Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 6: Miscalculation

Lin Xiaotian exhaled slowly and opened his eyes. Peak Qi Transformation.

For a brief moment, he simply sat there, feeling the spiritual energy coursing through his meridians. His qi was dense, refined, and far purer than before. Compared to his former Seventh Layer Qi Refining self, the difference was like heaven and earth.

A grin tugged at his lips then he checked his resources every pill completely exhausted.

He asked the system for the time. and found out only one month has passed

He blinked only one month a dry laugh escaped his throat. "It seems I underestimated the formations of the sect and the system’s resources."

He shook his head. "With this kind of support, even a dog could ascend."

Rising from the platform, he extended his spiritual perception across the sect grounds. Within his territory, his senses were absolute.

The disciples were scattered across their respective cultivation chambers. Most of them had exhausted the resources he sent. Their auras were stable strong. Nearly all had reached the late stage of Qi Condensation, hovering around the Eighth or Ninth Layer.

For ordinary cultivators, that level in a single month would be absurd.

Then his perception shifted to Yan Feng and his eyes narrowed that fellow’s spiritual energy was the most robust among them. Calm, Steady and Suppressed but immense.

Peak Qi Transformation not only that faint traces of comprehension flickered around him. He had already begun grasping the Heaven-tier cultivation art.

Lin sighed faintly. "It seems he has the most trash-tier talent after all."

There wasn’t a hint of jealousy in his words as he thought alas the plans would need to change

In a flash, Lin Xiaotian vanished from his chamber and appeared in the Main Hall.

With a casual sweep of his sleeve, space rippled. One by one, the disciples were teleported into the hall.

They landed lightly and immediately bowed. "Greetings, Sect Master!"

Lin stood before them, hands clasped behind his back, robes flowing with restrained authority.

"You have all performed well," he said calmly. "Your progress has exceeded expectations."

Excitement flickered across their faces. "For the next two months," he continued, "you will venture into the Beast Forest for training."

A ripple passed through the group tension mixed with anticipation. "This will be preparation for the upcoming competition."

His gaze sharpened slightly. "You have one hour to prepare."

They bowed once more before dispersing quickly. The moment they left, Lin turned and stepped into the armory.

The vast chamber shimmered with restrained killing intent. Even the lowest-grade weapons here were Xuan-tier, Top Grade treasures normally reserved for Core Formation elders in ordinary sects.

Weapon tiers were clearly divided:

Mortal → Xuan → Earth → Saint → HeavenAnd beyond those, only legends remained.

Lin walked past rows of weapons, selecting with calm efficiency. Thirty in for each type. Swords, Blades, Spears, Halberds, Bows etc.

Each one Xuan-tier, Top Grade. With a wave of his hand, the weapons vanished, reappearing in neat rows inside the Main Hall.

When the disciples returned, they halted mid-step their eyes widened as the air itself felt sharp from the condensed weapon aura.

Lin spoke evenly. "As disciples of a supreme sect, it is only natural that you are properly equipped." he continued "Choose a weapon."

For a moment, no one moved then someone stepped forward hesitantly and lifted a sword. The moment he sensed its grade, his hands trembled. "Xuan-tier... Top Grade"

Whispers erupted. These were treasures that smaller sects would guard with their lives. And here, they were being handed out like ceremonial gifts.

Yan Feng’s fingers brushed the hilt of a blade. His expression was calm, but his grip tightened subtly.

Lin Xiaotian watched their reactions and allowed himself a small inward smirk. Now you understand you have joined no ordinary sect.

Lin Xiaotian’s gaze swept across the hall as the disciples clutched their newly acquired Xuan-tier weapons, hands still trembling from disbelief.

A faint, almost imperceptible curve formed at the corner of his lips. As for betrayal... or running away?

He wasn’t worried at all first they wouldn’t dare. Not after witnessing the sect’s foundation. Not after receiving Heaven-tier techniques and Core-Formation-grade weapons like common gifts. Only a fool would abandon such fortune.

Second even if one of them lost their mind and attempted it his eyes turned faintly colder.

Each weapon bore a hidden imprint. The moment it left sect territory without permission, it would be recalled instantly.

And the bearer? The imprint was not merely a locator It was bound to the sect’s formation.

Should a disciple betray the sect and flee with its resources, the backlash would activate automatically. Their cultivation would collapse on the spot meridians shattered, foundation abolished.

From cultivator to cripple and not just spiritually but their physical vitality would be erased as well.

A fate worse than death for any cultivator Lin Xiaotian did not announce this aloud there was no need.

The sect did not operate on trust alone it operated on absolute control. Within these grounds, he was sovereign.

And sovereignty required insurance. He looked at the disciples one last time, their faces filled with awe and gratitude.

Yes, you have been blessed but remember Blessings and consequences walk hand in hand.

Lin Xiaotian’s thoughts drifted toward the sect dock. Warships, Flying vessels and massive spirit-powered crafts capable of crossing continents and leveling battlefields.

His eyes flickered slightly if he could activate even the lowest-grade one, he could simply fly above the Beast Forest and bombard it into submission.

Foundation beasts? Core Formation beasts? Erase them all from the sky.

Unfortunately, Even the lowest-grade warship required at least a Golden Core cultivator or several Core Formation masters working in coordination just to steer.

And all they had were just Qi transformation ants. "Alas." he sighed in regret

Dreams were one thing and Reality was another. He turned and with a sweep of his sleeve teleported all the disciples to the sect gate.

They landed in formation, each already armed. Spiritual mist rolled gently across the massive stone stairs, sunlight catching the edges of their weapons.

His gaze swept over them then paused. Ciao Xiaoshan. The fifteen-year-old with the hidden physique.

Lin’s mouth twitched faintly. Out of all the weapons available, the boy had chosen the one Lin had specifically selected for him a three-meter-long halberd.

It was technically Xuan-tier Top Grade. But in truth, its craftsmanship and material quality bordered on semi–Earth Grade.

The weapon looked almost absurd in the hands of a fifteen-year-old. Yet Xiaoshan held it naturally, as if it belonged there.

Hidden physique indeed. Lin suppressed the slight satisfaction in his chest and retrieved the Beast Forest map from his storage ring.

As soon as he unfolded it his expression darkened the distance was just too much