Within My Sect, All Realms Unite-Chapter 16: Pavilion Master

Just as the atmosphere in the grand hall threatened to spiral into complete chaos, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended from above.

A Golden Core aura erupted like a silent storm, sweeping across the Maple Leaf Pavilion and instantly suppressing every voice in the hall. Conversations died in an instant. Even the clamor of the bustling auction house seemed to vanish as if swallowed by the overwhelming presence.

Cultivators throughout the pavilion stiffened. Some felt their breathing grow heavy, while weaker ones instinctively lowered their heads under the immense spiritual pressure.

Whispers spread through the crowd.

"The Pavilion Master..."

"He’s here!"

"To think the disturbance actually brought him out..."

The Maple Leaf Pavilion’s master was no ordinary figure. In the entire city, only three Golden Core experts stood at the peak of power the City Lord, the Yan Family Patriarch, and the Pavilion Master of Maple Leaf Pavilion.

Each of them possessed influence capable of shaking the entire region. A figure slowly descended from the upper floors of the pavilion.

The man appeared to be in his middle years, dressed in elegant crimson robes embroidered with golden maple leaves. His long hair was tied neatly behind him, and his calm eyes carried a quiet authority that made even powerful cultivators hesitate to meet his gaze.

This was Han Leu, the master of Maple Leaf Pavilion. The oppressive Golden Core aura gradually settled, yet the entire hall remained silent.

Everyone expected the Pavilion Master to question what had happened, but what happened next left the entire hall stunned.

Han Leu walked forward without even sparing the others a glance instead, he stopped directly before Lin Xiaotian.

Then, to the utter shock of everyone present, the Pavilion Master slightly cupped his fists and inclined his head in greeting. "We sincerely apologize for the offense that occurred within our pavilion," he said politely.

Gasps rippled through the hall the Pavilion Master a golden core expert... was apologizing? and to that young man?

Lin Xiaotian met his gaze calmly, his expression unchanged. He simply nodded. "I trust the perpetrators will receive punishment equivalent to their actions."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority.

Han Leu gave a small smile. "Certainly."

His expression gradually cooled as his gaze shifted toward the trembling manager standing nearby.

"Not only did you disturb the atmosphere of our pavilion," he said coldly, "you also treated our guests with such disgraceful arrogance."

His voice grew colder with every word. "The Maple Leaf Pavilion has no need for someone like you."

The manager’s face instantly turned pale before anyone could react, the once-arrogant man collapsed to his knees.

"Pavilion Master! Please have mercy!" he cried, tears and snot streaming down his face. "I was only trying to maintain order! I didn’t mean any offense!"

But Han Leu’s eyes held no trace of sympathy with a simple motion of his foot, he kicked the man away.

The force sent the manager flying across the polished marble floor before he slammed into a pillar and fell unconscious.

"Take him away," Han Leu said indifferently.

Several guards immediately rushed forward, dragging the unconscious manager out of the hall like a sack of trash.

Only then did Han Leu slowly turn his gaze toward Yan Chuan. His expression turned cold. "You," he said flatly.

Yan Chuan’s back stiffened under the terrifying pressure. "Leave the pavilion immediately, brat. If you remain here any longer, you will regret it."

Yan Chuan’s face turned red with humiliation. Yet with countless eyes watching, he forced himself to stand tall.

"I am the young master of the Yan Family," he said through clenched teeth. "Pavilion Master, you may wish to reconsider your words." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The moment the words left his mouth, a chuckle escaped Han Leu it was soft yet filled with absolute disdain. "Reconsider?"

His gaze turned icy. "Even your family’s ancestor would not dare speak to me in such a tone."

The next moment, his Golden Core aura surged. Yan Chuan didn’t even have time to react as an invisible force slammed into him like a mountain. "Get out."

Yan Chuan’s body was instantly thrown backward, flying across the entrance before crashing outside the pavilion doors.

He hit the ground hard, coughing violently as blood rose in his throat. "Throw them out," Han Leu said calmly.

"If they are seen within one kilometer of this pavilion again... slay them." The guards immediately moved.

Already suppressed by the terrifying Golden Core pressure and completely humiliated, Yan Chuan’s legs trembled violently.

His arrogance had completely vanished in fact; he looked like he might wet himself from fear.

Within moments, he and his companions were dragged away from the pavilion like stray dogs.

Only after the disturbance had been completely handled did Han Leu withdraw his aura.

The hall slowly returned to life as cultivators began whispering among themselves again, but Han Leu had already turned his attention elsewhere.

His gaze rested on Yan Feng for a brief moment, the coldness in his eyes softened. "You seem to have found your path, child," he said quietly.

Yan Feng stiffened his eyes wavered slightly for a moment; it almost seemed as if tears might appear.

But he quickly steadied himself. "You didn’t have to intervene, Uncle Han," Yan Feng said with forced composure. "We could have handled them ourselves."

Han Leu shook his head slightly. "They were also disturbing the business of my pavilion," he replied calmly.

"As its master, it was my responsibility to deal with it." Then his gaze shifted once more toward Lin Xiaotian.

Before Yan Feng could say anything further, Han Leu gently raised a hand, stopping him.

His gaze shifted toward Lin Xiaotian, and his tone became noticeably more respectful. "Allow me to personally attend to your matters, Fellow Daoist."

The words were simple, yet the meaning behind them caused several nearby cultivators to freeze in place.

To be addressed as "Fellow Daoist" by a Golden Core expert was no small matter.

Lin Xiaotian gave a subtle smile and nodded lightly. "Then I will trouble Pavilion Master Han."

Han Leu gestured toward the upper floors of the pavilion. "This way, please."

Without another word, Lin Xiaotian stepped forward, his hands clasped calmly behind his back. His disciples immediately followed behind him in an orderly manner, while Han Leu personally led the way through the grand hall of the Maple Leaf Pavilion.

At first, the hall remained strangely quiet. The earlier Golden Core aura had left a deep impression on everyone present, and no one dared to raise their voices in the Pavilion Master’s presence.

But as the group began walking toward the staircase leading to the VIP floors, the atmosphere slowly changed.

Once the oppressive pressure completely faded, the silence finally broke the Maple Leaf Pavilion erupted into murmurs and whispers.

Within moments, speculation spread across the entire pavilion even the attendants behind the counters quietly exchanged glances.

After all, the Maple Leaf Pavilion rarely saw its master personally escort guests to the VIP floor.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiaotian walked calmly through the pavilion as though none of the attention concerned him.

Lin Xiaotian walked calmly beside Han Leu, his expression composed and dignified but inside his mind

Yahaha... perfect. The gasps, the whispers... everything went exactly as planned.

Prestige achieved. At this rate the whole city will be talking by tonight.

Future disciples, talented geniuses... they’ll come knocking soon. Yahaha... Sect Master Lin truly is brilliant.

The grand entrance with the Heaven breaker War Rover, the display of the storage ring, the confrontation with Yan Chuan, and finally the Pavilion Master personally appearing.

Each event had only strengthened the mystery and prestige surrounding his sect.

And prestige... was exactly what they needed right now a sect without reputation would struggle to attract talented disciples.

But once rumors began spreading about a mysterious sect master powerful enough to earn the respect of the Maple Leaf Pavilion’s master.

Curiosity alone would draw people in. Among those curious people, there would surely be talented cultivators searching for opportunity.

As they reached the staircase, two attendants immediately stepped aside and bowed deeply. Han Leu led them up to the upper floor where the noise of the bustling hall gradually faded behind them.

The corridors above were far quieter, reserved only for the pavilion’s most distinguished guests.

Finally, they stopped before a pair of tall wooden doors carved with intricate maple leaf patterns.

Two guards standing nearby immediately opened the doors inside lay an elegant VIP chamber, spacious and luxurious.

Soft lantern light illuminated the polished jade table at the center of the room. Incense drifted slowly through the air, releasing a calming fragrance that soothed the mind.

Through the windows, the entire marketplace district of the city could be seen bustling far below. Han Leu stepped aside slightly and gestured politely. "Please, Fellow Daoist Lin."

Lin Xiaotian entered first his disciples followed behind him in disciplined silence as the doors slowly closed behind them, leaving the murmuring chaos of the pavilion far below.