From a loser to an immortal sage

Chapter 353 Yao Women Govern Their Territory, Adversity Cannot Hinder Their Journey

The sedan chair lurched and rattled, creating a rhythm that made one's bones ache as it pounded across the ravaged land.

The air was thick with a stench of decay, a nauseatingly sweet smell that emanated from things that had been ignored.

This...this is the "blessed land" they gave me?

It looks more like a festering wound on the face of the world.

The parched earth and the withered trees stretched towards the dusty sky—even the sound of the wind seemed to carry a mournful melody.

This is much worse than the worst reports describe.

The villagers I saw were all emaciated, with sunken eyes, barely managing to make a meager living.

A child, no more than five years old, stared at me without moving, his eyes unsettling. His face was covered in grime, and... was that dried blood?

A chill ran down my spine, and an ominous premonition of impending hardship welled up inside me.

My initial attempt to cultivate this land was met only with a mocking silence.

The seeds withered, and the saplings turned to dust.

Then, the howling of wolves echoed through the night, their chilling screams reverberating through the skeletal forest.

Those monsters, whatever they may be, are becoming increasingly bold and their attacks are becoming more frequent.

With my sword in hand, I spent countless sleepless nights protecting the villagers.

I was mentally exhausted, and my resolve began to waver.

I feel like an ant trying to move a mountain.

As if the physical challenges weren't enough, rumors began to spread, and the insidious threads of suspicion poisoned the minds of the villagers.

Princess Mingyue, that wicked woman, her vicious rumors spread like wildfire—I became an exile, a lowly person sent to experiment on them.

Their fear and suspicion were a real pressure, weighing on me and making it hard for me to breathe.

I could almost taste the bitterness of their distrust.

This is a two-front war—against the monsters of the night and the demons of doubt in their hearts.

Exhaustion is a constant companion, relentlessly gnawing at me.

Then, the final blow came.

My already strained supply lines were completely cut off.

I know that despicable guy Lin Chengxiang is behind this.

My plans and my hopes shattered like withered leaves.

Anger burned like a raging fire in my heart, making me lose my mind, but I couldn't afford to be distracted.

The villagers need me.

This cursed land needs me.

But I, Xiaoyao, am not someone who will surrender easily.

Driven by an unyielding stubbornness, I traversed every inch of this abandoned land.

Then, beneath a clump of withered vines, I discovered it—a spring, radiating an ethereal light, its water sparkling with extraordinary energy.

Hope, like a fragile butterfly, trembles in my heart.

I guided the energy of the spring, allowing life to return to this parched land.

The land initially reacted slowly and hesitantly, but then it burst forth with vitality and lush greenery.

I stand at the forefront of resisting the monsters of the night, my sword like a silver streak, my spirit like a beacon of resistance.

Seeing my unwavering determination, the villagers began to believe in me and trust me.

As this land was reborn, those who had fled began to return one after another, their faces bearing a hesitant hope.

With the reopening of trade routes, this once barren land is now filled with the buzzing of new life.

I could almost hear the discontented whispers coming from the magnificent golden palaces of Heaven.

But this is just the beginning.

As I gazed upon this prosperous land, a letter was delivered to me, bearing only one line of elegant handwriting… “Xiao Yao, your success… has aroused the interest of certain people.” A cold smile crept onto my lips.

They're interested, aren't they?