However, the battle was not over. Although the cult was destroyed, its remnants still lurked in the shadows, like a venomous snake hiding in a deep pool, ready to bite those who had dealt it a fatal blow.

Xu Yuehuai, Qi Guze, and Feng Wuhen stood on the ruins, their gazes firm and profound, as if they could pierce through the dark fog and look directly at the enemies hidden in the shadows.

"Their remnants are still operating in the shadows, and we must remain vigilant." Xu Yuehuai's voice was calm and firm, her eyes gleaming with an undeniable light.

Qi Guze nodded, his brows furrowed, as if he was considering his next move.

Feng Wuhen, sword in hand, walked toward the remaining altars, destroying them one by one, as if declaring the end of the cult.

Those cult members who had been controlled by the cult had now regained their normal thinking. They knelt before Xu Yuehuai and Qi Guze, weeping and confessing their crimes.

"What terrible things have I done before!" A sober cult member pounded his chest, his face filled with regret and pain.

"I'm so sorry, everyone!" Another sane cult member knelt on the ground and bowed to the crowd in apology.

Xu Yuehuai looked at them, feeling both sympathy and helplessness. She knew that these clear-headed cult members had not joined the cult voluntarily, but had been misled and controlled by it.

"This wasn't your choice, it's not your fault," Xu Yuehuai said softly, trying to comfort you.

Upon hearing this, the sane cult members raised their heads, their eyes filled with gratitude and admiration as they looked at Xu Yuehuai. They knew that it was Xu Yuehuai, Qi Guze, and the others who had saved them, allowing them to escape the clutches of the cult.

In the days that followed, Xu Yuehuai, Qi Guze, and Feng Wuhen, these three brave and fearless warriors, fought side by side with the villagers, dedicating themselves to the great cause of rebuilding their homes. Their figures moved busily through the village, every drop of sweat a testament to their deep affection for their hometown.

Before the first rays of sunlight had fully bathed the earth, Xu Yuehuai had already risen early. Dressed in simple, neat coarse cloth, she exuded a rustic yet resilient aura. Holding a shovel, her face radiated determination and resolve, as if the sunlight itself shone brighter because of her unwavering spirit.

She stood at the village entrance, her gaze sweeping resolutely across the surroundings. A gentle breeze stirred, causing her clothes to flutter softly. She took a deep breath, raised her arm, and shouted, "Fellow villagers, a new day has begun! Our home is in our hands! Let us work together to create a better future!"

Hearing the call, the villagers sprang from their homes and gathered around Xu Yuehuai. They held tools in hand, their faces beaming with anticipation and confidence, as if Xu Yuehuai's words had ignited a fire that illuminated their path forward.

Qi Guze carefully guided the villagers in repairing their houses. He would sometimes squat down to check if the bricks and stones were secure, and sometimes look up to observe whether the structure of the wooden beams was reasonable. His eyes gleamed with wisdom, as if he were thinking about how to better help the villagers rebuild their homes.

"My benefactor, is it alright to put this stone here?" a young villager asked, holding a stone with a puzzled look on his face.

Qi Guze looked up, smiled and nodded: "Yes, it's perfect here. Remember to secure it with soil to prevent it from loosening."

"Okay!" the young villager replied, carefully placing the stone down and starting to secure it with soil.

Another villager came over carrying a wooden beam and asked with some concern, "Brother Gu Ze, this wooden beam looks a bit old. Will it be able to hold up?"

Qi Guze carefully inspected the wooden beams, then patted the villager on the shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry, although these wooden beams are a bit old, the structure is still very solid. As long as we pay attention to reinforcement and maintenance, they will definitely be able to support our homes."

Feng Wuhen was responsible for teaching the villagers self-defense martial arts. He was agile and graceful, and every punch and kick was full of power and beauty. He stood in the open space, facing the villagers, with a gentle smile on his face.

"Everyone, watch closely. This move is called 'Tiger Descending the Mountain.' It requires strength, but you also need to pay attention to technique." Feng Wuhen said as he demonstrated the move. His fists were as swift and powerful as a tiger descending the mountain, drawing cheers from the villagers.

"Brother Feng, I want to learn this move too!" A little boy ran over excitedly, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

Feng Wuhen smiled and patted the little boy's head, saying, "Okay, but you need to build a solid foundation first, starting with simple movements."

"Yes, I will definitely study hard!" the little boy replied confidently.

As time went on, the repair work gradually unfolded. The villagers worked busily and systematically, their faces beaming with satisfaction and joy. Xu Yuehuai frequently walked around to check on the progress and encourage everyone.

"Thank you all for your hard work! I feel very gratified to see our home gradually recovering," Xu Yuehuai said with emotion.

"Yes, Sister Yuehuai, this is all thanks to you!" a villager said gratefully.

"No, this is everyone's achievement. It is through our joint efforts that our home has been revitalized," Xu Yuehuai replied modestly.

Qi Guze and Feng Wuhen also joined the conversation, sharing their thoughts and experiences, and discussing how to better help the villagers rebuild their homes. Their dialogue was full of wisdom and enthusiasm, like warm currents flowing through the hearts of the villagers.

As the sun rose higher, its rays bathed the entire village. Thanks to everyone's combined efforts, the renovation work made significant progress. The houses gradually returned to their original appearance, and the streets became clean and spacious.

Standing at the village entrance, Xu Yuehuai gazed at her newly transformed home, her heart filled with pride and joy. She knew that all of this was the result of everyone's joint efforts, a symbol of the villagers' unity and concerted struggle.

"Fellow villagers, look at our homeland, how beautiful it is!" Xu Yuehuai exclaimed excitedly.

The villagers stopped and turned to look. Happy smiles lit up their faces, as if all their hard work and effort had been rewarded.

"Yes, this is our home, and we must protect it!" a villager said with emotion.

“Yes, we must work together to make our home even better!” another villager added.

On this hopeful and vibrant morning, the villagers united as one, working together to create a bright future for themselves. Their laughter and cheers echoed through the village, as if proclaiming their determination and belief to the world.

In the process of rebuilding their homes, the village gradually regained its former tranquility and peace. The houses were renovated and looked brand new, and the fields were cultivated neatly. Every night, wisps of smoke rise from the village, a testament to the villagers' hard work and their yearning for a better life.