Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 44: Practice

As he stepped out of the chamber, Lin Xiaotian let out a slow breath, a faint sigh escaping him as he steadied his thoughts, feeling that he had already experienced more than enough surprises for a single day. The matter of Han Leu lingered in his mind, refusing to fade so easily.

Han Leu was no ordinary person, and that much was clear. A low-grade Heaven-tier soul cultivation technique alone was enough to place someone far above common cultivators, and soul techniques themselves were far rarer than ordinary methods.

From this alone, Lin Xiaotian could tell that Han Leu must have once stood among the upper echelons of the continent, perhaps even from the central regions where true monsters gathered. Still, after a brief moment of thought, he dismissed it entirely.

There was no point in guessing at shadows. What mattered was the present.

His divine sense expanded silently, sweeping across the sect like an invisible tide, observing every corner with effortless precision as the states of the disciples revealed themselves one by one.

Most of them had stabilized around the mid tiers of Foundation Establishment, their auras no longer chaotic, and their spiritual qi flowing in steady cycles as they practiced various combat techniques with growing confidence.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he watched them. They were progressing well, and their foundations were finally beginning to show signs of discipline and structure.

But just as that thought settled, his expression shifted slightly. A faint frown formed as his gaze locked onto a particular chamber within the sect.

Inside, Tianhe stood at the center, his body trembling faintly as he struggled to control his transformation, veins surfacing across his skin while his aura fluctuated in unstable waves.

Sweat trickled down his forehead as he clenched his teeth, clearly pushing himself to maintain control, yet not far from him, the scene contrasted sharply.

Miao-Miao lay sprawled lazily nearby, munching on snacks she had clearly acquired from the menial disciples, completely unconcerned with the tense atmosphere in the room.

Without a sound, Lin Xiaotian appeared behind her, his presence completely concealed. He stood there silently, watching, as if observing a particularly amusing scene.

Miao-Miao spoke casually, her tone relaxed and carefree as she tossed another snack into her mouth. "Why practice so much, brother? You’re very talented, and even if you slack a bit like me, you won’t be noticed."

She stretched slightly and continued without concern, "Master should learn that living a carefree life is part of will cultivation... alas, master is so strict..."

Her voice trailed off midway as something felt off. A strange chill crept up her spine, and her movements stiffened as instinct slowly caught up with her.

She turned her head slowly, almost mechanically, like a rusted puppet being forced to move, and what she saw made her entire body freeze in place.

Lin Xiaotian stood behind her, smiling.

A pitiful, forced smile immediately appeared on her face as she asked in a trembling, overly sweet voice, "M-master... since when were you here?"

Lin Xiaotian’s smile deepened slightly, calm yet dangerous, as he replied, "Long enough."

His gaze remained steady, making it clear he had heard everything.

Miao-Miao’s instincts screamed at her to escape. She slowly tried to slip away, inching backward with exaggerated care, hoping to disappear unnoticed.

But before she could move even a step further, space around her froze completely, locking her body in place mid-motion as if the world itself had stopped.

Lin Xiaotian spoke calmly, his tone leaving no room for resistance. "Now... start cultivating, dear Miao-Miao, or you can forget about snacks entirely."

Her expression instantly changed as she puffed her cheeks and protested, "Master, this is bullying..." Her voice carried both grievance and desperation.

Lin Xiaotian sighed lightly, as if disappointed, before speaking again in a casual tone. "Alas... I was planning to take you to the Beast Forest for some rather tasty meat."

He glanced at her faintly before adding, "But I cannot take weak people there." His words were simple, yet they struck directly where it mattered most.

For a brief moment, silence filled the room. Then, almost instantly, Miao-Miao sat upright, her posture straightening as if she had been reborn.

Her expression turned serious as she declared with conviction, "Cultivation is what a cultivator must do diligently, striving against the heavens if one wishes to walk the path of immortality!"

She paused slightly, then added in a much softer voice, "...and food." Her priorities remained clear despite everything.

Lin Xiaotian did not respond to her declaration. Instead, he turned his gaze toward Tianhe and spoke calmly, "Make sure she cultivates."

Then, without waiting for a reply, his figure vanished from the room, leaving behind only a faint ripple in space that quickly disappeared.

Outside, Lin Xiaotian reappeared silently, his expression returning to its usual calm. He let out another quiet sigh as his thoughts settled once more.

He understood what lay beneath Miao-Miao’s behavior. It was not simple laziness, but habit formed from a past where even food had once been a luxury beyond reach.

But even so, she was still a child. And children needed guidance, even if they resisted it at every step.

His gaze steadied slightly as he dismissed the lingering thoughts, pushing aside unnecessary sentiment as he focused once more on what needed to be done.

With a single step, his figure vanished again, teleporting into another chamber within the sect where silence and stillness prevailed.

He sat down calmly, crossing his legs as he centered himself, his breathing steady as his awareness turned inward toward his own cultivation.

He was at the fifth layer of Foundation Establishment. Not weak, but far from enough for what lay ahead.

Reaching into his storage, he took out a movement technique manual, its surface faintly glowing with restrained spiritual intent as it pulsed with subtle energy.

Without delay, he began practicing. His figure flickered slightly as he moved, each step becoming sharper and more precise as the air itself seemed to shift around him.

Gradually, his presence blurred, as if he existed between positions rather than within them, his movements silent, controlled, and increasingly difficult to track with the naked eye.