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Chapter 110: Ch-110: Rotten to the bones

Chapter 110: Ch-110: Rotten to the bones

Dawn broke in pale silver over the Feilun Sect.

The central courtyard—once a place of ceremony, of sparring, of youthful laughter—lay still in the early morning mist.

The carved stone tiles shimmered faintly with dew, and the air was thick with silence too heavy for the hour.

Tian Shen knelt near the leyline convergence point, his palm pressed flat to the ground.

Elder Su stood behind him, her foot lightly tapping the stone at her side, marking slow intervals as her spiritual sense swept across the space.

"There."

Tian Shen said quietly, his fingers brushing the barely-visible edge of an old formation glyph.

"This symbol... it’s shifted."

Elder Su narrowed her eyes.

"It should align with the west one. But now it tilts... southeast."

She reached down, touching the glyph herself. Her expression darkened.

"That’s not accidental. They’re deliberately siphoning energy."

"To where?"

Elder Su’s lips thinned.

"That’s the puzzle."

A soft rustle of robes signaled Feng Yin’s arrival. She wore her usual composed expression, but her steps were brisk, her hands clenched.

"No signs of activity near the dormitories."

She said.

"But the Beast Pavilion reported a fox hawk hybrid trying to breach its bindings last night. It was reacting to something it sensed underground."

Tian Shen and Elder Su exchanged a glance.

"Something is stirring."

Tian Shen murmured.

"Something beneath us."

...

Meanwhile, in the Martial Technique Hall, Little Mei moved with feline grace through the shadows, her steps making no sound on the polished wooden floors.

She crouched near a reading alcove where two inner disciples whispered quietly over an open scroll.

Her ears twitched.

"The restriction array was gone," one said. "I tried to redraw it, but... it wouldn’t hold it like it did before. And then it burned out on its own."

"I heard Elder Qin dismissed a whole talisman batch yesterday."

The other whispered back.

Little Mei’s eyes narrowed. She leaned back into the shadows and vanished with a flick of her tail, leaving only a faint shimmer of foxfire behind.

...

Lian Hua, elsewhere in the sect’s elder wing, walked with slow, deliberate poise. Her phoenix pendant swayed with each step as her eyes subtly scanned the flow of Qi around her.

A servant passed by, she nodded at him. He bowed and continued on.

But behind her serene expression, her thoughts raced.

She had traced three fluctuations in the spiritual flow surrounding Elders residences.

The Elders in question were respected for cautious, but active involvement in sect conflicts.

She stopped near a meditation shrine and pressed her hand to one of the prayer stones.

It was warm.

She left a phoenix feather talisman hidden behind it.

"Well well well...."

She murmured.

...

By evening, they regrouped beneath the Pavilion. Tian Shen placed several jade slips down before them.

"Confirmed three rerouted leyline nodes."

He intoned.

"Each one subtly adjusted to bend Qi toward the opposite part. It’s not enough to notice unless you’re actively mapping it."

Feng Yin unfurled one of her own scrolls.

"There’s a collapsed tunnel near the alchemy vaults."

Then she added.

"One that’s supposedly been sealed since the last Earth Quake a decade ago. But records of it are missing in the archive."

"Maybe. Someone’s building a path."

Elder Su said grimly.

"A burrow, to be exact."

Lian Hua added.

"Through the heart of the sect."

Little Mei tossed a spirit fruit into her mouth.

"And we’re just sitting here talking?"

"We can only strike when we know where to strike."

Elder Su snapped.

Silence fell. Then Tian Shen looked up.

"Let’s start then."

...

That night, under the cover of an overcast sky, the group moved silently across the Sect grounds, which was an isolated stretch, used occasionally for elemental practice, but rarely visited after dark.

They arrived at an overgrown trail where the spiritual energy felt... stagnant. As though something deeper was pressing it down.

Elder Su drew a circle in the air. Runes flared, revealing a hidden entrance beneath the grass—an old talisman gate, sealed with demonic ink.

Feng Yin knelt beside it, her eyes glowing faintly.

"This seal isn’t designed to keep people out."

She said.

"It’s meant to keep something in."

Tian Shen placed a cleansing talisman across the gate.

The ground shuddered.

With a whisper like a sigh, the gate dissolved.

A staircase of carved black stone wound downward, into a void that smelled of rot and dust and forgotten time.

Lian Hua summoned a flickering light with her qi.

"Let’s see what our rot looks like."

...

The descent took them through narrow corridors lined with old bones—some animal, some not.

Glyphs pulsed on the walls like living veins. At the base, they found it.

A chamber.

And within it, an altar.

Upon it, a single lotus—withered and black.

Tian Shen’s breath caught.

"This is..."

"A corruption symbiote." Elder Su said, stepping forward. "A parasite. It feeds on leyline energy, siphons spiritual flow, and spreads spores."

"It’s... alive?"

Feng Yin whispered.

"And it’s only one," Lian Hua added grimly. "There may be more."

Suddenly, the chamber trembled.

A shape slithered along the wall—long, fluid, shifting between shadow and flesh.

A voice echoed, sibilant and low.

*Shriek*

Elder Su raised her staff.

"We are not afraid of ghosts."

In response, a blast of dark qi erupted.

Tian Shen flung up a barrier. Feng Yin sent a flurry of talismans. Little Mei’s form blurred into her fox avatar, tearing into the shadows.

The specter hissed, scattering like mist.

But the altar shuddered. Cracks formed in the walls.

"The whole chamber is linked to the root system," Tian Shen yelled. "It’s going to collapse!"

"Get Out!"

Elder Su commanded.

They fled up the staircase as the floor crumbled behind them. The walls groaned, and qi surged in violent pulses.

They barely emerged aboveground before the entire southern ridge trembled—and then went still.

The staircase was gone.

Buried under the implosion.

Feng Yin knelt beside the disturbed earth, her voice soft.

"We found one root."

Lian Hua looked up at the cloudy sky.

"But how deep does the tree go?"

...

Back at the Pavilion, they sat in exhausted silence.

Tian Shen finally spoke.

"We now have proof. An altar of demonic Qi, then this corruption whatever. We can take this to the Sect Master."

Elder Su didn’t answer immediately. Then she said.

"We will, but carefully. Whoever planted that... may not be working alone."

Feng Yin looked down at the ground. The faint trace of the scream still echoed in her memory. There, there was something they should fear.

She clenched her fist.

"We’re doing just fine."

...

A soft breeze stirred the pavilion curtains, but none of them moved. The silence was not restful. It was taut—like the moment before a bowstring snapped.

Lian Hua slowly stood and walked to the edge of the open platform, gazing out over the moonlit sect grounds. Her phoenix pendant glinted faintly in the night.

"There’s something else," she murmured.

Tian Shen looked up from the cracked talisman he was still turning over in his hand.

"You think there’s a larger structure connected to that altar?"

Elder Su nodded.

"Possibly a network, or maybe even worse."

Little Mei shuddered, ears flicking back.

"I’ve read about symbiotes like that in the old bestiary. They don’t travel alone. They do in clusters. When one gets discovered... the rest adapt."

Feng Yin’s brows furrowed.

"Then destroying the chamber may have only forced it to retreat."

She stood and crossed to the center of the room, planting a clean talisman squarely on the table.

"We can’t rely on the Sect’s defenses. Not anymore. If the corruption reached this far, then someone disabled or redirected protective arrays. And that takes access."

Lian Hua turned.

"You’re thinking an elder?"

"Or someone using one as cover," Elder Su replied. "There’s too much missing—tunnel records, barrier keys, talisman stamps. Someone’s been erasing history."

Her tone turned sharp.

"Then we must strike at the paper trail next. Find what’s been scrubbed. If we can’t see the corruption directly, we find its shadow in the missing pieces."

Tian Shen glanced between them, thoughtful.

"I’ll go tomorrow. There’s an old registry—only few people know that area. It tracks leyline fluctuations over the last fifty years."

Little Mei stretched, tails curling.

"I’ll slip into the Beast Canopies. A few beast cages were moved last week... no reason, no logs. I want to know why."

"I’ll return to the Elder Wing," Elder Su said quietly.

They each understood their tasks, but the weight pressing on them had changed.

This was no longer just a hidden threat.

This was a war slowly rising through the bones of the Sect.

Feng Yin looked at each of them in turn—her eyes steady, but fierce.

"We fight shadows with light. But remember, shadows don’t flinch unless you burn bright enough to make them bleed."

Elder Su cracked a rare smile.

"Then let’s give them dawn before they even expect it."

Outside, the moon dipped lower. But their determination ascending just as higher.