Rise of the Otherworld.

Hearing Su Yao say that she could help, Lin Yu and Tang Feng's eyes suddenly lit up with hope. Lin Yu's face was full of gratitude, and he quickly said: "Miss Su Yao, if you can help, the Zhenwang Sect will be grateful." His voice trembled slightly, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw.

Su Yao nodded slightly, her eyes clear and firm, and said: "I know a little about alchemy, maybe I can make some pills that can help disciples recover from their injuries and improve their cultivation." Her voice was soft but full of power, which made people full of expectations for her.

After that, she began to prepare the ingredients for alchemy. The Zhenwang Sect's warehouse was opened, and various precious medicinal herbs were taken out one by one. Su Yao was focused, carefully selecting each herb. Her eyes were only focused on those herbs that exuded a unique aroma, as if the whole world was left with only her and these alchemy ingredients.

The disciples of the True King Sect also sprang into action, beginning to repair the damaged houses and facilities. Some climbed onto rooftops to replace broken tiles; others cleared rubble and debris from the courtyards; and still others repaired damaged weapons and armor in the workshops. Each face was covered in sweat, yet each one was filled with determination.

Thanks to Su Yao's efforts, batches of high-quality pills were successfully refined, emitting a rich medicinal fragrance. The pills were carefully distributed to the injured disciples. After they took the pills, the pain on their faces gradually eased, and their spiritual power began to slowly recover.

Tang Feng looked at the Zhenwang Sect, which was gradually recovering, and his heart was filled with emotion. He came to Lin Yu's study and said to Lin Yu, who was in deep thought: "Master, although the situation has improved, the Shadow Cult will definitely not give up. We still need to strengthen our defense and training." His brows were furrowed, and his tone revealed deep worry.

Lin Yu agreed with this. He stood up, walked to the window, looked at the busy scene in the sect, and said, "You are right. Starting tomorrow, we will increase the intensity of training and arrange for disciples to strengthen patrols around the sect. We cannot let the Shadow Cult take advantage of us again." His eyes were firm, as if he had already seen the future battle.

As time went by, the Zhenwang Sect gradually regained its former prosperity thanks to the efforts of everyone. The buildings were renovated, the disciples' training was very effective, and the entire sect was full of vitality and vigor.

One day, Lin Yu was discussing the follow-up plan with Tang Feng in the study when a disciple hurried to report: "Master, we found that the Shadow Cult has been active in nearby towns and seems to be planning something." His face was full of anxiety, and beads of sweat hung on his forehead.

Lin Yu frowned, his eyes instantly became sharp, and said: "Pay close attention to their movements and report any new situation immediately."

Tang Feng said: "Master, it seems that a big battle is inevitable, and we must be fully prepared." His hand unconsciously tightened the hilt of the sword, and his heart was ready for battle.

Lin Yu stood up, looked out the window with a firm gaze, and said: "This time, we must make sure that the Shadow Cult will never return." His voice echoed in the study, full of determination and courage.

However, the Zhenwang Sect knows nothing about the specific plans of the Shadow Cult. How should they deal with this impending crisis?