Reincarnated With a Million Multiplies System

The sky above Void Horizon's stronghold had darkened further, an omen of the coming storm. Thunder rumbled in the distance, its low growl reverberating through the air like the growl of a beast waiting to strike. Yet even in the midst of such unsettling foreboding, it was the tension within the walls of Void Horizon that weighed most heavily on Yang Yu's mind. The war with the external enemies—the united sects of the Sky Reaching Sect, Thunderclap Clan, and Crimson Flame Sect—was just around the corner. But something much more dangerous had already begun to take root within his sect: rebellion. And that rebellion wasn't just confined to the lower ranks of the disciples. It was growing in the hearts of his most trusted.

Yang Yu stood before the massive stone table in the war room, his hands pressed firmly on the cold surface. His eyes scanned the maps spread out before him, tracing the positions of the enemy forces. But his mind wasn't on the strategy anymore. The map beneath his hands blurred as his thoughts drifted to the treachery festering within the sect. The whispers of rebellion had become more than just rumors; they were tangible, real, and they were spreading like wildfire.

The fire had been kindled by Xiao Mei—his once-trusted disciple, who had now become a symbol of ambition and challenge to his authority. Her suggestion of a council had been the spark. Since then, others had begun to follow her lead, planting seeds of dissent among the disciples. Those who had once been loyal to him now questioned his leadership, wondering if he had become too harsh, too distant, too controlling. The purge had created fear, but it had also left scars—scars that were now threatening to tear the sect apart.

Yang Yu had always believed that fear was a tool—a means of maintaining order and control. But now, he was beginning to see that fear alone wasn't enough. Loyalty could not be bought with fear. It had to be earned, nurtured, and protected. But how could he protect it when even his closest allies seemed to be slipping away from him?

The door to the war room creaked open, and Zhen Xiu stepped inside, his expression grave. "Master, the preparations are complete. The enemy forces are closing in, and our scouts report that their army is larger than anticipated. They will reach the outer borders of Void Horizon's territory within two days."

Yang Yu didn't immediately respond. His thoughts were still consumed by the growing unrest within his own walls. "Master," Zhen Xiu said again, his voice softer this time, "we need your leadership. The disciples look to you for guidance. We cannot afford to be divided in the face of this threat."

Yang Yu looked up at him, his eyes steely. "I know," he said, his voice heavy with both resolve and frustration. "But how can I lead them when some of them are already plotting behind my back? How can I fight a war on two fronts—against our enemies and within our own walls?"

Zhen Xiu's expression softened. "Master, I understand your concerns. But now is not the time for division. The enemy is strong, and they will not show mercy. We need to focus on that, on survival. Once this war is over, we can deal with the internal conflicts."

Yang Yu's fists clenched at his sides. Zhen Xiu was right, of course. The external threat was real, and Void Horizon's survival depended on their ability to stand united in the face of it. But unity was a fragile thing, and as much as Yang Yu hated to admit it, the cracks in the foundation of Void Horizon were already too wide to ignore.

"Prepare the disciples," Yang Yu said finally, his voice calm but cold. "We will fight. We will win. But once this war is over, I will deal with the treachery within. I won't allow it to go unchecked any longer."

Zhen Xiu nodded solemnly and turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he paused. "Master," he said quietly, "Xiao Mei's ambition… it's growing. She's not the only one questioning your leadership. Some of the disciples are beginning to see her as a leader, a symbol of change."

Yang Yu's heart skipped a beat. "She's playing a dangerous game," he muttered, his voice cold with fury. "And she'll regret it. I'll deal with her personally."

Zhen Xiu hesitated, as though weighing his words. "Master, we cannot afford to be blind to the consequences of this. If we show weakness—if we allow this rebellion to grow—it will destroy us from within. You must act swiftly, or risk losing everything."

Yang Yu stood motionless for a moment, the weight of Zhen Xiu's words settling over him like a suffocating blanket. He knew Zhen Xiu was right. The rebellion had taken root, and it would not be easily quelled. The time for action had come—not just against the external forces, but against the growing threat within his own ranks.

"Gather the council," Yang Yu said finally, his voice firm with authority. "It's time to make our stand."

The war for Void Horizon's future was about to begin, and Yang Yu knew that the first battle would not be fought on the battlefield—it would be fought in the shadows, within the very heart of the sect.

As the days wore on, the preparations for battle continued. The disciples drilled tirelessly, honing their skills in preparation for the coming fight. There was a palpable sense of urgency in the air—every disciple knew that their survival depended on this battle. But even as they trained, there was an undercurrent of unease. The rebellion simmered beneath the surface, and Yang Yu knew that it was only a matter of time before it erupted into something far more dangerous.

Xiao Mei had become a central figure in the growing discontent, her words spreading like wildfire among the disciples. She had begun to speak openly about the need for change, for a new structure within Void Horizon. She had even begun to gather a following, a faction of disciples who shared her vision of a more egalitarian sect, where power was distributed among those who had proven their worth. Some saw her as a symbol of hope, a leader who would guide them to a future where their voices mattered. Others, however, feared her ambition and saw her as a threat to Yang Yu's absolute rule.

Yang Yu knew that the time for subtlety had passed. He could no longer afford to allow this rebellion to grow unchecked. The seeds of discord had already been planted, and now, he had to decide whether he would destroy them before they could take root—or risk losing everything he had fought so hard to build.

That night, as the wind howled outside the walls of the stronghold, Yang Yu convened a secret council. Zhen Xiu, Xiao Mei, and a handful of his most trusted disciples gathered in the dimly lit war room. The air was thick with anticipation, and the weight of what was about to unfold hung heavily over them all.

Yang Yu stood at the head of the table, his gaze cold and unyielding. "It is time to act," he said, his voice carrying the weight of finality. "The enemy is nearly upon us, but the true battle is already underway. We have a rebellion on our hands, and it will be crushed."

Xiao Mei looked at him, her expression unreadable, but the faintest flicker of something—doubt?—crossed her face. Yang Yu could see it, and it only hardened his resolve.

"This sect was built by my hand, and it will remain under my control. No one—not even you, Xiao Mei—will take it from me."

The room fell into tense silence. The rebellion was not just a threat to his leadership—it was a threat to everything he had built, everything he had sacrificed. And Yang Yu was prepared to do whatever it took to ensure its survival.

He turned his gaze to the rest of the council. "Prepare the disciples. We will fight the external enemy with all our might. But once that battle is won, I will turn my attention to the real threat within our walls."

The room was still, as if the very air held its breath. The rebellion was coming, and no one—not even those closest to him—would be safe from the consequences.

To be continued...

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