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

After escaping from the collapsed tower with difficulty, Lin Feng and his party dragged their extremely exhausted bodies and slowly returned to the sect. Their steps were heavy and sluggish, and each step seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight. The sun shone on them, but it could not dispel the fatigue and pain deeply imprinted in the depths of their souls.

Their clothes were ragged, and the rags fluttered weakly in the wind, covered with blood, dust and traces of battle. Everyone's face had scars of varying degrees, some were deep sword marks, some were black spots eroded by the power of darkness, and some were pale as paper due to excessive fatigue. But in their eyes, there was a firm and complex light, which was the calmness and expectations for the future after experiencing the test of life and death.

The people in the sect had been waiting at the door for a long time, and when they saw their returning figures, they instantly surrounded them like a tide. In the crowd, some disciples had a gleam of admiration in their eyes, which was full of praise and yearning for heroes; others showed deep concern and worry, and their eyes quickly swept over the injured, trying to find every wound and every expression of pain.

"Brother Lin Feng, you are finally back!" A young disciple shouted excitedly, his voice trembling with excitement. He squeezed through the crowd and rushed to Lin Feng, his eyes full of tears of joy.

Lin Feng barely squeezed out a smile, which looked particularly vicissitudes on his face covered with dust and blood. He raised his hand and gently patted the disciple's shoulder, indicating to everyone that he was fine. However, his body was trembling slightly, and only he knew that he had exhausted the last bit of strength at this moment.

Su Yao did not dare to stop for a moment, and immediately organized people to treat the injured. The medical clinic in the sect became busy in an instant, and the air was filled with the strong aroma of herbs. The doctors were dressed in white robes, looking nervous and focused. They shuttled between rows of beds, holding various medicines and herbs in their hands. When cleaning the wounds of the wounded, water and blood mixed together and flowed in the grooves on the ground; when applying medicine and bandaging, the movements were gentle and quick, for fear of causing more pain to the wounded.

Lin Feng sat on a chair beside him, leaning back slightly, trying to relax himself. But his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the fierce battle. The hideous and twisted face of the dark wizard kept appearing in front of him, and every wrinkle seemed to be full of evil and curses; he remembered the thrilling moments in the battle, every collision of swords and magic, every scream of the enemy, and every struggle on the edge of life and death. He knew that the victory over the dark wizard this time was not only because of their strength, but also because of the unity and fearless courage that everyone burst out in desperate situations. That kind of power, beyond any spells and martial arts, is a belief from the bottom of the heart and a determination to protect their homeland.

At this time, the headmaster came to the clinic with a steady pace. His face was engraved with traces of time, and his eyes revealed deep worry and heartache. He walked slowly past each bed, gently stroked the forehead of the injured disciples, and gave them silent comfort and encouragement.

"Lin Feng, thanks to you this time." The headmaster's voice was full of emotion and relief. He stopped in front of Lin Feng, his eyes full of appreciation and gratitude.

Hearing the headmaster's words, Lin Feng struggled to stand up. Although the pain in his body made him frown, his eyes were still firm. "Headmaster, this is what we should do. It is our responsibility and mission to protect the sect and everyone. But we can't take it lightly. Although the dark wizard has been defeated, no one knows whether there will be new threats. Maybe in a corner, there are more powerful dark forces secretly watching us." Although Lin Feng's voice was hoarse, every word was full of worry and vigilance.

The headmaster nodded, his eyes looked into the distance, as if thinking about something. "You are right, Lin Feng. We must strengthen the defense and training of the sect and not let such a tragedy happen again. We must ensure that every disciple has enough strength and courage to face possible challenges in the future." The head of the sect's voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the clinic, making everyone feel his determination and faith.

In the following days, the sect began intensive and orderly reconstruction and rectification work. The damaged houses and facilities were gradually repaired with the efforts of the craftsmen, the once broken walls were re-erected, and the roofs burned by the flames were re-covered with new tiles. The martial arts training ground in the sect has become more lively, and the training slogans of the disciples are one after another, full of vitality and fighting spirit.

Lin Feng personally supervised the training work, and his figure always appeared in every corner of the martial arts training ground. He was strict with his disciples, and every action and every spell required accuracy. He would personally demonstrate every move of the sword, with smooth and powerful movements, which stunned the disciples; he would correct the gestures and formulas of the disciples when they cast spells, even a small mistake would not be let go.

"Everyone should remember, every time we train is to have more chances of survival in battle and more power to protect our sect! Every drop of sweat, every time of exhaustion, is to make us stronger and enable us to protect everything we cherish!" Lin Feng said loudly, his voice echoing over the martial arts training ground, inspiring every disciple.

Although the disciples felt exhausted under the high-intensity training, they all gritted their teeth and persisted. They understood Lin Feng's painstaking efforts and knew the responsibilities they shouldered. Whenever they wanted to give up, they would think of the thrilling battle and the brothers and sisters who sacrificed for the sect, so they would regain their courage and devote themselves to training.

At the same time, Su Yao was busy sorting out the classics and treasures in the sect. During the battle, some precious classics were damaged, some pages were burnt, and some texts were blurred by blood. She carefully opened each book, gently wiped the stains on it with a soft brush, and repaired the damaged pages with delicate techniques. For those unrecognizable texts, she would consult a lot of information and consult the elders in the sect, striving to restore the original appearance of the classics.

In the process of sorting out the treasures, Su Yao found some magic tools that were eroded by dark forces. She would first use purification spells to remove the dark aura on them, and then use special materials and spells to repair them, so that these magic tools can shine again.

One day, Lin Feng was instructing his disciples to practice a new set of sword techniques on the training ground. The sun was blazing on the ground, and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but his eyes were still focused and sharp.

"Pay attention to the angle of the sword, be fast, accurate, and ruthless!" Lin Feng shouted loudly, demonstrating the movements with the sword in his hand.

Just then, a disciple hurriedly ran to report. "Brother Lin Feng, it's not good. Some strange phenomena have appeared in the nearby villages, and the villagers are panicking." The disciple's face was full of anxiety and uneasiness.

Lin Feng's heart tightened, and he immediately stopped the action in his hand. "What's going on? Tell me in detail."

The disciple panted and said: "The livestock in the village died inexplicably. Overnight, all the cattle and sheep fell in a pool of blood, and the death was extremely horrible. The well water also became turbid and exuded a foul smell. The villagers said that there was an evil spirit at work."

Lin Feng frowned, and a bad premonition surged in his heart. "Call a few disciples immediately and follow me to the village to check."

Soon, Lin Feng and several disciples ran towards the village. When they arrived at the village, they found that the whole village was filled with a strange atmosphere. The originally bustling streets were empty, the doors and windows were closed, and only a few crows were making ominous calls on the branches.

Lin Feng walked into a farmer's yard and saw several dead livestock lying on the ground. The bodies had begun to rot and emitted a foul smell. He squatted down and carefully observed the wounds of the livestock. He found that these wounds were not caused by ordinary beasts, but seemed to be injured by some dark power.

"What is going on?" A disciple couldn't help asking.

Lin Feng stood up and said solemnly: "This seems to be related to the previous dark power. Maybe the dark wizard was defeated by us, but the remnants he left behind are still causing trouble."

Just then, a mysterious figure flashed in the woods outside the village.

"Who?" Lin Feng shouted loudly, his eyes instantly becoming extremely sharp. He led his disciples to chase after him without hesitation.

They shuttled through the woods at a high speed, branches and thorns scratched their clothes, but they did not slow down at all. However, the mysterious figure always kept a certain distance from them, as if deliberately luring them deeper into the woods.

As they went deeper, the atmosphere in the woods became more and more weird. The gloomy fog spread, making their vision blurry. Suddenly, Lin Feng stopped and felt a strong force spreading around him.

"Be careful, there is an ambush!" Lin Feng warned loudly.

But it was too late. A group of black shadows suddenly appeared around them and surrounded them...