I Become Sect master In Another World

Chapter 207 — Rewriting the Standards

The shattered remains of the Heaven Measuring Monument still lay scattered across the ruined training grounds.

Fragments of black stone glimmered faintly beneath drifting spiritual smoke while cracked formation lines spread across the arena floor like scars left behind by a natural disaster. Even now, traces of golden spiritual energy lingered within the air, heavy enough to make weaker disciples unconsciously slow their breathing.

And yet—

Nobody spoke immediately.

The administrators stood frozen near the destroyed platform with expressions that no longer resembled ordinary shock.

This had gone far beyond surprise.

Far beyond expectation.

Because what they had witnessed today completely overturned every standard they had used for sect evaluations throughout their entire careers.

Xu Wen remained silent while slowly looking across the Sanatan Flame Sect once more.

This time—

Not as an evaluator.

But as someone trying to understand what exactly stood before him.

His gaze moved toward the disciples first.

Foundation Builders with absurdly stable foundations.

Core Formation disciples refined beyond reason.

Golden Vein cultivators numerous enough to rival elite sect generations.

Nascent Soul disciples.

Young monsters capable of producing combat output exceeding veteran cultivators far above their realms.

Then—

His eyes shifted toward the elders.

Elder Wan.

Elder Liya.

Lin Shu.

Peak Nascent Soul experts.

And worse—

Not all of the elders had even revealed their full cultivation yet.

Elder Jian Fan alone radiated enough restrained pressure to make Xu Wen instinctively cautious.

Which meant one thing.

There were still hidden depths inside this sect.

Then finally—

Xu Wen’s gaze landed upon Shaurya.

The young sect master stood calmly near the center of the ruined grounds with one hand resting casually inside his coat pocket while the mountain wind moved through the loose strands of his dark hair.

Completely relaxed.

As though destroying a Spirit Lord-grade monument with a raw punch was somehow normal.

Spirit Lord Realm.

Young.

Charismatic.

Followed with absolute loyalty.

Xu Wen slowly exhaled.

This was not a newly risen Level Twelve Sect.

Not even remotely close.

This was something else entirely.

Nearby, the administrators had already gathered together while speaking in hurried low voices.

"The disciples alone already exceed several Level Nine sect standards."

"And the elders..."

One administrator lowered his voice further.

"...Three peak Nascent Souls revealed publicly during an ordinary evaluation."

Another looked toward the shattered monument fragments.

"That sect master..."

His voice sounded strained.

"...How old is he exactly?"

"No older than the kingdom records suggested."

"That makes it worse."

Several administrators exchanged exhausted looks.

Because none of them knew how to classify this situation anymore.

One finally spoke carefully:

"If this report reaches the Dynasty unchanged..."

He paused.

"...the higher regions will definitely investigate."

Another nodded immediately.

"They’ll think we fabricated the numbers."

"Honestly," one muttered tiredly, "I’m starting to wish we had."

Meanwhile—

The Sanatan Flame Sect itself carried an entirely different atmosphere.

The disciples stood gathered behind the elders with visible excitement still lingering across their faces while discussions spread rapidly throughout the rows.

"I could’ve scored higher."

"You say that after watching Master destroy the monument?"

"That’s unrelated."

"Wang Tian definitely started aura posing again after the explosion."

"He was posing before the explosion too."

"That’s fair."

Nearby, Wang Tian folded both arms proudly across his chest.

"I still think my pose after the evaluation was cleaner."

Luo Chen immediately scoffed beside him.

"You literally spread your arms like a peacock seeking validation."

"And yet the disciples respected it."

"They feared you emotionally."

"That still counts."

Even Xiao Rui nodded seriously.

"Aura is aura."

Sheng Lu looked spiritually exhausted.

"You people genuinely need medical assistance."

Not far away, Elder Wan stretched his shoulders lazily before glancing toward Shaurya with a smile.

"So..."

His eyes moved briefly toward the administrators still debating intensely among themselves.

"...what do you think?"

Shaurya shrugged casually.

"Seems like we performed well."

Several disciples nearly exploded laughing hearing that answer.

Elder An Ning sighed deeply while rubbing the side of her forehead.

"That was not ’performing well.’"

Her gaze moved toward the destroyed monument fragments.

"...You shattered government property."

A brief pause followed.

Then she added flatly:

"We are absolutely getting a massive promotion now."

"That sounds expensive," Elder Wan replied honestly.

Nearby, Lin Shu folded her arms quietly while observing the administrators.

"...They’re shaken."

"Good," Wang Tian answered immediately.

Luo Chen grinned beside him.

"I think one of them almost fainted earlier."

"He did," Xiao Rui confirmed proudly.

"I saw it happen."

Meanwhile—

The administrators finally finished their discussion.

One by one, they turned back toward the Sanatan Flame Sect.

And this time—

The atmosphere had changed completely.

Gone was the casual authority they carried upon arriving earlier that morning.

Gone was the detached confidence of officials evaluating a lower-ranked sect.

Now—

Their expressions carried caution.

Respect.

And something deeper beneath both.

Wariness.

Xu Wen slowly stepped forward once more while the mountain winds swept quietly across the ruined training grounds.

His gaze remained fixed on Shaurya.

Then finally—

He spoke.

"...Sect Master Shaurya."

The disciples gradually quieted behind him.

Xu Wen’s voice remained calm.

But noticeably heavier than before.

"We need to discuss the future classification of the Sanatan Flame Sect."

Shaurya looked toward Xu Wen calmly.

Then he stepped forward from the elder rows with both hands resting inside the pockets of his black coat.

"I’m ready."

The disciples behind him immediately straightened again while the administrators quickly reorganized themselves. Several damaged recording scrolls were replaced while one administrator hurriedly unfolded an entirely new golden jade document meant for higher-level sect evaluations.

Even Xu Wen noticed that action.

His expression became slightly more complicated.

Because those records were normally reserved for major sect classifications.

Not newly established kingdoms.

One elderly administrator stepped forward afterward carrying a long silver scroll filled with glowing formation text. A spiritual brush floated beside him automatically, ready to record every answer directly into the official dynasty archives.

The old man adjusted his robes carefully before speaking:

"The Administrative Division will now begin formal sect registration reassessment."

His gaze lifted toward Shaurya.

"Please answer truthfully."

Shaurya nodded once.

Then casually gestured toward Elder Wu beside him.

"Elder Wu handles administration."

The old administrator blinked once before slowly turning toward Elder Wu.

Who immediately stepped forward calmly with his hands folded behind his back.

Compared to the chaotic energy radiating from the younger disciples, Elder Wu looked perfectly composed.

Professional.

Reliable.

Exactly the kind of person administrators trusted instinctively.

The recording elder visibly relaxed slightly.

Good.

Finally someone normal.

Then the questioning began.

"How long ago was the Sanatan Flame Sect founded?"

Elder Wu answered immediately.

"Approximately five and a half years ago."

The spiritual brush paused.

Then resumed writing.

But several administrators had already stiffened again.

Five years.

That answer somehow felt more horrifying after witnessing everything today.

One administrator lowered his voice quietly.

"...That’s impossible."

Another whispered back:

"Not impossible."

His eyes moved toward the destroyed monument fragments.

"...Apparently."

The elder with the scroll continued.

"How many active disciples currently belong to the sect?"

"Five hundred and sixty."

The brush continued writing rapidly.

Several administrators exchanged looks instantly.

That number alone was absurd.

Not because it was large.

Because it was small.

A sect with only five hundred disciples should not possess this level of combat power.

Xu Wen understood the implication immediately.

Every disciple here was being cultivated with extreme focus and resources.

Quality over quantity.

Dangerous.

The questioning continued.

"How many official elders does the sect currently possess?"

Elder Wu answered smoothly.

"Eight."

The administrator nodded while recording.

Then came the next question.

"How many Spirit Lord cultivators currently belong to the Sanatan Flame Sect?"

Silence.

The disciples immediately became quieter.

Even the mountain winds suddenly felt heavier.

The administrator looked up from the scroll.

"...Elder Wu?"

Elder Wu’s expression remained completely calm.

"Three."

The spiritual brush snapped in half.

Complete silence followed instantly.

One administrator physically looked up too fast and nearly strained his neck.

"...Three?"

Another stared blankly.

"THREE Spirit Lords?!"

Even Xu Wen’s composure cracked again.

Because until now—

They had only confirmed Shaurya publicly.

But if there were truly three Spirit Lords inside this sect—

Then the situation had escalated beyond their worst assumptions.

A lower kingdom possessing a sect with three Spirit Lord experts was already enough to destabilize regional power balance entirely.

And somehow—

The Sanatan Flame Sect had hidden it casually.

One administrator spoke slowly:

"...Who are the other two?"

Elder Wu smiled politely.

"Confidential."

That answer emotionally damaged several people immediately.

Xu Wen slowly rubbed the space between his brows.

Of course it was confidential.

Meanwhile, behind the elder rows—

The disciples looked unbelievably proud now.

Wang Tian folded his arms with a grin.

"See?"

Luo Chen nodded seriously.

"We’re terrifying."

Xiao Rui looked toward Sheng Lu emotionally.

"We should print that on banners."

"That is absolutely not happening."

Meanwhile, the questioning continued despite the increasingly strained atmosphere.

The administrator slowly exhaled before asking the next question carefully:

"What is the primary source of the sect’s cultivation resources?"

Elder Wu answered calmly.

"Some resources are acquired through market trade and sect commerce."

The administrator nodded while writing.

"And the remaining resources?"

A brief pause followed.

Then Elder Wu smiled professionally.

"We are not going to answer that."

The administrator blinked.

"...Excuse me?"

"Confidential."

Dead silence.

Even Xu Wen stared at Elder Wu for several seconds.

"...You cannot simply classify your entire resource foundation as confidential."

Elder Wu remained calm.

"We can."

"And why exactly?"

This time—

Shaurya answered personally.

"Because revealing strategic resource channels publicly would be stupid."

Several disciples immediately nodded seriously behind him.

"That’s fair."

"Master is wise."

Even King Tian Long looked away slightly to hide his smile.

Meanwhile, the administrators stood there silently while trying to process everything happening today.

A five-year-old sect.

Five hundred disciples.

Three Spirit Lords.

Peak Nascent Soul elders.

Monsters for disciples.

Enough resources to raise all of them.

And leadership calm enough to answer impossible questions like they were discussing weather.

Xu Wen slowly looked toward Shaurya again.

And for the first time—

He genuinely began wondering whether the Sanatan Flame Sect had already surpassed the kingdom itself.

To Be Continued....