I Become Sect master In Another World

The first rays of dawn stretched slowly across the eastern horizon as the convoy emerged from the final mountain pass.

Night retreated one ridge at a time.

Soft golden light spilled across the endless plains ahead, washing away the lingering mist that clung stubbornly to the earth. Dew shimmered upon wild grass as the morning breeze swept across the open land, carrying with it the mingled scents of damp soil, burning firewood, forged steel, and freshly prepared food.

The mountains fell behind them.

The world ahead belonged to war.

Far across the plains, an enormous military encampment dominated the landscape.

Thousands upon thousands of tents stretched toward the horizon like an endless sea of dark canvas. Towering watchtowers stood at regular intervals along the outer perimeter, each occupied by heavily armed sentries whose sharp eyes constantly scanned the surrounding countryside. Massive wooden walls reinforced with spiritual formations enclosed the primary camp while countless banners fluttered proudly above the defensive lines.

The crimson wolf insignia of the Black Iron Mercenary Group swayed beneath the morning wind.

Smoke rose steadily from dozens of military kitchens.

The rhythmic clang of blacksmiths echoed from temporary forges.

Supply wagons rolled endlessly between carefully organized storage depots.

Squadrons of mounted scouts departed through the eastern gate while fresh patrols replaced those returning from the night’s watch.

Even before the sun fully rose, the camp already pulsed with relentless activity.

Nothing appeared idle.

Nothing appeared wasted.

Every movement served a purpose.

Every order found an immediate response.

Military discipline permeated the entire encampment.

Upon the lead vessel, Elder Hang rested both hands behind his back as his calm gaze swept across the sprawling fortress.

Several elders stood beside him.

None spoke immediately.

One elder finally exhaled quietly.

"They’ve expanded."

Elder Hang gave a slow nod.

"Nearly twice the size compared to last season."

His eyes moved across several newly constructed supply depots standing beyond the western perimeter.

"They’ve prepared for a long campaign."

Another elder frowned.

"Or a very expensive one."

A few nearby disciples exchanged quiet smiles.

Wars were won by cultivators.

Campaigns were won by accountants.

Nobody liked admitting it.

Everyone knew it.

Farther behind, the remaining vessels gradually slowed as signal lanterns flashed from the flagship.

Formation adjustments.

Arrival protocol.

One after another, the ships shifted into orderly lines before reducing speed together.

No vessel overtook another.

No captain acted independently.

The convoy approached the camp with practiced precision.

Several kilometers away, movement immediately appeared upon the watchtowers.

A young Black Iron sentry lowered the viewing artifact from his eyes before turning toward the officer standing beside him.

"Convoy approaching."

The officer accepted the artifact without another word.

His spiritual energy flowed into the formation engraved upon its surface.

The distant vessels immediately became remarkably clear.

Cloud Peak Sect banners.

Supply vessels.

Escort ships.

Formation signatures.

His gaze paused briefly upon the silver-white vessel sailing calmly near the middle of the convoy.

The sword-shaped banners fluttering above its deck immediately caught his attention.

His brows lifted slightly.

"Celestial Sword Sect."

Another sentry leaned closer.

"The reinforcements?"

"It appears so."

The officer lowered the artifact.

"Ring the second bell."

A bronze bell suspended beneath the watchtower roof echoed across the plains.

Its deep sound spread rapidly through the outer defensive lines.

Almost immediately, soldiers stationed along the main gate began moving.

Heavy defensive formations awakened beneath the enormous wooden gates.

Rows of armored mercenaries assembled with practiced efficiency.

Crossbow teams occupied elevated platforms.

Formation masters activated identification arrays extending across the entrance road.

None of it appeared rushed.

Everything had clearly been rehearsed countless times before.

Within minutes, the convoy reached the outer perimeter.

The lead vessel descended gradually before settling upon the reinforced docking platform constructed beside the main supply entrance.

One after another, the remaining ships followed.

Spiritual anchors extended from the hulls, securing every vessel firmly in place.

The enormous gates remained closed.

Several moments later, they slowly began opening inward.

A group of nearly fifty armored soldiers emerged in disciplined formation.

Every man wore dark steel armor engraved with the crimson wolf emblem.

Spirit spears rested firmly in their hands.

Their expressions remained completely unreadable.

Leading them was a broad-shouldered captain whose scarred face suggested he had survived more battles than most cultivators cared to imagine.

He stopped several meters before Elder Hang’s flagship.

Then cupped both fists respectfully.

"Black Iron Mercenary Group."

"Third Defensive Battalion."

"Captain Zhou Liang."

His deep voice carried easily across the docking platform.

"Welcome back, Elder Hang."

Elder Hang stepped down from the flagship with the same composed dignity he displayed everywhere else.

The surrounding soldiers immediately bowed.

"Captain Zhou."

The commander returned the greeting with a slight nod.

"I trust the camp remained peaceful."

The scarred captain smiled faintly.

"As peaceful as three hundred thousand armed cultivators can be."

Several nearby soldiers allowed themselves restrained smiles.

Even Elder Hang’s expression softened slightly.

"I’ll consider that encouraging."

Captain Zhou gestured toward the formation arrays surrounding the entrance.

"Standard inspection procedures."

"Naturally."

The commander’s reply came without hesitation.

He understood military protocol better than anyone present.

Orders were orders.

Reputation changed nothing.

The captain raised one hand.

Immediately, dozens of formation specialists stepped forward carrying jade formation discs.

Brilliant streams of spiritual light spread across the docking platforms.

Identification arrays activated simultaneously.

One vessel after another underwent inspection.

Identity tokens.

Cargo manifests.

Formation registrations.

Transportation permits.

Warehouse inventories.

Every document received careful verification.

Several disciples quietly waited while soldiers compared jade slips against official military records.

No one complained.

The process continued with calm efficiency.

Nearly half an hour passed before the inspection reached the silver-white vessel bearing the banners of the Celestial Sword Sect.

Captain Zhou personally approached.

His eyes briefly swept across the elegant vessel before stopping upon the elderly man standing calmly near the boarding platform.

Shaurya, disguised as Elder Xu Ren, stepped forward with measured composure.

He cupped both fists politely.

"This humble one greets Captain Zhou."

The captain returned the greeting with equal courtesy.

"Elder."

His gaze shifted toward the sword insignia embroidered across the robes before extending both hands.

"Routine verification."

Without the slightest hesitation, Shaurya produced the identity token together with several jade documents.

Captain Zhou accepted them respectfully.

The moment spiritual energy entered the token, the engraved sword emblem released a clear silver radiance.

The surrounding formation array immediately responded.

Lines of glowing characters floated into the air.

Identity Confirmed.

Celestial Sword Sect.

Logistics Elder — Xu Ren.

One by one, the accompanying authorization seals appeared beside it.

Military deployment approval.

Expedition assignment.

Strategic logistics authorization.

Every verification mark aligned perfectly.

The captain examined each document carefully before handing everything back with both hands.

"My apologies for the delay, Elder Xu."

Shaurya accepted the token with a gentle smile.

"The Captain is merely performing his duty."

Captain Zhou inclined his head slightly.

"Thank you for your understanding."

Around them, several younger soldiers glanced curiously toward the silver-white vessel.

Although they maintained strict discipline, the reputation of the Celestial Sword Sect naturally inspired respect.

Very few people from one of the Six Great Sects ever appeared personally within military encampments.

Even fewer arrived as part of a logistics expedition.

The final inspection concluded smoothly.

Captain Zhou turned toward one of the nearby officers.

"The convoy has been verified."

The officer immediately activated another communication talisman.

Crimson light shot toward the command district at the center of the camp.

Only moments later...

A familiar figure appeared in the distance.

Elder Hang noticed him first.

Several nearby officers immediately straightened.

The surrounding soldiers instinctively lowered their heads.

The atmosphere changed almost imperceptibly.

Someone important had arrived.

Far beyond the opened gates, a tall man dressed in crimson robes walked toward the docking platform with slow, confident steps, accompanied by several officers whose expressions carried unmistakable respect.

The faint smile upon Elder Hang’s face deepened slightly.

"Commander Liu."

Shaurya’s calm gaze settled upon the approaching figure.

Without changing his expression, he quietly observed every movement.

At last...

The first meeting had arrived.

The soldiers standing along the docking platform instinctively straightened as the approaching figure drew closer.

The quiet murmur surrounding the convoy gradually faded until only the fluttering of banners and the distant sounds of the military camp remained. Even the Black Iron mercenaries who had spent years beneath countless commanders unconsciously lowered their voices.

Respect did not always require words.

Sometimes presence alone was enough.

Liu Tong crossed the final stretch of the platform with measured confidence, his crimson robes shifting lazily beneath the morning breeze. Gold embroidery traced the sleeves of his garments while a black fur mantle rested loosely across one shoulder. Every movement carried effortless authority, the sort possessed only by someone accustomed to giving orders that decided the lives of thousands.

Several officers followed half a step behind him.

None dared walk beside him.

Elder Hang stepped forward first.

He cupped his fists.

"Commander Liu."

A broad smile spread across Liu Tong’s face.

"Elder Hang."

Without the slightest hesitation, he closed the remaining distance and grasped Elder Hang’s forearm in greeting.

"It has been too long."

"Three months."

"Has it?"

Liu Tong chuckled.

"Campaigns distort time."

"They usually do."

The two men exchanged a brief smile before Liu Tong’s gaze shifted toward the convoy behind Elder Hang.

His eyes swept across the Cloud Peak Sect vessels with practiced efficiency.

The escort ships.

The supply barges.

The formation arrays.

Nothing seemed capable of holding his attention for long.

Then...

His eyes settled upon the silver-white vessel anchored near the center of the formation.

The embroidered sword banners fluttered proudly beneath the morning sun.

His brows rose ever so slightly.

"So."

He glanced back toward Elder Hang.

"The replacement finally arrived."

Elder Hang nodded.

"They reached us during the storm."

"I heard."

Liu Tong’s expression remained relaxed.

"The previous Celestial Sword Sect logistics team departed yesterday morning. They informed me another fleet had already been dispatched."

His gaze lingered upon the silver-white vessel for another moment before he began walking toward it.

"Let’s meet them."

The officers immediately followed.

Elder Hang quietly matched Liu Tong’s pace.

Upon the deck of the silver-white vessel, Shaurya watched the commander approach without allowing the slightest fluctuation to appear upon his face.

Behind him, Lu Fang stood with his hands folded inside his sleeves.

Lee Bie remained beside several supply crates.

Auntie Muo calmly adjusted the sleeves of her robe.

Elder Hua lowered the jade ledger he had been reviewing.

Every member of the disguised Sanatan Flame Sect silently assumed the posture expected from visiting logistics personnel.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

The boarding bridge settled into place with a muted metallic sound.

Liu Tong stepped onto the vessel first.

His boots struck the polished deck with slow, deliberate rhythm.

His sharp eyes casually wandered across the surroundings.

The organization.

The storage layout.

The disciplined crew.

Nothing escaped his notice.

Shaurya stepped forward before the commander reached him.

Both hands cupped respectfully.

"This humble one greets Commander Liu."

Liu Tong stopped several steps away.

For several moments...

He simply looked at him.

Not with suspicion.

With evaluation.

His gaze traveled from the old man’s weathered face to the sword embroidered upon his robes, then toward the identity token hanging from his waist.

Finally...

A faint smile appeared.

"So."

"You are the logistics elder the Celestial Sword Sect sent to replace the previous team."

Shaurya lowered his head slightly.

"Yes, Commander."

"This humble one is Xu Ren, a logistics elder serving under the Inner Affairs Division."

Liu Tong slowly nodded.

"Xu Ren..."

He repeated the name quietly, as though searching through old memories.

A few seconds passed.

Then he smiled again.

"Strange."

"I’ve visited the Celestial Sword Sect more than once."

His eyes rested calmly upon Shaurya.

"I don’t remember seeing you."

Silence settled briefly across the deck.

Several nearby disciples instinctively looked toward Elder Xu.

Even Elder Hang observed the exchange carefully.

Shaurya merely smiled modestly.

"That is only natural."

Liu Tong waited.

Shaurya bowed his head another fraction.

"This humble one spends nearly all his time among warehouses, manifests, and supply records."

A self-deprecating chuckle escaped him.

"A lowly logistics elder like myself is hardly worthy of entering the Commander’s notice."

For a heartbeat...

Nobody spoke.

Then Liu Tong laughed.

A loud, hearty laugh echoed across the deck.

"Hahaha!"

"I like that answer."

He took another step forward.

"At least you know your place."

Without warning...

His right hand landed heavily upon Shaurya’s shoulder.

The smile never left Liu Tong’s face.

Neither did the warmth in his voice.

Yet beneath that casual gesture...

An overwhelming surge of spiritual pressure descended.

The wooden planks beneath Shaurya’s feet groaned softly.

Invisible force crashed downward like a collapsing mountain.

The surrounding air became noticeably heavier.

Nearby disciples instinctively stopped breathing.

Shaurya’s body trembled.

Not because he lacked the strength to resist.

Because Elder Xu Ren lacked the strength to resist.

His breathing immediately became uneven.

His shoulders sank.

His knees bent under the invisible weight.

Tiny beads of sweat gradually formed across his forehead.

Even his walking stick shifted half an inch against the deck as though struggling to support his body.

He lowered himself another fraction.

"This..."

His voice came out strained.

"...this humble one..."

He inhaled with obvious difficulty.

"...asks the Commander... to forgive his weakness..."

Another wave of pressure descended.

The surrounding crew watched silently.

Lu Fang’s fingers slowly curled into fists inside his sleeves.

The veins across the back of his hands gradually surfaced.

Lee Bie lowered his head before anyone noticed the murderous intent flashing through his eyes.

Auntie Muo bit the inside of her cheek hard enough to taste blood.

Elder Hua quietly adjusted his breathing.

Every instinct screamed at them to act.

Every instinct demanded they protect their Sect Master.

Yet nobody moved.

Not one step.

Not one inch.

Because Shaurya had already given the order before they entered the camp.

No matter what happens... nobody acts without permission.

Shaurya’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.

He forced another respectful bow despite the crushing weight pressing upon his shoulders.

"The Commander’s cultivation..."

He paused as though struggling merely to remain standing.

"...is far beyond... someone like myself..."

"I have... embarrassed the Celestial Sword Sect..."

"My apologies..."

Liu Tong stared at him for several silent moments.

Then...

The pressure disappeared completely.

Shaurya staggered half a step before immediately steadying himself with his walking stick.

He remained bowed.

Never once looking directly into Liu Tong’s eyes.

The commander burst into laughter again.

"Hahaha!"

"Good."

He gave Shaurya’s shoulder two light pats.

"I like your attitude."

His smile widened.

"A man should understand both his own capabilities..."

He leaned slightly closer.

"...and the people he cannot afford to offend."

Shaurya lowered his head respectfully.

"This humble one will remember the Commander’s guidance."

"Excellent."

Liu Tong turned away as though the conversation had already lost his interest.

"Work well."

"The Black Iron Mercenary Group rewards competence."

He took several steps before casually adding without looking back,

"And continue knowing your place."

Several officers laughed politely behind him.

Liu Tong never slowed his pace.

He stepped off the silver-white vessel and continued toward the remaining convoy as though nothing unusual had happened.

Only Elder Hang remained standing where he was.

His eyes rested quietly upon Elder Xu Ren.

The old logistics elder still appeared slightly pale.

His breathing had not yet completely recovered.

Even now, one hand remained firmly wrapped around the walking stick supporting his weight.

There wasn’t the slightest hint of resentment upon his face.

Only relief.

Relief that the encounter had ended peacefully.

Elder Hang watched him for another long moment before silently turning to follow Liu Tong.

Behind Elder Xu...

Lu Fang finally released the breath he had been holding.

His fists slowly unclenched.

The wooden railing beside Lee Bie bore several fresh finger marks.

Auntie Muo quietly closed her eyes.

Nobody spoke.

Not while soldiers still surrounded the vessel.

Not while Liu Tong remained within sight.

But every member of the Sanatan Flame Sect understood the same thing.

The first battle inside the Black Iron camp...

Had already begun.

The military camp quickly swallowed the moment.

Only Elder Hang slowed his pace.

His gaze lingered briefly upon the silver-white vessel before he caught up with Liu Tong.

The commander noticed immediately.

"You’ve been unusually quiet."

Elder Hang folded both hands behind his back.

"I’ve been thinking."

Liu Tong smiled faintly.

"That usually means someone is about to receive extra paperwork."

"It usually does."

A nearby officer chuckled quietly before wisely pretending he hadn’t.

The two men continued walking through the broad avenue leading deeper into the encampment.

Rows of soldiers marched past them in disciplined formation while supply workers pushed heavily loaded carts toward nearby warehouses. Stable masters guided spirit beasts toward feeding stations as formation masters inspected defensive arrays surrounding the command district.

The camp had completely awakened.

Everywhere they looked, people worked.

Liu Tong accepted a report from one of his officers without breaking stride. His eyes briefly scanned the jade slip before tossing it back.

"Approved."

The officer immediately bowed.

"Yes, Commander."

Only after the man departed did Elder Hang finally speak again.

"The Celestial Sword Sect replacement."

Liu Tong glanced sideways.

"What about them?"

"You already knew they were coming."

The commander looked almost amused.

"I did."

Elder Hang’s brows drew together slightly.

"They never mentioned that during yesterday’s discussions."

"They probably hadn’t received the order yet."

Liu Tong stepped around a group of engineers transporting formation pillars before continuing.

"Yesterday morning the previous Celestial Sword Sect logistics team requested an audience."

"They presented an official strategic directive from their sect."

"They informed me another logistics fleet had already departed headquarters."

"Their own mission had been revised."

Elder Hang listened silently.

"The paperwork was flawless."

Liu Tong shrugged casually.

"Strategic deployments change all the time."

"The old team transferred every warehouse, every inventory record, and every supply route before leaving."

"They were gone before sunset."

The commander glanced toward Elder Hang.

"I assumed you’d already met their replacements."

"We did."

"And?"

"They joined us during the storm."

Liu Tong nodded.

"Then the timing matches."

Silence settled between them once more.

The two continued walking beneath rows of fluttering military banners.

For the first time in several days...

Elder Hang felt the final loose thread quietly disappear.

Every question that had troubled him now possessed an answer.

The previous Celestial Sword Sect team had expected the replacements.

Liu Tong had expected the replacements.

The military records expected the replacements.

Every document agreed.

Every timeline aligned.

Even Elder Xu’s conduct remained exactly what one would expect from a lifelong logistics administrator.

There was no hidden inconsistency.

No overlooked contradiction.

His suspicion, built carefully over several days, quietly dissolved beneath the weight of ordinary facts.

Liu Tong noticed the thoughtful expression beside him.

"You were suspicious of them."

It wasn’t phrased as a question.

Elder Hang answered honestly.

"I was."

"And now?"

The old commander looked toward the bustling supply district where hundreds of workers organized the morning’s deliveries.

"I no longer believe they’re infiltrators."

Liu Tong smiled.

"I never did."

"You didn’t investigate them."

"I investigated their paperwork."

The commander folded his arms.

"When paperwork survives my administration, I stop worrying."

Elder Hang almost smiled.

"I preferred investigating the people."

"And?"

"I found a logistics elder."

Liu Tong laughed softly.

"Imagine my surprise."

The older cultivator shook his head.

"I questioned him repeatedly."

"I inspected his vessel."

"I challenged his methods."

"And every answer was practical."

Liu Tong looked genuinely interested.

"So he’s competent."

"Very."

The commander nodded thoughtfully.

"Good."

"I prefer competent allies."

They reached the central crossroads of the encampment where several officers separated to carry out new orders.

Liu Tong stopped briefly before turning toward Elder Hang.

"Have the newcomers been assigned quarters?"

"They’re being escorted now."

"Excellent."

He adjusted the cuffs of his crimson robe.

"The campaign begins accelerating tomorrow."

"I don’t want guests wandering through restricted areas."

"I’ll inform them."

Liu Tong nodded once before heading toward the command pavilion.

Elder Hang watched him disappear inside.

For several moments he remained where he stood.

Then his gaze slowly drifted toward the western section of the camp where the silver-white vessel had been docked.

A quiet breath escaped him.

"I owe Elder Xu an apology."

The words were barely louder than a whisper.

Not because Elder Xu had demanded one.

Because the old commander knew he had judged him unfairly.

Meanwhile...

Several Black Iron soldiers escorted Shaurya’s group through the enormous encampment.

The assigned residence stood near the eastern logistics district, not far from several warehouse complexes and temporary storage yards. Although described as a "temporary tent," the structure was considerably larger than ordinary military accommodations.

Several smaller tents surrounded it.

Supply carts stood neatly beside stacked wooden crates.

Water barrels had already been delivered.

Even the Celestial Sword Sect banner had been raised outside.

The escort captain stopped before the entrance.

"This area has been reserved for the Celestial Sword Sect."

He handed over a jade token.

"The token grants access to the surrounding logistics district."

"Restricted military zones remain off limits unless accompanied by an officer."

Shaurya accepted it politely.

"Thank you."

"If additional supplies are required, inform the quartermaster."

"We shall."

The captain cupped his fists before departing with the rest of the escort.

Only after the soldiers disappeared around the nearest warehouse did Elder Hua quietly lower the entrance curtain.

Silence filled the tent.

For exactly three heartbeats.

Then—

A loud crack echoed through the room.

Lu Fang’s fist smashed directly into a heavy wooden table.

The thick surface split down the middle before collapsing onto the ground.

His breathing had become noticeably heavier.

"That bastard..."

Lee Bie’s jaw tightened.

"He dared..."

Auntie Muo’s usually gentle expression had completely vanished.

"The moment he placed his hand on Master..."

Her voice stopped.

Not because she lacked words.

Because she feared the ones she wanted to say.

Several disciples openly radiated killing intent.

The temperature inside the tent seemed to fall.

Even Elder Hua’s normally calm eyes carried unmistakable fury.

Only one person remained completely composed.

Shaurya quietly poured himself a cup of tea.

He took one sip.

Set the cup down.

Then calmly looked around the tent.

"Finished?"

Nobody answered.

His voice remained even.

"If not..."

"You may continue."

The disciples exchanged glances.

Their anger remained.

But none of them spoke.

Shaurya folded both hands behind his back.

"Our mission."

He looked at each of them in turn.

"Has not changed."

"He insulted you."

Lu Fang’s voice was hoarse with restrained rage.

"He humiliated you in front of everyone."

Shaurya nodded once.

"He did."

"And we’re doing nothing?"

"We’re doing exactly what we came here to do."

His gaze hardened slightly.

"If we kill Liu Tong today..."

He pointed toward the tent wall.

"What happens outside?"

Nobody answered.

"The Black Iron Mercenary Group fights."

"The Cloud Peak Sect is forced into battle."

"The nearby cities become battlefields."

"Civilians die."

The silence grew heavier.

Shaurya continued.

"Our purpose was never revenge."

"It was prevention."

He looked toward the entrance where sunlight filtered faintly through the fabric.

"I can kill one man."

He slowly closed his hand into a fist.

"The difficult part..."

"...is saving everyone standing behind him."

The tent remained wrapped in silence.

Not the comfortable kind.

The heavy kind that lingered after tempers had been forced back behind clenched teeth.

To Be Continued...

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