I Become Sect master In Another World-Chapter 157: An Invitation Written In Ink

Morning sunlight poured over the Sanatan Flame Sect.

Golden rays slid across tiled rooftops, brushed past fluttering banners, and spilled into open courtyards where disciples trained in steady rhythms. Sword qi hummed through the air. Flames rose and faded under controlled breaths. The sect was alive—not chaotic, not tense—but disciplined, confident.

Peaceful.

And strong.

At the highest terrace near the Main Hall, Shaurya stood with his hands behind his back.

His appearance had changed.

He wore a crimson outer robe, deep and calm like settled fire. Beneath it flowed a clean white inner robe, untouched by ornamentation. Black robe pants fell neatly along his legs, secured by a dark belt engraved with a coiling dragon emblem—simple, but commanding. Around his neck rested an OM-shaped silver necklace, faintly glowing, warm against his chest.

His hair had grown longer.

Jet black strands fell naturally toward his forehead, slightly messy, framing his face in a relaxed Korean-style sweep. The wind lifted it gently, making him look nothing like a battle-hardened cultivator—and yet impossible to mistake for an ordinary man.

Calm. Grounded. Unshakable.

Shaurya’s gaze moved lazily across the sect grounds.

Two years of peace.

Two years of recovery.

Two years of quiet strength.

Then—

A ripple passed through the outer formation.

Not hostile.

Not urgent.

But formal.

Shaurya’s eyes shifted toward the sky.

From beyond the sect gates, two powerful auras approached together, steady and controlled. Disciples paused their training instinctively. Elders looked up.

A moment later—

Two figures descended from the sky.

The first wore royal robes embroidered with golden dragons, his posture relaxed but naturally commanding. His presence carried the weight of authority earned through rule, not intimidation.

King Tian Long.

Beside him landed a middle-aged man in city lord attire, his aura gentler but refined, eyes sharp with intelligence and care.

The City Lord of this region.

The moment their feet touched the ground, disciples bowed respectfully.

Shaurya stepped forward.

No rush. No arrogance. No exaggerated gestures.

He stopped a few steps away and inclined his head slightly.

"Your Majesty," Shaurya said calmly.

"City Lord."

King Tian Long laughed heartily.

"Haha! So this is the famous Sanatan Flame Sect’s master in his natural habitat," he said, eyes sweeping over Shaurya with clear approval. "You look healthier than the rumors."

Shaurya smiled lightly. "Thanks to proper rest and good people."

The City Lord, however, had already moved forward.

His gaze locked onto a familiar figure standing among the elders.

"...Yue’er?"

Lin Shu turned.

Her eyes widened slightly.

"Father."

For a second, the dignified city lord froze.

Then his expression cracked.

Shock. Joy. Disbelief.

"You..." he stepped closer, scanning her aura carefully. "Nascent Soul... level nine?"

Lin Shu smiled softly. "Yes."

The city lord sucked in a sharp breath, then laughed—a laugh filled with pride he didn’t bother hiding.

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Truly good!"

He placed a hand on her shoulder, voice thick. "You’ve grown stronger than I ever imagined."

Lin Shu bowed her head slightly. "It’s because of the sect... and Master."

The city lord turned toward Shaurya, eyes filled with gratitude and awe.

"Master Shaurya," he said sincerely, "thank you for taking care of my daughter."

Shaurya waved it off casually. "She worked hard herself."

King Tian Long clapped his hands once.

"Alright, alright," he said cheerfully. "Family reunion later. Business first."

Shaurya gestured toward the Main Hall.

"Please," he said. "Let’s talk inside."

The hall was quiet and dignified.

Sunlight streamed through high windows, illuminating engraved pillars and flame-patterned banners. Everyone took their seats.

King Tian Long leaned back comfortably, clearly at ease.

"First," he said, voice turning sincere, "congratulations."

Shaurya raised an eyebrow slightly.

"For the secret realm," Tian Long continued. "Not just surviving—but returning with everyone intact. That alone is worthy of praise."

Shaurya inclined his head. "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Tian Long waved his hand dismissively. "Enough formalities."

Then his expression sharpened—just a little.

"There’s another reason I’m here."

Shaurya looked attentive.

"A week from now," Tian Long said, "the Ink–Moon Kingdom will host a Poetry Competition."

Shaurya blinked.

"...Poetry?" 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

For the first time since the meeting began, genuine confusion crossed his face.

Tian Long nodded seriously.

"Yes. Poetry."

Seeing Shaurya’s expression, he chuckled.

"I know what you’re thinking. But don’t underestimate it."

He leaned forward.

"The Ink–Moon Kingdom specializes in literature, culture, and Dao expression through words. Their king—my good friend," he paused, then smirked, "and rival—takes great pride in it."

Shaurya listened quietly.

"They’ve invited cultivators and representatives from three kingdoms," Tian Long continued. "Sect masters. Clan heads. Scholars. Cultivators who believe words can shake the heavens."

He grinned suddenly, fire blazing in his eyes.

"So naturally—"

"I want you to win."

The hall went silent.

Then Tian Long burst out laughing.

"Hahaha! I want to crush him in his own specialty! Imagine his face when my representative wins his precious competition!"

Shaurya stared.

Then slowly rubbed his temple.

...He’s serious.

This isn’t revenge.

This isn’t strategy.

He genuinely wants to troll his friend.

Tian Long wiped a tear from his eye and turned serious again.

"So, Shaurya," he said, eyes sharp and expectant, "will you represent our kingdom?"

Shaurya smiled faintly.

"Of course," he said. "I’d be honored."

Then he paused.

"But... is this a disciples’ competition? Or—"

Tian Long shook his head immediately.

"Everyone can participate," he said firmly.

"Most sect masters and clan leaders will take part."

Shaurya’s eyes lit up.

"So," he asked slowly, "I can participate too?"

Tian Long nodded without hesitation.

"Yes. Of course."

"If you don’t represent us, then who will?"

He leaned forward, voice confident.

"I trust only you."

Shaurya smiled—calm, assured.

"Then don’t worry," he said.

"I won’t let you down."

King Tian Long laughed loudly once more.

"Good!"

The invitation had been delivered.

The atmosphere inside the Sanatan Flame Sect gradually relaxed.

Formal discussions faded into casual conversation as King Tian Long rose from his seat, curiosity clearly burning in his eyes. Instead of immediately leaving, he gestured toward the open hall doors.

"Since I’m already here," he said with a grin, "why don’t you show me your sect properly, Sect Master Shaurya?"

Shaurya smiled faintly.

"Of course."

They stepped out into the sunlight.

Walking Through the Sect

The inner sect was alive.

Disciples trained in pairs across wide courtyards. Sword qi flashed and vanished in controlled arcs. Some practiced flame techniques, others refined footwork beneath the guidance of elders. There was no chaos—only rhythm.

King Tian Long walked slowly, hands behind his back, observing everything with sharp eyes.

"Well-organized. Disciplined," he muttered. "And not stiff."

He glanced at Shaurya.

"You didn’t build this with fear."

Shaurya shrugged lightly.

"Fear breaks easily."

The City Lord walked a few steps behind them, his gaze drifting until it stopped on a young woman laughing softly among disciples.

"Xu Ran..." he murmured.

He hesitated, then turned to Shaurya.

"Sect Master," the City Lord said carefully, "may I take my daughter to visit her mother for a few days?"

Shaurya stopped walking.

He turned immediately.

"City Lord," he said calmly, "before my disciples—she is your daughter."

He smiled.

"You don’t need my permission."

The City Lord froze for a heartbeat.

Then bowed deeply.

"Thank you."

King Tian Long watched this exchange carefully.

Very carefully.

Then he let out a low whistle.

"Wow..." he said. "Leader Shaurya, I’ve seen countless kings, sect masters, and rulers."

He looked Shaurya up and down.

"But you are truly different from all of them."

Shaurya raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

King Tian Long smiled broadly.

"The woman who marries you," he said sincerely, "will surely have the luck of the heavens."

Shaurya chuckled softly.

A few steps away—

Lin Shu heard everything.

She stiffened.

Her face heated instantly.

She lowered her head, pretending to focus on nothing in particular, while her cheeks turned a deep, unmistakable crimson.

King Tian Long burst out laughing.

A deep, booming laugh that echoed through the courtyard, filled with ease and mischief. He stepped closer and patted Shaurya’s back firmly, the way an elder pats someone he genuinely approves of.

"So," the king said, voice playful but curious,

"mighty Sect Leader Shaurya... do you have anyone in your heart?"

His eyes gleamed.

"A man like you—strong, special, a genius—"

he chuckled,

"you probably have a big harem, don’t you?"

The words landed lightly.

But the reaction was anything but.

A few steps away—

Lin Shu’s head snapped up.

Her eyes widened.

Her breath caught.

The world seemed to slow for just a heartbeat.

Shaurya didn’t answer immediately.

He closed his eyes.

A faint smile touched his lips—not amusement, not embarrassment—but something deeper. A smile born of understanding.

He sighed softly, as if releasing a thought he had carried for a long time.

Then he took a few slow steps forward.

The courtyard quieted.

Shaurya turned around.

His expression was calm.

Not smiling in laughter.

But smiling with wisdom.

"King Tian Long," Shaurya said evenly, his voice neither loud nor soft,

"I know."

The king blinked slightly.

"I know that strong people," Shaurya continued,

"special people... geniuses... sect leaders... elders... kings..."

His gaze was steady.

"Most of them keep harems."

A pause.

"They call it love."

Another pause—longer this time.

"But most of the time," Shaurya said, his tone unchanging,

"it is nothing more than lust."

The courtyard felt still.

"Women become objects," he continued.

"Even if those men say they love every woman in their harem... even if they are willing to sacrifice themselves for them..."

He shook his head faintly.

"That is still not love."

King Tian Long’s eyes slowly widened.

Shaurya lifted his gaze toward the sky.

Above them, a cherry blossom petal drifted.

Carried gently by the wind.

Spinning.

Falling.

Shaurya raised his hand.

His index finger bent slightly.

As if guiding fate itself.

The petal descended—

And landed perfectly on his fingertip.

He held it delicately between his index and middle finger.

Then he spoke again.

"Love," Shaurya said quietly,

"is not something you can divide between multiple women."

"It cannot be shared."

"No matter how beautifully you justify it—"

"that is lust."

He turned slowly.

And looked at Lin Shu.

Her heart slammed against her chest.

"Attachment," Shaurya continued, eyes fixed on her,

"is something you can feel toward anything you like."

"Love is not that."

The petal trembled slightly between his fingers.

"Love," he said softly,

"is unconditional."

"It is not between two people."

"It is between two souls."

His gaze didn’t waver.

"And my thread," he said calmly,

"is already connected."

Lin Shu’s face flushed instantly.

Crimson spread from her cheeks to her ears.

She couldn’t look away.

King Tian Long followed Shaurya’s gaze.

He looked at Lin Shu.

And understood.

Around them—

Disciples exchanged glances.

Soft smiles appeared.

Some nodded knowingly.

Elder Liya glanced toward Elder Wan.

Their eyes met.

They both smiled.

King Tian Long closed his eyes.

He inhaled deeply.

Then exhaled slowly.

And laughed.

Not loudly this time.

But warmly.

"As expected of you," he said, opening his eyes.

"Sect Master Shaurya."

His voice carried genuine admiration.

"That wisdom alone is enough to win any competition."

He nodded.

"That’s why I trusted you."

Shaurya smiled faintly.

"You flatter me, King."

King Tian Long laughed again and threw an arm over Shaurya’s shoulder, pulling him forward.

"Come," he said cheerfully.

"Let’s keep walking."

They moved away together, voices fading as they talked like old friends.

Behind them—

Lin Shu stood frozen.

Her face still burning.

Her heart still racing.

Elder Liya stepped beside her and leaned close, a teasing smile on her lips.

"Well?" she whispered.

"Seems your thread was tied long ago."

Lin Shu covered her face instantly.

"E–Elder Liya...!"

Elder Liya laughed softly and patted her shoulder.

"You deserve it."

Lin Shu peeked through her fingers.

And smiled.

To be continued...