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

"What is a 'heavenly grade'?"

Mu Chongxi and Ye Qiao exchanged a glance, both showing surprise.

I vaguely heard Si Miaoyan mention the third secret realm, which seemed to be above the highest grade.

There are many different opinions about Ye Qiao's spiritual root, but everyone guesses that it is either top-grade or top-grade. If the Changming Sect group knew that a Heaven-grade spiritual root had appeared, they would probably be laughing their heads off.

Some elders of the Five Sects only recognize spiritual roots and not people. For example, that old man Yunhen, when faced with Ye Qiao's special ability to cultivate three things at once, kept talking about the grade of spiritual roots, looking down on disciples with low-quality spiritual roots.

It's disgusting to hear.

"Isn't she top-notch?" Back then, the elders and Qin Fanfan were guessing and guessing, but it turned out that neither of them guessed correctly.

"Not necessarily." The old man pointed to Ye Qiao's chest. "A Heavenly Grade above the Innate Sword Bone should have very obvious characteristics, but your spiritual root looks very weak."

He hadn't even considered this girl at first; her spiritual root was so barely noticeable. Anyone else present seemed to have better talent than her. If Ye Qiao hadn't been able to see him, he would have suspected something was wrong.

Ye Qiao touched the spiritual root within her body; indeed, the spiritual root within her body had always been small.

"I have a lightning spiritual root." Ye Qiao recalled that her spiritual root seemed smaller at the beginning, and it had grown a little after those two bolts of heavenly lightning struck. Thinking of this, she pondered, "Does it have anything to do with the grade of my spiritual root?"

"A Heavenly Grade Thunder Spiritual Root?" The old man leaned closer to Ye Qiao, clicking his tongue in amazement. "You must also be from one of the Five Sects, right?"

"You possess a perfectly good Heavenly Spiritual Root; don't your elders and sect leader know its special nature?"

Ye Qiao looked completely bewildered by her situation. She shook her head and said, "I don't know."

The key issue is that even the testing stone can't detect it.

The old man before them was a cultivator who had failed to ascend a hundred or even a thousand years ago, and was far more knowledgeable than the elders. He stroked his beard and asked, "Or is it that there are so few Heavenly Spiritual Roots left in the cultivation world that no one is even considering them anymore?"

Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense that none of the five sects knew about it.

"I don't know." Ye Qiao looked like a fool who knew nothing at all.

She'd only been in the cultivation world for a year at most, and even the sect leader hadn't considered the matter of celestial spiritual roots, so how would she know anything about such things? "Then, senior, how can this kind of spiritual root be made to grow?"

"It will grow as your cultivation level increases. If all else fails, and you can withstand it, being struck by heavenly lightning a few more times will also benefit the growth rate of your celestial spiritual root."

"Okay." Ye Qiao felt a toothache just thinking about the force of the thunderbolts falling from the sky. "I understand."

So you want her to get struck by lightning more often, right?

-

As time went by, the outside world underwent tremendous changes.

Xue Yu and Zhou Xingyun were guarding the unconscious people outside. The moment they passed out, several unfamiliar auras came from behind. Zhou Xingyun quickly grabbed the two unconscious junior brothers and sisters and flashed behind them.

The dark, ghostly aura formed several skulls, interspersed with a few cold laughs, which lingered repeatedly in my ears, creating an extremely eerie atmosphere.

Zhou Xingyun narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "That's a really awful laugh."

"My assessment is that they are not as good as Mingxuan and Ye Qiao," Xue Yu said.

But despite their words, at the very moment the signature ghostly aura struck, Zhou Xingyun and Xue Yu exchanged a knowing glance, grabbed their unconscious junior brothers and sisters, and quickly retreated.

Just kidding. Ghostly energy is easier to distinguish than spiritual energy or demonic energy. In the Song family, besides that ghost cultivator, no one else possesses this characteristic.

A gaunt woman watched this scene coldly from the shadows. She was dressed in black and exuded a sinister aura. She patted the boy's head and said softly, "Xiao Qi."

"field."

The ghost cultivator originally didn't plan to show herself, thinking she would make her move after these annoying cultivators left. But now, by sheer coincidence, so many sword cultivators were unconscious, and with the ghost infant in hand, she was confident enough to take them down.

If all these Golden Core cultivators were devoured, even late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would be no threat.

……

Inside the inheritance grounds, after Ye Qiao finished asking all the questions about the Heavenly Spiritual Root, she wisely kept quiet and prepared to return to the sect so that her master and the others could investigate more carefully.

"Have you finished asking? Then I'll give the sword technique and inheritance to this kid." He pointed at Mu Chongxi. No matter how rare one's Heavenly Spiritual Root is, it's still not as rare as a natural sword bone in the eyes of a sword cultivator.

"I'm done asking." Ye Qiao nodded. Ever since she was brought in, she had vaguely sensed that this senior's goal from beginning to end was her fourth senior brother.

Mu Chongxi leaned close to her ear and said mysteriously, "You have a photographic memory. Once I learn it, I'll demonstrate it for you, and then we can practice together in class."

We're all brothers, what's wrong with learning from each other?

Ye Qiao gave a thumbs up: "If I become rich and powerful, I will not forget you."

"What are you two whispering about?"

The old man waved his hand, signaling Mu Chongxi to hurry up and follow. He was here to find someone to deliver the inheritance, not to hold a meeting with a group of sword cultivators. "The rest of you can leave. There's nothing for you to do here."

With a wave of his hand, Ye Qiao gradually regained consciousness and found herself flying wildly in mid-air. She looked down and realized that Zhou Xingyun was carrying her around like a little chick.

She seemed dazed for a moment: "Senior Brother."

Zhou Xingyun: "He's awake."

Ye Qiao touched her face and said sincerely, "That wind felt like a stepmother's slap, coldly hitting my face. It was hard not to wake up."

Almost everyone present was awake, except for the fourth senior brother who was receiving the inheritance.

"Is this the domain?" She vaguely felt that it looked familiar. Ye Qiao had been here twice before. The first time was unfamiliar, but the second time was familiar. Now she was quite familiar with it.

"How did you get in here?" Were you pulled in by Xiaoxi?

In fact, among all the cultivators who were pulled into the domain, Xue Yu and Zhou Xingyun were the first to be captured. They didn't even know what they had done wrong, but the ghost infant was relentlessly pursuing them.

Left with no other choice, Zhou Xingyun threw Duan Chen with his sword, but missed. This only angered Duan Chen, which refused to move no matter how Zhou Xingyun called it.

Zhou Xingyun clicked his tongue softly and said, "If I had had a sword in my hand just now, we definitely could have..."

Xue Yu looked on expectantly: "We'll escape alive."

Zhou Xingyun paused for a moment: "Die a little later."

Once the domain is activated, even if he has a sword, it will be useless. Moreover, there is a Nascent Soul stage ghost cultivator watching from the side. With the tacit cooperation between the mother and son, it is no wonder that even the Song family cannot do anything about them.

"Didn't we hear that the ghost cultivator was hiding very well and was very vigilant?" Xue Yu racked his brains but still couldn't figure out why the ghost cultivator had shown up as soon as they arrived.

They chased after them like mad dogs, and they couldn't shake them off.

Ye Qiao paused, not expecting such a strong reaction. The ghost cultivator's appearance was within her expectations. Who could sit still when their son's heart changed? She silently swallowed the thought, "Isn't that a good thing?"

Because she could clearly sense the anger of the people around her.

One of the Song family cultivators, suppressing the urge to swear, said, "I really want to know, which genius did this? How could they provoke a ghost cultivator right from the start?"

Not only him, but everyone else present also wanted to question him.

Who the hell is this guy, so damn cool?

The culprit, Ye Qiao: "..."

Outside the domain, the woman went berserk, grabbing at the Golden Core cultivators, intending to devour them all. "You ruined my plans and dared to show your face in front of me!"

Tonight, the ghost cultivator suddenly discovered that the little ghost he had raised wanted to break away from him, saying that he had found a new mother. The ghost cultivator was so angry that he wanted to die, and began to attack the female cultivators indiscriminately.

She waved her hand, and several wisps of black mist spread out, binding Yun Que tightly like chains, tightening little by little. The girl's face turned red from suffocation, and she cried out for help, "Senior Brother."

When Song Hansheng turned around and saw this scene, his expression turned cold. He immediately launched an attack talisman with lightning speed, severing the chains and rescuing Yun Que.

It wasn't that they cared so much about their fellow disciples, but if their own flesh and blood were to die in the mansion, the Song family would have a hard time explaining it to the outside world.

"You are that wicked and evil spirit who has committed countless atrocities." Song Hansheng pinched a talisman between his fingers, his expression cold. "You have harmed people and still dare to show your face."

Ghost Cultivator gave Song Hansheng a sinister look. He originally didn't want to pay any attention to Song Hansheng, the direct descendant of the Song family. Killing him would anger those old fogies. But who told him to insist on saving people?

"Xiaoxi," she said coldly.

The boy glanced at her, and then, the domain silently extended to their feet, and the two of them fell into the pitch-black domain at the same time.

Several baby cries rang out, and Song Hansheng felt a chill run down his spine. He turned around and was struck hard by a ghostly aura.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood in a disheveled state, and was about to curse when he heard a familiar voice.

"Oh. You've come in."

He looked up and saw Xue Yu and Zhou Xingyun leaning back to back, holding defensive magical artifacts in their hands. He turned his head and glanced at them, saying in a flat tone, "Welcome to our big family."

"..."

At this moment, Song Hansheng just wanted to curse. He didn't understand. Everything had been calm for the past few days. What went wrong that caused the ghost cultivator to go berserk?

"Where are those Nascent Soul stage experts from your Song family?" Xue Yu asked lightly, stepping on the breeze, while dragging the still unconscious Mu Chongxi with one hand, dodging the ghostly energy attacking from within. Without turning his head, he replied, "Send them out to rescue people."

Song Hansheng suppressed the churning blood in his chest and said coldly, "I've sent a jade slip to inform you, but it will take time."

The area was entirely the territory of the ghost cultivators. The continuous attacks and the sinister hands that occasionally reached out from the ground kept the group on edge, as if facing a formidable enemy.

But at this moment, no one dared to make any rash moves.

They were already outmatched, and could only stall for time; provoking the ghost cultivators wouldn't benefit them either.

"Fellow Daoists." Just as a group of people were trying to stall for time and wait for reinforcements, the sword cultivators who had previously accepted Ye Qiao's bounty and were later tricked into speaking spoke up.

"She's just a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, yet she dares to be so arrogant. With so many of us, are we afraid of her?"

There are dozens of Golden Core cultivators, and there are even personal disciples among them.

After finishing his speech, the man glanced at Mingxuan, showing his deep trust in him.

What? Didn't you see that none of their ghost cultivator leaders have said anything?

A mere soldier dares to show off his limited skills before an expert.

Yes, a mere soldier. In their eyes, even a Nascent Soul cultivator is just a soldier. Within the domain, only the Ghost Infant is the true BOSS.

"No." Xue Yu was momentarily dazed. "Why do they dare to look down on those in the Nascent Soul stage?"

A Nascent Soul cultivator with a domain in hand is no match for a dozen Golden Core cultivators.

Mingxuan fell silent. Why?

Because that's the confidence Ye Qiao gave them.

"Hi, hi, hi." A clear female voice rang out. Ye Qiao, hands behind her back, asked with a smile, "Is everyone having fun?"

"Count me in." The tone was extremely flippant.

Anyone with eyes can hear the provocation in the words.

The ghost cultivator's expression turned cold, and the oppressive feeling in his domain intensified. Some cultivators with lower cultivation levels were so suppressed that they almost knelt down. For example, Yun Que, if it weren't for Song Hansheng protecting her, would definitely have been the one screaming the most miserably.

"She was joking." Xue Yu pulled Ye Qiao back and pressed her head down. "I'll give her a talk."

Song Hansheng: "..." Damn it, even at a time like this, you guys still remember to have a meeting, huh?

With so many Golden Core cultivators present, Xue Yu, a mere Pill Cultivator, really couldn't use his skills much.

He pulled Ye Qiao aside, saying, "Stop teasing my junior sister."

"I know you want to complete the task, but don't rush to finish it."

The young man's voice was clear and gentle. He pursed his lips and said, "You know about that Nascent Soul stage ghost cultivator. As for those above the Nascent Soul stage, I don't know the specifics."

"The mother and son, one with their own domain and the other at the Nascent Soul stage, can kill us like killing chickens."

Zhou Xingyun rarely agreed. Although he had provoked the other party quite a bit at the beginning, it didn't stop him from transforming into the senior brother and giving a lecture: "Those who know when to yield are the heroes."

That ghost cultivator wanted to trap them like turtles in a jar, swallowing so many Golden Core cultivators in one go, but in Ye Qiao's eyes, the other party was clearly the turtle.

During the chat, several talisman arrays shattered one after another. Song Hansheng's face paled slightly. The talisman array he had set up was ruthlessly crushed a second before it was even erected. The difference in realm and the fact that arrays were set up within a domain were of little use.

As Ye Qiao watched the countless flashes of swords and shadows, she casually threw out a few talismans and stepped forward to test the opponent's strength, mainly because, so far, no one knew the ghost cultivator's realm.

Even the most powerful cultivators, Song Hansheng and Zhou Xingyun, were only at the late Golden Core stage and couldn't see through each other's strength.

After exchanging blows for more than ten rounds, Ye Qiao felt somewhat uncomfortable from being suppressed by the Nascent Soul stage. Suppressing her bloodlust, she asked in a low voice, "Have you detected their cultivation level?"

She was assessing whether she could defeat these people, combined with the ghost baby's domain.

If he couldn't defeat her, Ye Qiao could only try to buy time and trap her in the domain.

"Mid-stage Nascent Soul." Zhou Xingyun raised his hand, severing the sinister ghost hands on the ground. "Within this domain, none of us are a match for them."

"If we can take care of that brat, we can give it a try."

Solve it?

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao could keenly sense that her adopted son's mood had darkened.

"Oh." She looked at the tense crowd, paused for a moment, and said, "It's alright, that ghost baby is nothing to fear."

"You say it's okay, so it's okay?" One of the cultivators, already agitated, retorted, "Who do you think you are?"

Ye Qiao ignored him, looked at the inconspicuous little boy hiding behind the ghost cultivator, and waved, "Xiao Qi."

"come over."

Under everyone's gaze, the boy paused for a moment, then immediately jumped up and rushed over, nuzzling her affectionately, his voice still childish: "Mommy~"

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