Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 36: Yan Feng’s Vagueness

Lin Xiaotian nodded slowly. "Li Qingyun," he said calmly, "the opportunity you have received today is something that countless cultivators could never even dream of obtaining."

His gaze remained steady. "I believe you will cherish it and not allow it to go to waste."

He paused briefly before continuing. "Do not disappoint Divine General Zhuo Tao... or me."

The words were simple, yet they carried an unmistakable weight.

Li Qingyun’s expression immediately became solemn. Without hesitation, he hurriedly rose from his seat and dropped to his knees before Lin Xiaotian. "I would never dare disappoint you, Master!"

His voice was firm, filled with determination. Seeing this, Lin Xiaotian gave a small approving nod. "I will await your performance in the Beast Forest."

As he spoke, he lightly waved his hand in the next instant, space distorted faintly around Li Qingyun’s body.

Before the young disciple could say anything further, he vanished from the chamber. The room fell quiet again.

Lin Xiaotian slowly turned his gaze toward the only remaining disciple Yan Feng.

The young man stood there stiffly, his expression somewhat awkward. The series of events that had just unfolded had clearly exceeded even his expectations.

To Lin Xiaotian, he currently looked like a startled cockroach that had just been discovered hiding beneath a rock.

Lin Xiaotian chuckled softly. "The events today were certainly... extraordinary."

Seeing Lin Xiaotian looking at him, Yan Feng scratched his head before letting out an embarrassed laugh. "Ha... well... now Brother Li has a Divine Weapon master."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "I want one too."

Hearing this, Lin Xiaotian raised an eyebrow before smirking faintly. "Then go and win one over yourself if you have the ability."

"I have no objection."

He casually leaned back in his chair. "In fact, there is even a very good sword among those weapons."

Yan Feng’s eyes instantly brightened.

But Lin Xiaotian’s next words immediately shattered his excitement.

"However,"

He glanced at Yan Feng with faint amusement. "Do you truly believe Divine Weapons are something a little brat like you can simply wield?"

Yan Feng’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out.

Lin Xiaotian continued calmly. "Li Qingyun has only just received Zhuo Tao’s acknowledgment."

"He is merely in the trial phase and even that alone is already an extremely rare opportunity."

His voice grew slightly heavier. "Let alone fully wielding a Divine Weapon."

"Even if you were to reach the Tribulation Stage, it would still not be easy to control such a weapon."

Yan Feng’s expression slowly stiffened.

Lin Xiaotian continued as if explaining a simple fact. "To even partially wield one...You would need to reach at least the Palace Formation Realm."

Hearing this, Yan Feng’s eyes widened in shock as he nearly blurted out a curse but forcefully restrained himself.

After a moment, he took a deep breath and calmed down. Then he looked at Lin Xiaotian and spoke seriously. "Sect Master... judging from Brother Li’s situation..."

"It seems you called me here to ask something as well."

Lin Xiaotian nodded calmly. "Indeed, you are quite astute."

Yan Feng gave a bitter smile. "But in truth...you already know everything, Master."

Lin Xiaotian said nothing.

Yan Feng slowly reached toward his chest. "The truth is... even I do not know much about my true origins."

His tone was calm but slightly complicated. "My father only told me one thing we are not truly part of the Yan Family."

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Yan Feng continued. "The only proof that I belong to something else...is this."

He pulled a pendant from beneath his robe it was a simple blue pendant hanging from a thin cord.

Yet the moment Lin Xiaotian’s gaze fell upon it his pupils shrank slightly.

At that exact moment, the system’s voice echoed inside his mind.

[Item Detected]

Divine Island Order

Grade: Immortal Artifact

State: Sealed

Information:???

Lin Xiaotian instantly suppressed the shock within his heart as his expression remained calm and unreadable.

Yan Feng continued speaking, unaware of the storm that had just erupted within his Sect Master’s mind. "Also, Sect Master... I know Elder Han may have told you something."

"Or perhaps he had his suspicions."

Yan Feng paused briefly. "It concerns a martial technique I once cultivated Nine Hells Demon Sword."

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes flickered slightly.

Yan Feng continued calmly. "But I am no longer suited to cultivate it I have already abandoned that path."

His voice grew firm. "That technique belongs to my past self."

He raised his gaze to meet Lin Xiaotian’s eyes. "I believe Sect Master will respect my decision."

For a moment, the room fell silent. Lin Xiaotian looked at Yan Feng quietly and then he gave a simple nod. "I will support your decision."

His tone remained calm. "Even if one day you decide to throw away the entire world..."

"Let alone a mere heavenly sword art."

Yan Feng looked slightly surprised. Lin Xiaotian continued with a faint smile. "The sect’s technique hall contains countless cultivation arts."

"You may choose whichever path you wish."

Yan Feng bowed respectfully. "No, Sect Master. I believe it is better for me to walk my path slowly."

Lin Xiaotian suddenly laughed loudly. "Good! this is exactly the kind of disciple I want!"

His eyes shone with pride. "You are worthy of being my disciple."

Yan Feng lowered his head slightly, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Lin Xiaotian waved his hand casually. "I am quite interested to see how you perform in the upcoming Beast Forest trial."

Before Yan Feng could reply space twisted again and in the next instant, Yan Feng disappeared from the chamber.

The room returned to complete silence and Lin Xiaotian sat alone. For a moment he remained still then he leaned back slightly and sighed.

His mind slowly replayed everything that had happened since the moment he transmigrated into this world.

The system, the ruined sect, the disciples he had gathered. The hidden legacies now appearing one after another.

He shook his head lightly. "This world is far too vast..."

His gaze drifted toward the distant night sky beyond the chamber. "Our sect is like a small boat drifting in a raging ocean."

He paused. "A sturdy boat, perhaps...But compared to the ocean..."

"...it is still far too small."

After a moment, his gaze shifted toward the system panel. The remaining points were displayed clearly 2500 Points.

Lin Xiaotian sighed helplessly. "Most of my points are already gone again..."

He had spent a massive amount purchasing cultivation resources, improving the sect, and strengthening the disciples.

Yet the system points always seemed to disappear faster than he could accumulate them. Lin Xiaotian shook his head. "Well... no use thinking about it."

He stood up and walked toward the center of the chamber the Qi Gathering Array was carved into the floor beneath him.

The formation began to glow faintly as he sat down. "Time to cultivate."

Lin Xiaotian slowly closed his eyes as spiritual energy within the chamber immediately began flowing toward him.

The Qi Gathering Array hummed softly. Streams of pure spiritual energy surged through his meridians as he began circulating his cultivation technique.

Outside the chamber, the night remained quiet but deep within the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect...The winds of fate had already begun to stir.