I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

Two days later, Ye Qiao finished copying all the books. Xue Yu and Ming Xuan were not involved in this matter, so Steward Yu did not make things difficult for them and waved for them to leave.

Only Ye Qiao, the person involved, was left behind.

"Have you copied everything?"

"I've copied it all." She slumped her head, feeling completely drained.

Manager Yu glanced at the book, then his lips twitched. He had to admit that Ye Qiao's handwriting was simply awe-inspiring and utterly appalling.

But he had no other choice, so he could only find a few more disciples with beautiful handwriting to copy it again another day.

He glanced at Ye Qiao. "Come with me."

Ye Qiao followed as instructed. Manager Yu followed the long, revolving building all the way to the third floor. The talisman books that had been messed up before were now neatly arranged. After placing the missing books on the bookshelf, he squatted down and pulled out a few tattered scrolls from somewhere.

The yellowed pages looked fragile and thin. Elder Yu carefully picked up the scroll and said in a deep voice, "How about I help you out, little girl?"

Ye Qiao wisely declined, instead asking, "What kind of help?" This was a kind of help that most people couldn't really do, and she didn't want to take on unnecessary trouble. She'd rather go to sleep than waste her time on it.

Elder Yu was speechless for a moment because of her cautious attitude.

He finally understood that this kid didn't play by the rules at all. The other disciples would have readily agreed to such a thing without asking so many questions.

"These scrolls were left by our Changming Sect's founder for future generations to study," he said. "They contain many ancient alchemical formulas."

As Ye Qiao listened to his endless rambling, seemingly still reminiscing about the glorious days of the Changming Sect, she had to interrupt him, "Elder, what do you want to do with me? I should be asleep by now."

Elder Yu, who was interrupted again, glared at her unhappily. "Our ancestor was one of the few in the entire cultivation world who could cultivate both sword and pill cultivation simultaneously."

"The fragments of scrolls he left behind would be fought over by cultivators from all walks of life if they were released casually."

Ye Qiao: "Oh."

Elder Yu said, "Since you were able to memorize the scrolls in the recording stone, then the ancient fragments should be no problem for you, right?"

Ye Qiao, who had been appointed to this critical mission, frowned and couldn't help but remind him, "Elder, I am a human, not a god."

If she read through all those ancient fragments, wouldn't her sea of ​​consciousness be completely drained?

Steward Yu pondered for a moment, then asked, "...So what do you mean?"

"Reading is fine, but it'll cost extra." She said seriously, "After all, my sleep time is very precious."

The mention of money darkened Elder Yu's face. Didn't she know the state of Changming Sect? They were so poor they couldn't even afford to eat, yet they still needed money.

"I can give you a bottle of pills." After thinking for a moment, considering that Ye Qiao was a rather rebellious person, he was worried that she would give up her responsibilities, so he reluctantly offered his help.

As the manager of the library and also concurrently the manager of the Danfeng Dange, he still had the right to allocate some sect pills.

Ye Qiao's smile vanished, and she waved her hand, "Fine, I choose to give up."

She hates studying the most, unless you pay her.

If she has no money, what use is a bottle of pills to her?

"I'm going to sleep," the girl said, turning to leave.

"Wait." Seeing that she was about to leave, Steward Yu panicked and hurriedly added, "Add two more bottles."

Ye Qiao yawned, looking lazy. "Forget it, I'd rather take another nap."

Steward Yu gritted his teeth: "Come back."

He gradually realized that this little brat would never give in easily unless he offered him something valuable.

"As long as you copy these ancient books word for word, you can choose any elixir from the medicine pavilion."

This is already the biggest concession the stingy Changming Sect has made.

Ye Qiao decisively stopped in her tracks and revealed a bright smile: "Deal."

Manager Yu: "..." He had a strange feeling that he had been tricked.

The ancient scroll was too fragile for any of them to open easily; it would turn to ashes in the time it takes to brew a cup of tea if opened.

Ye Qiao had no such concerns. She probed the area with her divine sense, and when she opened her eyes again amidst the dizziness, the scene before her gradually became unfamiliar. Looking at the furnishings around her, they were also from the library, but they were far less luxurious than they were now.

She approached and saw an old man refining elixirs.

He kept muttering to himself.

"Artemisia, Ningyou flower... Sigh. The dogs in the clan are starving to death and they're still thinking about alchemy." He put his hands on his hips and sneered twice. "When this old man has money, I'll go home and feed the pigs."

Ye Qiao: "..." I didn't expect that the patriarch of Changming Sect would have such a good idea.

To be honest, if it weren't for the circumstances, she would also like to go home and raise pigs.

Although the old man muttered to himself, his hands never stopped moving. He condensed the pill, controlled the fire, and selected the spiritual plants, all in one smooth motion.

Finally, he cast a complex incantation with his hands, and the golden floating pill seal floated into the pill furnace. After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the lid of the pill furnace was lifted, and white steam rose up all around. The pills lying in the pill furnace were all round and smooth, very pleasing to the eye.

Ye Qiao sat cross-legged beside him, observing every step of the other party's alchemy process, and carefully memorizing the hand gestures of the incantation seal before stepping away.

After reading this tattered scroll, her mind went blank.

I also feel nauseous and want to vomit.

Ye Qiao snapped out of her daze, looked down and realized she was bleeding from her nose again. She silently wiped away the blood, thought for a moment, picked up her pen and began copying down the pill formula. It wasn't hard to remember, and each time the pill was refined, a character would demonstrate it, just like watching TV, which was much easier than memorizing a book.

A moment later, she raised her voice and said, "It's finished."

"key."

Ye Qiao reached out her hand to him for the key to the Pill Pavilion. The girl's face was a little pale after this trip, but her spirits were still excellent. Manager Yu tossed her the key, probably worried that she might die suddenly, and even had a change of heart and reminded her, "You should go to sleep after you're done shopping."

Ye Qiao ate a spirit-replenishing pill given to her by Xue Yu and slowly walked out of the library.

go to bed?

She's not going to sleep; she's going to go fleece people.

The pills in Danfeng were so numerous that they were dazzling. Although Ye Qiao had read many fragments of the scrolls, she still only had a superficial understanding of pills.

But it didn't matter, she didn't understand, but Xue Yu did. So Ye Qiao excitedly ran to Xue Yu's residence and knocked on the door.

"Third Senior Brother, let's go to Dan Peak."

The girl tilted her head back, her face slightly pale, with traces of blood still on the tip of her nose, which she wiped away nonchalantly.

Giving up doesn't mean she won't improve.

The saying "If you fall behind, you will be bullied" is always relevant.

Xue Yu looked at her, who seemed to be wandering like a ghost, and his lips twitched.

What is this? Is it someone dressed as a female ghost?

"What are you doing going to Danfeng so late at night?"

Ye Qiao blinked a little shyly, "Manager Yu gave me the key to the medicine pavilion, saying that to thank me for copying the incomplete scroll for him, I can take any pills in the medicine pavilion I want."

Xue Yu raised his eyebrows. It was rare to see such a stingy person plucking feathers. "No problem. Senior brother will take you to pick some. Let's rip him off." Pill cultivation was the most profitable profession, and Manager Yu definitely had plenty of good stuff.

After obtaining the key to the Dan Pavilion, the two senior and junior siblings rushed over and specifically picked out the most expensive items.

"This can replenish spiritual energy."

"This can treat wounds."

"And this..."

The two were like Japanese soldiers entering a village, looting only the valuables.