Rise of the Otherworld.

After the battle, the Zhenwang Sect was a scene of bustle. The once tranquil sect was now filled with noise and activity. The smoke had not yet completely dissipated, and the air was filled with the faint smell of blood and scorched earth. Lin Yu personally directed the disciples to clean up the battlefield. His figure shuttled among the ruins, his expression serious and focused. His clothes were torn, stained with blood and dust, but his gaze remained firm and powerful.

Tang Feng busied himself with tallying the losses. He sat at a makeshift table, a thick ledger spread out before him, his pen scribbling away. Looking over the long list of casualties, his eyes welled up with tears. "Brothers, your blood will not be shed in vain." His voice was low and hoarse, filled with grief and determination.

The sorcerer devoted herself to treating the wounded. She stood in a makeshift medical tent, surrounded by wounded disciples. Her magical power was nearly exhausted, but she refused to stop. Her hands danced continuously, releasing a soft light that enveloped the injured. "Hold on a little longer, you'll be well soon," she whispered to the injured disciple, sweat dripping down her forehead.

A sturdy man skilled in boxing led a group of disciples repairing the sect's fortifications. They worked profusely, yet without a single complaint. Bare-chested, his muscles tense, the sturdy man hammered down on the stone again and again. "Keep working! We can't let the sect be put in any more danger!" he shouted, bolstering morale.

Lin Yu looked at everything in front of him and secretly swore in his heart: "I must make the Zhenwang Sect strong and stop letting the disciples suffer." His eyes revealed incomparable firmness and determination, like an unshakable mountain.

In the process of clearing the battlefield, they discovered some secret treasure houses in the Black Wind Village, which contained many precious techniques and treasures. A disciple excitedly held an ancient secret manual of techniques and ran to Lin Yu: "Master, these things will be of great help to the development of our sect." His face was filled with joy and anticipation.

Lin Yu took the secret book, flipped through a few pages carefully, nodded and said: "Organize it well, distribute it reasonably, and use it to enhance the strength of the sect. These are all exchanged for the blood of our brothers, and we must make the most of them." His voice was steady and powerful, which filled the disciples' hearts with confidence.

At the same time, several smaller factions in the surrounding area sent representatives to offer their support, hoping to form an alliance with the True King Sect. The sect's reception room was filled with representatives from various factions. "Sect Master Lin, we are willing to follow the True King Sect and strive for common development," one representative said respectfully, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Lin Yu knew that the True King Sect needed to unite all forces it could, but it couldn't blindly accept them. He smiled and responded, "Thank you for your kindness, but the matter of an alliance requires further deliberation. We, the True King Sect, hope to establish a sincere and equal cooperative relationship with you, and together bring peace and prosperity to this land." His words expressed both an open attitude toward cooperation and due caution.

After a period of hard work, the Zhenwang Sect gradually regained its vitality. New disciples began to join the sect in increasing numbers, full of vigor and enthusiasm, injecting new blood into the sect. On the martial arts field, the new disciples diligently trained under the guidance of their coaches, their shouts echoing.

However, at this moment, a mysterious letter was delivered to Lin Yu. The letter was written on black paper, and the handwriting on it was sloppy and strange. Lin Yu opened the letter and his face instantly became gloomy. "Who is behind this?" He fell into deep thought.

It turned out that an unknown force was secretly sowing discord between the other sects and the True King Sect, fabricating lies and spreading rumors in an attempt to undermine the peace that the True King Sect had just established. Some previously friendly sects began to become suspicious and wary of the True King Sect, and the situation became increasingly complicated and tense.

Lin Yu summoned the core members of the sect to discuss countermeasures together.

"Master, we can't just sit there and wait for death. We must find this force and expose their conspiracy." Tang Feng said, his eyes full of anger.

The magic woman thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps we can send someone to investigate secretly and look for clues."

The burly man skilled in boxing slammed the table and said, "What are you afraid of? Just go to those sects and confront them!"

Lin Yu was silent for a moment, then said, "This matter requires long-term consideration and we must not act impulsively. We must protect the reputation of the sect while avoiding causing greater conflicts."

How will the Zhen Wang Clan respond to this new crisis? Can they resolve the misunderstanding and uncover the mastermind behind the incident?