Douluo Continent: Martial Soul Spinning Top, Explosive Warrior

From being besieged to fighting back, from hope to despair, and then seeing a glimmer of hope in despair.

Everyone pushed themselves to the limit, and everyone was seriously injured.

Now that the people from the Spirit Hall have finally left, everyone collapsed to the ground as if a string that had been stretched for too long had suddenly been released.

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds, coldly illuminating the ruins.

Chapter 495 Sect Reorganization, Development of Events

After the war, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School was in complete disarray.

Most of the fire had been extinguished, but smoke was still rising from the charred wood, wisps of it mingling with the morning mist and casting a gray hue over the entire sect.

The ground was covered with puddles; the water splashed during the firefighting was mixed with blood, making it sticky to walk on.

The air was filled with a burnt and bloody smell that wouldn't dissipate.

The disciples who had previously fled to the back mountain have gradually returned.

Their faces were pale, their eyes were red, and they walked into the mountain gate with their heads down. When they saw the ruins and the bodies of their companions, some of them burst into tears on the spot, while others bit their lips and remained silent, picking up their tools and starting to clean up.

Several older disciples were directing the continued firefighting efforts.

In some places, embers were still burning, with dark red sparks pressed under the wood, which would reignite with a gust of wind.

The disciples lined up and drew water from the well with buckets, passing them from bucket to bucket and pouring them onto the still-smoking wood, making a sizzling sound.

More disciples were cleaning up the corpses.

The corpses of the disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School were carried out one by one and placed side by side on the open ground of the square, covered with white cloth.

The corpses of the Spirit Hall's Soul Masters were dragged aside and piled up for later disposal.

One of the young disciples was carrying the body when his hands were shaking. He suddenly squatted down halfway through, covered his mouth and cried.

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

Wang Teng, Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo did not participate in these events.

They sat around the steps in front of the main hall, which had not yet collapsed, and did their best to restore their soul power.

Everyone's face was etched with exhaustion, and they all bore injuries of varying degrees. Some wounds were simply bandaged, with blood seeping through the gauze.

Wang Teng sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

The 100,000-year-old Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone on his right leg was slowly releasing a golden-blue light, which spread out from his leg like ripples of water, flowing through his entire body in circles.

Wang Teng recovered the fastest; his superficial wounds healed at a visible speed, and the soul power he had consumed was gradually being replenished.

After a while, Wang Teng opened his eyes.

He let out a long breath, stretched his shoulders, and his bones cracked a few times.

Then Wang Teng looked up and saw two figures walking in from outside the mountain gate.

It was Ning Rongrong and Zhu Zhuqing.

Sword Douluo rushed back earlier, and Wang Teng also concealed his aura and slowly approached. Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong, who were slightly weaker, were left on the outer perimeter to avoid injury during the battle, and were to return after the battle was over.

Now that the battle was over, the two of them hurriedly returned.

Ning Rongrong ran in the lead, her skirt was covered in mud, and her hair was disheveled, clearly indicating that she had been traveling all night.

As soon as she entered the mountain gate, the first thing she saw was Ning Fengzhi sitting on the steps, his face pale. Her expression immediately changed, and she rushed over, her voice trembling with tears: "Dad, how are you? Where are you hurt?"

Ning Fengzhi heard his daughter's voice and slowly opened his eyes.

His lips were chapped and his face was pale, but his eyes were still clear.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at Ning Rongrong, his lips twitched, and he forced a smile before slowly saying, "I'm fine, Rongrong."

"Right now, we're all a bit unavailable, so we'll leave the sect's affairs to you."

Ning Rongrong was stunned for a moment, gritted her teeth, and nodded firmly: "I... am!"

She didn't say anything more, and turned around to direct the disciples who were still busy.

As the eldest daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, she was familiar with the affairs of the sect from a young age.

Ning Rongrong first took stock of the remaining manpower, and then assigned various tasks such as firefighting, body collection, and guard duty. She went through them one by one, her voice not loud, but very steady.

Zhu Zhuqing didn't work with Ning Rongrong. She went straight to Wang Teng's side, squatted down, looked him up and down, and asked softly, "Wang Teng, are you alright?"

Wang Teng shook his head, wanting to say it was nothing, but he swallowed the words back.

He looked at the corpses scattered on the ground. Those familiar faces were now lying in the square covered with white sheets. Some of them had greeted him just a few days ago, and some had even made plans to drink together when he returned.

Wang Teng felt a tightness in his chest. After a long silence, he said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

"This whole thing is my fault."

"If it weren't for helping me go out to hunt souls, Grandpa Sword wouldn't have left the sect, which resulted in the sect being short-handed when the Spirit Hall launched its surprise attack..."

"It's not your fault."

Zhu Zhuqing interrupted him, put her hand on his shoulder, and shook it.

Wang Teng didn't say anything more, but his guilt didn't lessen in the slightest.

He looked up at the busy disciples and the corpses covered with white sheets, his mind a jumbled mess.

Wang Teng frowned slightly, repeatedly thinking about one question: "Damn it, why did the Spirit Hall's operation suddenly come ahead of schedule?"

"I remember in the original story, the Spirit Hall shouldn't have attacked the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at this time!"

The current situation has changed considerably compared to the original story.

Qian Renxue has defected, and Bibi Dong has also found out, but none of this has changed the Spirit Hall's offensive pace; in fact, it seems to have accelerated it.

Wang Teng couldn't figure it out; the more he thought about it, the more confused and frustrated he became.

"Damn the Spirit Hall."

Sword Douluo walked over at some point, patted Wang Teng on the shoulder, and said in a hoarse voice, "In order to guard against this kind of thing, we even specially sought refuge with Qian Renxue, who was disguised as Xue Qinghe."

"I never expected that Bibi Dong, that madwoman, would show no consideration for her daughter whatsoever."

Wang Teng looked up at Sword Douluo and could only nod helplessly.

"Actually, we do know some of the details."

Dugu Bo's voice echoed in everyone's ears, and everyone looked over.

"what happened?"

Wang Teng quickly asked.

"This is what happened..."

Afterwards, Dugu Bo and Ju Douluo recounted what they had seen in the Star Dou Great Forest.

"So, Bibi Dong doesn't care at all about us siding with Qian Renxue. On the contrary, she started planning ahead of time in order to suppress the growth of Qian Renxue's power?"

Ning Fengzhi asked in disbelief.

That should be it.

Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded helplessly.

Everyone fell silent; none of them had expected that Bibi Dong and her daughter would be like this.

After that, no one spoke again, and they began to focus on recovering from their injuries.

After a while, Ning Rongrong returned.

By this time, she and her disciples had already dealt with most of the matters they could.

The burning building has been completely extinguished, and the smoking wood has been thoroughly doused to prevent it from reigniting.

All the deceased disciples were also moved to the cemetery on the back mountain.

As for the seriously injured disciples, they were carried to a temporary shed and were taken care of by designated personnel.

As for the collapsed buildings and the damage caused by the aftermath of the battle, we can only deal with them gradually later.

The sect is currently severely understaffed, with less than half of its usual number of disciples still alive. Those who are able to move are busy, but they still can't keep up.

Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo, Dugu Bo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo had all finished resting by this time.

Although their injuries have not fully healed and their soul power has only recovered to about 50-60%, their mobility has almost returned to normal.

Several people stood up from the steps, stretched their stiff bodies, and walked together, forming a small circle.

Ning Fengzhi glanced at everyone and asked in a low voice, "What do you all think we should do now?"

Bone Douluo was the first to speak, saying, "I think we should recall some disciples from various branches first to get things back on track."

"The sect must not fall apart, and the hearts of the people must not be scattered."

"The reconstruction needs to be swift."

Wang Teng added, "I think that while rebuilding our sect, we should also send people to contact the Haotian Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."

"The Spirit Hall's move this time won't be just targeting us; something might have happened to them as well."

"Moreover, as Elder Dugu just said, Tang Hao also died at the hands of the Spirit Hall. So if the Clear Sky Sect is alright, they will definitely go to war with the Spirit Hall next."

"We need to communicate with them and discuss countermeasures."

Everyone nodded in agreement, finding the statement to be reasonable.

At this moment, Sword Douluo stepped forward.

He was seriously injured, but he stood up straight and spoke in a firm voice: "Besides that, we need to fight back."

"Strongly retaliate against the Spirit Hall."

As soon as he said that, the surroundings fell silent.

Everyone fell silent, their brows furrowed, none daring to easily agree.

The Spirit Hall is too powerful. Even in the current situation, no one dares to easily launch a full-scale war against them.

In the square, silence, like an invisible layer, pressed down on this small circle, making it hard to breathe.

Sword Douluo frowned, somewhat displeased: "What, are you scared?"