mtl008 Chapter 88 How dare you show your face again?
Chapter 88 How dare you show your face again?
The shadowy figure moved with incredible speed, arriving in front of Zhuang Yu in the blink of an eye.
Zhuang Yu was prepared and dodged the attack with a quick sidestep.
Upon closer inspection, the newcomer turned out to be Ghost One, a demonic cultivator dressed in black, followed by Ghost Two. Both were at the early stage of Core Formation, and their auras were chilling.
"Heh heh, Zhuang Yu, you have a path to heaven but you choose to barge into the gates of hell!" Gui Yi's laughter was sharp and piercing, and he held a jet-black dagger in his hand, which gleamed with a cold light.
"You actually dare to show yourselves!" A cold glint flashed in Zhuang Yu's eyes.
"Hmph! You managed to escape last time, but it won't be so easy this time!" Gui Er said sinisterly, two curved blades appearing in his hands, their blades gleaming with a ghostly green light, clearly coated with deadly poison.
The two attacked simultaneously, each move ruthless and aimed directly at Zhuang Yu's vital points.
Zhuang Yu dared not be careless and unleashed his natal magic weapon, engaging the two in a fierce battle.
In an instant, sword light flashed, blade shadows flew, and a strong wind howled.
The reconstruction of the sect was in full swing, but Zhuang Yu was filled with worry as he looked at the busy crowd.
Although the chaos caused by the demonic cultivators has been quelled, the losses were severe, and the path to rebuilding the sect is long and arduous.
What worries him even more is whether there are still remnants of the demonic cultivators lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
During the reconstruction process, Zhuang Yu noticed some strange looks.
Some of his fellow disciples looked at him with jealousy and resentment.
He understood that his outstanding performance during the chaos of the demonic cultivators had made some people feel threatened.
Sure enough, rumors began to circulate within the sect, saying that he was arrogant and even suspected that he was colluding with demonic cultivators.
Zhuang Yu felt helpless. He had no intention of fighting with his fellow disciples; he only wanted to restore the sect's vitality as soon as possible.
But he knew that if he let these rumors spread, it would only further divide the sect and hinder the reconstruction efforts.
He took a deep breath and walked up to a few fellow disciples who were whispering among themselves. "Fellow disciples, what advice do you have for me?"
The disciples were startled by Zhuang Yu's sudden appearance. They exchanged glances, and one of the disciples, who was slightly arrogant, stepped forward and said in a sarcastic tone, "Junior Brother Zhuang, we were just discussing the aftermath of this demonic cultivator chaos, and we didn't mean anything by it."
Zhuang Yu smiled slightly, "I know you senior brothers are worried, and I don't mean to blame you. Everyone is thinking about the future of the sect, so it's normal to have concerns. I understand your feelings."
These words surprised the group. They had expected Zhuang Yu to be furious or silently endure it, but they did not expect him to be so calm.
They looked at each other, unsure how to respond.
Zhuang Yu continued, "Actually, in the battle against the demonic cultivators, I didn't rely entirely on my own strength. I'm willing to share my experience with everyone so we can improve together and contribute to the reconstruction of the sect."
Several disciples looked at Zhuang Yu in surprise, a hint of shame flashing in their eyes.
Their previous misunderstandings and jealousy of Zhuang Yu now seemed so insignificant.
Just then, a strange fluctuation of spiritual energy suddenly emanated from within the sect.
Zhuang Yu's expression changed, and he immediately became alert. "Not good, there's demonic energy!" Before he finished speaking, several dark figures darted out from the shadows, letting out sharp screechs, and rushed straight towards Zhuang Yu.
These dark figures are remnants of demonic cultivators, their forms are elusive and their speed is extremely fast, carrying a strong demonic aura.
The surrounding disciples panicked and retreated in disarray.
Zhuang Yu was not afraid at all. His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he quickly formed hand seals. Streams of golden spiritual energy shot out like sharp swords, defeating the little demonic shadows one by one.
"Amazing!" The disciples standing by were dumbfounded; they hadn't expected Zhuang Yu to be so powerful.
Zhuang Yu looked around and said in a deep voice, "It seems that the chaos caused by the demonic cultivators is not completely over..."
A voice came from behind: "Senior Brother Zhuang Yu, are you alright?"
Wang Yao stayed by Zhuang Yu's side the whole time. She quietly brought him a cup of tea, the aroma of which wafted between them.
Wang Yao gazed at Zhuang Yu with gentle eyes and a hint of concern.
Zhuang Yu took the teacup, his fingertips touching Wang Yao's soft fingertips, and a warm feeling welled up in his heart.
He gently grasped Wang Yao's hand in return, feeling each other's warmth, his heart filled with tenderness.
The brief moment of tranquility seemed to temporarily isolate the pressure of rebuilding the sect and the hidden dangers of the remaining demonic cultivators.
However, Zhuang Yu did not indulge in romantic feelings.
He knew the crisis was not over.
He began to investigate potential hidden dangers within the sect. Relying on the knowledge and experience gained in the mysterious space, he carefully examined every corner and every formation of the sect, leaving no stone unturned.
When Zhuang Yu inspected a forbidden area in the back mountain of the sect, he keenly sensed something unusual.
The spiritual energy fluctuations here are somewhat unstable, as if they are hiding some secret.
He approached cautiously, carefully observing his surroundings.
Suddenly, he noticed an inconspicuous pebble on the ground, slightly darker in color than the other pebbles.
A thought struck him, and he bent down to pick up the pebble and examined it carefully.
This seemingly ordinary stone exudes a faint demonic aura.
Zhuang Yu felt a chill run down his spine; he knew he had found it.
This stone is a trigger mechanism, connected to a hidden demonic trap.
Zhuang Yu smirked. He wasn't alarmed; instead, he studied the trap with great interest.
Using the array formation knowledge he learned in the mysterious space, he quickly deciphered the trap's structure and found a way to disarm it.
Moreover, he also discovered some cultivation resources left behind by demonic cultivators in the trap, including some precious pills and demonic artifacts.
Looking at these unexpected gains, Zhuang Yu was filled with pride.
He couldn't help but marvel at his good luck.
He carefully stored these resources, preparing to use part of them for the reconstruction of the sect and the rest for his own cultivation.
Just then, a dark figure silently appeared behind Zhuang Yu, its voice as cold as a snake, "It seems you've discovered our secret..."
Zhuang Yu distributed the precious resources he had obtained from the demonic cultivator's trap one by one.
Some of the precious elixirs and magical artifacts were used for the reconstruction of the sect, greatly accelerating the cultivation progress of the sect's disciples; the rest were kept for themselves to improve their own strength.
With his help, the sect quickly recovered and became full of spiritual energy, and the disciples' faces regained their former smiles.
The sect leader praised Zhuang Yu highly and personally held a commendation ceremony for him, awarding him a jade plaque symbolizing honor and announcing that his status in the sect had been further elevated.
Zhuang Yu's fellow disciples also completely changed their attitude towards him. Their former jealousy and dissatisfaction gradually dissipated, replaced by admiration and respect.
However, Zhuang Yu's mood did not lighten as a result.
He always felt that there was an even greater hidden danger in the sect that had not yet been discovered, and that the secret demonic energy seemed to be lurking in some corner, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
He stood at the highest point of the sect, overlooking the scene of reconstruction, feeling a vague unease in his heart.
"Brother Yu, these resources can really help everyone." Wang Yao's voice was gentle yet firm. She stood beside Zhuang Yu, her eyes filled with trust and support.
Zhuang Yu nodded, but his gaze remained fixed on the depths of the sect.
A hint of determination and resolve appeared between his brows. He turned to look at Wang Yao, a resolute glint in his eyes, "Yao'er, I always feel there is an even greater hidden danger."
Wang Yao smiled slightly and squeezed Zhuang Yu's hand, "No matter what it is, I believe you can handle it."
Zhuang Yu took a deep breath and looked resolutely into the distance. "I will find out the truth and will never let the sect fall into crisis again."
After saying that, he released Wang Yao's hand and strode into the depths of the sect, each step showing exceptional determination.
His silhouette stretched long in the setting sun, as if carrying an endless mission and responsibility.