512 The Emotion Sword Is Really Not for People to Cultivate... (1/2)

In the desert oasis, the stand-off continued to brew and intensified.

The people in the tent were struggling to find out the truth, trying to find a way out of the present predicament. For this reason, even the exemplary moral integrity of their Big Brother and Senior Brother Wang Lu could be ignored.

The same was true for the people outside the tent. They were willing to sacrifice a lot of things as long as they could save their great elder.

The sacrifice of life was the simplest. In fact, during the stand-off, there were many hot-blooded warriors who were eager to prove the desert tribe's backbone with their own blood, but the senior members of the tribe stopped them.

The enemy was strong, while they were weak. Furthermore, the situation was forced, so the desert tribe had no qualification for hot-blooded impulse. It was easy for the few of them to rush in and commit suicide, but if it aroused the opposite party's anger, based on the combat power of the desert tribe, who could stop the opposite party from slaughtering them?

Therefore, after a long time, the demon race outside the tent remained at the stage of protesting. Although their rhetoric grew harsher, there was no practical effect.

”Human! Is this how you, respectable and upright sect, do things?”

”We treated you with absolute sincerity, and even saved the lives of the two of you, yet you put a heavy hand on our great elder, you guys are simply ruthless! Aren't you guys afraid of your soul being scattered away by a lightning strike of heavenly tribulation the day when you try to soar into immortality!”

”Let our elder go, and we can let bygones be bygones.”

With such a protest, the people in the tent were already tired of hearing it. After a while, someone even cast a soundproof spell at the tent entrance, which immediately gave them the quiet that they longed for.

And a quiet environment was indeed more conducive to people's thinking.

”What do you guys think, should we call the others?”

”The others? What do you mean?” Lin Wan puzzledly looked at Feng Yin.

”I mean those people at Blessed Fountain. Didn't Big Brother previously set up a base in Blessed Fountain? There should be three teams over there. Senior Sister Cai Xia is also there. If she can come, perhaps, there might be a way.”

”Asking from the people at Blessed Fountain?” Lin Wan muttered, ”But aren't they doing their final showdown against the flood dragon and thus impossible to divide their manpower?”

Feng Yin said, ”I recently just exchanged a letter with them at Blessed Fountain. Their progress is very smooth. Yesterday, they just fought their fiercest battle against the flood dragon and won a great victory!”

The several other people who listened gawked.

”Right now at Blessed Fountain, they have fully entered the harvest time, so it wouldn't matter if one or more people are missing. Moreover, Blessed Fountain base was originally just a frontier base. So, after the completion of the Blessed Fountain offensive, the three teams could not all stay in Blessed Fountain. Most people still have to continue to explore the Savage Land. It would be better for them to come here and join us. This desert oasis, if you dig deeper, may be a place with more potential than Blessed Fountain.”

Feng Yin's proposal quickly won the support of many people.

”Agree. Since the current situation proves that it is not something that we can solve, then it is only natural to introduce new support.”

”Although the management trainee program is designed to exercise our independence, in front of such a big event, sincere cooperation is fundamental.”

Seeing the Junior Brothers and Sisters gave their support in succession, Feng Yin nodded his head. ”Then I will go to prepare to write a letter to Blessed Fountain. But unfortunately, the altar is a bit far away, so I have to trouble one of the Junior Brothers or Sisters to help by taking a walk.”

”Senior Brother Feng Yin, I suggest you don't do that.”

”Oh?” Upon hearing this, Feng Yin was stunned. Turning his head to look for the source of that sound, he saw the person turned out to be the quiet and forever low-key Junior Sister Wang Wu.

As always, Junior Sister Wang Wu was immersed in cultivation. At this time, she was sitting cross-legged. Her whole body's magical power was like a tide, clearly she was in the middle of applying her method. Had Feng Yin not heard it clearly, he wouldn't have been able to notice that it was Wang Wu who was talking just now.

”Junior Sister Wang Wu, did you just suggest me… not to write a letter to request for reinforcement? Why?”

Wang Wu replied without lifting her eyelids, ”Because big brother doesn't want too many people to intervene in this matter.”

”How do you know that?”

”I just know.” With that, Wang Wu no longer spoke. No matter how Feng Yin tried to question closely, she remained silent, which was quite discomforting for Feng Yin.

However, after many years of getting along, he had also accustomed to Wang Wu's special behavior. For her, there was nothing more important than cultivation—of course, if not so, with her aptitude, she wouldn't have gotten to this point.

All along, whether it was the sect's experiential learning or other exercises, she always never took the lead, always followed behind other people, and spent most of her energy on training. As for experiential learning outside, she was even more of a reclusive fanatic. More than three hundred days in a year, she spent her days secluding herself, a totally ”home-stayer.”

It was a very rare thing for her to open her mouth just now, so for her advice, Feng Yin intended to take it seriously.

The reason for this was very simple. Because Ouyang Shang and Wang Lu personally brought her here from Blessed Fountain. Moreover, there was no secret for the golden generation that their Big Brother favored Wang Wu.

However, if they didn't write the letter asking for help, should they sustain this situation indefinitely? After all, this was other people's home! These desert demons seemed weak, but they have valiantly fought the astonishing invisible devil for two thousand years… Once those demons decided to make their move whatever it takes, would they really be able to withstand the more than a thousand people outside the tent?