I Become Sect master In Another World

The valley gradually fell silent as the last traces of silver mist drifted between the cliffs. Across the Cloud Peak fleet, disciples remained frozen on their decks, staring toward the silver-white vessel emerging from the darkness. Sword banners fluttered above its hull while faint spiritual light flowed across the ship’s formations. It was unmistakably a Celestial Sword Sect vessel.

Elder Hang stood motionless at the bow of his flagship, his gaze fixed on the approaching ship. The appearance of the vessel should have been reassuring. Instead, it only deepened the unease lingering in his chest. The sequence of events was simply too convenient. A terrifying beast had emerged from the mist and driven the entire fleet into chaos. Moments later, a Celestial Sword Sect vessel appeared from nowhere, destroyed the creature with a single strike, and arrived precisely when help was needed most. Coincidences existed, but Elder Hang had spent too many years managing military logistics to place his faith in coincidences.

A disciple approached from behind and cupped his fists respectfully. "Elder Hang, should we establish contact?"

The elder remained silent for several moments. His eyes never left the distant vessel as he carefully studied every detail visible through the lingering fog. The ship looked authentic. The banners looked authentic.

Even the spiritual fluctuations surrounding it felt consistent with the cultivation methods practiced by the Celestial Sword Sect. Yet none of that answered the question that truly mattered.

Who were they?

Finally, he spoke. "Maintain alert status."

The disciple immediately straightened. "Yes, Elder."

Orders spread across the fleet without delay. Defensive formations continued operating at full strength while disciples quietly tightened their grip on their weapons. The atmosphere aboard the ships became noticeably tense as the distance between the two fleets gradually closed.

The lead vessels eventually came to a stop opposite one another. Neither side made any sudden movements. For a brief moment, only the wind and the distant rumble of thunder filled the silence between them.

Then a figure stepped onto the deck of the Celestial Sword Sect vessel.

He appeared to be an elderly cultivator. Long white hair cascaded over his shoulders, and a neatly maintained beard reached his chest. Deep wrinkles lined his face while age seemed to have left a slight bend in his back.

At first glance, he looked like a scholar who had spent centuries behind scrolls rather than a cultivator who traveled through battlefields. Yet the calmness in his eyes immediately drew Elder Hang’s attention.

The old man stood quietly at the front of the vessel and allowed his gaze to sweep across the Cloud Peak fleet. He did not appear nervous. He did not appear cautious. Instead, he seemed to be calmly assessing the situation.

Then his eyes settled upon Elder Hang.

For the briefest moment, Shaurya’s attention sharpened.

There.

The leader.

The conclusion came almost instantly. None of the surrounding disciples spoke without first glancing toward that man. Even the subtle movements aboard the flagship revealed where authority rested. Years of command had shaped invisible habits that were difficult to hide, and Shaurya had spent enough time dealing with elders, kings, and sect masters to recognize them immediately.

Elder Hang.

The decision-maker.

The man he needed.

A faint smile appeared beneath the old cultivator’s beard before he took a single step forward.

The next moment, his figure vanished.

The reaction aboard the flagship was immediate.

Several disciples drew their weapons instinctively as spiritual energy surged across the deck. Swords left their scabbards in flashes of cold light while formation arrays activated beneath their feet. The atmosphere transformed in an instant, and more than one disciple prepared to attack the moment the stranger reappeared.

The elderly cultivator appeared upon the flagship without warning.

The air distorted briefly near the center of the deck before his figure emerged from the fading spiritual ripples, robes fluttering gently beneath the valley winds. The sudden appearance immediately triggered a reaction from the surrounding disciples. Sword lights flashed from their scabbards as several cultivators stepped forward instinctively, spiritual energy gathering around their weapons while killing intent quietly spread across the command deck.

The old man seemed completely unaffected by the hostility directed toward him.

He neither retreated nor explained himself. Instead, he merely stood where he was, his slightly bent figure appearing almost fragile beneath the flickering stormlight. Yet there was something strangely unsettling about that calmness. Faced with dozens of drawn weapons, he behaved as though none of them posed the slightest threat.

"Elder."

One disciple glanced toward Elder Hang, waiting for permission.

Elder Hang studied the newcomer for a moment before raising his hand slightly.

The disciples immediately halted.

The deck remained tense, but no one attacked.

Only then did the elderly cultivator move.

His wrinkled hand disappeared into his sleeve before emerging with a silver token resting between his fingers. The object wasn’t displayed dramatically. He simply held it out where everyone could see.

The effect was immediate.

Several disciples exchanged surprised glances.

Even Elder Hang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The sword insignia embedded within the token wasn’t carved onto the surface nor painted with spiritual ink. It existed inside the metal itself, woven directly into its spiritual structure. The faint fluctuations radiating from the artifact carried a sharpness unique to the cultivation methods practiced by the Celestial Sword Sect.

An ordinary cultivator might not notice the difference.

Elder Hang did.

The old man slightly cupped his fists.

"This one is Xu Ren."

His voice carried the roughness of age yet remained steady and composed.

"Logistics Department of the Celestial Sword Sect."

The introduction was simple.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

Elder Hang’s gaze lingered on the token for several moments before shifting back to the old man’s face. Everything appeared authentic. The token looked genuine. The spiritual fluctuations matched. Even the bearing of the man standing before him felt consistent with someone who had spent decades handling administrative responsibilities.

Unfortunately, appearances alone had never convinced Elder Hang of anything.

After a brief silence, he returned the greeting with a polite nod.

"Elder Xu, forgive my caution."

The old cultivator smiled faintly.

"In our positions, caution is preferable to regret."

The answer immediately sounded reasonable.

Not defensive.

Not offended.

Reasonable.

Elder Hang remained silent for a moment before speaking again.

"In that case, I trust you won’t mind if I verify your identity."

"Not at all."

The response arrived without the slightest hesitation.

No tightening of the eyes.

No pause.

No sign of discomfort.

If anything, Elder Xu seemed perfectly willing to cooperate.

That confidence alone caused several disciples to relax slightly.

The old man once again reached into his sleeve and removed a scroll sealed with crimson wax. Before he even handed it over, Elder Hang could already sense the spiritual fluctuations emanating from it.

The seal was unusual.

A faint sword intent lingered within the wax itself, circulating continuously through the document like a living thing. The insignia embedded into the center appeared impossibly precise, carrying the unmistakable spiritual signature associated with official Celestial Sword Sect documents.

Elder Hang accepted the scroll and slowly broke the seal.

Around him, the command deck grew quiet.

The disciples stopped whispering.

The wind continued moving through the valley.

Far away, thunder rolled between distant mountains.

Yet all attention remained fixed upon the document unfolding within Elder Hang’s hands.

Elder Hang’s attention remained on the scroll long after he finished reading it.

His thumb brushed lightly across the crimson seal before moving to the signatures beneath. Every mark was examined twice. The authorization codes matched the formatting used by major sects. The deployment order carried the proper departmental registration. Even the spiritual imprint embedded within the document felt stable and authentic.

Around him, the command deck remained quiet.

The Cloud Peak disciples waited patiently while the elderly cultivator stood with his hands tucked into his sleeves, showing neither impatience nor concern.

Several moments later, Elder Hang finally rolled the scroll closed.

"The documentation appears to be in order."

His tone remained courteous.

Measured.

Yet the caution in his eyes had not disappeared.

The old man inclined his head slightly.

"I’m relieved to hear that."

Elder Hang studied him for another moment before speaking again.

"There is, however, one matter I do not understand."

"Then perhaps this old man can help clarify it."

The answer came smoothly.

Almost too smoothly.

Elder Hang folded the scroll and handed it back.

"The Celestial Sword Sect has already deployed personnel to support General Liu Tong’s operation."

The elderly cultivator accepted the document and returned it to his sleeve.

"That is correct."

"If an additional logistics detachment was dispatched, Cloud Peak Sect should have received notification."

Elder Hang’s gaze sharpened slightly.

"We received none."

A faint silence settled over the deck.

Several disciples subtly shifted their attention toward the old man.

The question was reasonable.

More importantly, it was difficult.

If the answer contained even a minor inconsistency, it would immediately stand out.

The old cultivator remained thoughtful for a moment before slowly nodding.

"I see."

His expression suggested he had expected the question.

"Then allow me to ask Elder Hang something in return."

The sudden counter-question caused several brows to rise.

Elder Hang did not object.

"Go ahead."

"When was the last supply report submitted to Liu Tong’s command camp?"

The question arrived without warning.

Elder Hang frowned slightly.

"Three days ago."

"And when was the last emergency requisition request issued?"

This time the answer came more slowly.

"Two days ago."

The old man nodded again.

"Then the situation is exactly as I suspected."

Elder Hang’s eyes narrowed.

"What situation?"

The elderly cultivator sighed and looked toward the dark valley beyond the deck railing.

"The same situation that caused my people to spend the last two days searching for your fleet through storms and mountain routes."

His gaze returned to Elder Hang.

"Supply shortages."

The words immediately drew several reactions.

One disciple exchanged a glance with another.

Another frowned thoughtfully.

Elder Hang remained silent.

The old man continued.

"The forces already attached to Liu Tong’s campaign were sufficient when the operation began."

His voice remained calm and patient, carrying the tone of someone explaining a logistical problem rather than defending himself.

"Then the scale of the campaign increased."

No one interrupted.

"The army grew larger than projected. Consumption exceeded estimates. Supply requests increased. Transport pressure increased. Resource expenditure increased."

He spread his hands slightly.

"And when those reports reached the Celestial Sword Sect, our Sect Master decided additional personnel should be dispatched."

A disciple near Elder Hang spoke before he could stop himself.

"Then why weren’t we informed?"

The old cultivator turned toward him.

"Because we were not informed either."

The disciple blinked.

"What?"

A trace of annoyance finally appeared on the old man’s face.

Not anger.

The irritation of an administrator forced to clean up someone else’s mess.

"This deployment order reached my department less than three days ago."

He tapped the sleeve containing the scroll.

"My people were ordered to move immediately."

Then he looked directly at Elder Hang.

"If Cloud Peak Sect failed to receive notification, that is unfortunate."

A brief pause followed.

"But I assure you, Elder Hang, my department was not consulted on communication procedures. We were simply told to move."

The explanation settled over the deck.

Not perfect.

Not airtight.

But frustratingly believable.

Because everyone present had experienced similar situations before.

Large organizations rarely communicated as efficiently as they claimed.

Elder Hang himself knew that better than most.

The old man sighed again and shook his head.

"Had we known where your fleet was located, we would have joined you days ago."

His gaze swept briefly toward the damaged ships surrounding them.

"And judging by today’s events, that would have been preferable for everyone involved."

The old man let out a quiet breath and shook his head.

"Because we weren’t informed either."

A few of the surrounding disciples exchanged glances.

Elder Hang’s gaze remained fixed on him.

The old cultivator continued calmly.

"Our deployment order arrived three days ago. We were instructed to move immediately after receiving reports that supply consumption had exceeded previous estimates."

His eyes drifted briefly toward the cargo vessels surrounding the flagship.

"The scale of this campaign grew faster than expected. Additional supplies were requested. Additional personnel were requested. Our Sect Master decided to send both."

Everything sounded reasonable.

Which was precisely why Elder Hang disliked it.

Reasonable explanations were often the most dangerous.

"What happened to the notification?" he asked.

The old man spread his hands slightly.

"I would like to know that as well."

A faint smile appeared beneath his white beard.

"Logistics departments are rarely consulted before being blamed."

Several Cloud Peak disciples visibly related to that statement.

Elder Hang ignored them.

"Then how did you locate us?"

"We followed the designated route."

The answer came without hesitation.

"When communication failed, we continued toward the rendezvous point."

His expression hardened slightly.

"Then we encountered the storm."

The old man glanced toward the dark valley behind them.

"And shortly afterward, your fleet."

Elder Hang remained silent for a few moments before reaching into his sleeve.

A communication talisman appeared in his hand.

The moment it emerged, several disciples subtly straightened.

The old cultivator merely watched.

Spiritual energy flowed into the artifact.

Soft blue light spread across its surface.

The formation carved within the talisman awakened.

For an instant, the connection established successfully.

Then the light flickered.

Crackled.

And vanished.

Elder Hang frowned.

The talisman dimmed completely.

He immediately tried again.

Blue light reappeared.

A faint transmission signal formed.

Then the connection abruptly collapsed for a second time.

The silence on the deck became noticeably heavier.

Elder Hang lowered the talisman slightly.

The old cultivator nodded toward it.

"Our situation appears identical."

He reached into his sleeve and produced a communication talisman of his own.

This time, several Cloud Peak disciples unconsciously focused on the artifact.

The design matched the standard model used by major sects.

Nothing appeared unusual.

The old man calmly poured spiritual energy into it.

Light spread across the talisman.

The formation activated.

A faint connection began to form.

For a brief moment, hope appeared in the eyes of several disciples.

Then the signal distorted.

The glow flickered violently.

A sharp buzzing sound echoed from the artifact before the light shattered into scattered sparks.

Silence returned.

The old man examined the darkened talisman for a moment before slipping it back into his sleeve.

"As you can see."

His gaze settled on Elder Hang.

"We have been dealing with the same problem."

Not once during the exchange had his expression changed.

Not once had he rushed to explain himself.

He simply stood there, waiting.

As though the outcome of the test had never concerned him in the first place.

The connection shattered.

The glow surrounding the talisman flickered violently before fading into darkness.

For a few moments, nobody spoke.

The cold wind sweeping through the valley carried away the last traces of spiritual energy while the Cloud Peak disciples exchanged uncertain glances.

Elder Hang looked from the talisman in his hand to the one resting within the old man’s sleeve.

The results had been identical.

The elderly cultivator slipped the communication talisman away and folded his hands behind his back.

"As I mentioned earlier, Elder Hang, we have already spent half a day dealing with the same problem. We attempted long-range communication several times before finally abandoning the effort and searching for your fleet directly."

His tone remained even and unhurried.

There was no frustration in it.

No attempt to persuade.

Only a simple statement of fact.

Elder Hang remained silent.

The old man watched him for a moment before a faint smile appeared beneath his beard.

It wasn’t mocking.

Nor was it angry.

If anything, it looked slightly disappointed.

"Ah. I understand now."

The words drew everyone’s attention.

Elder Hang’s brows knit together slightly.

"What do you understand?"

The old cultivator looked toward the distant Celestial Sword Sect vessel floating beyond the mist-covered valley.

For several moments, he said nothing.

Then he let out a quiet sigh.

"It seems Cloud Peak Sect has little faith in the Celestial Sword Sect."

The atmosphere on the command deck immediately stiffened.

Several disciples instinctively straightened.

One of them opened his mouth to speak before wisely deciding against it.

Elder Hang’s expression shifted.

"Elder Xu, that is not what I said."

"No, it isn’t."

The old man nodded in agreement.

"You have been perfectly polite."

His gaze drifted toward the shattered remains of the beast lying below the cliffs.

"We diverted our route after discovering your situation."

Then toward the damaged formations visible on several transport ships.

"My people entered a storm that most fleets would avoid."

Finally, he looked back at Elder Hang.

"When your convoy was attacked, we intervened immediately."

There was no accusation in his voice.

That somehow made the words feel heavier.

"We destroyed the threat. We provided assistance. We presented our identification, our orders, and our deployment records."

The old man paused briefly.

"Yet here we remain."

The silence that followed felt increasingly uncomfortable.

Several Cloud Peak disciples lowered their eyes.

Even Elder Hang found himself momentarily unable to answer.

The old cultivator merely smiled and waved a hand dismissively.

"Please don’t misunderstand. I am not offended."

For some reason, that made things worse.

"Then..."

Elder Hang chose his words carefully.

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

The old man turned toward the Celestial Sword Sect vessel once more.

"If our presence creates complications, there is a simple solution."

A few nearby disciples frowned.

The old cultivator continued calmly.

"My mission remains unchanged. Your mission remains unchanged. General Liu Tong’s camp is only three hours away."

His gaze swept across the surrounding fleet.

"We can continue independently."

For a few moments, Elder Hang said nothing. His gaze remained fixed on the elderly cultivator standing calmly before him.

The old man had not argued.

He had not protested.

He had not attempted to convince anyone.

Instead, he had simply offered a solution and stepped back.

If Cloud Peak Sect wished to continue together, they could.

If not, the Celestial Sword Sect would proceed on its own.

The simplicity of that response made the situation unexpectedly difficult.

Elder Hang glanced toward the damaged ships scattered throughout the formation before looking at the remains of the creature below.

The Celestial Sword Sect had arrived during the attack. Their documents had passed inspection. Their communication talismans suffered from the same problem as his own.

Most importantly, they were not asking for anything.

If he rejected the Celestial Sword Sect now, he would be distancing himself from cultivators who had apparently saved his fleet, possessed legitimate documentation, carried authentic sect credentials, and had just demonstrated the exact same communication failure affecting Cloud Peak Sect.

More importantly, if he allowed them to depart and something happened afterward, responsibility would fall directly onto him.

The old cultivator seemed completely unconcerned by the dilemma.

He simply inclined his head politely.

"Should you require assistance during the remainder of the journey, Elder Hang need only send word. Otherwise, we shall proceed according to our original orders."

Then he took a step backward.

Not hurriedly.

Not dramatically.

Like a man preparing to leave a conversation that had already reached its conclusion.

And in that moment, Elder Hang finally realized something troubling.

At some point during the discussion, the old man had quietly taken control of it.

A long silence settled across the flagship.

Elder Hang stood motionless near the command platform while the cold wind swept through the valley below. Around him, the Cloud Peak disciples remained equally quiet. No one rushed him. No one attempted to pressure him.

The old cultivator simply waited.

Patiently.

As though the decision belonged entirely to Elder Hang.

Eventually, Elder Hang let out a slow breath.

Then he cupped his fists.

"Elder Xu, I believe there has been a misunderstanding."

The elderly cultivator returned the gesture.

"Oh?"

"My caution was never directed at the Celestial Sword Sect."

Elder Hang shook his head.

"The circumstances were unusual. A responsible commander cannot afford to ignore unusual circumstances."

A faint smile appeared beneath the old man’s white beard.

"That is a quality worth respecting."

The answer eased some of the tension lingering on the deck.

Elder Hang continued, "Furthermore, after what happened in the valley, separating our forces would serve neither of our interests."

The old cultivator listened quietly.

Elder Hang gestured toward the surrounding cargo vessels.

"My responsibility is ensuring these supplies reach General Liu Tong safely. Your responsibility is delivering your personnel and resources to the same destination."

Their objectives were identical.

At least on the surface.

"Since our routes coincide, there is little reason to travel separately."

The old man nodded thoughtfully.

"A practical conclusion."

Elder Hang allowed himself a small smile.

"Practical decisions tend to keep people alive."

For the first time since stepping aboard the flagship, the old cultivator’s expression relaxed noticeably.

"Then let us proceed together."

His gaze swept briefly across the fleet.

"My people will integrate into your formation and assist with escort duties if required."

Elder Hang immediately shook his head.

"That would be appreciated."

The old man inclined his head.

"In that case, we shall not trouble you further."

The atmosphere on the flagship visibly eased.

Several disciples released breaths they hadn’t realized they were holding.

Others quietly lowered their weapons.

Within moments, orders began spreading throughout the fleet.

Formation masters adjusted travel patterns.

Navigation teams recalculated routes.

Signal officers transmitted new movement instructions between vessels.

The Celestial Sword Sect ship was assigned a position near the central convoy, close enough to provide support while remaining within the fleet’s defensive structure.

Everything proceeded naturally.

As though the arrangement had been planned from the beginning.

The old cultivator stepped toward the edge of the deck.

Before leaving, he looked toward Elder Hang one final time.

"Elder Hang."

"Yes?"

"Thank you for exercising caution."

The commander blinked slightly.

The old man smiled.

"In our line of work, carelessness is usually more dangerous than enemies."

Then his figure disappeared.

A ripple of spiritual energy crossed the deck.

The elderly cultivator reappeared aboard the Celestial Sword Sect vessel moments later.

The moment his feet touched the deck, several pairs of eyes locked onto him.

Lu Fang.

Lee Bie.

Cheng Fang.

Elder Hua.

Even Auntie Muo.

None of them spoke immediately.

They had witnessed the entire exchange.

Every question.

Every answer.

Every subtle redirection.

Most importantly—

Every trap.

The elderly cultivator landed softly upon the deck of the Celestial Sword Sect vessel.

No one approached him immediately.

Lu Fang, Lee Bie, Cheng Fang, Elder Hua, and Auntie Muo simply watched as he crossed the deck at an unhurried pace.

The old man supported himself lightly with one hand behind his back. His white beard swayed gently beneath the night wind while loose strands of silver hair drifted across his shoulders. Deep wrinkles remained etched into his face, and the slight stoop in his posture made him appear every bit the seasoned logistics elder he claimed to be.

Nothing changed.

Not his appearance.

Not his mannerisms.

Not even the rhythm of his footsteps.

Anyone observing from the neighboring Cloud Peak vessels would have seen the same Elder Xu Ren who had stood aboard Elder Hang’s flagship only moments earlier.

The old cultivator eventually reached the center of the deck and stopped.

Above them, clouds drifted slowly across the night sky. Ahead, the lights of the Cloud Peak convoy moved steadily through the darkness while the low hum of formation engines echoed between the surrounding mountains.

For a short while, nobody spoke.

The mission team merely stared at him.

Or more specifically—

They stared at the terrifying old man their Sect Master had somehow become.

Eventually, Lee Bie rubbed his face.

"I think I understand how merchants feel after being cheated."

The old cultivator raised an eyebrow.

"Cheated?"

Lee Bie pointed toward the fleet ahead.

"They practically convinced themselves."

Lu Fang nodded vigorously.

"The worst part is that everything you said was true."

"Mostly true," Elder Hua corrected.

"That’s even scarier."

Auntie Muo looked between them.

Then toward the Cloud Peak ships sailing peacefully ahead.

"They still don’t trust us completely."

The old cultivator smiled.

"Of course they don’t."

That answer surprised her.

"You know that?"

"Naturally."

He folded his hands behind his back.

"Elder Hang would be incompetent if he trusted strangers after one conversation."

His gaze settled upon the fleet.

"But trust was never the objective."

The others exchanged looks.

Cheng Fang was the first to understand.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

"We only needed a place inside the convoy."

The old cultivator nodded approvingly.

"Exactly."

Ahead of them, the eight Cloud Peak Sect vessels continued cutting through the night sky.

Three hours away waited Liu Tong’s encampment.

Three hours away waited eight hundred thousand mercenaries.

Three hours away waited the next stage of the game.

And without realizing it, the Cloud Peak Sect had personally escorted the first piece onto the board.

To Be Continued....

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