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Chapter 105: Ch-105: Demon Sect’s Destruction

Chapter 105: Ch-105: Demon Sect’s Destruction

The morning sun filtered weakly through heavy clouds as the group gathered in the provisional main hall of the Beast Taming Sect.

The air was thick with anticipation and quiet tension. Though the ruins around them still bore scars of hardship, inside the hall, the flicker of hope and resolve burned steadily.

Feng Yin stood at the head of a roughly carved wooden table, maps and talisman charts spread before her.

Tian Shen stood beside her, his eyes sharp and calculating.

Elder Su leaned against a broken pillar, arms folded, her gaze steady and unyielding.

Feng Yan, with his elder advisors, sat around the table, their expressions grave but determined.

"This is what we know."

Feng Yin began, pointing at the sprawling map of the Eastern Region.

"The Demon Sect has been growing bolder, expanding their territory for the past few years. Their leader—supposedly the strongest cultivator in their ranks—is at the Core Formation Realm."

Tian Shen’s eyes flicked to Feng Yin, silently affirming the weight of her words. Then he said.

"We’ve just reached that level ourselves. It means the time to strike is now—while we have a chance."

Feng Yan nodded slowly.

"The Beast Taming Sect’s survival has been a quiet one, but it has given us time to recover. Now, we will face the demons who forced us into the shadows."

Elder Su’s voice cut through the murmurs with cool precision.

"The Core Formation cultivator in the Demon Sect isn’t just strong—they’s cunning, ruthless. Direct confrontation would be suicide without careful preparation. But you have me, so it doesn’t matter anymore."

Feng Yan’s fingers traced a route on the map, following the jagged mountains and rivers that separated their lands from the Demon Sect’s stronghold.

"We will travel through the North-eastern Ridge," he explained. "It’s treacherous, but less patrolled. From there, we can launch a surprise assault."

A murmur of agreement passed through the room.

"Little Mei, you and I will lead the vanguard," Feng Yin continued, glancing at Tian Shen and the fox spirit. "Tian Shen, you’ll handle the rear guard and oversee supply lines. Father, your knowledge of the terrain and old sect routes will be invaluable."

Feng Yan’s face brightened with a rare smile.

"It’s like returning to an old battlefield."

Tian Shen clasped his hands together.

"Few powers are willing to oppose the Demon Sect openly."

Feng Yin said, her voice firm.

"But we will send envoys to few other friendly sects. They may not join the fight directly, but their intelligence and resources could tip the balance."

Elder Su nodded approvingly.

"We must also exploit what you have learned during your time in exile. Your mastery of talisman, spirit beasts and guerrilla tactics will be key."

The discussion stretched long into the afternoon, plans unfolding like a tapestry of careful details.

Scouting parties, formation placements, signal talismans for communication, and contingencies for ambushes.

At one point, Feng Yan spoke quietly.

"The Demon Sect underestimates us. They see only the ruins. They do not see the fire rekindled in our hearts."

Feng Yin’s eyes shone with fierce pride.

"Let them come to regret that mistake."

...

As twilight deepened, the mood shifted from planning to resolve.

The group dispersed to prepare, the weight of their task settling heavily but without breaking their spirits.

Tian Shen found Feng Yin near the outer courtyard, sharpening her sword beneath a lantern’s soft glow.

The glow cast flickering shadows that danced across her determined features.

"You never lose that look."

He said quietly.

"Neither do you," she replied with a soft smile. "But this time, it’s different. We’re not just fighting for ourselves anymore."

He reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"Like always, We’ll face this storm together."

Little Mei appeared suddenly, tail flicking, in her human form.

"And I’ll be there to make sure you don’t get too reckless."

Feng Yin laughed, a lightness in the air despite the looming battle.

"Someone has to keep you in check."

Drowsy fluttered in, landing gracefully on Tian Shen’s shoulder, her feathers ruffling with quiet approval.

...

The next morning, under a sky streaked with pale pink and gold, the assembled forces of the Beast Taming Sect gathered at the ruined gates.

The scents of incense and earth mingled as spirit beasts prowled, warriors tightened their grips on weapons, and talisman banners fluttered in the cool breeze.

Feng Yan addressed the crowd.

"We have endured exile and hardship. But today, we reclaim our legacy. Not for vengeance alone—but for survival, and for the future."

Cheers rose, fierce and resolute.

Feng Yin raised her sword, its blade catching the dawn’s light.

"For the Beast Taming Sect! For our loved ones who believe in us!"

Tian Shen stood beside her, spirit blazing.

"Let’s show the Demon Sect the strength they thought they’d crushed."

With that, the company surged forward, moving swiftly through the broken lands toward the Northern Ridge.

...

The journey was arduous. The Northern Ridge was as foreboding as the tales suggested—steep cliffs, narrow passes, and cold winds that whispered threats.

But the group moved with purpose and discipline, the combined experience of Feng Yan’s knowledge and Elder Su’s tactical wisdom guiding them through.

Nightfall brought brief rest. Around campfires, stories of past glories were shared, along with quiet moments of camaraderie.

Feng Yin and Tian Shen found themselves side by side again beneath the stars.

The tension of leadership momentarily eased by the crackling fire and the gentle breathing of their companions.

"Do you ever think about what comes after this?"

Tian Shen asked softly.

Feng Yin’s gaze lingered on the dark sky.

"Sometimes. But right now, all that matters is the next step."

He nodded, feeling the truth in her words.

...

Days later, they reached the outskirts of the Demon Sect’s territory.

The signs of their enemy’s presence were unmistakable—talismans scorched into trees, patrols visible even from a distance, and the faint hum of dark spiritual energy hanging heavy in the air.

"You move, I won’t interfere until necessary."

Elder Su instructed, her eyes sharp.

"Attack. Surprise and precise," Feng Yin added. "We don’t have the numbers for an head-on battle."

Tian Shen’s group positioned themselves to cover the rear, securing supply lines and setting traps to slow pursuit.

Little Mei darted ahead in fox form, scouting and relaying information with a silent efficiency that earned admiring looks even from hardened disciples.

...

The final night before the assault was filled with a heavy stillness. Plans were reviewed, talismans prepared, and spirits steeled.

Feng Yin stood before her assembled fighters.

"Tomorrow, we fight not just for ourselves, but for everyone who has suffered under the Demon Sect’s shadow. We strike as one. We fight as one. And we will win."

The hall echoed with a unified shout.

Tian Shen caught Feng Yin’s hand in his, while secretly glancing at Elder Su.

"It will not be that hard, at least with her as guarantee."

She smiled, fierce and unwavering.

...

At dawn, the forces moved as shadows through the morning mist, swift and silent. The element of surprise was their greatest weapon.

The battle that followed was fierce, talismans flaring, swords clashing, and spirit beasts roaring.

The Demon Sect was powerful, but the unity and resolve of the Beast Taming Sect proved stronger.

Feng Yin and Tian Shen fought side by side, their movements a dance of precision and strength.

Elder Su’s strategic guidance turned the tide when it seemed the enemy might overwhelm them.

When the Demon Sect’s Core Formation cultivator appeared—a towering figure cloaked in dark energy—it was Feng Yin who stepped forward to meet him.

Their clash echoed like thunder, a storm of qi and will.

In that moment, every sacrifice, every hardship, every tear shed fueled her strength.

...

The battle ended with the Demon Sect broken, their leader defeated and their hold over the region shattered.

As the dust settled, Feng Yin raised her sword high.

"We are back."

Tian Shen smiled beside her, spirit soaring. He had also gained quite a lot by this war.

The Northern Region, once shrouded in despair, now knew the fire of the Beast Taming Sect had not died.

It had only grown stronger.

...

Smoke curled from the shattered spires of the Demon Sect stronghold, mingling with the rising dawn.

The battlefield was eerily quiet now, broken only by the soft moans of the wounded and the distant call of spirit beasts reclaiming the land.

Feng Yin stood tall among her people, her robes torn and stained with battle, but her eyes shining like stars.

Behind her, the Beast Taming Sect disciples gathered—tired, injured, but triumphant. Many wept silently.

Others laughed with disbelief. Some simply stared at the ruined landscape, realizing they had done the impossible.

Elder Su descended from the skies, her sleeves fluttering like banners in the wind.

"It’s done," she said calmly.

Feng Yan arrived with a limping wolf-beast at his side and gazed over the battlefield.

"The Eastern Region is free."

Tian Shen turned to Feng Yin.

"And now?"

She looked toward the rising sun.

"Let’s get back."

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