Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 29: Start of the Tournament

Lin Xiaotian sighed softly before speaking, his expression calm yet thoughtful.

"We will have to wait, Elder Han. We cannot destroy someone simply because of a suspicion, so let us observe for a while longer."

He then gestured casually toward the entrance of the viewing pavilion. "Come inside. You arrived at quite the perfect moment, because a spectacle is about to begin. The sect is holding a tournament for all disciples today."

Hearing this, Han Leu nodded in agreement while stepping beside him.

"The City Lord also believes the same, Sect Master. However, Master Han... about that silhouette seen near the mountain earlier."

Lin Xiaotian only gave him a knowing glance, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Han Leu immediately bowed his head slightly and spoke in a careful tone.

"I have no intention of prying into the sect’s secrets, Sect Master. However, an imperial envoy is expected to arrive soon, which is why I mentioned it."

Hearing those words, Lin Xiaotian’s gaze suddenly sharpened slightly. "Oh? It seems the world is becoming restless again."

He waved his hand casually before continuing in a relaxed tone. "Let them come. For now, enjoy the tournament, Elder Han."

The moment he finished speaking, his figure vanished from the spot. In the next instant, he appeared directly on the grand watching platform overlooking the arena.

As soon as he appeared, every disciple present turned their heads toward him with respect and awe.

Han Leu stared at him in shock, unable to hide the astonishment in his eyes. "How has he gained such terrifying power already..." he muttered silently to himself.

Lin Xiaotian ignored the reactions and calmly stepped forward. "Let the tournament begin."

By this time, all the menial disciples had already taken their seats in the viewing stands, eagerly watching the platforms below.

Lin Xiaotian raised his hand and summoned a jade slip into his palm.

Lowering his gaze slightly, he began reading the draw results for the tournament matches. "Tianhe has drawn the short stick and advances directly to the next round."

"The rest will compete normally."

He calmly continued reading the names one by one as the disciples began walking toward their respective battle platforms.

Finally, he read the next pairing aloud. "Yan Feng versus Li Qingyun."

Lin Xiaotian raised an eyebrow slightly while watching the two disciples approach the platform. "This one should be interesting," he murmured to himself.

"That boy’s comprehension was fairly decent when we first tested him."

"Let us see how much progress he has made."

However, when he read the final name on the jade slip, his mouth twitched slightly. "Ciao Xiaoshan versus Shen Yue Yao."

The mismatch was almost comical His gaze slowly shifted toward the young girl named Shen Yue Yao and there stood the Mountain Giant sized Ciao.

She looked close to tears, yet despite her fear she still stepped onto the platform with a determined expression.

As the final names were announced, all the disciples had already taken their positions inside the battle rings.

At that moment, Han Leu suddenly spoke from beside him. "I believe Yan Feng will win the tournament."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaotian smirked faintly. "I am not entirely sure about that, Elder Han."

His gaze drifted toward Qiao Xiaoshan and Tianhe in the distance. "Those two are monsters."

Han Leu chuckled softly before glancing at him. "In that case... how about we place a bet?"

Hearing that, Lin Xiaotian’s eyes immediately shone with interest. "If we are going to bet, we might as well make it worthwhile."

A faint grin appeared on his face, and a hint of open greed flashed across his expression. "Let us make the wager at least an Earth-tier technique equivalent."

Han Leu hesitated slightly after hearing that even for someone like him, an Earth-tier technique was no small stake.

For a brief moment he questioned the decision, but eventually he smiled and nodded calmly. "Very well, Sect Master. Why not."

While the two continued speaking casually, the matches below had already begun.

Across the arena platforms, disciples unleashed their techniques and clashed fiercely, each one determined to prove their strength before the sect.

Spiritual energy flashed across the platforms as swords collided and shockwaves spread through the arena floor.

Lin Xiaotian’s gaze soon drifted toward Yan Feng’s platform. What he saw there immediately caught his attention.

Yan Feng stood calmly in the center of the stage, controlling three swords at once.

One sword rested firmly in his hand, while the other two floated around him like hunting hawks.

They moved sharply through the air, guided by streams of spiritual qi that pulsed from Yan Feng’s body.

Even Lin Xiaotian could not hide a hint of surprise. Controlling flying swords with spiritual energy while fighting properly was extremely difficult.

Normally only Golden Core cultivators, after unlocking their divine sense, could use flying swords with stability.

Even then, such techniques were the true specialty of Nascent Soul elders who nurtured sword embryos within their spiritual seas.

Yet Yan Feng, still only a disciple, had already achieved something close to that level below on the arena, the fight intensified rapidly.

Yan Feng swung the sword in his hand while the other two blades darted through the air like silver streaks.

One sword slashed toward Li Qingyun’s shoulder while the second cut down from above, forcing Li to retreat quickly.

Li Qingyun stepped lightly across the platform, barely dodging the attacks.

The moment he avoided the first strike; the second sword curved sharply through the air and attacked from behind.

The crowd watching the match gasped softly as the swords moved in unpredictable arcs.

Li Qingyun twisted his body at the last moment and narrowly avoided being struck.

The floating sword grazed his sleeve and sliced through the edge of his robe before embedding itself briefly into the stone platform.

Yan Feng did not slow down for even a moment. With a sharp flick of his fingers, the sword shot back into the air and rejoined the other two blades.

The three swords then moved together like a coordinated formation. One sword attacked directly while the other two circled around Li Qingyun like predators waiting for an opening.

Lin Xiaotian narrowed his eyes slightly while watching the exchange. "This will not be easy for Yan Feng."

"Li Qingyun is avoiding direct clashes and forcing the fight to drag on longer."

"Maintaining control of three swords will slowly exhaust Yan Feng’s mental focus If this continues too long, he will suffer in later matches.".

At that moment, Li Qingyun suddenly changed his movement instead of retreating again, Li Qingyun suddenly stomped his foot onto the platform and inhaled sharply.

In the next instant, his figure blurred as his speed increased nearly sixfold, his movements becoming far sharper and more fluid.

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the sudden change. This was clearly the sign of reaching proficiency in the movement technique.

"But how is that possible so suddenly?" he thought inwardly while watching the disciple’s movements carefully.

For a brief moment, Lin Xiaotian considered extending his divine sense to scan the boy and confirm his suspicions.

However, just as he was about to do so, he paused. "No... that would be unnecessary."

He leaned back slightly in his seat and folded his arms calmly. "I will simply ask him later."

A faint smile appeared on his lips as he continued watching the fight. "Let us see if he tells me himself."

Even Han Leu beside him showed a stunned expression. On the arena platform, Li Qingyun’s aura suddenly grew heavier.

His movements became faster and sharper as the blue energy wrapped around his body.

Yan Feng’s floating swords rushed forward again, cutting through the air with piercing whistles.

Li Qingyun stepped forward instead of retreating this time. With a sudden burst of speed, he slipped between the first two swords.

The third sword descended toward his back, but he twisted sideways and avoided the strike by the smallest margin.

The platform cracked slightly under his feet as he closed the distance instantly.

In the next moment, Li Qingyun thrust his palm forward. Blue spiritual energy condensed around his hand and collided directly with Yan Feng’s sword.

A loud clang echoed across the arena as spiritual energy exploded outward. The shockwave pushed both disciples backward several steps.

Lin Xiaotian watched the scene carefully while the wind from the collision rustled his robes.

Just as Yan Feng attacked again, Li Qingyun quickly distanced himself from Yan Feng.

As Lin Xiaotian thought Yan Feng would not be able to do anything immediately, a sudden blue spiritual fog erupted from Li Qingyun’s mouth and feet.

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes constricted sharply. This was the sign of true initiation into the Heaven-tier circulation art he had distributed.

He looked toward Han Leu and laughed lightly. However, his laughter slowly faded as a thought surfaced in his mind.

"Damn it, Lin Xiaotian... are you really going to be left behind by your own disciples?"

"Are you just going to sit here and hide behind their talent?"

"Will they surpass you while you watch from the stands like an old elder?" "No... absolutely not."

He exhaled slowly and forced those thoughts away. "They are my good disciples, and their talent is something worth being proud of."

"But even so..."

"I will have to do something soon to maintain my authority as their sect master."

As Lin Xiaotian was still lost in those thoughts, the situation on the platform suddenly changed.

Yan Feng’s figure blurred like a streak of lightning as he burst forward with explosive speed. In the blink of an eye, he closed the distance between himself and Li Qingyun.

The sword in his hand flashed with cold light as it approached Li Qingyun.