Yun Shaoyun sat cross-legged in the training courtyard, his body still aching from the grueling session Elder Xue had put him through. The Elemental Body Technique was no joke—his muscles felt like they had been crushed and rebuilt, but at the same time, there was a strange lightness in his body. He could feel power beginning to stir, but it was still far from being under his control.

As he wiped sweat from his brow, Elder Xue, who stood a short distance away with his usual composed expression, spoke.

“You should understand the structure of the Violent Sword Sect, now that you are part of it,” he said. “It is important to know where you stand.”

Yun Shaoyun straightened up, his curiosity piqued. He had barely learned anything about the sect since arriving. All he knew was that it was a middle-grade sect, neither the weakest nor the strongest in this world.

Elder Xue folded his hands behind his back. “The Violent Sword Sect is led by Sect Leader Bai Tianhao, a man who reached the peak of the Core Formation Realm years ago. Beneath him is the Vice Leader, Elder Qin Wu, who manages the sect’s day-to-day affairs.”

Yun Shaoyun committed the names to memory. These were the two most powerful figures in the sect.

“There are seven elders in total, each in charge of different divisions. I am one of them, responsible for overseeing combat training and physical cultivation techniques. The other elders specialize in different areas—sword arts, formations, alchemy, and administration.”

Yun Shaoyun nodded, realizing how structured the sect was. “So, in terms of strength, where does our sect stand?”

Elder Xue’s gaze turned sharp. “We are neither the strongest nor the weakest. There are higher-grade sects that stand above us, but within our own tier, we are one of the more respected sects. However, respect is not the same as fear. That is something our sect lacks.”

Yun Shaoyun frowned. “What do you mean?”

Elder Xue’s voice remained calm, but there was a slight edge to it. “Strength determines status. And while our Violent Sword Sect is strong, we lack a true overwhelming force—someone who can make the world fear our name.”

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The words lingered in Yun Shaoyun’s mind. He had no interest in leading a sect, but the idea of being powerful enough to change its fate... that was something worth thinking about.

Elder Xue glanced at him. “You are my third disciple. The first two have already been training under me for years. You will meet them soon.”

As if on cue, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the courtyard. Yun Shaoyun turned to see two figures walking toward him—a young man and a young woman.

The young man was tall and broad-shouldered, his face carrying a sharp, confident expression. His black hair was tied back in a simple knot, and his robe bore faint sword marks, evidence of countless battles fought.

The young woman was slender but carried herself with an undeniable sharpness, her eyes like cold steel. Her long, dark blue hair flowed freely behind her, and there was something almost aristocratic in her posture.

Elder Xue gestured toward them. “This is your First Senior Brother, Luo Feng, and your Second Senior Sister, Mu Qinglan.”

Luo Feng grinned as he looked Yun up and down. “So, this is the new junior brother? You look a little too soft to be under Master’s training.”

Yun Shaoyun twitched. Soft? He had barely survived training, and now he was being insulted?

Mu Qinglan’s gaze was calmer but no less piercing. “If Master accepted him, then he has potential. Whether he can live up to it is another matter.”

Yun Shaoyun sighed inwardly. So these were his fellow disciples. He had hoped they’d be welcoming, but it seemed he would have to prove himself.

Seeing his expression, Luo Feng laughed and clapped Yun on the back—hard. “Don’t take it personally, Junior Brother. We’re just testing you. If you can survive under Master, you’re already better than most.”

Mu Qinglan nodded slightly. “As long as you work hard, you’ll earn your place among us.”

Yun Shaoyun relaxed a little. Though they had been harsh at first, there was no real malice in their words. It seemed that despite their cold exteriors, they were genuine in their own way.

Elder Xue, watching the interaction, finally spoke. “Enough. Luo Feng, Mu Qinglan, guide him through his first month in the sect. Make sure he understands our rules.”

“Yes, Master,” they both responded.

Elder Xue turned to Yun Shaoyun one last time. “Train well. The world does not wait for the weak.”

With that, he left, disappearing into the depths of the sect.

Luo Feng grinned at Yun Shaoyun. “Well, Junior Brother, welcome to the Violent Sword Sect. Try not to die too early.”

Mu Qinglan sighed. “Let’s start with a tour. There’s much you need to know.”

As they walked, Luo Feng and Mu Qinglan began explaining more about the sect. Yun learned that there were seven main stages of cultivation, each divided into three smaller stages:

1. Mortal Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

2. Spirit Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

3. Elemental Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

4. Core Formation Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

5. Nascent Soul Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

6. Void Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

7. Immortal Realm: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced

Yun Shaoyun also got the information about top 5 clans and top 3 sects as he slowly learned all these things, he decided to lay low.

“Understanding these stages is crucial,” Mu Qinglan said. “Each stage represents a significant increase in power and abilities. Advancing through the stages requires not only dedication but also the right resources and guidance.”

Luo Feng nodded. “Our sect has seven elders, each specializing in different areas. And as you know, Elder Xue is our master. The Sect Leader, Bai Tianhao, and the Vice Leader, Elder Qin Wu, are the two most powerful figures in our sect.”

Yun Shaoyun absorbed the information, feeling a mixture of awe and determination. The path ahead was daunting, but he was ready to face it.

For the first time since arriving in this world, he was no longer alone.