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

After the war, the sect was like a wilderness ravaged by a storm, immersed in a heavy and miserable atmosphere. The once neat and solemn square was now stained with blood, and broken weapons and debris were scattered all over the ground, as if silently telling the cruelty of the battle. The injured disciples lay on the ground in a mess, and the groans of pain and weak cries for help intertwined, echoing in the air, piercing everyone's heart.

Lin Feng stood blankly in the center of the sect's square, looking at the devastated scene in front of him, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a thousand-pound boulder, so heavy that he could hardly breathe. His eyes were full of grief, anger and deep self-blame. Those once lively faces, those brothers who practiced and laughed with him, some of them have now closed their eyes forever, and some are struggling on the brink of life and death.

"Immediately organize people to clean up the battlefield and treat the wounded!" Lin Feng's voice was hoarse and low, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his soul. His eyes were bloodshot and his face was haggard, but his resolute expression made every disciple present feel an invisible force.

The disciples took action one after another, their steps heavy and hurried. Some disciples worked in pairs, carefully lifted the injured, and slowly and steadily sent them to the clinic; some disciples held tools and silently began to clean up the mess on the ground. They were tired and sad on their faces, but there was no hesitation in their hands.

Lin Feng personally participated in the rescue operation. He bent down and gently picked up a seriously injured disciple. The disciple's face was as pale as paper, and blood kept pouring out of the wound, staining Lin Feng's clothes red. Lin Feng's eyes were full of concern and anxiety. He walked towards the clinic with firm steps, and every step seemed so heavy.

The clinic was filled with a strong smell of herbs and blood. Su Yao and several disciples who were good at medicine were busy around the beds. Su Yao's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. Her hands were busy bandaging the wounds of the wounded and mixing herbs.

"Su Yao, how is the situation?" Lin Feng asked anxiously, with a tremor in his voice.

Su Yao looked up at him, with a trace of worry in his eyes, "Not optimistic, Lin Feng. There are too many wounded, and many of them are seriously injured. We are running out of herbs, and some precious elixirs are also running out."

Lin Feng frowned, forming a deep ravine, "I will send people to find more herbs immediately. No matter how much it costs, we must save the lives of every disciple."

After speaking, he turned and hurriedly left the clinic, and quickly gathered a group of disciples.

"You will be divided into several groups and go to the nearby mountains to collect herbs. Be sure to look carefully and don't miss any herbs that may be useful." Lin Feng said seriously.

The disciples responded in unison, then quickly prepared the tools and embarked on the difficult journey of collecting herbs.

In the sect's warehouse, the elder in charge of material management was worrying about the account book. His fingers moved slowly on the account book, and his face became heavier with each page he turned.

"This battle consumed too much. Food, weapons, and protective gear, almost all the materials are running out. We must find a way to replenish them as soon as possible, otherwise the normal operation of the sect will be difficult to maintain." The elder said to himself worriedly.

After learning about this situation, Lin Feng fell into deep thought. After a moment, he made a decision.

"Send some smart disciples to the surrounding towns to purchase necessities. At the same time, ask for help from other friendly sects, hoping that they can lend a hand in this difficult time." Lin Feng said.

In the following days, Lin Feng seemed to have become a tireless machine. He personally supervised the strengthening of fortifications during the day, and formulated the sect's disciples' training plans under candlelight at night.

Every morning, when the first ray of sunlight was only faintly sprinkled on the sect's martial arts training ground, the disciples were already neatly lined up there, ready to start a day of hard training. Lin Feng was always the first to arrive at the martial arts training ground. His figure was upright and resolute, and his eyes were like torches.

"Punch hard and move quickly!" Lin Feng loudly instructed a disciple and demonstrated it himself.

He walked to another disciple and corrected his spell gestures, "Concentrate your mind, feel the flow of spiritual power, and don't let the spell dissipate easily."

Under his strict requirements, the disciples did not dare to slack off in the slightest. They strived to be perfect in every movement and tried their best in every spell.

"Every progress you make is the best consolation to your fellow disciples who sacrificed! Only when we become stronger can we avoid tragedies from happening again!" Lin Feng's voice echoed over the martial arts training ground, inspiring every disciple.

At the same time, Su Yao also entered a nearly crazy research state in the medical hall. She locked herself in a small laboratory, surrounded by various herbs and books. Her eyes were bloodshot, but she still focused on the experimental equipment in front of her.

After countless attempts and failures, countless sleepless nights of hard work, Su Yao finally made a breakthrough in an experiment.

"I succeeded! I succeeded!" Su Yao shouted excitedly, with uncontrollable joy in her voice.

She rushed out of the laboratory and found Lin Feng, "Lin Feng, I have developed a new formula for the elixir. This elixir can promote wound healing faster, and the effect is much better than the previous elixir."

Lin Feng's tired face showed a little gratifying smile, and the smile seemed to be a dawn in the darkness. "It's great, Su Yao. This will help our wounded recovery."

Over time, under the careful care of Su Yao and other medical disciples, the injuries of the wounded gradually improved. Those disciples who once hanged a line slowly broke away from the danger and began to get out of bed. The strength of the martial arts is also recovering little by little.

However, Lin Feng knew that they could not be satisfied with the status quo. Although the enemy is temporarily repelled, it may come again at any time. Only by making the martial arts stronger can everyone truly protect everyone.

One day, the sun was shining, and Lin Feng decided to call all the disciples in the martial arts.

In the square of the martial arts, the disciples are neatly arranged, and their eyes are concentrated on Lin Feng, full of expectations and trust.

Lin Feng stepped onto the platform and looked around the disciples under the stage. His voice sounded firmly and strongly: "After this life and death difficulty, we understand the importance of unity and strong. We have lost a lot of dear brothers, But their sacrifice will not be in vain.

Lin Feng's words are like flames, igniting the fighting spirit in every disciple's heart.

The disciples yelled, "For the sake of the martial arts, we are willing to pay everything!"

The voice was deafening and rushed into the clouds, as if to declare their determination to the world.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the martial arts gradually rejuvenated. The new buildings rose on the ruins, which is stronger and magnificent than before. The facilities of the martial arts field have been further improved, adding many advanced training appliances.

The reputation of the martial arts sounded again in the rivers and lakes, attracting many people with aspiring to come and go. They brought new ideas and vitality, injecting fresh blood into the development of the martial arts.

Lin Feng looked at the increasingly prosperous martial arts, and his heart was full of emotions and hope. He knows that they have gone through the most difficult moments. The future road may still be full of challenges, but as long as everyone unite, there is nothing to stop them from moving forward.

On a quiet night, Lin Feng stood alone on the top of the martial arts, looking at the starry sky in the distance. The star flickering is like his longing for the future.

"We will get better and better." Lin Feng said softly, the breeze brushed his face, as if responding to his vow.