Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 22: A Cradle of Monsters

As soon as the ceremony ended, Lin Xiaotian gestured for everyone to stand.

He then took out a robe and handed it to Miao Tianhe. Draping it over the young man’s shoulders, he said calmly,

"From this day onward, you are a disciple of the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect."

Miao Tianhe bowed deeply.

Lin Xiaotian nodded and motioned for him to walk toward the other disciples.

All eyes turned toward the newly accepted disciple.

At that moment, Ciao stepped forward and gave Tianhe a friendly clap on the back.

"You’re the junior brother now, Tianhe," he said with a grin. "You can call me Senior Brother."

Hearing this, the disciples around them burst into laughter and cheers, the solemn atmosphere of the ceremony quickly turning lively.

After the ceremony ended, Lin Xiaotian turned his gaze toward Han Leu. "Elder Han, when will your tasks be finished before you come to the sect?"

Han Leu cupped his fists respectfully. "Sect Master Lin, I should arrive in about fifteen days."

Lin Xiaotian nodded. "Good. When you come, bring one hundred slaves with you. Our sect is located near Shadow Leaf Town, in the Shadow leaf Mountain Range."

Han Leu’s expression stiffened slightly. "But... Sect Master, isn’t that place barren?"

Lin Xiaotian simply smiled. "You’ll understand when you arrive, Elder Han."

Seeing that the sect master had no intention of explaining further, Han Leu wisely stopped asking questions.

Lin Xiaotian then flicked his sleeve, taking out a storage pouch and handing it over. "There are one hundred thousand spiritual stones inside. Use them to purchase the slaves."

After saying that, he stored away the martial technique manuals. Then Lin Xiaotian turned his gaze toward the gathered slaves.

His voice was calm but carried authority. "Listen carefully."

The slaves immediately lowered their heads. "The moment you enter my sect, you will no longer be slaves. You will become menial disciples of the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect."

Hearing this, many of them raised their heads in shock. "If any of you perform well, you may rise through the ranks. One day, you might even become my direct disciple."

Excitement spread among the slaves. "However," Lin Xiaotian continued, "until then, none of you may leave the mountain range without permission."

The slaves immediately dropped to their knees and bowed deeply. To them, such conditions were already heaven-sent.

Only a fool who preferred dragon dung to treasure would refuse such an opportunity.

Lin Xiaotian gave a light signal with his hand. "Let’s go."

The disciples immediately followed behind him as they began to leave. Moments ago, the surroundings had been filled with whispers.

People were quietly discussing the sudden appearance of the mysterious sect master and his disciples.

But as Lin Xiaotian and his group walked past them, those whispers gradually faded.

Soon, the entire place fell silent.

Everyone simply stared at them as they departed, their gazes filled with curiosity and awe—as if they were witnessing the birth of something extraordinary.

Lin Xiaotian noticed the reactions from the corner of his eye. A faint chuckle sounded in his heart.

Good.

The foundation of the sect’s reputation has already been laid.

From now on... all that remains is steady development.

With that thought, he calmly walked forward, his disciples following closely behind as their figures slowly disappeared into the distance.

From the second-floor balcony, Han Leu watched as Lin Xiaotian and his disciples slowly disappeared into the distance.

His eyes narrowed slightly only now did he truly observe them carefully.

Every disciple walking behind Lin Xiaotian carried an unusual aura. Their steps were steady, their gazes sharp, and their qi far more stable than ordinary cultivators of the same realm.

They were clearly far from ordinary. Han Leu’s expression gradually turned serious.

After a long moment, he muttered under his breath, "What exactly are you, Lin Xiaotian...?"

His gaze lingered on the departing figures. "...You’ve raised a cradle of monsters."

For some reason, a strange feeling appeared in his heart. He had the faint sense that the cultivation world might soon change because of that man.

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"That bitch!"

Yan Chuan roared in rage as he smashed a porcelain vase against the floor. The fragments scattered across the room.

"That bitch dared to humiliate me in front of everyone! And that Han Leu... he actually dared to speak about the Yan Family like that!"

His eyes were filled with hatred. "Just wait, Yan Feng... I’ll make sure you die a death you could never imagine."

Without wasting another moment, Yan Chuan strode toward his father’s quarters.

He knocked on the gate a moment later the door opened.

His father, Yan Xiaoling, stood there with barely any clothes on, irritation clearly visible on his face. "Didn’t I say no one should disturb me—"

But when he saw Yan Chuan, his expression softened slightly. "Oh... Yuan’er, why are you here?"

Yan Chuan glanced inside the room with faint disdain. Three courtesans were lounging inside, their clothes disheveled.

What a fickle man, Yan Chuan thought coldly.

But outwardly he remained respectful. "Father, I have news regarding that beast... Yan Feng."

Yan Xiaoling scoffed. "What could that trash possibly do now? His meridians were shattered and his body ruined."

Yan Chuan interrupted him. "Father... that beast has somehow recovered his cultivation. His meridians have been completely healed."

The moment those words fell, Yan Xiaoling’s expression darkened. "What?"

A cold killing intent flashed through his eyes. "That piece of trash must die. We cannot leave a ticking time bomb for the Yan Family."

Hearing this, Yan Chuan smiled inwardly.

Exactly what I wanted.

But on the outside, he showed a worried expression and began exaggerating Yan Feng’s recent strength.

Yan Xiaoling’s face turned colder and colder as he listened finally, he waved his hand.

"Don’t worry, Yuan’er. I will dispatch the Shadow Guards of the Yan Family. That trash will not live for long."

Just then, one of the courtesans walked over and wrapped her arms around Yan Xiaoling from behind. "What has happened, Master Yan?" she asked softly.

Yan Chuan’s eyes flashed with disgust as the scent of perfume filled the room.

Disgusting.

But outwardly he only nodded. "Very well, Father. Please act quickly."

He turned and walked toward the door. "I’ll take my leave now. You may continue your... entertainment."

With that, Yan Chuan left the room.

The moment he stepped outside, a cold smile appeared on his face.

Yan Feng... this time you won’t escape.