The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 390 A new journey

After the thrilling battle with the evil forces, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were exhausted physically and mentally. The sect was in a mess, with the smell of gunpowder filling the broken walls and ruins, and the wails of the disciples and the groans of the wounded intertwined. However, they knew in their hearts that the road to cultivation was never smooth, and a short rest was only to move forward more powerfully.

In the sect's healing chamber, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were immersed in the practice of recuperating their injuries and restoring their spiritual power every day. The chamber was quiet and dim, with only the spiritual crystal in the corner emitting a soft glow, illuminating the world for them. Yun Yao sat cross-legged with her eyes closed, and the spiritual energy around her was dense, lingering like a thread, repairing the damaged meridians. From time to time, beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and her brows were slightly furrowed. It was obvious that the healing process was not easy. Chu Mochen silently guarded by the side, occasionally opening his eyes, looking at Yun Yao with concern and heartache. His own injuries should not be underestimated, but compared to the pain in his body, he was more concerned about whether Yun Yao could recover soon.

Time passed quietly, and after more than a month, the injuries of the two gradually healed, and their spiritual power also recovered by 70% to 80%. At this time, the reconstruction work of the sect under the leadership of the elders has achieved initial results. The collapsed pavilions have been re-erected, although there are still some traces of hasty repairs, but they have revealed the grand momentum of the past; in the martial arts training ground, the new disciples, under the guidance of their senior brothers and sisters, practiced the martial arts in a methodical manner, and the shouts of killing were heard one after another, injecting vigorous vitality into the sect.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen knew that if they wanted to protect this hard-earned peace and the future of the sect, they had to embark on the road of improving their strength again. One morning, at dawn, Yun Yao stood on the top of the mountain behind the sect, overlooking everything that was gradually recovering below her feet, with a myriad of emotions in her heart. Chu Mochen quietly came behind her and said softly: "Yun Yao, I know what you are thinking. Although our strength has improved, it is still not enough to face unknown challenges. I want to go out with you to explore more opportunities for cultivation. What do you think?" Yun Yao looked back, looked at him firmly, and nodded slightly: "That's what I meant. The sect can protect us for a while, but it can't protect us for a lifetime. Only by constantly getting stronger can we gain a firm foothold in this world of cultivation."

After the two men had made their decision, they said goodbye to the headmaster and the elders. The headmaster was a white-haired but vigorous old man. When he heard their decision, his eyes were full of relief and expectation: "You two are the hope of our sect. You must be more careful when you go out this time. The world of cultivation is full of undercurrents and dangers. Don't trust others easily. If you encounter difficulties, remember that the sect will always support you." The elders also sent their blessings and advice. Some gave precious elixirs for emergency use; some took out carefully drawn maps, marking some mysterious places, which were said to have opportunities.

Carrying the expectations of everyone in the sect, Yun Yao and Chu Mochen embarked on a new journey. They traveled westward, and according to the clues given by the elders, they headed towards a place called "Misty Wasteland". It is rumored that the depths of the wasteland are shrouded in fog all year round, mysterious and unpredictable, but rare spiritual plants and ancient magic weapons appear from time to time. Halfway through the journey, the sky suddenly changed, dark clouds rolled in like ink, and in a flash, bean-sized raindrops poured down. The two hurriedly found a cave to hide. The cave was dark and damp, with water dripping from the walls, and the ground was full of mud. Yun Yao raised her hand and waved, and a spiritual barrier sealed the cave entrance, blocking the invasion of wind and rain.

The two sat on the ground. Chu Mochen took out some dry food from his storage ring and handed it to Yun Yao: "Eat some, and we'll continue our journey after the rain stops." Yun Yao took the dry food and took a bite. It tasted dry, but it was enough to fill her stomach. She looked up at Chu Mochen and saw that his clothes were half wet and there were water drops on the ends of his hair. She couldn't help but smile: "This trip is a bit embarrassing." Chu Mochen smiled and replied: "It doesn't matter. As long as I'm with you, a little wind and rain is nothing."

After the rain, the sky cleared up and the two continued on their journey. After a few days, they finally arrived at the edge of the foggy wasteland. Looking around, a vast expanse of white fog floated like a veil, covering the depths of the wasteland tightly. Yun Yao circulated her spiritual power and injected it into her eyes, trying to penetrate the fog, but found that her vision was blocked and she could only see the area several feet around her. Chu Mochen took out a compass, which was made of special spiritual materials and could identify directions in places where spiritual power was disturbed. "Follow the compass and don't get lost." He warned.

As they stepped into the wasteland, a damp and decaying smell hit them in the face. The ground under their feet was soft, and every step seemed to sink into it. Suddenly, Yun Yao sensed a slight fluctuation of spiritual power. She stopped vigilantly and whispered, "Be careful, something is happening." Chu Mochen drew his sword instantly. The sword body hummed, and spiritual power surged on it, emitting a cold light. Several ghost-like monsters slowly emerged from the mist. They were erratic, surrounded by black mist, and made sharp and piercing cries, rushing towards the two.

Yun Yao formed seals with both hands, and a flame rune took shape instantly, pushing forward. The flames snaked like a snake and collided with the monster. The monster roared in pain, but did not retreat. Instead, it attacked more fiercely. Chu Mochen flashed and shuttled through it like a ghost. His sword came out like a dragon, and each sword accurately stabbed the monster's vitals. The two cooperated tacitly, and they fought back and forth. For a while, they were evenly matched with the monster.

However, the monsters seemed endless, and after one was killed, another came. Yun Yao gradually felt that her spiritual power was exhausted, beads of sweat rolled down her forehead, and her breathing became rapid. Seeing this, Chu Mochen shouted: "Yun Yao, come closer to me!" He released his spiritual power to the fullest, forming a spiritual power vortex, protecting Yun Yao in it. The two stood back to back, resisting the monsters' tidal attacks.

At the critical moment, Yun Yao caught a glimpse of a faint light flashing in the mud not far away. She looked closely and found that it was a spiritual plant emitting a strange light. The leaves of the spiritual plant were crystal clear, and a fist-sized fruit was on the top, overflowing with spiritual energy. Yun Yao's heart moved. Could this be the "Spirit Crystal Fruit" recorded in ancient books that can instantly restore spiritual power? Before she could think about it, she shouted to Chu Mochen: "Brother Chu, there is a Spirit Crystal Fruit over there. If we can get it, our spiritual power can be restored instantly!" Chu Mochen looked in the direction she pointed and nodded, "I will cover you, go and get it quickly!"

Yun Yao took a deep breath, gathered all her spiritual power, and rushed towards the Lingjing Fruit like an arrow. The monsters noticed her intention and turned around and rushed towards her. Chu Mochen used all his strength to repel the monsters that approached Yun Yao one by one. Yun Yao was getting closer and closer to the Lingjing Fruit, but the monsters' attacks became more and more fierce. Just as she was about to touch the Lingjing Fruit, a huge monster suddenly attacked from the side, with its sharp claws directly facing her face. Yun Yao dodged to the side and narrowly avoided the attack, but she did not forget to form a seal with her hand. An ice spike shot out instantly, freezing the monster for a moment. Taking advantage of this gap, she picked up the Lingjing Fruit and quickly stuffed it into her mouth.

Instantly, a powerful spiritual power burst out in her body, and Yun Yao felt that her fatigue was swept away, and her spiritual power was filled to an unprecedented level. She turned and looked at Chu Mochen, who had also exhausted his spiritual power at this time, and looked a little embarrassed. Yun Yao rushed over and transferred the remaining spiritual power into his body. Chu Mochen was replenished with spiritual power and his spirit was greatly boosted. The two joined hands and launched a counterattack against the monster again.

This time, with sufficient spiritual power to support them, they were even more powerful. Yun Yao cast a high-level spell that she had never used before. For a moment, flames, frost, and lightning flashed across the wasteland, killing the monsters without leaving a single piece of armor. When the last monster fell, both of them were panting, but their eyes were full of the joy of victory.

After a short rest, they continued to go deeper into the wilderness. As they went deeper, the fog became thicker and the compass needle began to shake violently, losing its direction. Yun Yao frowned: "What should we do? We seem to have lost our way." Chu Mochen looked around, trying to find some iconic sights, but found nothing. At this moment, a melodious flute sound came from afar, the sound was ethereal and graceful, and seemed to have the power to bewitch people.

The two looked at each other, alert, but attracted by the sound of the flute, and followed the sound involuntarily. When they reached a valley, they saw a woman in white sitting by the stream playing the flute. The woman had a beautiful face, but her eyes were a little cold and distant, and she exuded a mysterious aura. Yun Yao was about to ask, but the woman stopped playing first and whispered: "Visitors from afar, since you are here, why hide your head and show your tail?" Yun Yao and Chu Mochen smiled bitterly at each other and appeared.

The woman looked at the two of them and raised her eyebrows slightly: "You are quite capable to be able to break into the depths of this foggy wasteland. However, this place is full of dangers. Why are you here?" Yun Yao clasped his fists and saluted, saying respectfully: "Senior, we heard that there are opportunities hidden in the wasteland, so we came here to explore in order to improve our cultivation and protect our sect. We lost our way on the way and came here by accident. If we have offended you, please forgive us." The woman smiled lightly: "Opportunity? Opportunities in this wasteland are not so easy to obtain. I don't know how many people have lost their lives here."

During the conversation, Yun Yao was keenly aware that the woman had no ill intentions, so she expressed her doubts: "Senior, I wonder if you have found anything here? We have encountered many dangers along the way, but we have not found anything truly useful." The woman stood up, her sleeves fluttering, and she pointed to the depths of the valley: "There is an ancient relic in there. It is said that it contains the cultivation experience and magic weapons of ancient great powers, but there are many traps. I have studied here for a long time and have not been able to enter. If you have the courage, you can go and try."

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were moved when they heard this. This might be the opportunity they had been looking for. After thanking the woman, the two walked towards the depths of the valley. Not long after, a magnificent but dilapidated ruin appeared before their eyes. The door of the ruins was closed, and it was engraved with mysterious runes, exuding an ancient and majestic atmosphere. Chu Mochen stepped forward, stretched out his hand to touch the rune, trying to find a way to open it. Suddenly, the rune shone brightly, and beams of spiritual power shot towards the two like sharp arrows.

Yun Yao cried out in surprise, and she and Chu Mochen quickly dodged. When the light faded, they found a huge chessboard on the ground, with black and white chess pieces scattered on the board, like a chess puzzle. Chu Mochen was proficient in chess, he squatted down and studied the chessboard carefully. Yun Yao was guarding beside him, alert to the movements around him. After a moment, Chu Mochen's eyes flashed with light, and he reached out to move a chess piece. In an instant, the light on the chessboard flowed, accompanied by a dull sound, and the door of the ruins slowly opened a gap.

The two of them pushed open the door carefully, and a stale and decayed smell hit them. Inside the door was a long passage, with glowing gems inlaid on the walls, lighting the way forward. But before they had walked far, a series of spiritual power barriers appeared in front of them, flashing with different colors of light, like a spiritual power restriction. Yun Yao tried to input spiritual power, but it bounced back from the barrier, causing her arm to go numb.

Chu Mochen pondered for a moment and took out an ancient book from his storage ring. This was a book about the art of prohibition that he had accidentally found. He flipped through it carefully, comparing it with the prohibition in front of him, looking for a way to break it. Time passed by, Yun Yao was anxious, but she also knew that she couldn't panic at this time. Finally, Chu Mochen found a way to break the corresponding prohibition. The two followed the instructions and simultaneously exerted their spiritual power to inject it into a specific position of the barrier. With a flash of light, the spiritual power barrier slowly dissipated.

As they continued on their way, they cracked numerous traps and restrictions, and after many hardships, they finally arrived at the core of the ruins. The space here was vast, with a golden ball emitting dazzling light suspended in the center, surrounded by countless magic weapons and jade slips. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were filled with shock and surprise, they knew that this golden ball must be the core inheritance left by the ancient great power, and those magic weapons and jade slips were also priceless treasures.

The two approached the golden ball cautiously. Just as they were about to touch it, the golden ball suddenly shone brightly and turned into a light curtain. An old man appeared in the light curtain. The old man's eyes were deep, as if he could see through time and space. He slowly said, "You must have gone through hardships to come here. I am Xuanfeng, an ancient casual cultivator. I left this inheritance only to wait for someone who is destined to inherit my Taoism. You two have strong character and cooperate well, which meets my requirements."

After saying that, the old man raised his hand and waved it, and golden runes flew into Yun Yao and Chu Mochen's eyebrows like meteors. The two felt a huge amount of information pouring into their minds, all of which were Xuan Feng's cultivation experience, peerless skills, and profound insights into the way of cultivation. After receiving the inheritance, the old man's figure gradually dissipated, and the golden ball and the surrounding magic jade slips also slowly fell.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were filled with joy and put away the magic weapons and jade slips. These gains were enough to improve their strength by several levels. They knew that this opportunity was rare and did not dare to slack off. They immediately found a quiet place in the ruins and began to retreat to digest this sudden huge inheritance.

Time flies, and three months passed in a flash. Yun Yao was the first to come out of retreat, with surging spiritual power and extraordinary temperament, and she had already broken through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul. Her eyes were shining like stars, and she had a deeper understanding of the way of cultivation. Not long after, Chu Mochen also successfully came out of retreat, and he also broke through to the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and his every move showed the demeanor of a strong man.

The two smiled at each other, their eyes full of expectations for the future. Although this new journey was full of hardships, it was fruitful. They understood that this was just a small station on the road of cultivation, and there was still a long way to go in the future, and more challenges were waiting for them. But as long as they walked hand in hand, they would have the courage and confidence to uncover the mysteries of the cultivation world and write their own legends. After getting ready, they set off on their way home with a lot of gains, ready to bring what they had learned back to the sect and help the sect reach a higher peak.