Chapter 6812: Victims of the Battle

He concentrated his energy and felt the spiritual energy in his body. Gradually, his injuries healed and his physical fatigue gradually subsided. Improving his cultivation is his goal, because only by becoming stronger can he better protect himself and others.

A ray of morning light sprinkled into the room through the window, and Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes. He felt clearer in his heart and more determined. Hatred could not make him move forward. What he needed was calmness and reason, as well as stronger power.

After sorting out his thoughts, he stood up, and his emotions for Elder Song gradually faded. In the future, he knew that he would face more challenges, but he would not be bound by the past.

Walking out of the courtyard, Chen Xuan took a deep breath, and the scenery of Xinglong Sect came into view again.

Chen Xuan stood on the top of the sect, looking at the familiar and broken scene beside him. Xinglong Sect, where he used to practice, is now in a mess.

His eyes wandered among the ruined buildings, the charred pillars and the messy rubble, and a lot of complex emotions surged in his heart. This was the place where he practiced and struggled.

The fellow disciples and sisters around him left a deep mark in Chen Xuan's heart. Some had left, and some fell beside him. They were once partners, but now they became victims of the battle. This feeling of powerlessness made him suffer.

However, there was more anger. Angry at the occurrence of this battle, angry at the harm suffered by innocent fellow disciples, angry at the ruthless destruction and loss, his fists clenched, and the palms were deeply engraved with nail marks.

But under the anger, there were deeper doubts. He didn't understand what was hidden behind this battle. What force could so easily destroy this originally solid sect? Who launched such a devastating attack on the sect? This doubt surged in his heart, making him feel more uneasy.

A sense of powerlessness came over him. He felt as if he was in the eye of the storm, involved in the dispute, but with little power and unable to control it.

Chen Xuan's eyes swept over the fallen fellows again. Was their sacrifice in vain? This made him feel heartbroken and helpless.

However, the tenacity buried deep in his heart made him unwilling to collapse. He understood that the battle had already happened and the sect had suffered a heavy blow, but he could not stop moving forward. He could not stagnate because of the ruins in front of him. He had the responsibility to protect the sect.

In this ruin, he made up his mind.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath. He knew that he needed stronger power and deeper cultivation to cope with future challenges.

As night fell, the remains of the Xinglong Sect looked even more desolate in the twilight. Chen Xuan stood on the ruins, watching the remaining afterglow disappear into the horizon, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes.

In the morning light, he looked down at the ruins of the sect with a resolute look. He took a deep breath and decided to start rebuilding the sect. This was a long and difficult process, but his heart was full of faith and determination.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning shone through the clouds. Chen Xuan led a group of monks to stand in front of the ruins. They were wearing ordinary sect clothes and began to pick up the rubble.

Chen Xuan took the lead personally. He lifted a piece of rubble, and his spiritual power surged, moving the rubble to the side. He did not stop, and continued to work, using his spiritual power to clean up the ruins.

Other monks followed his steps. They worked together to clean up all the rubble and broken wood on the ruins.

Although the work was heavy, everyone's hearts were full of faith and hope, because they knew that this was for the future of the sect.

Day by day, the ruins of the Xinglong Sect gradually had a new breath. The broken buildings were cleaned up, the damaged foundations were repaired, and the burned fairy grass garden began to be replanted.

Chen Xuan led the monks to re-transform the outline of the sect, and they built new buildings.

During the reconstruction process, Chen Xuan also encountered various challenges, sometimes the shortage of building materials.

In the Xinglong Sect, the project is being carried out in an intense and orderly manner, and various restoration projects are being carried out in an orderly manner. On this hopeful day, a group of elders from the Blood Vein Immortal Sect suddenly came. Their arrival should have been a kind of support, but they poured into the Xinglong Sect like ghosts without invitation.

Chen Xuan led the monks to be surprised, but based on etiquette, they still welcomed these uninvited guests.

The elders of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect pretended to comfort on the surface, but there was a conspiracy flashing in their eyes. They wore gorgeous robes, and their eyes revealed ridicule and contempt, as if they were not optimistic about the reconstruction of the Xinglong Sect.

"Oh, this is the so-called reconstruction of your Xinglong Sect?" An elder of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect sneered: "It looks like a shed in the ruins."

Chen Xuan's face flashed a trace of displeasure, but he tried to stay calm. He knew that these people had bad intentions, but he didn't want to let the monks in the sect fall into a meaningless dispute.

"We are here to see if you need any help." Another elder of the Blood Vein Sect said contemptuously, "But it seems that I think we are redundant."

The monks were silent, and a feeling of displeasure surged in their hearts. Although they appeared polite on the outside, they were full of dissatisfaction and anger towards these elders in their hearts.

"Don't bother, we are gradually recovering." Chen Xuan suppressed his anger and tried to resolve this embarrassing situation.

However, these elders of the Blood Vein Sect did not intend to stop there. Seeing that the Star Dragon Sect was still in trouble, they began to take the opportunity to ridicule and criticize.

"Xinglong Sect is so vulnerable that it hasn't even repaired its foundation?" an elder sneered.

"No wonder there haven't been any outstanding figures in all these years." Another elder continued, his tone full of disdain.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath and tried his best to control his anger. He knew that these words were meant to provoke the sect, but he didn't want to get involved in a meaningless dispute.

He concentrated his energy and felt the spiritual energy in his body. Gradually, his injuries healed and his physical fatigue gradually subsided. Improving his cultivation is his goal of constant efforts, because only by becoming stronger can he better protect himself and others.

A ray of morning light sprinkled into the room through the window, and Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes. He felt clearer in his heart and more determined. Hatred can't make him move forward. What he needs is calmness and reason, as well as stronger power.

After sorting out his thoughts, he stood up, and his emotions for Elder Song had gradually faded. In the future, he knew that he would face more challenges, but he would not be bound by the past.

Walking out of the courtyard, Chen Xuan took a deep breath, and the scenery of Xinglong Sect came into view again.

Chen Xuan stood on the top of the sect, looking at the familiar and broken scene beside him. Xinglong Sect, which was once his place of practice, is now in a mess.

His eyes wandered between the broken buildings, the burnt pillars and the messy rubble, and a lot of complex emotions surged in his heart. This was once the place where he practiced and struggled.

The fellow disciples around him left a deep mark in Chen Xuan's heart. Some have left, and some have fallen beside him. They used to be partners, but now they have become victims of the battle. This feeling of powerlessness makes him painful.

However, there is more anger. Angry at the occurrence of this battle, angry at the innocent fellow disciples being hurt, angry at the ruthless destruction and loss, his fists clenched, and the palms were deeply engraved with nail marks.

But under the anger, there are deeper questions. He doesn't understand what is hidden behind this battle. What power can destroy this originally solid sect so easily? Who launched such a devastating attack on the sect? This question surged in his heart, making him feel more uneasy.

A sense of powerlessness came over him. He felt as if he was in the eye of a storm, caught up in a dispute, but with little power and unable to influence it.

Chen Xuan's eyes swept over the fallen fellow disciples again. Was their sacrifice in vain? This made him feel heartbroken and helpless.

However, the tenacity buried deep in his heart made him unwilling to collapse. He understood that the battle had already happened and the sect had suffered a heavy blow, but he could not stop moving forward. He could not stop because of the ruin in front of him. He had the responsibility to protect the sect.

In this ruin, he made up his mind.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath. He knew that he needed stronger power and deeper cultivation to cope with future challenges.

As night fell, the remains of the Xinglong Sect looked even more desolate in the twilight. Chen Xuan stood on the ruins, watching the remaining afterglow disappear into the horizon, with a resolute light in his eyes.

In the morning light, he looked down at the ruins of the sect with a resolute gaze. He took a deep breath and decided to start rebuilding the sect. This was a long and difficult process, but his heart was full of faith and determination.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning shone through the clouds. Chen Xuan stood in front of the ruins with a group of monks. They were wearing ordinary sect clothes and began to pick up the rubble.

Chen Xuan took the lead personally. He lifted a piece of rubble, and his spiritual power surged, moving the rubble to the side. He did not stop, and continued to work and clean up the ruins with spiritual power.

Other monks followed his steps. They worked together to clean up all the rubble and broken wood on the ruins.

Although the work was heavy, everyone's hearts were full of faith and hope, because they knew that this was for the future of the sect.

Day by day, the ruins of the Xinglong Sect gradually had a new breath. The ruined buildings were cleared, the damaged foundations were repaired, and the burned fairy grass garden began to be replanted.

Chen Xuan led the monks to reshape the outline of the sect, and they built new buildings.

In the process of reconstruction, Chen Xuan also encountered various challenges, sometimes the shortage of building materials.

In the Xinglong Sect, the project was proceeding in an intense and orderly manner, and various repair projects were carried out in an orderly manner. In this hopeful day, a group of elders from the Blood Mark Immortal Sect suddenly came. Their arrival should have been a kind of support, but they poured into the Xinglong Sect like ghosts without invitation.

Chen Xuan led the monks to be surprised, but based on etiquette, they still welcomed these uninvited guests.

The elders of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect pretended to comfort on the surface, but there was a conspiracy in their eyes. They wore gorgeous robes, and their eyes revealed ridicule and contempt, as if they were not optimistic about the reconstruction of the Xinglong Sect at all.

"Oh, this is the so-called reconstruction of your Xinglong Sect?" An elder of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect sneered, "It looks like a shed built in the ruins."

A trace of displeasure flashed across Chen Xuan's face, but he tried to remain calm. He knew that these people had bad intentions, but he didn't want to let the cultivators in the sect fall into a meaningless dispute.

"We are here to see if you need any help." Another elder of the Blood Vein Immortal Sect said contemptuously, "But it seems that I think we are redundant."

The cultivators were silent, and a feeling of displeasure surged in their hearts. Although they appeared polite on the outside, they were full of dissatisfaction and anger towards these elders in their hearts.

"Don't worry, we are gradually recovering." Chen Xuan suppressed his anger and tried to resolve the embarrassing situation.

However, the elders of the Blood Mark Immortal Sect did not intend to stop there. Seeing that the Star Dragon Sect was still in trouble, they began to take the opportunity to ridicule and criticize.

"The Star Dragon Sect is so vulnerable that it has not even repaired its foundation?" An elder mocked.

"No wonder there have been no outstanding figures in so many years." Another elder continued, his tone full of disdain.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath and tried his best to control his anger. He knew that these words were meant to provoke the sect, but he did not want to get involved in a meaningless dispute.