Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 17: The Deal

As soon as they sat down, Han Leu’s gaze toward Lin Xiaotian changed. It gained an uncanny sharpness.

He stared at Lin Xiaotian for a moment before speaking. "Fellow Daoist, I deeply respect you for allowing Little Yan to walk the path of immortality once again."

His voice suddenly turned cold. "But listen carefully. I do not care who stands behind you, nor what secrets you possess. I only hope that you harbor no ulterior motives toward him."

He glanced at Yan Feng, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips. "He is like my own son. And it is only because of my incompetence that he ended up in such a miserable state."

Regret filled his expression. "If only... when Brother Yan and Sister-in-law went on that mission, I had accompanied them instead of taking that damned assignment... Little Yan would never have faced such a predicament."

Yan Feng quickly tried to interrupt. "Uncle Han, it’s not your fault. You also had important—"

Han Leu raised a hand and cut him off. "Little Yan, it doesn’t matter what happened. I know the past cannot be changed and I know you would never accept favors from me."

His voice softened slightly. "But believe me... no matter what happens, I will always stand behind you."

The next moment a terrifying pressure erupted from his body and Han Leu directly released his Nascent Soul aura.

Everyone present froze. To their absolute disbelief, the aura was Peak Nascent Soul... even approaching Half-Step Soul Transformation.

Shock filled the room Lin Xiaotian’s mind buzzed.

A Peak Nascent Soul... A being at this level could shake the entire backwater region with a single stomp.

And He was Yan Feng’s uncle, currently disguising himself as a wandering Golden Core expert outside the sect.

Just as he was trying to process everything a cold mechanical voice echoed in his mind.

[System Prompt]

Host, recruit Han Leu as a Sect Elder.

Reward: Golden Meridian Revival Art.

A status window suddenly appeared before Lin Xiaotian.

Name: Han Leu

Cultivation: Peak Nascent Soul (Crippled)

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes shrank to pinpoints when he saw that single word. Crippled.

Even crippled... this man was still Peak Nascent Soul.

Then what would his true strength be at full power? Without hesitation, Lin Xiaotian made his decision.

He had to recruit him Meanwhile, Han Leu was observing Lin Xiaotian the entire time.

Seeing him remain silent, Han Leu assumed he had been intimidated by his aura. A smug smile slowly formed on his face.

But in the next moment Lin Xiaotian’s entire demeanor changed. The hesitation vanished and his expression became calm, composed... almost businesslike.

Lin Xiao Tian then spoke "Fellow Daoist, first of all, you should not question the relationship between me and my disciples."

Hearing this, Han Leu’s eyes narrowed. Even after seeing my realm, he still calls me Fellow Daoist...

Lin Xiaotian knew this was his greatest advantage. Han Leu knew nothing about him and more importantly, he could not sense Lin Xiaotian’s cultivation because of the Sect Master Robes.

Meeting Han Leu’s gaze, Lin Xiaotian spoke calmly. "I have a proposal for you, Fellow Daoist. One you should not refuse."

Han Leu remained silent, watching him closely. "Become an elder of my sect. This pavilion has little use for you anymore you know that better than anyone. Join my sect, and I promise you will not regret it."

He paused briefly before adding, "You could also watch over Yan."

Lin Xiaotian clearly saw the hesitation flicker in Han Leu’s eyes. Conflict brewed within them.

So, he played his final card "I might also be able to heal your injuries, Master Leu."

The moment those words fell Han Leu’s eyes shrank to pinpoints and His aura erupted violently as he shot to his feet.

Killing intent surged.

How does he know?

Han Leu’s heart trembled.

That injury had been inflicted more than thirty years ago during a secret battle with a demonic cultivator. The wound had damaged his foundation and never fully healed.

Not only that but it also includes some unspeakable truths about his origin and region he came from.

Very few people knew about it even Brother Yan only knew fragments of the truth.

Yet this man had spoken of it so casually, as if he had seen straight through his body.

Impossible...

The terrifying pressure of a Nascent Soul cultivator crashed down upon the pavilion.

Yan Feng and the others instinctively took defensive stances, yet the overwhelming pressure nearly forced them to their knees.

Lin Xiaotian stepped forward to shield them blood rose to his throat, yet he remained standing.

Then Han Leu suddenly withdrew all of his pressure The suffocating aura vanished.

As silence filled the pavilion Han Leu slowly sat down again, his brows tightly furrowed.

For a long time, he said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on Lin Xiaotian as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Finally, he let out a bitter laugh. "It seems... I have underestimated you, Fellow Daoist."

He exhaled slowly. "It seems you have won this round."

After another brief pause, he spoke again. "I agree to become an elder of your sect."

Lin Xiaotian leaned back in his seat with a faint smile. "I promise you won’t regret this decision, Fellow Daoist."

He paused briefly before continuing in a calm voice. "Now then, let us proceed with the reason we came here. We have a few items to sell... and a few things we wish to purchase."

Han Leu looked at those deep unfathomable eyes and sighed let’s continue it Sect master.