ALL NOVEL Chapter 16: The founder of the Sect
The grand hall of the Heaven Sanctum echoed with tension, its air thick with spiritual energy and unspoken words. The Hall Master of the Heaven Sanctum, a woman of formidable presence, turned to the Sect Master, her sharp gaze unwavering.
"Are you planning to go and kill him?" he asked coldly, his voice resonating with authority. Without waiting for a response, she released an aura that surged with the power of the Perfection of Athirathi Realm, 8th level.
The oppressive energy spread like wildfire, forcing the hall to tremble under its weight. The Hall Master's lips curled into a faint smile as he met the Sect Master's challenge. "So, you are our trump card now," he said, a glint of approval in his eyes.
Before the conversation could progress, a sudden shift in the atmosphere silenced them both. A pressure far greater than the Sect Master's emanated from above, suffusing the entire hall. It was the unmistakable aura of a cultivator at the 9th level of the Athirathi Realm.
All eyes turned to the entrance as a figure descended, her presence commanding immediate reverence. She had features strikingly similar to the Sect Master, though her demeanor was colder, her aura more domineering. Without hesitation, every Hall Master present bowed, including the Sect Master himself, the founder of the sect.
The girl walked forward, her gaze sharp and unforgiving. She ignored the Sect Master entirely and turned her attention to the Hall Master of the Heaven Sanctum. "You old thing," she said, her voice dripping with disdain. "I thought you were good at dealing with the present. I left this sect under the impression you had learned, but I see you are still as stupid and naive as ever."
The Hall Master flinched but kept his composure. "Senior Sister," she said cautiously, bowing slightly. "What has happened? Why are you doing this?"
The girl's eyes darkened, and her tone turned solemn. "Why? Do you truly not understand? This sect was never meant to play petty games of power or to feed egos. I founded the Righteous Heroic Sect with a purpose—to defend the rights of the people."
Her words silenced the hall, every syllable striking like a hammer on iron. She continued, her voice resonating with unshakable conviction.
"In a world where royals ruled supreme, I envisioned a sanctuary where the common people could find strength and protection. This sect became the backbone of those who dared to dream of democracy, of equal rights and representation. We stayed in the shadows, safeguarding leaders who fought for change, not out of favor, but to ensure their loyalty remained with the people, not with the royal families."
Her gaze swept across the hall, and the weight of her words bore down on everyone present. "We even stood against the royals, facing their wrath. But fighting their protectors—the royal cultivators—was no easy feat. When the British brought their own cultivators to suppress rebellion, it was Zamorin who rose from the south like a phoenix, marching north and challenging them. The Seven Royal Protectors are not to be trifled with, and Zamorin is the most complex of them all."
The hall fell silent once more, save for the heavy breathing of the Sect Master, who clenched her fists in anger. "Do we not take revenge, then?" she spat, her voice trembling with fury. "They trampled on everything we stand for, mocked us, and took lives! How can we let that go unpunished?"
The girl turned her piercing gaze toward him, her expression unyielding. "Revenge?" she asked, her voice icy. "You provoked someone, and they responded. What is the point of revenge? Will it undo the damage? Will it restore what we've lost?"
Her words cut through his anger like a blade. The Sect Master's aura faltered, her inner conflict laid bare for all to see. The Hall Master of Heaven Sanctum, though hesitant, found her voice. "Senior Sister, the Sect Master is not entirely wrong. The royals' protectors, especially Zamorin, are relentless. If we do not act decisively, we risk annihilation."
The girl sighed, her expression softening slightly. "I never said we should not act. But there is a difference between acting decisively and acting recklessly. If we succumb to vengeance, we will lose our purpose. This sect was built to defend, not to destroy."
She stepped forward, her presence suffusing the hall with a strange calm. "Prepare for the battles ahead, but not out of hatred. Do it to protect what we stand for. Let the royals play their games of power. We will rise above them—not as destroyers, but as defenders of the people."
Her words lingered in the hall like an unspoken command. The Hall Masters exchanged uncertain glances but slowly nodded, their respect for her rekindled. The Sect Master remained silent, her fists slowly unclenching as he struggled to process her words.
The girl turned, her voice firm as she walked toward the exit. "Remember, power without purpose is chaos. And we are not agents of chaos. We are the shield of the people."
Suddenly she found a disciple in shadow halls clothes rushing forward. She stood silent and looked at him and said "Speak".
The disciple was confused and looked at the hall master of shadow hall and heapproved.