Chapter 1479: Fame Shakes The World

After surviving life-and-death crises, the two humans and two demons grew closer and both agreed on guerrilla tactics. Thus, they formed a guerrilla squad to deal with their common enemy, the Tianyuan Sect.

Over the next few months, these four not only absorbed the treasures they had acquired, significantly boosting their cultivation, but also frequently harassed the Tianyuan Sect. After each successful raid, they would retreat into the endless forest.

Their hit-and-run tactics were shamelessly effective, leaving the Tianyuan Sect helpless. Every time the sect pursued them to the edge of the forest, they were met with endless hordes of forest beasts. Despite their numbers, they could do nothing but watch as the guerrilla squad disappeared into the distance.

Countless times, the Tianyuan Sect raged impotently at the forest's edge, while from within the forest came the increasingly familiar sound of a mocking song:

"No gold, no silver, but the Tianyuan Sect gives us all! No pills, no swords, but the Tianyuan Sect forges them for us!"

"Hahaha..."

As the song and laughter faded into the distance, the Tianyuan Sect was consumed with fury. They attempted to set the forest ablaze multiple times, but each time the beasts extinguished the flames. After numerous failed attempts, they eventually gave up.

Left with no choice, the Tianyuan Sect could only strengthen their internal defenses. However, maintaining constant vigilance was only a temporary solution and unsustainable in the long run. The sect expended vast resources and manpower, and the morale of its members was severely tested. Meanwhile, the guerrilla squad's growth far exceeded their expectations.

As time passed, the balance of power shifted. What began as minor skirmishes accumulated into a qualitative change. With the deaths of the last three elders, the scales of victory finally began to tip.

Half a year later, the once-mighty Tianyuan Sect was brought to its knees by the guerrilla squad. With the assassination of Sect Leader Jin Zhenyuan, the Tianyuan Sect was no more.

As Jin Zhenyuan lay dying, he crawled desperately toward the sect's throne, blood spilling from his mouth as he muttered:

"Impossible... I am a direct descendant of the Jin family. I was destined to return to the imperial capital and achieve greatness. All these years of effort and wealth..."

Before he could finish, a toad kicked him away, sending him tumbling down the jade steps. He collapsed in the grand hall, barely clinging to life.

A young man in black approached, crouching before him with a grin.

"Rest in peace! These past few months, you've chased us to the brink, forcing us to break through our limits. In recognition of your 'efforts,' I'll gladly take all the wealth and resources you've accumulated over the years."

The cruel words echoed through the hall, and Jin Zhenyuan's eyes widened in rage.

"You... you!"

He struggled to rise, but his strength failed him. He fell to the ground, dead.

The young man in black stood up with a cold smile, using a gust of wind to wipe the blood from the throne. Yi Feng slowly ascended the jade steps, stepping over the bloodstained floor, and took his seat on the sect leader's throne. The other members of the squad sat on either side, their cold eyes scanning the hall.

In an instant, an overwhelming pressure filled the Tianyuan Hall, far surpassing anything they had felt before.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless and unable to resist the guerrilla squad's might, the elders and disciples in the hall immediately knelt in submission.

Outside the hall, the remaining members of the Tianyuan Sect also knelt, though a few loyalists fled in the chaos.

From that day on, the Tianyuan Sect was no more.

Within half a day, news of the sect's fall spread far and wide, shocking the world. The once-mighty strongest sect of Yandang Mountain had been brought down by two humans and two demons, leaving only scattered remnants. Many sects lamented the fall of such a powerful force.

But among the common people, the disappearance of the Tianyuan Sect, which had been a great scourge, was cause for celebration. The news spread like wildfire, and countless people rejoiced.

Even the guerrilla song became widely popular.

That winter, the ruins of the Tianyuan Sect were taken over by the newly formed Sword Sect. Sect Leader Yi Feng not only inherited most of the Tianyuan Sect's power and wealth but also opened the sect's doors to ordinary disciples, earning widespread admiration and loyalty.

In less than a year, the world had turned upside down.

Disciples from all over flocked to the Sword Sect, marveling at the changes.

Within a few months, the Sword Sect grew at an astonishing rate. The city of Tianyuan was renamed New City and flourished like never before. From cultivators to commoners, the shadow that had loomed over their hearts was lifted.

From then on, the Sword Sect became the strongest sect in Yandang Mountain.

Achieving such success in such a short time was enough to awe the world. Just as everyone was reeling from this development, Yi Feng made an even more shocking decision.

The Sword Sect would move to the imperial capital of the Blazing Fire Kingdom!

This bold move not only shocked the hundreds of sects in Yandang Mountain but also stirred the various forces within the kingdom. Opinions were divided—some hoped to see the Sword Sect fail, others dismissed it, and still others were intrigued by this rising power, wondering how far this wind would carry them.

The entire Blazing Fire Kingdom turned its attention to the Sword Sect.

To everyone's surprise, the Sword Sect, with its extraordinary cohesion and combat strength, firmly established itself in the imperial capital. Within a few months, it had absorbed over a dozen smaller sects, rising to the ranks of the top-tier powers.

For a time, the entire Blazing Fire Kingdom was abuzz with discussions about the Sword Sect.

From the mysterious and decisive Sect Leader Yi Feng, the terrifyingly powerful Three Guardians, to the fiercely loyal elders and the rising stars among the disciples, all became the focus of attention for the various forces in the capital.

Rumors spread like wildfire among the common people, and the streets were filled with gasps of amazement.

Even scholars praised them, and the brothels were abuzz with excitement.

"A great roc rises with the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles in a single day."

Reciting the most popular poem of the moment, the young man in black drained his cup of wine, a faint smile in his eyes.

Seeing this, the toad squatting in the elegant garden also downed his wine and asked curiously, "Brother Yi, your ambitions must go far beyond what people are saying, right?"

Yi Feng smiled but didn't answer, simply tossing another jar of wine to the toad.

"Here!"

The young man in black also smiled faintly, glancing at the toad leaning against the rockery.

"Of course. Establishing a sect in the Blazing Fire Kingdom's capital is just the beginning. We're going to return to the Snow Moon Holy Land and settle old scores. What kind of man would I be if I didn't avenge the past?"

"Return to the Holy Land?" The toad and the snail exchanged surprised glances.

Looking back at the two men drinking freely, their minds filled with memories of all they had been through together. Recalling the rapid growth of their sect, they finally understood.

"That's right! I knew you wouldn't let bygones be bygones. So what if it's the Holy Land? I think our Sword Sect is far superior!"

With that, the young man in black tossed another jar of wine to the toad.

"Here! Well said! I like hearing that. You're finally starting to sound like a proper person!"

"Hahaha..."

As they laughed freely, a elder approached the garden and bowed respectfully.

"Reporting to the Sect Leader and the Three Guardians, the imperial capital's treasure vault is about to open. The royal palace has sent an invitation!"

Hearing this, they set down their cups and turned with curiosity.