amaotonovel Chapter 129 Finding the Entrance
Chapter 129 Finding the Entrance
After hearing Xu Xiaoxiao's account, everyone sat together, and a heavy atmosphere filled the dimly lit room.
Yang Qingfeng clasped his hands on his knees, his brows furrowed, and his eyes revealed a thoughtful look. He broke the silence first: "We can't go to this quicksand swamp or the valley with the monsters for the time being. It's too dangerous. The most important thing right now is to recover from our injuries and then find a way to replenish our supplies."
His voice was deep and firm, echoing in the small space.
Yuan Mengyao gripped the long whip tightly, one end of which rested on the ground. She tilted her head slightly and said with a determined look in her eyes, "Senior Brother Yang is right. We can look for odd jobs in this city to exchange for some supplies. We can't keep relying on the villagers' help."
Although her cheeks were still pale with fatigue, her eyes shone with an indomitable light.
Xu Xiaoxiao gently bit her lip, her eyes sparkling as she looked around. As if she had suddenly thought of something, she said, "I saw some damaged windbreaks in the village before. Perhaps we can help repair them in exchange for some daily necessities."
As she spoke, a hint of anticipation appeared in her eyes, and her hands unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothes.
Everyone nodded in agreement, and so they began to take action in the days that followed.
The wind was still howling outside, but it was much better than before.
Xu Xiaoxiao, along with several junior brothers and sisters, carrying tools borrowed from the villagers, arrived at a damaged windbreak wall.
She crouched down and carefully examined the damage to the wall. Holding a stone in her hand, she gently tapped the loose parts, her eyes focused and serious. She said, "Junior brothers and sisters, let's remove these loose stones first, and then rebuild them firmly."
Her voice was clear and powerful, and could still be heard clearly amidst the howling of the wind and sand.
A junior student was struggling to move a large rock. His face was flushed, and sweat was pouring down his forehead. He exclaimed, "Senior Sister Xu, this rock is so heavy!"
Xu Xiaoxiao quickly got up and went over to help, saying, "Come on, let's do it together, one, two, three, lift!" With everyone's efforts, the stone was finally moved.
Yuan Mengyao led another group to help villagers repair their houses.
She stood on the roof, took the thatch handed to her from below, and skillfully spread it on the roof, her eyes alertly watching her surroundings to prevent a sudden sandstorm.
She shouted, "Everyone, hurry up and fix this roof while the sandstorm is still light!"
Her voice was carried away by the wind, but it was still full of energy.
Yang Qingfeng searched everywhere for materials that could be used to reinforce the house and windproof facilities.
He searched carefully in the sand outside the city and found some thick tree branches buried by the sand.
He bent down, pulled the branch out of the sand with all his might, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and walked back.
The wind and sand lashed his face, and he squinted, but his eyes revealed determination and perseverance.
In this way, everyone worked together to create better living conditions for themselves and the villagers in this harsh environment, and gradually won the trust and goodwill of the villagers.
As time went by, everyone's injuries gradually healed, and the exploration of the hidden realm of the ruins was put on the agenda.
Inside, the dim light illuminated the expectant faces of the group.
Yang Qingfeng stood up, his posture upright, a resolute look in his eyes. He clenched his fist and said, "Fellow junior brothers and sisters, according to my estimation, the opening of the secret realm is not far off. We need to find the entrance as soon as possible. The uncle mentioned that although the valley to the east is dangerous, it may be related to the secret realm. We will set off to explore it tomorrow. Everyone must be careful."
His voice was calm and firm, carrying an unquestionable authority.
Yuan Mengyao nodded slightly, gripping the long whip tightly in her hand. The whip left a mark on the ground. She said with sharp eyes, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Yang, I will be careful. I have also inquired about the situation of that valley with the villagers these past few days. It is said that strange lights often flash, which may be a sign of the entrance to the secret realm."
Having said that, she tightened her grip on the long whip, her eyes filled with fighting spirit.
Xu Xiaoxiao stood to the side, her hands clasped in front of her, her eyes filled with both nervousness and excitement. She said softly, "I'm ready too. I'll definitely follow my senior brothers and sisters closely. I hope I can gain something this time."
She bit her lower lip slightly, her cheeks flushing slightly with nervousness.
The next morning, after the strong winds subsided, everyone made preparations and set off towards the eastern valley. Along the way, yellow sand filled the air, and everyone proceeded cautiously.
Yang Qingfeng rode his sword ahead, his eyes scanning the surroundings warily, occasionally turning back to check if the others were following.
Yuan Mengyao followed closely behind, her long whip ready to deal with any unexpected situation. She shouted loudly to her junior brothers and sisters behind her, "Watch your step and stay alert!" Her voice echoed through the valley.
Xu Xiaoxiao helped a junior brother up, looking at him with concern, and whispered, "Junior brother, be careful, tell me if you feel unwell."
At the same time, her eyes were also scanning her surroundings, not missing a single unusual detail.
As they approached the valley, a mysterious fluctuation of spiritual energy faintly emanated from it.
Yang Qingfeng's expression hardened, and he stopped in his tracks, saying in a low voice, "Everyone be careful. The spiritual energy fluctuations here are abnormal. We may be getting close to our target."
Upon hearing this, everyone stopped, drew their weapons, and prepared to face the unknown challenges ahead with vigilance and anticipation in their eyes. They slowly approached the source of the spiritual energy fluctuations, searching for the entrance to the mysterious ruins and wasteland.
The closer one gets to the wasteland ruins, the darker and more oppressive the sky becomes. Gale-force winds, carrying sand and dust, howl wildly like raging waves, emitting piercing screams as if they want to devour this entire world.
The ground was cracked and crisscrossed, like a series of dry, gaping mouths, filled with deep ravines and jagged, massive rocks. Each crack seemed to tell the story of the vicissitudes of time and bear witness to the hardships this land had suffered, just as described in the books.
Yang Qingfeng stood tall at the forefront, his clothes fluttering in the wind, his hair dancing wildly. His eyes were resolute and alert, like an eagle, fixed on the road ahead. He gripped his spirit sword tightly and shouted, "Everyone watch your step and stay close to me!"
His voice was steady and powerful, clearly reaching everyone's ears amidst the howling wind, giving them a sense of reassurance.
Holding a long whip, Yuan Mengyao's face was somewhat gloomy due to the harsh environment, but her eyes revealed an indomitable fierceness.
She occasionally swung her long whip, smashing the rocks that were whipped up by the gale and could have hit the crowd, while warily looking around and shouting, "Watch out for your surroundings, there might be danger!"
Her voice was slightly hoarse, but full of decisiveness and resolve.
Xu Xiaoxiao helped a junior brother who was recovering from an injury to walk with difficulty on the rugged ground.
Her face was red from the wind and sand, and her eyes were squinted into slits, but she kept a firm eye on her junior brother's condition and gently comforted him, "Junior brother, don't be afraid, we're almost there."
Her eyes were gentle yet firm, and although her steps were a little unsteady, she walked steadily, as if afraid that her junior brother would fall.
The other disciples also looked solemn, each using their spiritual power to resist the onslaught of the sandstorm.
Some disciples formed hand seals to create a spiritual energy shield in front of them, relieving the pressure on their fellow disciples; others walked in pairs, supporting each other, their eyes revealing both wariness of the unknown and trust in one another.
Their figures appeared small yet resilient in the dim sandstorm, approaching step by step the mysterious and dangerous ruins of the wasteland, like a group of fearless warriors persistently pursuing hope in dire straits.