Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 53: Moon Veil Pavilion

As Lin Xiaotian opened his eyes, he hurriedly stood up as a faint dizziness passed through him, his body still hollow and slightly unresponsive from the earlier exhaustion. His gaze swept across the surroundings, and he quickly realized he was back on the ship.

The deck was quiet, filled with scattered disciples resting in silence, the aftermath of battle still lingering faintly in the air. Just as he was about to speak, his attention shifted forward, and his movements paused almost unconsciously.

There stood a woman.

Her skin was pale like fresh snow, smooth and flawless like carved jade, reflecting a faint, natural glow under the light as if untouched by the harshness of the world. There was not the slightest imperfection, as if she had been sculpted rather than born.

Her long dark hair flowed like silk down her back, moving gently with the wind, each strand catching light in soft waves. A few loose strands rested near her face, enhancing her quiet, almost ethereal elegance.

Her features were refined to an almost unreal degree, her brows soft yet perfectly shaped, her lips faintly curved in a neutral calm that revealed nothing. Her eyes... clear and deep like still water, carrying a distant serenity that made them impossible to read.

The robes she wore draped naturally over her figure, light and flowing, shifting softly with the wind as if even the air moved more gently around her. There was no excess, yet everything about her felt refined and composed.

A faint aura surrounded her. Not overwhelming, not aggressive, yet perfectly controlled, calm to the point of being unsettling, as if it quietly dominated everything around her without needing to show it.

He stared at her in a daze, unconsciously gulping as his eyes refused to move away, his mind struggling to process what he was seeing. For a moment, even the chaos he had just gone through felt distant.

So the stories weren’t exaggerated after all... The cultivation world really does produce terrifyingly beautiful fairies.

Just then, as others noticed he had woken up, they hurriedly approached him, their expressions carrying relief mixed with lingering tension from the battle.

Lin Xiaotian steadied himself and stood upright, his body still weak from the complete depletion of his Qi, the faint emptiness within him still lingering.

Han Leu stepped forward immediately, his brows furrowed as concern showed clearly in his voice. "Sect Master, how did you deplete your Qi to such an extent? I would have handled them; you didn’t need to go that far."

Lin Xiaotian raised his hand slightly and stopped him, his expression calm despite the exhaustion. "Don’t worry, I knew the stakes and what I was doing."

Just as he said this, the woman in white let out a faint huff. Her expression barely changed, yet there was a subtle trace of disdain in her eyes, as if she found the entire situation somewhat unimpressive.

"As if you did," she said lightly, her tone calm yet sharp, "I respect your willingness to fight demonic cultivators, but I don’t understand what kind of young master plays at being a sect leader like this."

The moment her words fell, the atmosphere shifted instantly.

Several disciples tensed, anger rising on their faces as their gazes turned sharp, their earlier exhaustion momentarily forgotten.

Yan Feng stepped forward and stopped them.

He walked toward her calmly, cupping his hands as he bowed slightly, his posture respectful and steady. "I, Lin Xiaotian, Sect Leader of the Celestial Origin Supreme Sect, thank you sincerely for catching me earlier."

He paused briefly. "May I know who you are, fairy?"

Hearing this, she gave a faint huff, yet still replied in a composed and measured tone, "I am a core disciple of the Moon Veil Pavilion."

The moment her words fell, a subtle wave passed through the group as several disciples stiffened, their expressions tightening with clear shock. The name alone carried weight, and it was not something ordinary cultivators could casually ignore.

Lin Xiaotian’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer.

The aura she carried was clearly at peak Core Formation, steady and perfectly refined, without the slightest trace of instability. What made it more terrifying was her age, which did not seem to exceed thirty, a level of talent that could only be described as monstrous in this area.

For someone like her, stepping into the Golden Core realm was Quite easy and Nascent soul was not out of reach.

Then she spoke again, breaking the brief silence with quiet certainty. "I believe you won’t mind lending me a helping hand."

Her voice was calm, yet there was an underlying firmness to it, and the way her presence subtly pressed forward made it clear she was not someone accustomed to being refused.

Lin Xiaotian let out a soft breath. "What kind of help would you need, fairy?"

Hearing this, she replied without pause, her tone remaining steady as if she had already anticipated the question. "Some inner disciples discovered unusual traces within the forest, something that shouldn’t be there. I have been sent to investigate it, and I would require your assistance."

Lin Xiaotian paused briefly, his gaze lowering slightly as he considered the situation. They were not in any condition to engage in another intense battle, yet this was not something they could simply ignore either, especially with the earlier signs of demonic corruption still fresh and also that she had helped her nervethless.

"Fine Fairy" He slowly nodded as he agreed.

Just as the matter settled, footsteps approached once more as Han Leu reappeared, his expression carrying a faint seriousness that had not been there before. "Sect Master, I have Yan Chuan here, and... I believe there is quite a story behind this."

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes sharpened slightly at those words. Without wasting time, he followed Han Leu into one of the ship’s cabins, the faint creak of wood beneath their steps the only sound in the enclosed space.

But the moment his gaze fell on Yan Chuan his expression changed instantly.

He looked like he had been subjected to something beyond ordinary torture, his body broken in ways that didn’t feel natural, as if it had been repeatedly shattered and forced back together. His posture was unstable, limbs slightly misaligned, giving off the feeling that even standing was a struggle. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

His eyes were hollow. Neither dull, nor tired... just empty, as if the person behind them no longer existed. There was only a vacant stare that drifted without purpose, making it impossible to tell what he was even looking at.

He behaved like a child.

Soft, meaningless murmurs slipped from his lips, his movements slow and awkward, completely disconnected from reality. His robes were stained heavily, dried blood clinging in dark patches while the foul stench of human waste lingered around him, making the sight deeply unsettling.