I Become Sect master In Another World

Midnight had draped the Grand Beast Canyon in an inky veil. The moon, pale and distant, hung like a silent sentinel above jagged peaks and mist-shrouded valleys. The canyon winds whispered through the ancient cliffs, carrying a scent of iron, earth, and the faint tang of lingering blood. Shadows moved unnaturally, folding over boulders and trees like living specters, making the canyon feel both alive and haunted.

The abyss below churned with mist that glowed faintly under the moonlight, as if concealing slumbering giants waiting to awaken. Occasionally, a low rumble echoed from the depths, reminding all who lingered near that the Grand Beast Canyon was no ordinary place—it was a graveyard of ancient powers and a cradle of lurking terrors.

Around the canyon rim, dozens of camps blazed with light. Banners of sects, clans, and kingdoms fluttered against the cold wind, each crest glowing faintly with defensive arrays. Spiritual flames crackled, lanterns swung, and campfires flickered like stars scattered across the night.

Amidst this foreboding landscape, the Sanatan Flame Sect's camp gleamed like a constellation dropped onto the barren wilderness. Shaurya had purchased the camp through the System, summoning a fortress-like array of pavilions, tents, and barriers. Golden spiritual walls shimmered around the perimeter, etched with intricate runes that pulsed with life. Within, central firepits blazed warmly, their amber glow casting long shadows across the tents. The faint aroma of herbal incense blended with cooked rations, warding off insects and calming restless minds.

Disciples moved quietly, tending to camp duties in disciplined silence. Their voices were hushed, their movements precise, their faces lit by lanterns swaying gently in the canyon wind. The top hundred disciples, chosen to enter the secret realm, gathered near the main pavilion, their weapons polished, their postures taut like bows drawn to their limits. Elder Wan, Elder Liya, Elder Feng Yu, and Lin Shu walked among them, correcting stances, checking armor clasps, and offering quiet words of guidance.

In one corner, inside a secluded tent, Wang Tian and Luo Chen sat in cultivation. They had both swallowed the Nirvana Pill gifted by Elder Wan. Spiritual energy surged wildly around them—purple aura radiated from Wang Tian, blue from Luo Chen—merging with the night's qi and painting their tent in swirling colors of lightning and storm. Their bones crackled faintly under the transformative medicine, the air around them vibrating with suppressed force.

At the heart of the camp, inside the largest pavilion, Shaurya sat upon a silver throne. His legs were crossed, one over the other, his posture casual yet impossibly commanding. His new attire—black robe pants, white inner robe, and light-blue outer coat flowing like liquid over his form—caught the lantern light, making him appear almost ethereal. At his waist rested the Meteorite Sword, its sky-blue scabbard gleaming faintly, exuding a dormant yet suffocating sharpness.

Shaurya's lips curved into a calm smile as he rested his chin against his right hand, knuckles pressing lightly against his jawline. His eyes gleamed faintly beneath the silver glow of lantern fire.

The flap of the pavilion stirred as the elders entered, bowing respectfully before their master. Lin Shu was already present, seated gracefully upon a golden throne at Shaurya's right, her expression poised, her aura steady, her presence radiating quiet strength.

Elder Wan stretched his neck, his expression grave.

"There are many sects and clans already gathered," he reported. "From nearby kingdoms, lone cultivators too. Those without keys to the secret realm are seeking alliances with those who do possess them."

Shaurya leaned forward, his smile widening with a faint glimmer of interest.

"I never expected this secret realm would draw so much attention. Those who hold keys must indeed be influential and powerful." His gaze sharpened, his tone curious. "By the way, did you hear anything about the Howling Abyss Sect?"

Elder Wan shook his head. "No… it seems they have not yet arrived. There are still four days until the secret realm opens."

Shaurya nodded, then paused as Elder Wan's tone shifted.

"Oh… and—Royal Palaces from the nearby kingdoms have also arrived. Four Royal Palaces are here currently."

Shaurya raised both eyebrows in surprise before smirking.

"Whoa… Do you know which four kingdoms?"

Elder Wan inclined his head. "Yes. The White Tiger Kingdom, Jade Kingdom, Crimson Mist Kingdom, and Black Dragon Kingdom. These four are our neighboring kingdoms. And—" his expression hardened, his tone heavy, "—the Black Dragon Kingdom and our kingdom are enemies."

Shaurya threw his head back and laughed.

"I don't care who they are—enemy or ally. As long as they don't interfere with us, as long as they don't commit a crime before my eyes… they are safe."

Lin Shu chuckled softly beside him, her laughter like the brush of wind through cherry blossoms.

But suddenly—

The night air shifted.

The mist outside rippled unnaturally. A killing intent, faint yet unmistakable, brushed across the camp like the edge of a blade. To mortals, it would have gone unnoticed. But Shaurya was no mortal.

His smile widened as he rose gracefully from his throne. Tilting his head, he whispered faintly, almost to himself:

"They've grown impatient already."

The elders exchanged confused glances. Elder Liya frowned, asking softly, "Did something happen, Master?"

Before Shaurya could respond, Elder Feng Yu's eyes sharpened. "Someone is here to greet us." With steady steps, he moved toward the camp's entrance.

Shaurya chuckled, hands clasped behind his back.

"It seems I'm not the only one who noticed. Good."

The elders followed him outside. Disciples walking the camp paths halted, bowing deeply as their master passed. Shaurya moved with measured steps, his gaze sweeping over lantern-lit tents, his disciples' steady postures, every detail of the camp etched into his mind.

Then the ground quivered.

It began.

From the shadows just beyond the camp's protective glow, dozens of figures erupted forward, cloaked in dark robes embroidered faintly with phoenix patterns. Their faces hidden, their blades gleamed coldly under the moonlight, and talismans already burned between their fingers. The attackers from Jade Phoenix Sect had arrived.

Shaurya stopped at the camp's front edge. He lifted his gaze skyward, where cliffs loomed like silent judges. Mist swirled angrily around the peaks, as though even nature itself wished to challenge their presence.

Lin Shu appeared at his side, her long hair catching moonlight like strands of silver silk. Elder Feng Yu unsheathed his sword, its edge glowing with cold light. Elder Wan and Elder Liya stood at attention, expressions sharpened, ready to strike. Shaurya turned slightly, winking at Lin Shu. She returned a bright, confident smile.

Around them, disciples stiffened as they sensed the shift in energy. Their faces reflected nervousness, excitement, and unshakable determination.

The canyon seemed to respond. Winds howled, sweeping across jagged cliffs, carrying with them a hint of the strange energy lurking beneath. The ground trembled faintly, as if the earth itself acknowledged the clash of formidable cultivators. Shaurya's eyes narrowed, reading every ripple of power in the mist.

From the surrounding ridges, other sects and clans did not intervene. They simply watched. Camps glowed faintly in the distance, their masters observing with cold detachment. Some elders smirked, amused at the audacity of Jade Phoenix Sect. Others frowned in disapproval, while still others scribbled furiously onto talismans, recording every detail.

"Fools," Elder Wan muttered, stepping forward. "Do they think we'll be shaken by such tricks?"

But Shaurya raised his hand, halting him. His smile widened, gleaming in the moonlight.

"No… let them come. It's better to show everyone what happens… when you provoke Sanatan Flame Sect."

The mist thickened. Then, from its depths, the Jade Phoenix attackers emerged fully, faces grim, intent murderous.

Shaurya's hand rose slowly. Violet energy began swirling around his palm, crackling and seething like the fury of storms. His voice rang with playful cruelty:

"Believe me… you are going to face too much pain."

His eyes glowed. "Soul Destroying Array… ACTIVATE."

He snapped his fingers.

The earth shuddered. A violet array burst to life beneath the attackers, glowing brighter than moonlight. Transparent light erupted upward, forming chains of bone and fire. The skeletal bindings lashed around the Jade Phoenix disciples, wrapping them in unbreakable torment.

Screams tore through the night. The sound was raw, piercing, filled with agony not of the flesh but of the soul itself. Their bodies writhed, their auras flickered violently, their spirits being consumed from within. One by one, their screams died into silence as their forms crumbled into ash. Their souls had been utterly destroyed.

The array dimmed, leaving nothing but drifting violet sparks carried away by the wind.

Across the canyon, the spies of other sects froze in shock. Eyes widened. Pens halted mid-script. Expressions shifted from disbelief to silent fear. Sanatan Flame Sect had made its declaration clear: they were not prey.

Shaurya rolled his shoulders, laughing lightly as if he had merely stretched after a nap. He turned toward his sect.

"I guess it's enough."

Elder Wan grinned and gave a thumbs-up.

"Master, it's more than enough."

Laughter rippled among them, breaking the lingering tension. They returned to their camp. Shaurya's voice cut through the night:

"You all rest in your tents. Cultivate."

Elder Liya tilted her head. "If we all return to our tents, who will guard the camp?"

Shaurya raised his hand, smiling faintly. He snapped his fingers again. A golden formation bloomed beneath their camp, expanding outward until it formed a radiant dome. The shimmering barrier wrapped them in a protective cocoon, its runes pulsing like a beating heart.

"Now it will guard itself," Shaurya said simply, before clasping his hands behind his back and stepping into the pavilion.

One by one, disciples yawned, stretched, and entered their tents. Lin Shu waved her hand toward Elder Liya before following Shaurya into the main tent. Elder Feng Yu left with Cheng Fang, disappearing into the lantern-lit night.

Elder Wan and Elder Liya remained, glancing at one another, their faces tinged faintly red. Elder Wan extended his hand gently.

"Are you ready…?"

Elder Liya lowered her gaze, slowly nodding before taking his hand. Together, they stepped into their tent. A blue formation shimmered around it, a Noise Cancellation Array sealing the space. Elder Liya's soft voice floated faintly before the barrier sealed entirely:

"Please… be gentle."

The tent quivered faintly from within. To the outside world, it was perhaps an imaginary earthquake. To the narrator—an awkward laugh escaped the shadows.

Inside the main tent, Shaurya floated cross-legged in midair, surrounded by streams of golden and green aura that swirled like twin dragons. His Meteorite Sword glowed faintly at his waist, resonating with his cultivation. On the nearby bed, Lin Shu sat cross-legged, her eyes locked on him with quiet devotion. She drew out the Nirvana Pill, whispering softly to herself:

"I have to become stronger… so I can help him."

She swallowed the pill, closing her eyes as spiritual energy surged within her, her aura flaring like a rising flame.

Outside, the camp was silent. Some disciples slept deeply, their snores echoing faintly—showing the Single Mingle Gang without Cheng Fang sprawled across their tent. Others cultivated, their auras flickering like beacons in the dark—Showing Wang Tian, Luo Chen sat within their glowing tent, Shaurya and Lin Shu in the main tent in deep cultivation their power steadily climbing.

And then, there was a particular tent.

Elder Wan and Elder Liya tent showing from outside. Blue formation dome around it to cancel the sound coming from the tent. However, the tent itself trembled slightly… then shook more fiercely, as though an invisible force rattled its frame. The rhythmic vibrations seemed almost like a small earthquake localized to that single corner of the camp.

Perhaps… some cultivations were simply of a different kind.

And far above, the canyon's moon watched silently, as if bearing witness to the night's secrets.

To be continued…