I Become Sect master In Another World

Chapter 218: Chapter 218 — Moving Pieces

Back on the ground, Wang Tian and Luo Chen stood side by side watching the ship disappear into the clouds.

Neither had spoken for quite some time.

The silence alone was alarming.

Eventually, Wang Tian folded his arms and released a long sigh.

"I wanted to go."

Luo Chen looked equally depressed.

"Same."

Both continued staring at the retreating vessel.

A secret mission.

A covert operation.

A high probability of violence.

It possessed every quality they respected.

Wang Tian shook his head.

"It had everything."

"It really did."

The disappointment in their voices was almost painful.

Nearby, Xiao Rui overheard them and rolled his eyes.

"You two sound like children who weren’t invited to a festival."

Wang Tian immediately pointed toward the sky.

"That ship contains Master."

Luo Chen nodded.

"It contains a secret mission."

Another nod.

"And probably a fight."

The two disciples looked at each other.

Then both looked even more miserable.

Xiao Rui stared at them for several seconds.

"...You know what? That’s actually right."

For the first time, Wang Tian and Luo Chen felt understood.

Unfortunately, it didn’t make them feel any better as they watched the Dark Pearl disappear beyond the clouds.

Before they could continue mourning their lost opportunity, two familiar figures stepped beside them.

Muo Qian.

And Su Quan.

Muo Qian placed both hands on her hips.

"You two are acting like abandoned puppies."

Wang Tian looked offended.

"I am not."

"You absolutely are."

Su Quan nodded.

"Both of you."

Luo Chen attempted a defense.

"We’re simply expressing disappointment."

"You’ve been staring at the sky for five minutes."

"That is a perfectly normal activity."

"It isn’t."

The two girls exchanged a glance before smiling.

Then Muo Qian clapped her hands once.

"Come on."

Wang Tian blinked.

"What?"

"Let’s spend some quality time."

The disappointment vanished instantly.

Like divine intervention.

Wang Tian stood straighter.

Luo Chen looked significantly more alive.

The recovery speed was miraculous.

Several nearby disciples watched in disbelief.

One disciple whispered softly,

"...Traitors."

Another nodded.

"Absolute traitors."

Completely ignoring the judgment of their fellow disciples, Wang Tian and Luo Chen immediately left alongside Muo Qian and Su Quan.

The four figures disappeared down one of the mountain pathways.

Several disciples stared after them with expressions of betrayal.

Unfortunately, they didn’t have time to complain.

Because Elder Wu stepped forward.

The moment he appeared, everyone sensed danger.

His hands were folded behind his back.

His expression remained calm.

Too calm.

A silence spread across the courtyard.

Then Elder Wu spoke.

"Training begins now."

The disciples froze.

Several smiles immediately disappeared.

One disciple looked upward desperately.

Perhaps hoping the Dark Pearl would return.

It did not.

Another disciple pointed toward the sky.

"But Elder Wu, Master just left."

"Correct."

"Shouldn’t we be seeing them off?"

"You already did."

The disciple opened his mouth.

Then closed it.

Because Elder Wu was unfortunately right.

A collective groan spread through the courtyard.

Several disciples looked emotionally devastated.

Elder Wu remained completely unmoved.

One brave soul stepped forward.

"Elder Wu."

"Yes?"

"Why do Wang Tian and Luo Chen get leave?"

The question immediately attracted attention.

Many disciples secretly agreed.

Elder Wu adjusted his sleeves.

"If you can train half as hard as Wang Tian and Luo Chen..."

A brief pause followed.

"...you may also take leave."

The entire courtyard became quiet.

Nobody spoke.

Nobody argued.

Because everyone knew that wasn’t happening.

The silence lasted several seconds.

Then Elder Wu continued calmly.

"Besides."

His gaze swept across the gathered disciples.

"Except Elder Liya, nobody can order Wang Tian."

Several disciples nodded reluctantly.

That was true.

Then Elder Wu added,

"And Luo Chen is his crime partner."

The disciples blinked.

Elder Wu’s expression never changed.

"In conclusion."

Another pause.

"Nobody can order Luo Chen either."

The logic was flawless.

And deeply unreasonable.

Unfortunately, nobody possessed a valid counterargument.

The disciples surrendered.

One by one, they dragged themselves back toward the training grounds with expressions filled with suffering.

Elder Wu watched them leave before nodding in satisfaction.

The sect gradually returned to its usual rhythm beneath the evening sky.

Far above the clouds, however, a massive black vessel pierced through the heavens like a moving fortress.

The Dark Pearl.

Moonlight reflected softly across its dark hull while clouds drifted past its sides.

At the very front deck stood Shaurya.

Both hands rested inside his pockets.

A faint smile lingered on his face as cold winds swept through his dark hair.

The mountains below passed like shadows.

The stars above seemed close enough to touch.

For the first time since leaving the sect, complete silence surrounded him.

Not because he was thinking.

Because he was enjoying the moment.

Behind him, the rest of the team had settled into their own activities.

Auntie Muo and Elder Hua sat near the central deck discussing herbs, medicines, and recipes. The conversation somehow shifted between treating poison and improving soup quality with alarming ease.

Meanwhile, Lee Bie, Lu Fang, and Cheng Fang had occupied themselves with a completely different matter.

The journey had only been underway for a short time, yet the atmosphere aboard the Dark Pearl was far more relaxed than anyone would have expected.

A red leather cricket ball suddenly shot across the deck.

"Too slow!"

Lu Fang laughed as he launched the ball toward the opposite side of the ship.

Lee Bie caught it cleanly with one hand and immediately snorted.

"Too slow? You’re just bad at throwing."

Lu Fang looked offended.

"I’m standing right here."

"Exactly."

The response earned several chuckles from the others.

Before Lu Fang could argue further, Lee Bie threw the ball toward Cheng Fang. The disciple caught it effortlessly without even looking surprised, then casually tossed it back into the rotation.

Watching the exchange, Auntie Muo blinked.

"What exactly is this game?"

"The greatest invention in sect history."

Lu Fang answered immediately.

Lee Bie rolled his eyes.

"Master introduced it."

"Exactly."

"That doesn’t automatically make it the greatest invention."

"It does."

Cheng Fang wisely chose not to participate in that argument.

The ball continued moving between them as the ship cut through the night sky.

Sometimes a throw was clean.

Sometimes someone nearly dropped it.

Whenever Lu Fang missed a catch, Lee Bie somehow found a way to make the experience even more painful.

"You almost had it."

"I did have it."

"The ground had it."

"That doesn’t count."

"It absolutely counts."

Even Elder Hua found herself smiling as she watched the exchange.

A short distance away, Auntie Muo leaned against the railing and looked toward the stars.

When she had first boarded the Dark Pearl, she had expected danger, tension, and mysterious sect business.

Instead, she found disciples arguing about cricket.

The realization felt strangely absurd.

Nearby, Shaurya sat comfortably at the front of the vessel, watching the scene unfold while drinking another chocolate milkshake.

For a mission involving infiltration, military movements, and the potential collapse of a kingdom, the atmosphere felt remarkably ordinary.

No one appeared nervous.

No one seemed worried.

The disciples laughed.

The elders chatted quietly.

A cricket ball flew back and forth across the deck.

The Dark Pearl continued its journey beneath the moonlit sky.

Anyone seeing the scene from a distance would have assumed they were traveling to a festival rather than heading toward one of the largest armies in the region.

Knowing his disciples, however, Shaurya wasn’t particularly surprised.

Normal people worried before dangerous missions.

His disciples played cricket.

Far away, beyond countless mountains and plains, another fleet moved through the night.

Eight spiritual ships cut through the clouds in perfect formation.

Their hulls were smaller than the Dark Pearl.

Far smaller.

Yet each vessel carried enough supplies to sustain tens of thousands of cultivators.

Cloud Peak Sect’s transport fleet.

At the center of the formation traveled the leading vessel.

Inside its command chamber sat a broad-shouldered man upon a carved jade seat.

Long blue hair rested across his back.

A short scar ran across his jawline.

His features were rough rather than refined, carrying the appearance of someone accustomed to command rather than cultivation politics.

This was Elder Hang.

One of Cloud Peak Sect’s senior logistics commanders.

A man responsible for keeping armies supplied.

A task often more important than battle itself.

The cabin door opened.

A disciple stepped inside immediately and bowed.

"Elder Hang."

The man looked up.

"What is it?"

"The fleet is progressing according to schedule."

The disciple straightened.

"At our current speed, we will reach Liu Tong’s camp within five hours."

Elder Hang gave a satisfied nod before turning his attention back to the navigation map floating above the command table. Countless routes and formation markers drifted across its surface as spiritual energy flowed through the projection.

"Good. Continue maintaining formation."

"Yes, Elder."

The disciple acknowledged the order immediately, but instead of leaving, he remained standing in place. After a moment of hesitation, he cupped his fists once more.

"Elder, are there any additional instructions?"

Elder Hang’s eyes narrowed slightly.

The question wasn’t unreasonable.

After all, they were operating in hostile territory.

Every precaution mattered.

For several seconds, the elder studied the map before finally speaking.

"Maintain surveillance across all surrounding sectors."

The disciple straightened.

"If anything suspicious appears..."

Elder Hang’s gaze remained fixed on the projection.

"...kill it."

The order was delivered so casually that it somehow felt even colder.

The disciple bowed deeply.

"As you command."

Without another word, he turned and departed.

The command room gradually returned to silence. Spiritual lanterns flickered softly against the walls while the massive transport vessel continued cutting through the night sky.

Neither Elder Hang nor the disciple knew that somewhere beyond the clouds, the suspicious thing they were discussing was already moving toward them.

Neither Elder Hang nor the disciple knew that the "suspicious thing" they were discussing had already entered the board.

Unfortunately for them, it wasn’t an assassin lurking in the shadows, nor was it a spy infiltrating their ranks. It wasn’t even a terrifying cultivator capable of overturning mountains and seas. What was heading toward them was something far more troublesome—a certain Sect Master whose existence seemed to attract chaos with supernatural efficiency. Wherever he went, plans collapsed, common sense died, and disasters somehow developed a personal relationship with him.

Far away aboard the Dark Pearl, Shaurya suddenly hiccupped.

"Hic."

His brow furrowed.

Shaurya immediately stopped walking and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

In India, a hiccup usually meant somebody was remembering you.

The question was—

Who?

"Hic."

The Sect Master’s expression gradually became more serious.

Lin Shu?

No.

She wouldn’t be thinking about him right now.

Probably.

Maybe.

A hiccup escaped him again.

"Hic."

His brows furrowed further.

Then another possibility appeared in his mind.

Elder Wan?

For some reason, the image formed immediately.

At that very moment, elsewhere within the Sanatan Flame Sect, Elder Wan was shamelessly following Elder Liya through one of the mountain pathways.

"Come on, my love. It was only one kiss."

Elder Liya’s eye twitched.

She continued walking.

Elder Wan continued following.

"I’ve supported this relationship from the beginning."

Silence.

"I even celebrated."

Silence.

"I was emotionally invested."

The silence became more dangerous.

Unfortunately, Elder Wan completely failed to notice.

"I think I deserve at least a small reward."

Elder Liya finally stopped.

Elder Wan immediately brightened.

Then she slowly turned around and looked directly into his eyes.

"Will you stop following me?"

"No."

Her eye twitched again.

For several seconds, she stared at him.

Then, realizing that arguing was pointless, she released a long sigh.

"At least wait until tonight."

Elder Wan froze.

The world froze.

His brain froze.

Then Elder Liya added in an irritated voice,

"You’ll get more than a kiss."

For a moment, complete silence descended upon the mountain.

Then Elder Wan straightened so quickly that his spine nearly cracked.

His expression instantly became serious.

Professional.

Dignified.

Noble.

"I shall meet you tonight."

Without another word, he turned around and walked away with the bearing of a man who had just received a divine mission from the heavens.

Elder Liya watched him leave.

Then rubbed her forehead.

"...Idiot."

Far away aboard the Dark Pearl—

"Hic."

Shaurya suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"No."

Another hiccup followed.

"Hic."

The more he thought about it, the less likely Elder Wan seemed.

That fool was probably too busy bothering Elder Liya to remember anything else.

For nearly half a minute, Shaurya stood there contemplating every possible suspect before a horrifying realization suddenly struck him.

His eyes widened.

Slowly...

Very slowly...

He lifted his head and stared toward the sky.

"No."

Another hiccup escaped him.

"Hic."

Shaurya pointed upward accusingly.

"Don’t tell me..."

The wind blew dramatically through his coat.

"Hic."

His eye twitched.

Then he finally snapped.

"AUTHOR!"

The shout echoed across the deck.

"Are you talking nonsense about me again?"

"What is your problem with me?"

Another hiccup escaped him before he could continue.

"Hic."

Shaurya pointed accusingly toward the heavens.

"I haven’t even done anything this Chapter!"

The words left his mouth with complete confidence.

Unfortunately, confidence didn’t make them true.

As soon as the complaint escaped him, several recent memories surfaced inside his mind. There had been the mission planning, the dramatic departure, the public display with Lin Shu, the embarrassment afterward, and the completely unnecessary amount of chaos that somehow followed him everywhere.

For a brief moment, his conscience attempted to remind him of these facts.

Shaurya immediately ignored it.

"None of that counts."

He folded his arms and continued glaring upward.

"If you’re targeting me again, at least have the courage to admit it."

The heavens offered no response.

The stars continued shining peacefully.

The clouds drifted lazily through the night sky.

Everything looked suspiciously innocent.

Shaurya narrowed his eyes.

The silence only made him more certain.

"Oh, so that’s how we’re doing this."

Another hiccup interrupted him.

"Hic."

His eye twitched.

"You think you can hide behind silence?"

"Hic."

"Coward."

The accusation echoed into the night.

Nothing answered.

Not a voice.

Not a sign.

Not even a dramatic thunderbolt.

The complete lack of response somehow felt even more insulting.

Shaurya clicked his tongue and shook his head.

"Definitely the author."

Convinced he had solved the mystery, the Sect Master turned around and walked away, completely unaware that fate was already preparing another problem for him somewhere ahead.

To Be Continued.....