Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 15: At the Gate

Lin Xiaotian grinned as he looked at the city gate ahead. A long queue of people waited to enter, yet every single gaze had shifted toward them toward the monstrous iron beast rumbling behind him.

And well, toward something else too.

Lin Xiaotian’s eyes slid sideways to Xiaoshan, who was casually sitting on top of the beast’s massive hull like it was a park bench. His expression immediately darkened as he shot the man a dirty look.

As they moved forward, the crowd gradually parted before them. When they finally reached the city gate, the guards stepped forward and politely raised their hands to stop them.

"Please disembark. Vehicles of this kind are not permitted inside the city," one guard said respectfully.

Lin Xiaotian’s gaze dimmed slightly. He could not act recklessly here—the guards served under the City Lord, a Golden Core powerhouse. Even he had to show restraint.

"Alas..." Lin Xiaotian sighed softly.

With a wave of his hand, he instructed the disciples to disembark. Once everyone stepped down, he casually stored the massive vehicle into his storage ring.

The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment. Storage rings with such vast capacity were exceedingly rare.

His plan had worked perfectly. After today, the name of their sect would surely begin spreading across the region. Once word got out, it was only a matter of time before a few talented geniuses came seeking shelter beneath their banner.

Turning slightly, he said calmly, "Yan Feng, lead the way. Let’s visit the best auction house in this city."

"Yes, Sect Master." Replied Yan Feng

Yan Feng immediately guided the group through the lively streets. Merchants shouted loudly as they sold spirit herbs and monster cores, cultivators passed by in robes of various sects, and the scent of roasted beast meat drifted through the air. The entire city was brimming with life.

After a short walk, a grand building gradually appeared before them. The Maple Leaf Pavilion.

The auction house towered over the surrounding structures like a palace of wealth. Its exterior was crafted from dark red Spiritwood, and intricate golden carvings of maple leaves decorated the pillars and walls. Even the roof tiles shimmered faintly under the sunlight, giving the entire pavilion a noble and luxurious aura.

At the entrance stood two enormous jade pillars engraved with ancient runes, quietly emitting a faint spiritual pressure that warned troublemakers to behave themselves. Several well-trained guards in crimson armor stood at attention nearby, their sharp gazes sweeping across the crowd.

Cultivators from all walks of life entered and exited the pavilion some wealthy merchants, others powerful experts with imposing auras.

The moment one stepped through the grand gates, the atmosphere changed completely.

Inside, the pavilion was even more extravagant. The floors were polished spirit marble that reflected the golden lantern light hanging from above. Elegant maple-leaf chandeliers swayed gently, releasing a faint fragrance that calmed the mind.

Rows of counters lined the sides of the hall where beautiful attendants greeted guests with polite smiles. On display were rare spirit herbs, precious ores, beast cores, and even mysterious artifacts sealed inside jade cases.

Soft conversations filled the air as cultivators negotiated prices or examined treasures. Wealth and power gathered here like clouds.

Lin Xiaotian glanced around the grand hall and nodded slightly as expected of the most famous auction house in the city. The Maple Leaf Pavilion truly lived up to its reputation.

Just as Lin Xiaotian was observing the grand hall, a mocking voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Oh? So the trash young master has finally found himself a trash sect." The words were filled with undisguised ridicule.

Lin Xiaotian turned slightly. A young man dressed in black robes was walking toward them with a sneer on his face. Standing beside him was another youth in white.

Lin Xiaotian recognized him instantly it was the same youth in white from whom he had saved Yan Feng earlier.

The black-robed youth glanced at Lin Xiaotian from head to toe, his eyes full of contempt before he spoke again. "And the sect you joined... some obscure, worthless sect I’ve never even heard of."

He let out a cold laugh. "But I suppose that makes sense. Who else would accept trash like you?"

Yan Feng stepped forward, his aura flaring with anger. "Yan Chuan, who do you think you are?" he shouted. "How dare you insult my sect!"

He pointed directly at him; his voice filled with absolute confidence. "You wouldn’t even be able to fathom the greatness of our sect... or the power of our Sect Master!"

You’ve become quite impulsive. Have you already forgotten the days when you called me Senior Brother Feng and trailed behind me like a dog?

Yan Chuan trembled with rage, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on. He glared at Feng Yan and spat on the ground.

"Forgot those days? You piece of trash. What do you think you still are some kind of genius?"

He sneered coldly. "You’re nothing but garbage thrown out by the Yan Family. An orphan whose parents died like dogs. And since you want to hear more let me tell you this. It was my father who sent them on that mission."

His eyes were full of vicious mockery. "Your father should never have coveted the position of Family Head. The youngest son daring to compete for the throne... he was courting death."

Yan Chuan spat again in contempt.

Yan Feng was just about to spring forward and attack him, but at that moment Xiaoshan—who had gone outside earlier stepped forward.

He placed a hand on Yan Feng’s shoulder, stopping him. "Brother Feng, don’t lower yourself to their level," he said calmly.

The moment Yan Chuan saw him, his expression froze he instinctively stumbled back a step, clearly intimidated.

But a moment later, he forced himself to step forward again. His face flushed with humiliation as his spiritual sense swept over Qiao.

First layer of Foundation Establishment and yet he, Yan Chuan, was already at the eighth layer.

Just then, a manager hurried over, his face full of flattery as he bowed toward Yan Chuan, while giving Yan Feng and Lin Xiaotian a disdainful glance.

"Young Master, we sincerely apologize for the disturbance you’ve suffered," he said hurriedly.

He immediately called for the guards just at that moment, Lin Xiaotian who had been silently observing the entire scene finally stepped forward.

"Do you think you can face the consequences?" Lin Xiaotian spoke with calmness, yet his voice carried a sudden authority.

In the next moment, with the help of the Sect Master’s robe, he released the aura of a Core Formation expert. The oppressive pressure instantly filled the hall.

"Call your lord," he said coldly. "Or you will face our wrath."

As his words fell, the disciples behind him stepped forward and formed a battle formation, each of them releasing their aura.

At the very front stood Yan Feng and Ciao, their powerful auras erupting forth far beyond what their visible cultivation realms should have allowed.