My Sect Has a Legendary Sports Field

Days blurred into a flurry of activity within the Azure Cloud Sect.

The air, already thick with spiritual energy, now vibrated with the rhythmic clang of hammers, the scrape of stone, and the distant shouts of cultivators. It was the sound of progress, the anthem of a new beginning.

My days were spent observing, learning, and occasionally offering unsolicited (and probably unhelpful) advice to the sect's master builders.

My [Basic Elemental Affinity System (Earth)] hummed gently beneath my skin. I'd spent hours in my room, quietly experimenting, making tiny pebbles levitate a hair's breadth off my table, or subtly smoothing out wrinkles in my bedsheet with a thought.

It wasn't exactly moving mountains, but it was my power, and it felt pretty cool.

My [Minor Kinetic Shield] also provided a comforting, invisible buffer, making me feel less like a squishy target in a world of super-powered martial artists.

My biggest mental preoccupation, however, wasn't my nascent earth powers or the delicious pizza-like flatbreads. It was the name of my new sect.

"Okay, System," I muttered to my dashboard, which currently showed a healthy [Points: 6,086].

"If I'm going to be a Branch Sect Master, I need a name that screams 'awesome,' 'powerful,' and 'definitely not a pizza delivery service.'"

The System, predictably, remained silent. It was still in its "grumpy, but less disappointed" phase, apparently.

"Hmm. How about… 'Alex's Awesome Abode of Awesomeness'?" I mused. "No, too self-indulgent. 'The Grand Order of Super-Powered Pizza Lovers'?" I immediately shook my head.

"Definitely not. Sect Master would probably disown me."

I paced. "Something with 'system' in it, definitely. To remind me of my purpose. 'The Systematic Cultivation Alliance'? Too stiff. 'The Guild of Glorious Gifts'? Sounds like a charity."

Then, it hit me. Like a particularly shiny, perfectly rounded pebble.

"Heavenly System Sect!" I exclaimed aloud. It sounded grand, aspirational, and slightly mysterious, while still being honest about what we were. It implied cosmic origins without getting too metaphysical for these guys.

Plus, it sounded like it belonged in a web novel.

The Sect Master, when I presented it to him during our final briefing, stroked his beard. "Heavenly System Sect," he repeated, tasting the words.

"It certainly has… a certain ring to it. A declaration of purpose, and perhaps, a hint of your unique origins. Very well. The Heavenly System Sect it shall be."

Relief washed over me. Step one: Name the thing. Done.

The day of departure arrived. The Sect Master, accompanied by Lyra, Urg, and Zephyr, stood at the Azure Cloud Sect's grand entrance. Before us, a sturdy caravan of supplies was being loaded, ready for the week-long journey to the new valley.

Beside it stood five cultivators, my first official disciples, hand-picked by the Sect Master himself.

"Alex," the Sect Master said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "These five will be your core. They are skilled, loyal, and eager for this new path. Treat them well. Their growth will reflect upon your leadership."

I nodded, feeling a lump in my throat. This was really happening. I glanced at my new contingent.

First, there was Jian, a tall, slender man with intense, focused eyes. He looked like he meditated more than he blinked. He radiated calm.

Then came Li, a cheerful, perpetually optimistic woman who seemed to be humming even when silent. Her smile was infectious.

Next was Old Man Huo, a grizzled veteran cultivator with a perpetually skeptical expression and a booming laugh. He looked like he'd seen it all.

Fourth was Xiao Mei, a young woman, barely out of her teens, who clutched a small, worn leather-bound book. She seemed shy, but her eyes held a spark of fierce intelligence.

And finally, there was a burly, taciturn man named Fang. He had a permanent scowl and communicated mostly in grunts. He looked like Urg's grumpier, quieter cousin.

"Good luck, Alex," Lyra said, a rare, almost imperceptible hint of a smile on her lips. "I look forward to hearing of the Heavenly System Sect's progress."

Urg just grunted. "Don't get into trouble, boy. And don't waste your 'fairy dust' on useless things."

"See you around, Alex!" Zephyr said, waving, still seemingly amused by my existence.

"Alright, everyone!" I announced, trying to sound like a seasoned leader. "Let's get this show on the road! To the Heavenly System Sect!"

The cultivators, to their credit, managed enthusiastic (if slightly confused) cheers.

The journey was… an experience. The caravan rumbled slowly through winding mountain paths and dense forests. I mostly walked, enjoying the feel of the earth under my new, more grounded steps, occasionally nudging a stray rock aside with a casual mental push, just for my own amusement.

My new disciples mostly walked in silence, a respectful distance behind me.

After the first few hours, the silence started to get to me. This wasn't a military escort; this was my future sect! I needed to bond with these guys.

"So," I began, turning to the group, "anyone ever tried… a 'pizza'?"

Blank stares. Jian looked like he was trying to calculate the spiritual energy of a pizza. Li tilted her head, confused but still smiling. Old Man Huo snorted. Fang grunted. Xiao Mei scribbled something in her book.

"Right," I sighed. "New world, new definitions. Okay, what about… the concept of 'queueing'? You know, waiting in an orderly line?"

Old Man Huo chuckled. "Laddiebunch, in the wilds, the quickest to the beast gets the kill. No queues there, I'm afraid."

"But what if there's enough for everyone, and you just want to avoid chaos?" I countered. "Like, for systems? If everyone rushed me, no one would get one efficiently!"

Li giggled. "Oh, that makes sense! For systems, we should definitely queue!"

"See?" I beamed. "Progress!"

A few more hours passed. We were passing through a particularly scenic stretch of forest, with ancient, moss-covered trees.

"You know," I said, pointing at a particularly gnarled tree, "in my old world, we had these things called 'cars.'

They were like carriages, but they moved without beasts, and they were really, really fast. And they sometimes got into 'traffic jams,' where hundreds of them would just… sit there. For hours."

Jian, who had been meditating while walking, opened one eye. "Without beasts? How did they move?"

"Magic… er, technology!" I explained. "And the traffic jams? Oh, they were terrible. You'd just be stuck, listening to terrible 'pop music' on the radio, wishing you were anywhere else."

Old Man Huo frowned. "Why not simply fly over the congestion?"

"Couldn't," I said. "Rules of the road, you know? And no one had cultivation powers like you guys. We relied on… asphalt."

Fang let out a surprisingly loud, derisive grunt. I think that meant "stupid."

Xiao Mei, however, looked up from her book, her eyes bright. "So, your world had its own kind of 'systems,' too? Rules that governed how things moved, how people interacted?"

"Exactly!" I said, delighted. "That's a great way to think about it! My job as a Systems Trader is just bringing new, improved 'systems' to this world. Like a software update for reality!"

Li clapped her hands. "A software update for reality! I like that, Sect Master Alex!"

My chest swelled a little. Sect Master Alex. It had a nice ring to it.

As the sun began to dip towards the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, we finally reached the edge of a vast, unblemished valley.

It was encircled by low, rolling hills, lush with vegetation, and a crystal-clear river snaked through its center. In the distance, a faint, almost imperceptible plume of smoke rose.

"There it is," I said, pointing. "The future site of the Heavenly System Sect."

My five disciples looked on, their faces a mixture of awe and determination. This was their new home, their new path.

And I was their guide, the weird guy who talked about pizza and traffic jams, but could also make rocks move and give people superpowers.

As we descended into the valley, the smoke plume grew clearer. It was from a small encampment, already set up by the Azure Cloud Sect's construction team.

Tents were pitched, fires were lit, and the faint sounds of distant hammering carried on the wind.

But as we drew closer, I noticed something else. Something that hadn't been in the Sect Master's description.

On the far side of the valley, partially obscured by a cluster of particularly tall, ancient-looking trees, was a structure. It wasn't a cultivation building, or a simple hut. It looked… familiar. Too familiar.

It was a dilapidated, overgrown, but unmistakably circular stone structure, with two crumbling stone pillars at either end. And in the center, what looked like a faint, overgrown patch of flattened earth.

My eyes widened. It couldn't be.

As we got closer, my suspicions were confirmed. It was an ancient, crumbling sports field. A field that looked exactly like…

"Is that a Clash-Ball pitch?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. It was rough, broken, completely abandoned, but definitely a pitch.

Old Man Huo squinted.

"Aye, lad. Used to be. Before the last war, this valley was a neutral ground for the 'Great Clash.' Many a powerful warrior clashed on that field. But it's been abandoned for decades. Too dangerous, too many old spirits lingering."

A shiver went down my spine, but it wasn't fear. It was pure, unadulterated excitement. The System. The Sect Master. They hadn't just given me a sect. They'd given me a base of operations right next to an ancient, legendary sports arena.