Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 33: The Result and Rewards

As the dust slowly began to settle, the entire arena fell into an almost unnatural silence. Thousands of eyes remained fixed upon the battlefield, waiting to see who would emerge from the storm of destruction.

Gradually the thick cloud of dust dispersed, revealing a shocking sight. The arena had been completely devastated.

What had once been a perfectly constructed battle platform was now nothing more than rubble. Large sections of the stone floor had shattered apart, deep cracks spreading across the entire structure like spiderwebs. Some areas had even been crushed completely into fine powder, leaving only uneven pits where the ground used to exist.

At the center of this devastation lay Ciao Xiaoshan.

He was lying on the ground within a faint protective barrier created by the arena formation, his body clearly exhausted after the clash.

Standing a few meters away from him was Miao Tianhe.

Tianhe was breathing heavily as he looked down at his opponent with visible shock in his eyes. His half-dragon transformation was still active, but the damage to his body was obvious.

The scales on his left arm had completely shattered during the final collision. Several of his claws were broken, their fragments scattered across the ruined arena floor.

Although the wounds were already beginning to regenerate slowly, the damage itself was astonishing.

After all, those dragon scales were comparable to materials approaching the Semi–Earth Grade level in durability.

Yet even such powerful defenses had been shattered by Ciao Xiaoshan’s final strike. Ciao Xiaoshan slowly opened his eyes and looked up at Tianhe.

For a brief moment the two simply stared at each other.

Then suddenly Xiaoshan laughed. "You won today, Junior Brother," he said while pushing himself slightly upward. "But it will not be the same next time."

Tianhe stared at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh of his own. "Then I will simply defeat you again."

The two young disciples looked at each other and laughed together. Above them, Lin Xiaotian observed the scene from the sect master’s platform.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he watched the two disciples. This was exactly the kind of fighting spirit he wanted within the sect.

Meanwhile the disciples seated in the stands erupted into loud cheers. What they had just witnessed was easily the most incredible battle many of them had ever seen.

The former slaves who had recently joined the sect were especially excited. They had already been given the uniforms of menial disciples along with living quarters within the sect grounds, and witnessing such a powerful battle only strengthened their admiration for the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect.

Lin Xiaotian slowly turned his head toward Elder Han Leu. The elder was also watching the arena, though a faint amused smile rested in his eyes.

However, Lin Xiaotian’s expression slowly changed. His gaze moved back toward the two disciples standing in the ruined arena.

A faint burning intensity appeared in his eyes. Then suddenly both Tianhe and Ciao Xiaoshan stiffened.

Lin Xiaotian’s voice had directly entered their minds.

"After the tournament ends, both of you will come to the main hall."

"You have performed so beautifully that I must properly reward you."

The words themselves sounded generous but the tone behind them was colder than a death sentence.

The moment they heard those words, both Tianhe and Xiaoshan felt their legs turn weak.

The two slowly looked at each other and then they both looked down at the arena floor. The completely destroyed arena floor.

Cracks. Broken stone. Entire sections turned into dust.

The same terrifying thought appeared in both of their minds simultaneously.

Are we dead?

For a brief moment neither of them spoke as another thought quickly followed.

Should we run away?

Or...

Should we simply present ourselves to the Sect Master like offerings on a silver platter and hope he shows mercy?

Neither option seemed particularly promising. Before they could decide anything, Lin Xiaotian had already stood up from his seat.

His calm voice echoed throughout the arena. "The match is concluded."

"The winner is Miao Tianhe."

The disciples erupted into cheers again.

Lin Xiaotian continued speaking. "The final match will begin after one incense stick of time." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

He was just about to sit down when Han Leu suddenly spoke. "Sect Master, what will be the rewards for the tournament?"

Lin Xiaotian paused mid-motion his expression suddenly froze. He slowly looked toward Han Leu with a completely blank face.

Then he suddenly punched his own palm. "Oh right." he spoke "That’s what I was forgetting."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Good that you reminded me."

He casually waved his hand and thirty-two storage rings appeared in the air. Without hesitation he tossed them toward Han Leu. "You will distribute these."

"Everyone who participated will receive one."

Han Leu caught the rings and instinctively probed one with his spiritual sense. His mind instantly went blank.

Every single ring was of extremely high quality.

Their grade was comparable to the storage ring he himself possessed a valuable treasure he had obtained only after many years of effort.

And Lin Xiaotian had just casually thrown out thirty-two of them as participation rewards. Han Leu’s expression slowly became strange.

But the surprises did not end there. "What about the rewards for the top three disciples?" Han Leu asked cautiously.

Lin Xiaotian nodded. "Right, right."

He casually waved his hand again and three beast eggs appeared in front of Han Leu.

Han Leu extended his spiritual sense toward them and then his body froze. He could not sense their potential at all.

Which meant only one thing the level of those beasts was above Dao Harmonization. Han Leu’s brain temporarily stopped functioning.

He had barely recovered from the previous shock when Lin Xiaotian casually took out another item.

A jade manual. "This," Lin Xiaotian said calmly, "was specifically chosen for Miao Han."

"Iron blood War Intent Art."

Han Leu stared blankly at the manual it was a Heaven Grade cultivation technique and it was being handed out as a tournament reward.

Just when Han Leu thought the shocks had finally ended, Lin Xiaotian casually tossed him another storage ring. "This contains weapons, pills, and other resources."

"There are several thousand items inside."

"You will distribute them."

Han Leu’s expression instantly darkened. "Sect Master," he said with dissatisfaction, "I have only just joined the sect."

"And you are already planning to work me to death."

Lin Xiaotian calmly looked at him. "You are a Nascent Soul expert, Elder Han."

"And you are the First Elder of the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect."

Han Leu immediately straightened his posture. Over the past few days, he had already witnessed many of the mysterious and unbelievable aspects of the sect.

He understood very clearly that the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect possessed extraordinary foundations.

And the strength of Lin Xiaotian himself was even more unfathomable.

In fact,...

Han Leu had a faint suspicion that Lin Xiaotian’s true strength might even exceed what he appeared to show.

While he was lost in these thoughts, Lin Xiaotian suddenly spoke again. "Elder Han."

"After the tournament ends, come to my residence, I have something that may help with your body’s condition."

Han Leu instantly reacted dramatically as he crossed his arms over his chest and stepped backward. "Sect Master!"

"How can you be like this?!"

"I cannot simply give my chastity to you like that!"

Lin Xiaotian nearly vomited blood as without hesitation he kicked Han Leu directly. "Are you insane?!"

"I was talking about your injury!"

Han Leu quickly stood back up and coughed lightly while restoring his dignity. "It was merely a joke, Sect Master."

"No need to take offense."

Then he added with a mischievous smile, "Besides, I know our Sect Master is only interested in great beauties."

"If you wish, next time I can bring you to the Moon Pavilion in the capital."

"There you can watch performances by beauties as graceful as goddesses."

Lin Xiaotian’s single life finally showed a faint reaction and a small smile appeared on his face.

I already died a virgin once.

This time will definitely not end the same way.

After all, he had already spent quite some time in this cultivation world. Yet he had not even properly admired the legendary beauty of cultivation fairies.

While he was lost in these thoughts, the time for the final match had already arrived.

Lin Xiaotian stood up again. Yan Feng and Miao Tianhe were already standing on the preparation platform.

However, Lin Xiaotian directly waved his hand and in an instant both of them disappeared. They reappeared on a completely different arena platform.

This was the Golden Core arena.

A battlefield specially reinforced for cultivators at a much higher level. Lin Xiaotian had absolutely no intention of letting them destroy the normal arena again.

Both Tianhe and Yan Feng looked at each other the moment they appeared a fierce hunger burned in their eyes.

It was the gaze of two warriors who wished to completely devour their opponent. The air between them grew heavy with tension.

Sparks of spiritual energy crackled faintly around their bodies.

Lin Xiaotian smiled faintly as he looked at them.

Then he calmly said one word. "Start."

The moment the word left his mouth, both figures vanished.

They transformed into blurs of motion as they rushed toward each other with explosive speed.