Cultivation starts with picking up attributes
Chapter 107: Ch-107: Goodbye

Chapter 107: Ch-107: Goodbye

Little Mei giggled, kicking her feet.

"At least you admit it."

He passed a scroll to a disciple.

"Copy this. It’s a variation of the Beast Control Technique, but it’s tuned for resonance instead of suppression. Could be useful for bonding with domesticated beasts."

The disciple nodded and hurried off.

Tian Shen finally looked at Little Mei.

"You’ve been quiet lately."

She stretched luxuriously, her fox ears twitching.

"I’m watching. Seeing who’s got the spark. There’s one or two who might even outshine you one day."

"I’d like to see that," he said, genuinely.

...

By midday, Sect Master Feng Yan gathered the elders and core disciples at the central field.

"We’ll be rotating focused training over the next seven days."

He announced.

"Swordwork, formation control, movement arts, spiritual resilience, and beast synchronization. You will push your limits."

One boy muttered.

"I thought the war was over..."

Sect Master’s voice sharpened.

"To behold peace, bear sword with grace— for only the ready can still war’s face."

No one complained after that.

...

That evening, under the starlit sky, Feng Yin and Tian Shen stood at the edge of a new training platform overlooking the valley below.

"The Sect is thriving."

Tian Shen said.

Feng Yin nodded.

"But there’s still much to do. I want to rebuild the Beast Hall... maybe even establish a new Core Hall for the sect."

He looked at her.

"You’re thinking long-term."

She smiled.

"Just doing what needs to be done."

They stood together, the wind carrying the scent of new grass and distant storms.

Then Feng Yin tilted her head.

"Race me to the waterfall?"

She challenged.

Tian Shen raised a brow.

"You’re on."

They vanished into the trees, laughter trailing behind them.

...

In the days that followed, the training intensified.

Feng Yan took the youngest disciples under his wing, teaching the basics—discipline, breathing, meditation. He pushed the senior disciples to their limits, forcing breakthroughs through battle simulations and pressure exercises.

Feng Yin taught advanced beast-taming, even performing a live synchronization ritual with a golden-plumed thunderhawk—earning a standing ovation from the watching crowd.

Tian Shen worked on a new combat array—a rotating circle of talismans that adapted mid-battle to enemy movements.

Even Drowsy got involved, perched on a high post, supervising sparring matches with the judgmental stare of a veteran general.

Little Mei, meanwhile, had quietly begun mentoring a few gifted disciples who resonated with fox-type spirit beasts. She called them her "kittys."

"They’re adorable," she told Tian Shen. "But none of them is going to surpass me. Mark my words."

"I believe it," he replied. "Afterall, You’ve got a soft spot for chaos."

...

On the seventh day, the entire sect gathered for a final demonstration of progress.

Feng Yin stood before them all, her voice clear.

"We’ve taken back what was ours. But the journey isn’t over. There will be more threats, more trials. What we’ve built here—this fire—must never fade."

Tian Shen joined her, hand in hers.

"And together."

He said.

"we’ll make sure it never does."

As cheers rose, Elder Su looked on from the pavilion, quiet pride in her gaze. Feng Yan stood beside her, mist in his eyes.

And above them all, the banners of the Beast Taming Sect fluttered high, the symbols freshly inked, shining under the sun.

...

The morning mist clung to the valley like a farewell embrace.

Feng Yin stood at the main gates of the Beast Taming Sect, her crimson robe gently swaying in the breeze.

Beside her, Tian Shen adjusted the straps on his travel pack, while his two beast companions—Drowsy perched on his shoulder and Thunderpaw, while Little Mei, padded silently at his side—watched the quiet proceedings with unusual solemnity.

Elder Su stood a few paces away, arms behind her back, her ever-present calm now tinged with something softer. Perhaps it was nostalgia.

Perhaps respect. She glanced around, her gaze lingering on the faces of disciples who now looked to her not with apprehension, but with reverence.

Behind them, disciples and elders lined the pathway in silence.

Not a ceremony—just a farewell. A real one. The kind that tightened throats and turned silence into meaning.

Feng Yan stepped forward, his expression unreadable for a long moment.

Then, wordlessly, he reached out and held his daughter close. The silence between them said what words never could.

"You’ve made me proud."

He finally whispered, voice thick.

"And terrified. But mostly proud."

Feng Yin’s breath caught. She clutched him tightly, letting the warmth of his presence anchor her one last time.

"You’ll take care of them, won’t you?"

She asked, glancing back at the young disciples behind him—the next generation.

Feng Yan smiled faintly, a spark of humor lighting his weathered features.

"I’ll take care of everyone. But you... you take care of him."

She turned to Tian Shen, eyes glinting with warmth and love.

"Always."

Thunderpaw gave a soft chuff, as if in agreement. Drowsy rustled her wings in what could only be approval. Even the spirit beasts understood.

Elder Su cleared her throat lightly, not rushing them, but anchoring them back to purpose.

"If we want to reach Feilun before the season turns, we should leave now."

Feng Yin nodded. She turned to face the assembled crowd one last time. Familiar faces—friends, mentors, juniors, all etched into her heart.

"We’ll return again, stronger. But for now, our path lies elsewhere."

With one final bow, they turned and departed down the mountain road.

Their silhouettes, framed against the rising sun, slowly vanished into the mist—a promise carried on the wind.

...

Two weeks later.

The wind was warmer here.

From the top of a jade-paved hill overlooking Feilun Sect’s massive gates, the Central Region stretched out like a painted scroll—rolling green plains dotted with shimmering lakes, distant cities built atop spirit rivers, and spires wrapped in drifting cloud-veils.

Spirit cranes glided between floating pagodas, and the sky shimmered with ambient spiritual energy.

Feng Yin exhaled slowly, adjusting the clasp of her new robe. It was a sleeker cut than her old uniform—deep grey trimmed with silver threads that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. Her presence was quieter now, more refined. But no less commanding.

Tian Shen stood beside her, cloak fluttering in the mountain breeze.

A new talisman staff hung across his back, carved from sun-stained jade and wrapped in silk cords etched with golden script.

Drowsy rode the currents above them, her feathers catching glints of sunlight.

Little Mei had slipped off at sometime, Maybe to troll some toddlers.

Tian Shen didn’t pay it much mind, instead he looked around the Feilun Sect.

The first time they had arrived here, they were fugitives, their sect in brink of destruction, their future uncertain.

Now they returned as Core Formation cultivators, as warriors who had taken down a regional power and lived to tell the tale.

Elder Su strode ahead with the same unhurried grace she always carried. Her long sleeves fluttered behind her like banners.

She had said little during the journey back, but today there was a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.

The outer guards of the Feilun Sect stood straighter as they approached. A few even bowed. Recognition had replaced suspicion. Respect had replaced pity.

The jade gates parted before them.

A disciple with robes trimmed in the pale blue of the logistics hall greeted them, eyes wide.

"Elder Su, The Sect Master want to have a word with you."

Elder Su inclined her head.

"Lead the way."

As they passed into the inner grounds, Tian Shen glanced around. The sect had grown. New training pavilions had been built.

He saw groups of disciples practicing movement techniques and spiritual beasts basking under the care of tamers by a stream.

There was peace here—but it was the kind that could only last if guarded.

"We should check in with the Sect Master," Feng Yin said. "Let them know what’s happening in the eastern region. The Demon Sect may be gone, but their shadow remains."

Tian Shen nodded.

"And that envoy from Azure Phoenix Sect? If she made it here before us, we may already have another mission."

They followed the disciple deeper into the compound.

Familiar faces appeared here and there—some surprised, others smiling. The weight of their journey began to settle in Feng Yin’s chest.

Home had shifted. Not a place, but a path. A promise.

...

They arrived at their newly assigned residence by a serene pond. Willow trees wept over the water, and lotus blossoms floated in silence.

A small courtyard stretched between the main building and the training hall, quiet but welcoming.

Elder Su paused before entering.

"I will report to the Sect Master. Rest, if you wish."

"Thank you."

Feng Yin said.

"For everything."

In return, Elder Su gave a slight nod.

"You’ve earned your own legend now. Use it wisely."

As she vanished toward the administrative tower, Tian Shen opened the sliding door and stepped inside.

The air was cool, the rooms clean and simply furnished. A fresh tea set waited on the low table.

Feng Yin wandered to the balcony overlooking the pond. The wind tugged at her hair as she took a deep breath.

"We made it," Tian Shen said behind her.

"For now."

He came to stand beside her, shoulder brushing hers.

"Do you think we’ll ever stop?"

She smiled faintly.

"No. But that’s not the goal. The path itself is the reason."

They stood in silence, watching the sun dip behind Feilun’s towering peaks.

A knock came at the door.

A messenger bowed low.

"Apologies for the interruption. The Sect Master wishes to see you. And there is someone else here asking for an audience... a woman named Lian Hua."

Feng Yin and Tian Shen exchanged a chuckle at that.

It seemed rest would wait. Their next step was already calling.