Rise of the Otherworld.

As the days passed, everyone in the Zhenwang Sect was immersed in the intensive reconstruction work. Lin Yu personally supervised the progress of various tasks and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.

The disciples repairing the houses braved the scorching sun, carrying heavy timber and stone. Beads of sweat streamed down their foreheads, yet none complained of fatigue. Their hands blistered from the rough materials, their shoulders red and swollen from the pressure, yet they gritted their teeth and persevered. Every piece of timber they laid, every stone they stacked, embodied their sweat and hope.

On the training grounds, shouts echoed as the disciples, under the strict guidance of their instructor, diligently practiced their martial arts, striving for precision in every move. Their figures leaped and tumbled in the sunlight, each punch and kick laced with unwavering determination. Their clothes, drenched with sweat, dried by the wind, leaving behind patches of white salt stains.

However, the reconstruction process was not without its challenges. Resource shortages posed a significant challenge. The existing reserves of stone and timber were quickly depleted, and procuring new supplies required significant funding. The Zhenwang Sect, already short of funds after the war, was in dire straits.

Lin Yu was deeply worried about this and he traveled around trying to find a solution. He visited the surrounding towns and villages, negotiated with merchants, and sought opportunities for cooperation.

"Brother Lin Yu, at this rate, our reconstruction work will probably come to a standstill," a disciple in charge of procurement said anxiously. His face was filled with worry, and the account book in his hand was densely packed with records of shortages of various supplies.

Lin Yu frowned and said after thinking for a moment: "We can't give up like this. Let's go to the nearby mountains and forests to see if we can collect the materials we need." There was determination in his eyes, as if he would not back down no matter how great the difficulties were.

Lin Yu led a group of disciples deep into the mountains. The paths were rugged and overgrown with thorns, making the collection process extremely difficult. The mud underfoot was slippery, and it was easy to fall; the dense branches whipped the face, leaving bloody marks.

"Everyone be careful, there may be monsters here." Lin Yu reminded everyone. He walked in front of the team, holding his sword tightly in his hand, and vigilantly observed the movements around him.

As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious monster leaped out from the bushes and pounced on everyone. This monster was huge, with sharp fangs and eyes flashing with murderous light.

Lin Yu was not afraid, and stepped forward to engage in a fierce fight with the monster. His sword flashed through the air, piercing the monster's vitals. The monster roared, waving its sharp claws, trying to attack Lin Yu.

Lin Yu nimbly dodged the monster's attacks while searching for its weaknesses. After a hard fight, he finally repelled the monster. However, Lin Yu was also injured. His arm was scratched by the monster and blood flowed out.

"Brother Lin Yu, are you okay?" the disciples asked with concern. They gathered around him, their eyes full of worry.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth and said, "I'm fine, continue collecting." He simply treated the wound and then went back to work.

With everyone's efforts, they finally gathered enough wood and stone. But new problems arose. Due to the long hours of intense labor, many disciples collapsed from exhaustion, and injuries spread throughout the sect. The once bustling sect was now filled with a depressing atmosphere.

Lin Yu was extremely anxious. He arranged for people to take care of the injured disciples, boiled medicine for them, and bandaged their wounds. He also adjusted the work schedule to ensure that everyone could get proper rest. He personally sent care and encouragement to each injured disciple, allowing them to feel the warmth and support of the sect.

At this moment, the system's voice sounded in Lin Yu's mind: "Host, a hidden mineral vein has been discovered, which may provide hope for solving the resource problem."

A hint of surprise flashed in Lin Yu's eyes, and he immediately organized people to go and explore. They followed the direction indicated by the system and moved forward arduously in the mountains and forests. Along the way, they encountered various obstacles, including steep cliffs, rushing streams, and traps hidden in the dark.

After several days of trekking, they finally found the mineral vein. However, there was a powerful protective formation around the mineral vein, which was flashing and exuding a dangerous aura.

Lin Yu looked at the formation and fell into deep thought. He knew that breaking the formation was not easy, and if he was not careful, he might fall into danger. But for the reconstruction of the sect, he had no choice.

"Everyone be careful, follow me." Lin Yu took a deep breath and slowly walked into the formation.

The power of the formation continuously impacted his body, causing him to feel sharp pain. However, he gritted his teeth, relying on his strong will and understanding of the formation, and bit by bit he searched for a way to break through it.

The disciples were waiting anxiously outside. As time passed, everyone's heart was in their throat.

Finally, Lin Yu found the key to the formation and successfully cracked it.

"Success!" the disciples cheered.

The ore in the veins sparkled, as if welcoming their arrival.

Lin Yu sat down on the ground exhausted, a relieved smile on his face.