The Journey Against Time, I am the King of Scrolls in a Hundred Times Space

Behind the prosperous and peaceful scene of the sect, an undercurrent is quietly surging, and a potential crisis is slowly enveloping it, just like the calm before the storm.

It was a sunny day, and the sect was invited to participate in a grand exchange event with other sects. At the event site, colorful flags were flying, people were coming and going, and each sect showed its unique skills and magic weapons. The atmosphere was warm and harmonious. Lin Feng attended on behalf of the sect. He was dressed in a simple and elegant long gown, with an upright posture and extraordinary temperament.

During the exchange, Lin Feng keenly noticed some strange looks. Whenever he introduced the new achievements of the sect or communicated with representatives of other sects, there were always a few looks from different corners, with an indescribable complex emotion. Although everyone seemed to be in harmony on the surface, praising each other, exchanging spells, and sharing cultivation experiences, the peeping and jealousy hidden behind the smiles pricked Lin Feng's nerves like needles.

"Su Yao, I always feel that this exchange is not right. The other sects look at us strangely, as if they are planning something." That night after the event, Lin Feng found Su Yao in the study and said worriedly. His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

Su Yao was sitting at the desk, holding an ancient spell book in her hand. Hearing Lin Feng's words, she gently put the book down, got up and walked to the window, looking at the moonlight outside the window, and replied after thinking for a moment: "Maybe we are developing too fast, which has aroused their vigilance and dissatisfaction. But there is no conclusive evidence at present. We should pay more attention and observe first, and must not act rashly to avoid unnecessary trouble." Her voice was soft and calm, with a reassuring power.

At the same time, the consumption of resources in the sect was gradually increasing unknowingly. The continuous addition of new disciples made the originally spacious training grounds slightly crowded, and the demand for materials and pills required for various training was also increasing. Spell training requires a large amount of spiritual gems and precious herbs, and the construction of the sect also requires basic resources such as wood and stone. The elder in charge of resource management was gloomy and worried in front of the account book every day.

One day, the elder hurried into the headmaster's room, his face was pale and his eyes were full of anxiety. "Headmaster, if this continues, our resources may not last long. The cultivation consumption of new disciples is much more than expected, and the recent construction projects have exceeded the budget." The elder's voice trembled, and the account book in his hand was tightly gripped by him, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

The headmaster sat behind the desk, listening to the elder's report, and his face gradually became solemn. He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, thinking about solutions. "First, temporarily reduce some unnecessary expenses, such as slowing down some decorative construction projects. At the same time, send some experienced disciples to the surrounding mountains and wilderness to find new resource sources. We can't sit and wait for death, we must take the initiative." The headmaster's voice was firm and decisive, and his eyes revealed an unyielding determination.

In the rivers and lakes, some rumors about the sect began to spread quietly like a plague. In the corner of the teahouse, several mysterious people were talking in a low voice. "I heard that the sect has a mysterious magic weapon that can instantly improve people's skills." A masked man said.

"I also heard that they have a secret book of magic, and as long as they get it, they can dominate the world." Another person echoed.

These rumors became more and more outrageous and mysterious, attracting the attention of many people with bad intentions. Some gangsters in the world began to wander around the sect, trying to find an opportunity to sneak into the sect and steal the so-called treasures.

One day, the sun was scorching, and a team of disciples sent by the sect to collect resources were walking on a small path in the mountains. They carried baskets on their backs, held tools in their hands, and observed their surroundings vigilantly. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept by, and a group of black shadows rushed out of the woods and attacked the disciples without saying a word. These attackers all had fierce looks on their faces and fierce moves.

"No, there is an enemy attack!" The captain of the team shouted, and the disciples reacted quickly, drawing their weapons and casting spells to resist. For a moment, the light flickered, and the sound of spells and weapons colliding resounded through the valley.

After a fierce fight, the disciples fought hard and finally repelled the attackers, but several disciples were still seriously injured. They supported each other and hurried back to the sect.

When Lin Feng learned about this, he was furious. He immediately rushed to the room where the injured were, looking at the injured disciples, his fists clenched tightly, and his eyes burned with anger. "It is obvious that someone is deliberately targeting us. We must find out who is behind it!" His voice was low and full of majesty.

Su Yao also arrived later. She carefully examined the injuries of the wounded, and then calmly analyzed: "From the current situation, it is very likely that those sects that are jealous of us did it, but it is not ruled out that some evil forces in the rivers and lakes want to take advantage of the fire. We can't lose our composure and must formulate a comprehensive plan to deal with it."

When the head of the sect learned about this, he immediately summoned the core members of the sect to discuss countermeasures. In the meeting room, the atmosphere was serious and tense. The head of the sect sat in the first seat with a gloomy face. "We cannot let this happen again. From today on, we will strengthen the sect's defenses, increase the number of disciples patrolling, and set up more powerful defense arrays around the sect."

However, the crisis did not stop there. In the following days, the sect was constantly harassed by various small troubles. One night, the sect's warehouse suddenly caught fire for no reason, and the fire was fierce. The disciples fought hard to put out the fire and barely saved some supplies. Another day, the sect's precious medicine warehouse was stolen, and some rare herbs disappeared. Some disciples even went astray during their practice and almost lost their lives.

Lin Feng suspected that all this was not accidental, and he decided to investigate secretly in person. He changed into plain clothes, quietly left the sect, and asked around in the world. He visited some hermits in the world and exchanged intelligence with them. During the investigation, he found some clues, and it seemed that all the events pointed to a mysterious organization. This organization acts secretly, and few people know its true face and purpose.

"This organization is hidden very deeply, and we must deal with it carefully. If we are not careful, we may fall into a place of no return." Lin Feng said to Su Yao after returning to the sect.

Su Yao nodded in agreement: "That's right, we can't act rashly, so as not to alert the enemy. But we can't sit and wait for death, we have to find a way to find their weaknesses."

Just as the sect was busy dealing with the crisis, a mysterious letter was delivered to the headmaster. The letter was written on a black paper, and the handwriting on it was blood red and dazzling. "Headmaster, you have three days to hand over the treasures of the sect, otherwise you will face the disaster of extermination." There was no signature in the letter, but the threatening tone was chilling.

The headmaster was furious, and he threw the letter hard on the ground. "It's simply too much! We will never bow to evil forces! Even if we fight to the last man, we must protect the dignity and honor of the sect!" The voice of the headmaster echoed in the sect, arousing everyone's fighting spirit.

The sect fell into an unprecedented predicament, and everyone understood that a bigger storm was coming. But they also firmly believed that as long as they united as one, they would be able to overcome the difficulties and protect their homes and beliefs...