The moment the Sect Assistance Module came online—
Su Wan did not announce it.Did not celebrate.Did not even blink.
She simply sat by the window, quietly watching her phone as the interface unfolded layer by layer.
No dazzling lights.No dramatic effects.
Only a single line of text:
— Bind to Sect: Mortal Sect?
She tapped Confirm.
In the next instant—
The entire Mortal Sect felt… different.
Not a surge of spiritual energy.Not a breakthrough.
But as if an invisible force had gently lifted the sect from beneath.
A subtle change.
Yet profound.
Trial Forest
Shen Yan was practicing his blade.
One strike.Two strikes.Three.
Then he suddenly froze.
Every angle of his attack…
Was being remembered.
Not corrected.Not forced.
Recorded.
When his movement was flawed, spiritual energy dispersed naturally.When his movement was precise, spiritual energy lingered and stabilized.
It felt—
As if heaven and earth themselves were taking notes for him.
Shen Yan's grip tightened.
"…What is this?"
No one answered.
But deep down—
He knew this was not imagination.
Guidance Chamber – Inner Palace
The former palace attendant sat with a newly recruited maid.
The girl's breathing was chaotic.Her mind restless.Unable to calm down.
Normally, it would take at least fifteen minutes.
But this time—
Less than ten breaths.
The maid suddenly exhaled sharply.
Her shoulders loosened.Her pulse steadied.
"I… I'm fine?"
The attendant stared in shock.
She hadn't changed anything.
Yet her guidance effect had been silently amplified.
Outside the Imperial City
A newly admitted mortal cultivator sat cross-legged, attempting to sense spiritual energy.
Previously—
Three attempts was his limit.
Today—
Fourth attempt.Fifth.Sixth.
His eyes snapped open, filled with disbelief.
"Do I… actually have talent?"
Someone beside him laughed softly.
"No."
"This is the sect carrying you."
Lecture Hall Entrance
The visitor from the Immortal Realm stood silently.
Eyes closed.
Senses extended.
Moments later—
His eyes flew open.
Pupils contracting.
"This isn't a formation…" he whispered.
"It isn't a law of heaven…"
"It's…"
His voice turned hoarse.
"Sharing."
In that moment—
He finally grasped the true terror of the Mortal Sect.
Its greatest weapon was not kindness.
Not peace.
But this:
One person's correctness became everyone's foundation.
And in the Immortal Realm—
That principle was absolutely forbidden.
Immortal Realm – Hall of Balance
The Star Compass trembled violently.
But this time—
It did not drift.
It resonated.
"What's happening?!"
"Collective cultivation efficiency in the lower realm is rising!"
"Across the board?!"
Voices erupted in alarm.
The Immortal Arbiter's expression darkened completely.
"They're bypassing talent selection…"
"They're flattening disparities…"
"They're making effort itself more efficient."
Silence fell.
Then—
Rage.
"This cannot be allowed!"
"If all mortals can cultivate…"
"What remains of the Immortal Realm's superiority?!"
The command was issued immediately.
That Night – Mortal Sect Perimeter
Three figures arrived.
One claimed to be a wandering cultivator.One claimed to be a victim of cultivation backlash.One claimed admiration for the Mortal Sect's ideals.
Their cultivation levels were unremarkable.
Their auras restrained.
But Su Wan's phone—
Exploded with a blood-red warning the instant they stepped into sect territory.
[Threat Detected: Sect-Destabilization Targets][Method: Internal Collapse / Ideological Contamination][Recommended Response: Exposure – NOT Elimination]
Su Wan narrowed her eyes slightly.
"…So that's your move."
"No frontal assault."
"Dirty tactics."
Xiao Xuanyin turned toward her.
"Do we remove them?"
Su Wan smiled faintly.
"No."
"Let's give them a chance."
A dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.
"I want them to expose themselves."
Trial Forest – Same Night
Shen Yan stood before a group of newly admitted disciples.
His voice steady.
"Remember this."
"In the Mortal Sect, the most important thing is not your cultivation level."
"It's whether…"
He paused, gaze firm.
"You are willing to let others become better too."
The words echoed.
And in that very instant—
The Sect Assistance Module recorded them completely.
Then silently synchronized them—
Across every disciple bound to the sect.
Distance – Under the Night Sky
The Immortal visitor watched everything.
His expression unreadable.
Then, softly—
Almost like a sigh:
"You're raising…"
"…a monster."
Above the Mortal Sect—
The night deepened.
The wind stirred.
And a true game of realms—
Had just begun.