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

Mu Chongxi kicked the door open, and when everyone looked up, they saw six sword cultivators fighting fiercely, while Ye Qiao was mercilessly whipping them from behind.

Mingxuan gradually got the hang of the fun in lying along with them, and would burst into laughter from time to time.

The two of them together didn't look like righteous disciples; they looked more like villains who had gotten their way in a storybook.

The Song family members, bewildered, were taken aback: "...Um, excuse me. Are we here to rescue these poor cultivators from their plight?"

If that's the case, then they would understand why the Changming Sect rushed over in such a hurry.

"Which one is your junior sister and senior brother?" another cultivator asked, looking at Mu Chongxi. "The one who got beaten the worst?"

Mu Chongxi paused for a moment, then said in a strange tone, "No. She was the one who hit people from behind."

After a long pause, the man finally managed to say, "You guys, your lineage is pretty good at having fun."

One man had captured the heir of the Song family, using the emperor to command the feudal lords, while another, waiting to be rescued, chased after six Golden Core cultivators.

Has this generation of mentors started playing this dirty?

"Ye Qiao." Song Hansheng's breath hitched slightly at the sight, a calmness that seemed to confirm his suspicions. A vein throbbed on his forehead. "What are you doing now?"

The moment the door was flung open, Ye Qiao turned her head and met ten shocked faces outside. She tilted her head and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

In the dead of night, why are so many cultivators gathered here? Are they going to have a meeting?

Song Hansheng's face also darkened, and he deeply felt that the people from Changming Sect had deliberately come here to torment him.

His face contorted for a moment as he glared at the Song family cultivators behind him. "What are you looking at? Everyone, leave."

Why the hell is Ye Qiao being saved? Why isn't anyone saving these Golden Core cultivators?

"So there's a reason why they came in first place in both competitions." The cultivator who had just been indignantly criticizing Ye Qiao's recklessness with Yun Que touched his nose guiltily. "No wonder they're our number one."

Mu Chongxi was shocked by his shamelessness. "Our number one" at every turn? Who do you think you are?

"Didn't you just say that our Ye Qiao only causes trouble?" He raised an eyebrow, feeling that the Song family members were indeed shameless in the same vein.

Mu Chongxi's words were just a casual remark, but Yun Que felt that she had been subtly insulted. She blushed and felt a little embarrassed about what she had just said. She opened her mouth, but swallowed back what she was about to say.

Yun Que had never been easily jealous of others or wanted to compare herself with anyone before, but ever since Ye Qiao appeared, not only did Song Hansheng ignore her, but even her master's attitude had subtly changed.

He would even sigh to himself from time to time.

Yun Que lowered her eyes, suppressing the surging emotions within them, preparing to return and give the old man an answer.

She wanted to learn swordsmanship and reclaim the praise that rightfully belonged to her.

The Song family came and went in a hurry; one second it was like a world war was about to break out, and the next second they were all gone without a trace.

The speed was astonishing.

Ye Qiao glanced at her senior brothers, whose expressions varied, and took the opportunity to send a telepathic message to Ming Xuan to stay behind while the others came out to talk, so as not to be overheard by the six rogue cultivators inside the room.

It's chilly outside.

"What are you and Mingxuan up to?" Mu Chongxi pouted. "We were just trying to escape for our lives and you've already captured six Golden Core cultivators."

Those are Golden Core stage cultivators, not Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Six people, each with a sword, are enough to give those two a run for their money.

How did you do that?

"They weren't captured, they were intimidated." Ye Qiao organized her thoughts. "They thought Ming Xuan was that ghost cultivator, so they chose to abandon the darkness and turn to the light. Of course, it's only temporary. So my suggestion is to send them to jail as soon as the mission is over."

Her explanation was very vague.

Those rogue cultivators aren't brain-dead, so why would they think Mingxuan is a ghost cultivator?

The group was filled with doubts.

But now is not the time to talk about this. After a moment's thought, Xue Yu said, "Let's leave here first and discuss this further."

"Keep those Golden Core cultivators too. They'll still be useful."

Given Song Hansheng's stinginess, he would never lend it to them. "Let Mingxuan stay and keep an eye on them."

Anyway, since the second senior brother was afraid of ghosts, assigning him this task was actually easier, because the scene of Ye Qiao and the ghost baby chasing people together had left a deep shadow on them, to the point that they all firmly believed in Ming Xuan's identity.

Compared to human cultivators, ghost cultivators are more unpredictable and ruthless in killing; a slight misstep can lead to certain death.

No one dared to provoke Mingxuan, fearing that the ghost infant might swallow them whole if it got angry.

Mingxuan looked at the six trembling figures and felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction. In the past, he had always been targeted by six Golden Core cultivators in the secret realm, but now he had six Golden Core cultivators at his command.

……

After temporarily separating from Mingxuan, Ye Qiao was still thinking about how to complete the mission as soon as possible.

Since there's been no movement for so long, perhaps we can try to provoke that ghost cultivator and make it show itself.

She had just stolen her son; Ye Qiao didn't believe the other party could sit still.

It was only a matter of time before they came knocking.

Ye Qiao has now completely succeeded in drawing hatred from the entire Song family on her own.

She remained completely calm, even as steady as a rock, as she pondered something else entirely.

What is the opportunity for the female protagonist to obtain the inheritance?

A gifted individual?

not necessarily.

Yun Que may not have the best talent, but she definitely has the best luck. She is the only one who can pass on her inheritance to whoever she can catch in her haste if that sword cultivator's last wisp of soul is about to dissipate.

Moreover, Yun Que is a direct disciple of the Five Sects and a righteous disciple, making him even more trustworthy.

As for where Yun Que obtained the inheritance in the novel, Ye Qiao really didn't know. She only remembered that the moment the female lead obtained the opportunity, she successfully helped the Song family solve their troubles, and from then on, Song Hansheng completely joined her harem army, captivated by her beauty and wisdom.

Song Hansheng is a typical young master from a prominent family. He prioritizes the interests of his team and has little affection for beautiful but useless people. If Yun Que can obtain the inheritance and become a genius in both sword and talisman cultivation, then he would indeed think highly of Yun Que.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds at night, and the surroundings were quiet. Yunque tried to call out the other person's name in her heart.

The Song family has lost many cultivators in the past. Some powerful figures could even survive for hundreds of years without their souls being destroyed. In the past few days, she met an old man who kept saying that he wanted to give her a chance.

Yunque did not immediately agree.

But now she doesn't want to hesitate anymore.

"Senior," she called softly, "Are you still there?"

"I agree," Yun Que said. "I am willing to accept your inheritance."

A thin, elderly man finally floated slowly to Yun Que's side and asked, "Have you thought it through?"

Yun Que nodded without hesitation: "I've thought it through." She definitely couldn't let Ye Qiao be so arrogant for so long.

The old man sized her up for a moment, then, apart from you, all the other cultivators should come along as well.

"After all, my inheritance has always been passed down to whoever has the strongest aptitude." He initially considered approaching Yun Que because firstly, she had good aptitude, and secondly, she was a direct disciple of the Five Sects. He didn't have much time left and could only pick one barely acceptable one from a bunch of inferior ones.

Things are different now; so many trusted disciples have suddenly arrived at the mansion.

He definitely wants to find the best.

What?

This development was unexpected by Yun Que. Her voice almost choked, and her beautiful eyes widened: "Senior?"

"Are you kidding me?"

As it turned out, the other party was not joking at all, because the next second, apart from Zhou Xingyun, every other sword cultivator fell to the ground, unconscious.

Zhou Xingyun: "?"

"What happened?" This series of changes shocked Xue Yu.

They're all dead?

He subconsciously shook Ye Qiao and kicked Mu Chongxi, only to find that all the sword cultivators had fainted.

"Most of those who faint are sword cultivators," Xue Yu said, looking at his senior brother. "Aren't you going to faint too?"

Just following the trend, senior brother.

Looking at the fallen sword cultivators, Zhou Xingyun guessed most of it. He smirked, "Some sword cultivators are choosing a successor."

As for why he didn't faint? Because the selection of lineages is based on those sword cultivators who don't have a family. Since the Zhou family has its own lineage, he naturally wouldn't be included in the selection.

at the same time.

When Ye Qiao, who had fainted, vaguely woke up, she almost thought it was another domain. Mu Chongxi, who woke up with her, pinched her and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Ye Qiao shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

but--

"Why the hell did you pinch me for no reason?"

She kicked him expressionlessly. Mu Chongxi didn't dodge; it didn't hurt anyway. He thought for a moment, "It's a dream."

--Dream?

Ye Qiao looked thoughtfully at the people who were gradually waking up. Most of them were from the Song family, and there was also Yun Que. If you counted them carefully, they were basically all sword cultivators.

Oh wow.

Is it the place of inheritance in the novel?

Ye Qiao remembered that this was one of the female lead's lucky breaks.

Unexpectedly, so many people ended up coming in by some strange twist of fate?

Ye Qiao didn't know where things went wrong, which allowed so many people to get in. More than that, she was curious whether the female lead, who was so popular, could still gain the other party's appreciation in front of so many people.

Ye Qiao felt it was a bit difficult.

With someone born with a sword-like spirit, the other party might not be interested in anyone else.

As everyone gradually woke up, Ye Qiao, in order to avoid attracting attention, pulled Mu Chongxi to a corner to squat down and grow mushrooms together.

The two squatted together, heads close, "What if we both pass out? Won't it be dangerous outside?"

Ye Qiao seemed to be thinking of something.

His previously calm expression froze for a moment.

In the past, she could have confidently assured that there would be no problem, but not long ago, she offended that ghost cultivator, who also kidnapped her son.

Mu Chongxi's expression gradually cracked as she remained silent: "What have you done now?"

Ye Qiao felt a little guilty and spoke vaguely, "I didn't do anything. I'm just an honest person, don't you believe me?"

Mu Chongxi chuckled.

It's obvious that Mingxuan and Ye Qiao have been secretly up to something behind their backs; the only question is what they've been up to this time.

While the two were arguing, Yun Que was also anxiously searching for the old man's whereabouts. She was going crazy. Wasn't it supposed to be that he was looking for her as his successor? Why did he bring so many people in halfway through?

Many people present were confused about the situation, and the Changming Sect duo, who were squatting in the corner, attracted even less attention.

Just as Mu Chongxi was about to fall asleep, a voice transmission suddenly sounded. He opened his eyes abruptly and saw an old man appearing in front of him, pretending to be a ghost, holding a sword in his hand, and smiling slightly: "Little devil."

"I have a legacy to pass on to you. Would you consider inheriting my mantle?"

The old man looked at him with a smile, and said in a persuasive tone, "I'm only giving you this sword manual."

"Why only me?" Based on his years of experience reading storybooks, Mu Chongxi looked at the old man warily. "Are you trying to murder me?"

Old man: "..."

Seeing that he remained silent, Mu Chongxi pointed to the cultivation manual in his hand: "Or is it that to practice this skill, one must first castrate oneself?"

Ye Qiao opened her eyes and felt a sense of relief the moment she saw the old man.

The female lead's cheat ability was indeed intercepted.

After all, in the sword path, innate talent is of paramount importance. There are only two people in the cultivation world born with sword talent. If not Mu Chongxi, who else would they be given to?

Ye Qiao didn't interrupt the two when they were talking, but later she realized something was wrong and quickly nudged Mu Chongxi with her elbow.

She noticed that while Mu Chongxi was talking to the old man, everyone looked over, and they all looked at the two of them as if they were crazy.

Ye Qiao found it strange. Apart from her and her fourth senior brother, had no one else seen this old man?

Mu Chongxi snapped back to reality: "What's wrong?"

Ye Qiao pointed to the people looking over and whispered, "It seems only the two of us can see this. Be careful not to overreact." It would be terrible if others noticed something was wrong.

Seeing the two of them huddled together whispering to each other again, the others were speechless.

What? You Changming Sect have endless topics to discuss, don't you?

Ye Qiao lowered her voice, but the old man next to her could still hear her. She was too lazy to hide the fact that she could see him, and she openly discussed it with Mu Chongxi.

"This senior must be a sword cultivator who failed to ascend and perished." Ye Qiao gestured for him to take the initiative: "He is choosing someone to inherit his mantle."

"Wait a minute."

The old man's attention was entirely on Mu Chongxi, after all, he was a natural talent with a sword-like spirit, it was as if the heavens had not forsaken him. As for the little girl next to him, he didn't even spare a glance.

He turned his gaze directly to Ye Qiao, his tone slightly surprised: "You can see me?"

Ye Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then asked sincerely, "Aren't ordinary people worthy of seeing you?"

Is this a question of whether they are a good match or not?

The old man couldn't help but widen his eyes, scrutinizing Ye Qiao closely: "That kid has a special innate sword bone physique, but what are you?"

I was surprised to see him.

Yes. Mu Chongxi was also extremely curious. What exactly was Ye Qiao's aptitude?

Ye Qiao's aptitude has been a mystery for so long, and the outside world has been discussing it endlessly without any conclusion. Many people speculate that she is of the upper grade, and that the middle grade is just something they used to mislead them.

Of course, there are also die-hard fans of Ye Qiao who firmly believe that their Lang Lang is no worse than anyone else and must be the best.

However, the purity of Ye Qiao's spiritual root was consistently shown as medium grade on the testing stone, neither high nor low.

"What do you think I am?" Ye Qiao could only suppress her curiosity and meet the other person's gaze calmly, trying to get information out of him.

The other party weighed Ye Qiao up and down for a long time, wondering what other special talent she had besides her innate sword bone.

He had a vague idea in his heart that besides being born with sword bones, there was something else that surpassed them.

That is--

"Has anyone here ever heard of a Heavenly Grade Spiritual Root?"