Crossing to Douqi Continent and walking sideways

With the help of Mo Lao, Xiao Muchen staggered and returned to the sect with a shaky step. As soon as he stepped into the sect's ancient and solemn gate, which was filled with the breath of time, Lin Wan'er was discussing cultivation matters with several disciples in the courtyard. The breeze blew gently, and her hair fluttered slightly, like a beautiful painting. Hearing the messy and heavy footsteps, she subconsciously turned her head and looked. When she saw Xiao Muchen's miserable, bloodstained, ragged and almost broken appearance, her face turned pale and her heart was broken. Her originally lively eyes were now filled with fear and worry, and tears were spinning in her eyes, as if they would burst out like a flood in the next second.

"Mu Chen, how did you get hurt like this!" Lin Wan'er's voice was trembling and extremely frightened. The voice seemed to burst out from the depths of her soul. She rushed forward desperately, her skirt fluttering wildly in the wind, like a lily panicking in the gale.

Xiao Muchen looked at her distressed eyes, and tried to pull the corners of his mouth, forcing out a weak smile that tried to comfort her: "Don't worry, Wan'er, I'm fine, just some minor injuries, I'll be fine after a few days of rest." However, his heavy and disordered breathing was like an old bellows, and it seemed so difficult every time; his pale face was bloodless, as if the vitality of life had been taken away; his slightly trembling body was like a candle in the wind, which could be extinguished at any time. All of this ruthlessly exposed his self-deceiving lies.

Mo Lao looked solemn, and the wrinkles on his forehead seemed to deepen a little, and each wrinkle was filled with worry. He carefully helped Xiao Muchen into the room, which was simply decorated but full of bookish atmosphere. After letting Xiao Muchen sit cross-legged on the bed, Mo Lao calmed his mind, took a deep breath, sat behind Xiao Muchen, and placed his palms on his back. Then, Mo Lao slowly mobilized the majestic, surging, and endless fighting spirit in his body, and injected it into Xiao Muchen's body bit by bit. Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and the sweat slid down his cheeks and dripped onto the ground, as if it was the sound of time passing. But his eyes were always firm and focused, like the brightest star in the night sky, without any hesitation. After a lot of arduous efforts, the chaotic and rampaging fighting spirit in Xiao Muchen's body finally stabilized, and his injuries finally stabilized.

"You took too much risk this time." Mo Lao panted slightly and said with a hint of reproach. His voice was full of helplessness and pity, like a loving father facing a naughty child. "If I hadn't noticed the extremely powerful and stormy energy fluctuations in time and rushed over, the consequences would have been disastrous."

Xiao Muchen lowered his head in guilt, ashamed like a child who had made a mistake. His voice was weak but full of deep regret: "I'm sorry to have worried you, teacher. At that time, I was only thinking about obtaining the treasure in the mysterious ancient cave, hoping to use it to quickly enhance my own strength, but I failed to fully consider the huge danger hidden in it. I was too reckless and impulsive, and lacked careful consideration."

At this time, everyone learned the news that Xiao Muchen had returned from his injuries, and they all rushed to visit him from their respective training places. Some disciples even rushed to Xiao Muchen's residence in a hurry before they even had time to put down their training tools.

"Brother Xiao, you must get better soon. We are still waiting to practice with you and jointly resist the various crises facing the sect." A young disciple said eagerly with his eyes full of expectation and trust. His young face was full of admiration and dependence on Xiao Muchen.

"Yes, Senior Brother Xiao, you are our role model and spiritual pillar, you must not fall." Another disciple clenched his fists and echoed with a firm face. His eyes were burning with fighting spirit and determination, as if as long as Xiao Muchen was there, they could overcome all difficulties.

Xiao Muchen held on to his body, trying to make his voice sound stronger. He nodded to them one by one to express his gratitude. Although his voice was weak, it was full of power: "Thank you all for your concern. I, Xiao Muchen, will definitely not let you down. I will recover as soon as possible and fight alongside you to protect our sect together."

After everyone left with concern, the room regained its tranquility. Xiao Muchen lay alone on the bed, looking at the exquisite carvings and intricate patterns on the ceiling, his thoughts tangled like a tangled mess. The various discoveries in the ancient cave kept emerging in his mind. The mysterious and attractive eighth-grade elixir "Tianling Creation Pill" emitting five-color light, entangled with pill thunder, was like a dazzling star, emitting an irresistible light, as if telling him about the great improvement and breakthrough that can be obtained after taking it; and the remaining picture of the Purple Lan Youlian Fire was like a mysterious and charming puzzle full of endless temptations. Every piece of the fragment made him full of endless expectations and longings for collecting the complete strange fire.

Lin Wan'er walked into the room very lightly, afraid to disturb Xiao Muchen. Her steps were as light as a cat, and every step was full of deep concern. Seeing his face in deep thought, his brows furrowed, as if he was in an extremely difficult inner struggle, she asked softly, "What are you thinking about? You are so absorbed in it."

Xiao Muchen turned his head and looked at her beautiful and gentle face, which was as gentle as the spring breeze. A trace of hesitation and confusion flashed in his eyes, and he said slowly: "Wan'er, I'm thinking about the elixir and the incomplete map of the strange fire. Taking the elixir may greatly improve my strength in a short period of time, allowing me to take a big step forward on the road of cultivation, and perhaps break through the current bottleneck in one fell swoop and reach a higher realm. But the huge risk makes me feel scared. If I am not careful, I will end up with a miserable end of exploding and dying, and my soul will be scattered and disappear from this world. The incomplete map of the Purple Lan Youlian Fire gives me hope of collecting the complete strange fire, but this is destined to be a road full of difficulties, obstacles, thorns and dangers. I don't know if I have enough courage and ability to go on."

Lin Wan'er slowly sat down beside the bed and gently held his hand. The warmth from her palm comforted Xiao Muchen. She thought about it seriously, and said with a firm and gentle look: "Mu Chen, this is indeed an extremely difficult decision, but no matter what decision you make in the end, I will support you without hesitation. I believe in your judgment and ability, and you will definitely be able to find the path that suits you best. In my heart, you will always be the hero who moves forward bravely and fearlessly."

A wave of emotion surged in Xiao Muchen's heart. He held her hand tightly, as if he had drawn endless strength from her words. His eyes gradually became firm: "Wan'er, with your support, I have more courage to face all this. No matter how many difficulties and hardships lie ahead, I will not back down."

After a night of tossing and turning, Xiao Muchen's heart went through countless struggles and trade-offs. Outside the window, the first ray of golden sunlight shone into the room through the window lattice, dispelling the haze of the night. The sunlight was warm and soft, as if his mother's hand was gently caressing his face. Xiao Muchen opened his eyes and faced the warm sunlight. There was no more confusion and hesitation in his eyes, but determination. He knew that he had made a decision, and no matter what the future held, he would go on firmly...