I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 146: THE WEIGHT OF TITANS
The chimera's corpse was still smoking.
Heat shimmered faintly from the caved-in ribcage. Its broken heads lay twisted at unnatural angles, lifeless eyes staring into nothing.
And there—
just a few steps in front of it—
Shaurya stood.
Golden aura fading off his knuckles like dying sparks. His breath steady. His heartbeat calm. His gaze lifted toward the black throne floating across the giant valley-hall. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮
Shadow Blade An Ning had risen from his seat.
Long black robes rippled around his frame, as if stirred by invisible winds. His cold grey eyes narrowed—not in anger, but in a growing, undeniable interest.
Their gazes locked.
A silent collision of two powerhouses:
Shaurya—
Nascent Soul Level 11, battle-hardened, aura sharp and refined.
An Ning—
ancient master, Spirit Lord Level 3, pressure heavy enough to bend reality around him.
The silence was thick.
Not the peaceful kind.
The kind before a storm.
The kind that made the world hold its breath.
Behind Shaurya… chaos ended.
Roars faded.
Beast cries cut off.
One final sound echoed—
CRUNCH—!!
Wang Tian ripped the head off a stone-armored boar-like beast, tossing it aside like trash. The dead creature thudded to the ground, kicking up dust.
His eyes—half-awakened from anger moments ago—looked ahead.
His expression shifted when he saw the two figures facing each other.
"…So it's happening already," he muttered with a grin.
Not far away—
BOOOM—!!
Another beast exploded as Luo Chen crushed its skull under his boot, spine bending like wet clay.
He wiped blood off his blade, annoyed.
"What the hell are you staring at?"
Wang Tian jerked his chin toward the other end of the valley.
Luo Chen followed his gaze—
His eyes widened.
"Oh."
A slow grin spread across his face.
"Ohhh… now THAT looks fun."
They didn't rush toward the fight.
Instead—
They turned around and walked back toward the protective dome Elder Wan had set for the sect.
Inside the dome—
Muo Qian looked up first.
"Oh? They're done already?"
Su Quan smiled faintly.
She didn't ask questions.
She simply poured tea into two steaming cups.
As Wang Tian walked inside the formation, Muo Qian immediately offered him a cup, her eyes soft.
He accepted it, smirk tugging his lips.
Luo Chen stepped inside and Su Quan handed him his own cup, both sharing a small nod of mutual respect and something called Love.
The two warriors sat down, stretching sore shoulders, the air of tired satisfaction around them.
As if they had just returned from training.
Not a war.
The three sects inside the formation truly looked like they were on a picnic.
Meanwhile… at the heart of the valley…
Shaurya and An Ning faced one another in the open.
An Ning finally broke the silence.
"Young man…"
His voice carried effortlessly across the vast space. Smooth. Calm. Dripping with an ancient arrogance one could only earn by surviving centuries.
"You are… very interesting."
Shaurya raised a brow.
"Only interesting?"
His lips curved. "I'll take that as a compliment."
An Ning chuckled softly.
"In the middle of chaos… you and your people rest as if you're on a holiday. Three whole sects inside a protective dome, drinking tea during a beast tide…"
He tilted his head.
"And you… helping other sects instead of using them as fodder. Rare."
Shaurya shrugged.
"What can I say? I'm considerate."
Others around the valley stared in disbelief.
Considerate? After obliterating a Nascent Soul 12 beast with his bare hands?
But An Ning nodded thoughtfully.
"You remind me… of some very old acquaintances."
"Oh?" Shaurya smirked, stretching his neck lazily.
"You've met someone as interesting as me before?"
An Ning's smile widened.
"I have."
Shaurya's eyes glinted mischievously.
"Let me guess—
Ghost Emperor?
Or Fairy Empress?"
The valley froze.
An Ning's smile evaporated.
His eyes widened.
Shoulders stiffened.
His mouth actually fell open.
"…W–What?"
He stepped forward.
"How do you know them? Are you related? Do you—"
Shaurya turned slightly, casual.
"You could say," he murmured, lips curving,
"that my relationship with them is… very special."
Inside the protective dome—
Wang Tian choked on his tea.
Elder Liya smirked behind her sleeve, eyes sparkling.
Shaurya didn't even need to look.
He could feel their reactions.
An Ning, however—
He was stunned.
"Special…?
C-Close relationship…?"
He took another step—
And then—
He vanished.
A black blur of movement.
In the blink of an eye—
He appeared right in front of Shaurya.
Their faces—just inches apart.
Shaurya didn't flinch.
Didn't step back.
Didn't blink.
He simply looked up, meeting that ancient stare with a calm grin.
But An Ning's expression had changed.
Gone was the amused arrogance.
His gaze was now serious.
Sharp.
Demanding.
He lifted his hand.
Pressure burst from his body—
WHOOOOOM—!!!
A terrifying shockwave erupted outward.
Stone cracked. Dust blew back in spirals. weaker cultivators screamed. Even the dome where the sects sat trembled violently.
Inside the barrier:
Some disciples stepped back in terror.
Others felt their knees buckle.
Elder Wan's expression tightened—
He felt the weight of an entire major realm pressing down on him.
Shaurya—
Jaw clenched.
Every bone in his arms vibrated from the sudden suffocating force.
His body trembled—
Not from fear.
From excitement.
It had been too long since he'd felt a power gap this enormous.
Even Ye Xuan didn't compare.
Yang Ling didn't compare.
Not even Lorgann.
This—
This was a different level.
An Ning watched him carefully.
"…Your pressure is weak," he said coldly.
Shaurya chuckled.
"I wasn't trying yet."
Shaurya released his own aura.
Golden pressure burst outward—
But instantly—
It was suppressed.
Crushed.
Like a flame under a mountain.
An Ning's tone dropped.
"Not enough, kid.
Now—tell me your relation with Ghost Emperor and Fairy Empress."
Shaurya's eyes sharpened.
He grinned.
"I am their Master."
Silence.
An Ning froze.
Then—
His face twisted.
A vein pulsed at his temple.
"You—what did you just say…?"
Shaurya opened his mouth to repeat—
But he didn't get the chance.
An Ning thrust his fist forward.
Fast.
Too fast.
Shaurya's eyes widened.
He knew he couldn't dodge.
Instinct took over—
Cross guard.
He pulled his forearms in front of his chest—
BAAAAAAAAMMMMM—!!!
The impact launched him like a cannonball.
Shaurya shot backwards in a spiraling arc—
CRAAAAAACK—!!!
He slammed into the protective barrier of Elder Wan's formation.
The dome fractured immediately.
Elder Wan coughed blood.
Disciples screamed as cracks spiderwebbed across the barrier.
Shaurya crashed down toward the ground—
But at the last moment, he twisted mid-air, landing on his feet.
Knee bent.
Foot sliding.
Arms shaking violently.
His right arm throbbed—
Likely fractured.
His breath hitched.
This power…
This is the difference between Nascent Soul and Spirit Lord…
He looked up.
An Ning's boots tapped softly against the fractured stone as he slowly closed the distance between himself and Shaurya. His expression darkened—no smile, no ancient arrogance—only cold disbelief.
"How dare you," he said, voice dripping with restrained fury.
"You dare disrespect the mighty Ghost Emperor… and the mightiest Fairy Empress, my esteemed cousin—who is even stronger than that lunatic Ghost Emperor."
The moment the words left An Ning's mouth—
Wang Tian froze inside the golden dome.
His tea cup almost cracked in his hand.
His face twisted so violently that several disciples instinctively took a step back.
"…What," he whispered.
Then louder—
"WHAT!?"
Every muscle in his face jumped. A vein popped at his temple.
"How DARE he call her superior!?"
Beside him, Elder Liya delicately raised her hand to cover her smile, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Oh my, oh my…" she mused.
"See, everyone knows who is superior here. You dumb Emperor."
Wang Tian's head snapped toward her so fast the barrier vibrated.
"What did you just say—?"
Elder Liya couldn't hold it anymore. She burst into laughter—light, melodic, and sharp as needles.
"You heard me," she said between laughs. "Even after reincarnation, your ears are as slow as your brain."
Wang Tian stood.
Purple aura crackled violently off his body like storm lightning.
The ground inside the barrier trembled.
Luo Chen, sitting beside him, nearly dropped his cup.
"Oi oi oi—WHERE do you think you're going!?" he shouted, grabbing Wang Tian's arm.
"You're the mighty Ghost Emperor in the past. Right now you'll get folded like laundry—"
Wang Tian snarled, shaking him off.
"Who cares about past life or present life!?" he roared.
"I am the mighty Ghost Emperor! Conqueror of seven dynasties!"
His aura exploded outward—
BOOOOM—!!
Several disciples screamed and fell backward.
Even Elder Wan's eyes widened.
Wang Tian pointed furiously at An Ning, voice cracking from sheer outrage.
"And that bastard just insulted me by calling me weaker than this—this—old witch—"
Elder Liya's eyes sharpened instantly.
"Old what?"
Wang Tian froze.
Inside the barrier, fear crept into even Luo Chen's eyes.
Wang Tian swallowed.
"…Old… respected senior," he forced out.
Elder Liya smiled sweetly.
"That's what I thought."
But Wang Tian wasn't done.
Not even close.
His anger surged higher.
"When HE—"
He jabbed a finger toward An Ning.
"—was defeated by ME, seven hundred and eighty-five times in seven hundred and eighty-five battles!"
Purple aura burst even harder now, swirling violently around him like enraged flames.
"I DON'T CARE!" Wang Tian snapped. "He insulted me by calling me weaker than this old—"
He stopped just in time before finishing the word.
Elder Liya's eyes narrowed in mock-danger.
"Old what?" she asked, smiling.
"…Old… respected senior," he forced out, veins popping in his neck.
She snorted softly.
"Good boy."
His aura surged again.
"I'm going," he growled, taking another step.
Luo Chen grabbed him harder.
"Stop it. This isn't the time to show off your ego—"
Wang Tian shoved his arm aside.
"This has nothing to do with ego!" he shouted. "This is pride! Not as some reincarnated emperor, but as ME. As Wang Tian!"
He clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
"I won't accept being told I'm weaker than her by him when he never beat me once!"
Elder Liya raised an eyebrow.
"Your pride is loud," she said lazily.
An Ning tilted his head slightly, grey eyes narrowing with mild confusion.
"Huh?"
Before he could say anything more—
A blur of purple aura flashed beside Shaurya.
Wang Tian stepped forward, standing at Shaurya's side with his hands clenched tight.
His face was dark, twisted with insult and humiliation.
"Master," Wang Tian said, voice trembling with barely contained rage,
"please allow me to beat this bastard."
His aura surged violently—purple lightning rippling off his skin.
Several disciples shivered.
An Ning blinked at him.
Then—
With a slow, mocking tilt of his chin, he said:
"You are very bold despite your age…
idiot brat."
Silence.
Absolute silence.
Then—
Elder Liya slapped her hand over her forehead so hard the sound echoed.
"Oh no…" she whispered.
Luo Chen's jaw dropped so far it practically hit the barrier floor.
Shaurya himself took one full step back, eyes widening in pure disbelief.
He slowly turned his head toward Wang Tian.
Wang Tian stood frozen.
Head lowered.
Shoulders trembling.
Aura crackling violently—purple strands lashing out like enraged serpents.
He looked like a volcano seconds before eruption.
Shaurya forced a very awkward, very stiff smile.
"Haha… Wang Tian… I-I know he doesn't mean this," he said, voice strained.
"He wouldn't say something like that if he knew who you were—"
Wang Tian's fingers curled into fists so tight his knuckles turned white.
His voice cracked—
"…Master…"
He slowly lifted his head.
His pupils had turned pure violet.
A pressure so heavy it distorted the air poured off him in waves.
The ground trembled beneath his feet.
"Then let me show him…" he growled,
"…what I truly am."
He took a step forward—
Shaurya instantly grabbed his arm.
"No. No, no, no—
NO."
He dragged Wang Tian back so fast even An Ning blinked.
"If you fight him with your current power," Shaurya said sharply,
"he will DEFINITELY kill you."
Wang Tian's jaw tightened.
"I don't care."
Shaurya's expression hardened.
His golden aura flickered around his eyes.
"But I care."
Wang Tian froze.
His eyes widened just a fraction—shaken.
The purple aura around him wavered.
The valley fell silent again.
And then—
A soft, feminine voice cut through that silence:
"Wang Tian."
He turned.
Before he could react—
SLAP!!!
A clean, echoing strike landed across his cheek.
Everyone inside the formation jumped.
Shaurya's eyes went round.
An Ning tilted his head again, completely lost.
Wang Tian stood frozen in place—
Eyes wide.
Aura extinguished.
Muo Qian stood before him, hand lightly trembling from the force of the slap.
Her eyes were red—hurt, fear, frustration all mixed together.
She glared at him.
"Who do you think you are?" she whispered, voice cracking.
"Risking your life like this…?"
Wang Tian opened his mouth.
"I— no, I—"
Muo Qian's fist trembled at her side.
"Did you forget about me?"
"Or do you just not care anymore?"
Wang Tian's entire aura collapsed.
His purple pupils faded back to black.
He stared at her helplessly, voice trembling.
"N-no… how can I not care about you…?"
"I can give my life for you."
Muo Qian stepped closer, jabbing her finger into his chest.
"Then why were you acting so rashly!?" she shouted, eyes wet.
"You KNOW you can't win! Not even for one second!"
Wang Tian shrank back like a guilty child.
"I… I just…"
"No 'just'!"
And before he could react, she threw herself into his arms, hugging him tightly.
"Then listen to me!" she cried.
"If you care about me…
then calm down
and let Master handle this!"
Wang Tian stood stiff for a moment—
Then slowly, his arms wrapped around her.
He sighed, defeated.
"…I'm sorry," he whispered.
"I won't do that again."
Muo Qian's face finally softened.
She smiled—bright and relieved.
Wang Tian blushed so hard his ears turned red.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him back toward the seated disciples.
Elder Liya watched with a raised brow, surprised… then smiled faintly.
"Looks like our Emperor has found someone stronger than him."
An Ning crossed his arms slowly, still confused.
"…What in the heavens just happened?"
Shaurya just sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
He stepped forward again.
His right arm throbbed with pain.
His ribs hurt.
His legs felt heavy from An Ning's pressure.
But—
When he looked at his sect—
Lin Shu's eyes filled with worry.
Wang Tian calming down with Muo Qian.
Elder Liya grinning.
Luo Chen shaking his head.
Elder Wan holding the dome stable.
Every disciple watching him with hope.
Something inside Shaurya solidified.
He inhaled.
I have my sect.
My family.
Standing behind me.
I will not lose.
I'd Win.
He exhaled sharply.
Golden aura flickered around him again.
He snapped his fingers.
CLANG—!!!
A brand-new protective formation formed instantly around his entire sect—
Stronger.
Thicker.
More stable.
Elder Wan's jaw dropped.
"This—
This is stronger than anything I can cast…"
Shaurya stepped forward—
Right up to An Ning.
Golden aura swirling at his feet.
An Ning's eyes flashed.
Grey-black aura rippled outward from him like shadow-fire.
Two tides of power collided—
A soft hum under the earth.
Dust lifting off the ground.
Air bending.
Their eyes locked.
Shaurya's voice was steady.
"Now then, Shadow Blade An Ning—"
His golden aura surged quietly.
"Let's talk about your inheritance."
An Ning smirked.
"…Finally."
Two monstrous auras crackled across the valley—
One gold.
One shadow black.
Every cultivator felt it.
Every elder stiffened.
Every disciple held their breath.
And far above, the secret realm itself trembled—
As if awakening to a battle it had waited centuries to witness.
TO BE CONTINUED…
