The Invincible Sect Leader

The first night after training in the chaotic valley, Xie Yun, Luo Feng, and Yan Rui barely moved from their meditation spots. Their bodies still trembled from the overwhelming energy surging within them, but their cultivation had improved at a rate they had never imagined.

Chan Li watched them from atop a stone platform, his expression unreadable.

"Too slow," he muttered.

They had talent, but talent alone was not enough to create monsters who could shake the cultivation world. The Heavenly Mystical Sect was not meant to be just another minor sect it was destined to stand above the heavens.

And that meant training them beyond the limits of ordinary cultivators.

The First Pillars of the Sect's Teachings

The next morning, the three disciples gathered before Chan Li, their faces still pale from exhaustion.

"Master," Luo Feng bowed, his tone more respectful than before. "Thank you for granting us this opportunity."

Xie Yun and Yan Rui followed his lead. They understood now Chan Li's training was brutal, but it brought results.

Chan Li nodded.

"From now on, your training will not only be about strengthening your cultivation, but about forging the pillars of the Heavenly Mystical Sect."

"Sect pillars?" Yan Rui asked, confused.

"A sect is not just about power," Chan Li said. "It is about knowledge, strategy, and legacy."

He turned to them and pointed at each one.

"Xie Yun, you will refine the path of Tai Chi cultivation." "Your constitution allows you to balance divine and demonic energy. If mastered, this will become the Heavenly Mystical Sect's signature technique."

"Luo Feng, your body is weak now, but that will change. You will develop our sect's martial foundation, combining strength and adaptability."

"Yan Rui, your Celestial Ice Phoenix Constitution is extremely rare. Your role is to refine our sect's connection to unique physiques and rare techniques."

Each disciple's path was set.

Refining the Sect's Techniques. Chan Li's next step was to test their adaptability.

First Test: Survive the Array of Eternal Storms

Chan Li led his disciples to the depths of the hidden realm, where an ancient ruin lay buried.

The area was surrounded by a powerful storm array winds howling like spirits, lightning cracking through the sky. The energy within this formation was wild and deadly.

"Enter," Chan Li commanded.

Luo Feng hesitated.

"Master… we don't have protection talismans or defensive artifacts."

Chan Li smirked.

"That is why this is a test."

The moment they stepped in BOOM!

Winds tore at their robes, cutting into their skin.

Lightning crackled, shocking them with immense spiritual force.

The ground shifted, making it hard to even stand.

This was no ordinary training ground.

But Xie Yun closed his eyes and began using his Tai Chi cultivation to balance the energy around him. Slowly, the winds no longer felt sharp, the lightning no longer threatened his core.

Luo Feng, though struggling, gritted his teeth and pushed through the pain, adjusting his stance to absorb the force of the wind rather than resist it.

Yan Rui, feeling the cold energy hidden within the storm, allowed her Celestial Ice Phoenix bloodline to react. She extended her hand and frozen wind gathered around her fingers, forming a protective aura.

Chan Li watched with approval.

"Not bad."

They had adapted. And that was the first step toward greatness.

Forging the Sect's First Martial Technique

After surviving the storm array, Chan Li summoned his disciples to a secluded mountain peak within the hidden realm.

"A sect's power is measured by its techniques," he said.

"From today, we will create our own."

He turned to Luo Feng.

"Strike me."

Luo Feng's eyes widened.

"Master, I....."

"Strike."

Luo Feng clenched his fists and channeled all his strength into a fist technique he had learned from the Luo Clan. He launched forward, his punch aiming directly at Chan Li's chest.

Before it could land, Chan Li barely moved.

A single wave of his sleeve, and Luo Feng was sent flying back, crashing into the ground.

Luo Feng coughed, his arms numb.

"Too rigid," Chan Li said. "A true martial technique must be adaptable, flexible, and capable of countering any attack."

He demonstrated with a single motion. His hands flowed like water, then snapped like thunder—a perfect combination of softness and power.

"This is the foundation of our martial techniques—Heavenly Flow Combat Arts. It takes the adaptability of Tai Chi and fuses it with explosive power."

Luo Feng's eyes burned with excitement.

"I will master it, Master!"

"Good. You have one week."

Luo Feng's face paled. One week?!

Sect Formation & Plans for the Future. As the sun set, the disciples sat in meditation, each reflecting on their training.

Xie Yun continued refining his Tai Chi cultivation, balancing energies better than ever before.

Luo Feng practiced the Heavenly Flow Combat Arts, adapting his movements to create a seamless combination of offense and defense.

Yan Rui experimented with her Celestial Ice Phoenix abilities, learning to control cold winds.

Chan Li stood at the peak of the mountain, arms crossed.

The sect was still in its infancy, but its foundation was growing stronger every day.

"The world will soon take notice."

But before they could reveal themselves to the outside world, Chan Li knew they needed one final thing

A true sect headquarters.

The Heavenly Mystical Sect would not remain hidden forever. It was time to establish its presence.