this."

Feng Yin’s eyes glimmered.

"They did more than that. They evolved."

The central pavilion had been woven with heavy spirit cloth into the scaffolding to make a provisional main hall.

Wooden beams bore prayer strips and protective glyphs, and an incense burner smoldered near the steps, its scent grounding the space with memory.

Inside stood Feng Yan, seeming older than when they had last seen him, but unmistakably the same.

His once-jet-black hair now carried streaks of grey at the temples, and the regal aura around him had shifted into something quieter, tempered by loss.

He was speaking with a few elders when the disciples burst in.

"F-father!"

Feng Yin said, her voice slightly stuttering.

Feng Yan turned.

And for a heartbeat, everything stopped.

He crossed the room in three long strides and enveloped his daughter in a tight embrace.

"Yin’er..."

His voice cracked.

"You’re safe... Thank god."

She returned the hug, tightly.

"I told you I will be."

Tian Shen bowed slightly beside her.

"Sect Master."

Feng Yan’s eyes turned on him, and without hesitation, he grasped Tian Shen’s shoulder and pulled him into a half-embrace.

"You’ve grown."

He said.

"She’s my wife afterall."

Tian Shen said awkwardly.

Then Feng Yan’s gaze shifted—finally registering Elder Su, standing with her arms tucked inside her sleeves, serene and silent.

"And you must be...?"

Feng Yin stepped aside.

"This is Elder Su. She’s from the Feilun Sect. A teacher. A companion. A—"

"A very strong monster," Little Mei offered cheerfully from the back. "In a good way."

Feng Yan blinked. Then gave a deep bow, feeling nervous about the little fox’s rude comment.

"Elder Su. We are honored."

Elder Su inclined her head with a small, amused smile.

"I’ve been called worse."

Feng Yan chuckled despite himself.

"Anyone who’s crossed half the continent with these two and is still standing deserves not just thanks, but tea. Many cups of it."

"Then don’t keep it waiting."

Elder Su replied, still calm.

Laughter broke the solemnity of the reunion, and the hall seemed to breathe again. Feng Yin’s eyes met Tian Shen’s for a moment—soft, proud, and steady.

They were home. And the story, at last, was ready to continue.

...

That evening, a feast was assembled as best as their resources could allow.

Roasted root vegetables seasoned with spiritual herbs, wild forest mushrooms, and salted spirit-beast meat were served alongside fresh springwater infused with qi-rich lotus leaves. It wasn’t a banquet, but it was heartfelt.

Disciples passed by to pay respects to Feng Yin, many remembering her as a fiery young prodigy.

Others saluted Tian Shen, who they once mocked as a stray without talent. Now, they looked at him with something like awe.

One bold disciple leaned in and whispered,

"Is it true you tamed the Star Beast Sword with your bare hands?"

Tian Shen blinked.

"Genuinely, No."

"Oh," the boy said, disappointed.

"what i tamed was just a metal stick," Tian Shen added. "My fiery wife tamed the real thing."

Feng Yin laughed loudest at that.

As the meal wore on, Feng Yan pulled Elder Su aside.

"I can humbly feel the hardships of cultivation you have taken on," he said quietly.

"Not just strength, but polish. Experience. The kind that only comes after facing too much."

"You aren’t wrong," Su replied. "But I don’t wear it like a badge. Only a reminder."

"I’m grateful you stood by them," he said. "Feng Yin’s stubborn. Tian Shen... well, he’s stubborn too. But different kinds of stubborn."

"They balance each other," Elder Su said.

"Like fire and wind," Feng Yan murmured.

Su gave him a faint smile.

"Let’s hope they don’t cause a firestorm."

...

Later that night, as moonlight spilled across the cracked tiles of the courtyard, Feng Yin and Tian Shen sat on a bench beneath a shattered arch.

The stars above the northern sky felt closer than they had in years.

"Do you think the Beast Taming Sect can rise again?"

He asked.

She was silent for a long moment.

"I think... it already has. Not in buildings. But in strength. In spirit."

He nodded. Then, more softly.

"I was scared, coming back."

"Me too," she admitted. "But you know what?"

"What?"

She leaned against him.

"I’m not scared anymore."

His arm curled around her shoulders, and they sat in silence as the night wrapped around them like a cloak.

Behind them, in the quiet darkness, Elder Su and Feng Yan stood at a window, watching the pair.

"They’ll be trouble," Feng Yan said fondly.

She sipped her tea.

"Good. The world needs some drama at the very least."

With this, the ruins of the Eternal Talisman Sect no longer felt like ruins.

...

The next morning dawned quiet and golden.

Shafts of sunlight filtered through the cracks in the ruins, casting shifting patterns on the moss-covered stone.

Birds sang, spirit beasts prowled at the edge of the courtyards, their movements lazy, confident.

The ruins felt less like a hiding place and more like a sanctuary now—an ember waiting to blaze again.

Tian Shen awoke to the sound of someone humming.

He opened his eyes to see Little Mei perched cross-legged atop a broken column, sipping tea and swinging her fox tail like a metronome.

"You slept for too much today," she said cheerfully.

"Only when I’m deeply at peace," Tian Shen replied without lifting his head.

Feng Yin emerged from the hall, dressed in a fresh robe of black and crimson. Her hair was tied higher today, eyes sharper.

"We start today."

She said simply.

Tian Shen stood, stretching.

"Training?"

"Rebuilding, maybe planning."

She corrected.

Across the encampment, the Beast Taming Sect had already stirred.

Disciples gathered in small groups, some sparring, others tending to beasts or refining talismans under the guidance of senior members.

Elder Su was meditating beside a shrine, her presence like a mountain—calm and unshakable.

Feng Yan met them at the pavilion steps. He held a worn scroll and a faint smile.

"We found records of old beast control talisman buried in one of the collapsed libraries. We can barely make use of them, but we may need your help decoding them fully."

Tian Shen raised an eyebrow. He jerked a thumb at Feng Yin.

"You mean her help, right?"

"No, I meant both of you," Feng Yan said. "She has the brains. You have the approach. It balances out."

Feng Yin smirked.

"Told you so."

And so, as the sun rose higher, they moved—not just as survivors, but as cultivators ready to carve a new Chapter from the ashes.

The Northern Region had not seen their kind in a long time.

But that was about to change.