Shaurya walked through the dense forest path, brushing aside the tall grass, his eyes fixed on the glowing golden panel floating before him.
> [Main Quest: Sect Foundation]
Accept 10 Disciples in 24 Hours
Accept 50 Disciples in 4 Days
Accept 100 Disciples in 7 Days
— Completion unlocks respective reward tiers
Reward for 10 Disciples: Sect Main Structure + 1x Spin Wheel
His jaw dropped.
"Wait… WHAT?! Ten disciples in just one day? How am I supposed to do that? I don't even have a sect yet!"
The System beeped cheekily.
> "Then finish the mission, and you'll get a sect. Simple, isn't it?"
Shaurya nearly stumbled.
"You cheeky little…!" he muttered, biting back his frustration.
With no time to waste, he sprinted toward the nearest city marked on the map — Blue Stone City — determined to chase his goal.
He reached outside the city. The morning sun washed the market street in a warm, golden haze. Vendors were shouting prices, children weaving through crowds, and the smell of fresh melons lingered in the air.
Yet amidst the lively bustle… a small commotion formed.
Two siblings were cornered by a group of burly thugs—three men and a richly dressed young master, sneering with the confidence of someone who had never worked a day in his life.
"You think you're something till now? Your clan's already fallen! You're trash!" the young master sneered. "You can't enven cultivate properly, and you dare stand before me?"
With a wave of his hand, the arrogant teen sent both siblings flying into the dirt.
Shaurya watched the scene unfold from a distance, his eyes slowly sparkling.
Oh? Ohoho? Isn't this… EXACTLY like those 'chosen disciple' scenes in cultivation novels? Jackpot!
A grin stretched across his face, wide enough to be dangerous.
He didn't walk.
He launched forward, kicking up dust behind him.
One of the bulky goons raised a fist, aiming for the trembling brother's face.
"Die, trash!"
The punch never landed.
WHOOSH—
A white blur sliced through the air like a falling star.
Shaurya twisted mid-air, body coiling and releasing like a divine spring before—
BANG!
His flying side kick crashed into the goon's chest. The 200-pound man shot backward, smashing into a nearby fruit cart.
CRAAAASH!
Melons exploded like green fireworks. Splinters rained across the street.
The crowd froze. Vendors stopped mid-bargain. Even the wind held its breath.
Shaurya landed gently, dusted his robe, and flashed the terrified siblings a radiant smile.
"Fear not, little ones! Your savior is here."
The two remaining goons blinked, then snarled. Out came jagged knives.
"Get him!"
They lunged.
But to Shaurya, everything moved in slow motion.
> [System Alert: Host Cultivation — Qi Initiate Lv.3]
[Divine Body Buff: Agility & Perception Maxed]
Shaurya's grin widened.
Ohoho… I'm broken already? NICE!
He stepped aside casually.
The first goon's slash tore nothing but air. Shaurya grabbed his wrist, spun him like a carnival ride, and throw him away he blow backward and crash with a tree.
THUD.
The second attacker barely registered what happened before Shaurya swept his legs. The man was airborne for half a heartbeat before—
Bam.
The third goon watch in horror. Shaurya appears behind him and drove an elbow into his spine. He screams in pain. Then,
A simple forehead tap. Instant KO.
Three enemies defeated in some seconds.
Shaurya cracked his knuckles as he approached the trembling young master.
"You… you—do you know who I am!?" the boy stuttered. "I'm from the Jade Fire Sect! You'll regret this!"
Shaurya inspected his ear with his pinky, bored out of his mind.
"Yeah, yeah. Heard that one in a thousand novels."
The young master tried to channel Qi, hands glowing red—too slow.
Shaurya's hand blurred.
Not a punch.
Not a palm.
A single extended index finger, sharp and controlled like a divine spear.
It jabbed into the boy's lower abdomen.
CRACK!
The sound echoed like shattering porcelain.
A burst of chaotic Qi erupted from the boy's back, a shockwave blowing a ring of dust outward. His eyes rolled, his foundation collapsing with brutal finality.
"No regrets now," Shaurya said coolly. "Your arrogance ends here."
The young master slumped unconscious.
For a heartbeat, Shaurya stood over him like a war god forged from lightning.
Then—
His expression flipped into sunshine.
Turning to the stunned siblings, he flicked his robe dramatically and posed with exaggerated grandeur.
"I am Shaurya, Sect Master of the Sanatan Flame Sect. I see the spark of potential in both of you. Will you become my disciples?"
The siblings stared at the wrecked fruit cart… the groaning goons… the unconscious young master… then at Shaurya's gleaming, childlike grin.
Was he a hero?
A lunatic?
A divine being?
All of the above?
Shaurya tilted his head, a nervous twitch forming in his smile.
"Don't want to? I mean, I won't force yo—"
THUD!
Both siblings dropped to their knees, heads touching the dirt.
"We disciples greet Master!"
> [Disciples Accepted: 2/10]
+2 Dharma Points
+10 Dharma Points (Bonus: Good Karma)
Shaurya's entire soul vibrated with joy.
"YESSS!" he fist-pumped, nearly jumping. "Thank you, Lord Vishnu!"
The siblings blinked in confusion at his odd antics.
"Ahem." He straightened up, clearing his throat. "Let's go. We still have eight more to find."
On the way into the city, Shaurya nudged the system.
"System, I can't let my disciples wear regular clothes. Give me uniforms. Something… sect-worthy."
> Uniform Pack Purchased — 10 Dharma Points deducted
Item: Unlimited Sanatan Flame Sect Robes
"You're welcome. I have a big heart."
Shaurya's jaw dropped. "This is highway robbery!"
> "No, this is called business "
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They reached a bustling plaza in the heart of the city, packed with young cultivators. Banners flew high above various recruitment stages. Ten sects were actively taking disciples.
"This is the City Sect Recruitment Ceremony," explained the elder sibling. "Our city has ten sects. The highest one is Rank 9."
Shaurya asked, "How many sect ranks are there?"
"Twelve. From Rank 12 to Rank 1. Each has low, mid, and high grades."
The System chimed in.
> "System Sect Rank is calculated differently. Don't worry, you'll know soon."
Shaurya nodded. "Got it. For now, I just need numbers."
While the other sects had grand booths and golden scrolls, Shaurya… picked up a broken table and an old chair from a garbage heap.
He painted his sect name on a torn banner:
> Sanatan Flame Sect
Then, putting on his system-issued sunglasses, he sat like a king beneath a tree, legs crossed, grinning wide.
He grabbed a handmade mic cone and yelled across the square:
> "O people of Blue Stone City! Do you want to change your destiny? Do you desire greatness? Then come join the SANATAN FLAME SECT — Where a new life begins!"
Heads turned.
Nearby sect leaders blinked in confusion.
"Who… the hell is this lunatic?"
Shaurya smirked beneath his shades, confidence radiating like the morning sun.
> The flames of the sect had just begun to rise.
To be Continued.....
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