Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 46: Deep in the Forest

Lin Xiaotian sat lazily on the captain’s chair while Han Leu controlled the flying ship, one leg slightly over the other as if he were on a leisure trip rather than heading into the Beast Forest; the ship cut through the air with sharp precision, its runes glowing faintly as it moved, reaching the outer regions far quicker than expected.

Unlike before, this time they followed the common route, passing above scattered groups of cultivators who were either hunting or resting; as the massive ship entered the Beast Forest’s airspace, many below instinctively looked up, their expressions changing the moment they saw it.

The ship’s body gleamed under the light, and across its side the name shone clearly Celestial Origin Supreme Sect causing a ripple of reactions among the onlookers.

Some were left stunned, silently staring as the ship passed overhead like a moving fortress, while others scoffed, their lips curling in disdain at such a grand and arrogant name; a few even whispered among themselves, clearly not taking it seriously.

Yet before any real discussion could begin, the ship had already flown far ahead, disappearing deeper into the forest like a streak of light.

Far from their sight, another ship moved along a different route, forcefully pushing forward as it tried to keep up.

Yan Chuan stood at the front, his robes fluttering slightly in the wind as his expression darkened, "How is it so fast" he muttered, irritation and greed mixing in his eyes, "there is definitely something strange about that sect... we need everything they have.

"Whatever they’re hiding... it’s not small"

Behind him, Yan Haitian controlled the ship, his face tense as he poured in spiritual qi while continuously feeding spirit stones into the array; the strain was evident as the ship struggled to maintain speed. "This is not sustainable," he said through clenched teeth, "at this rate we will burn through our reserves before even catching them."

Yan Chuan did not respond immediately, his gaze fixed forward, but his expression grew colder.

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Inside the ship, Han Leu briefly adjusted the control array before glancing toward Lin Xiaotian, "Where do you want us to head, Sect Master."

Lin Xiaotian leaned back slightly deeper into his seat, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest, "You know this forest far better than I do take us somewhere suitable. "He paused for a moment before adding, "Somewhere with an abundance of high-level Foundation Establishment and low-level Core Formation beasts."

They are no common cultivators after all even if with these weapons and techniques they can’t face beasts few realms higher they should just smash their heads in tofu.

Han Leu’s gaze shifted forward as he began recalling the terrain, his expression turning thoughtful as he navigated through the possibilities; after a brief silence, he spoke, "If that is the case... around a hundred miles to the northeast, there is a large wolf tribe. "He slowed the ship slightly as he continued, "The territory is stable and dense with prey, but"

He paused briefly before finishing, "Its leader is at mid or high tier Core Formation, and the rest range from Foundation Establishment to low level Core Formation."

The disciples nearby, who had been quietly listening, subconsciously straightened, the weight of those words settling on them.

Lin Xiaotian opened his eyes slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips. "Good," he said without hesitation, "that will do."

Hearing this, Han Leu gave a faint smile and rotated the ship toward the far right, aligning its direction before steadily increasing its speed; the runes along the hull flickered as the ship adjusted course and began cutting through the forest skies with precision.

As they moved deeper, the forest below grew denser, ancient trees stretching high with thick canopies that blocked most of the light; yet despite their presence, no low-level flying beasts dared approach.

For them, such ships were not prey, nor competition they were omens of death, something that only powerful cultivators commanded, and instinct alone kept them far away.

Occasionally, shadows flickered far below as beasts moved through the undergrowth, but none rose toward the sky; even the usual territorial cries were absent, as if the forest itself had chosen silence

in the presence of something it did not wish to provoke. Smart... at least the beasts here know when to stay alive.

The ship continued forward without obstruction, its speed steady and unchallenged as the terrain beneath gradually began to change.

The dense forest started to thin out, replaced by a vast stretch of uneven land filled with low ridges, scattered rocky outcrops, and wide-open clearings; patches of dry grass spread across the ground, swaying faintly in the wind, while clusters of twisted trees stood at irregular distances, their roots exposed like claws gripping the earth.

A shallow valley stretched across the region, forming natural pathways between the ridges, with multiple narrow trails winding through it perfect for movement, perfect for hunting.

The terrain was open enough for speed yet broken enough to provide cover with ambush points present everywhere.

Scattered across the area were small caves and hollowed rock formations, some half-hidden behind overgrowth, others blending into the terrain so naturally that they were almost impossible to notice from afar; faint claw marks could be seen on certain stones, and the ground bore signs of repeated movement, as if something had claimed this place long ago.

The air itself felt different here sharp, tense, filled with a faint lingering scent of blood and dominance.

Han Leu slowed the ship slightly as he looked down, "We’ve arrived," he said calmly, his gaze scanning the land below, "this is the territory of the wolf tribe."

Below them, movement could already be seen.

Figures low, fast, coordinated slipped through the grass and shadows, their presence barely visible unless one looked carefully. And deeper within the valley... something heavier stirred.

Lin Xiaotian leaned slightly forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing with interest. "Good," he murmured, a faint smile forming, "this place... suits them."

And it will be perfect to teach them He thought while looking at the disciples.

And just then a low, chilling howl rang through the area, echoing across the ridges and valleys like a warning carried by the wind. These beasts were the first ones who dared to warn.