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

An hour before the secret realm opened, Ye Qiao and her group went to the entrance. When she arrived, Xue Yu had mentioned that there was smog inside the secret realm, and inhaling it would cause dizziness. In order to avoid accidents, many people would buy magical artifacts to block the smog in advance.

Ye Qiao: "Do we have any magical artifacts?"

"No," Xue Yu replied truthfully. "Changming Sect doesn't have any weapon crafting experts, and no one knows how to forge weapons. If you want one, you'll have to go to Chengfeng Sect to buy it; they have many weapon crafting experts there."

"So you're just going to let them in without taking any precautions?" Is it really that casual?

In Ye Qiao's memory, the female protagonist always brought a bunch of rare treasures, magical artifacts and pills every time she went down to the secret realm. How come they were so poor when it was their turn?

Mingxuan said casually, "If you can hold your breath, then do so. If not, cover your mouth and nose with something, but it might cause some trouble if you get into a fight."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao began to think that if it was just smog, then it might not be much different from the smog that we see in the morning these days.

She took out a piece of cloth from her storage pouch, sliced ​​it off with her sword, and finally cut it into the shape of a face mask. With a thin string added, it was practically perfect.

"Put them on." Ye Qiao made more than a dozen extra, just in case, and tossed them to the other three.

I must say, it actually suits me quite well.

Their appearance was rather strange, so Mingxuan picked one up and asked curiously, "Junior Sister, what is this?"

Ye Qiao: "Mask."

None of the three had ever seen such a thing before, and they found it very strange. Ye Qiao was the first to put it on her face and even demonstrated to them how to use it. There are always more solutions than problems in this world; if you don't have a magical artifact, you can wear a mask.

The group looked somewhat conflicted, but under their junior sister's bright gaze, they couldn't very well refuse her.

After the four put on their masks, many curious people cast curious glances at them along the way.

They're dressed up so strangely, what are they wearing on their lips?

Upon arriving at the entrance to the secret realm, sects with deep foundations, such as the Yueqing Sect, had already taken out their magical artifacts and erected shields to envelop the people inside.

Only three of the five direct disciples of Yueqing Sect came this time: Yun Que, the chief disciple Song Hansheng, and a person who was not unfamiliar with them.

Su Zhuo.

Ye Qiao remembered Su Zhuo, who had betrayed the original owner's junior brother. However, probably because he was wearing a mask, the other party did not recognize her. Su Zhuo frowned and subconsciously shielded Yun Que from her probing gaze.

She mistakenly thought it was another female cultivator who was jealous of her junior sister.

His junior sister was beautiful, and there were many female cultivators who disliked her. Su Zhuo was afraid that she might be harmed, so he looked back at her with a cold expression.

Sweeping her with his icy gaze, Ye Qiao touched the tip of her nose and clicked her tongue inwardly.

A simp who keeps licking his boots will end up with nothing.

In the original novel, Su Zhuo is at best a loyal backup lover, not even worthy of being called a male supporting character.

"Young friend," an older cultivator approached, "what's that thing you're wearing on your mouth?"

He wasn't the only one curious about what the four were wearing on their mouths; once someone started, the rest naturally followed suit and came over to ask.

"Could it be a newly crafted magical artifact from the Chengfeng Sect?"

"There is no spiritual energy fluctuation above."

"What is this?"

Ye Qiao's heart stirred slightly. She took out the remaining masks from her storage pouch, grinned, and said, "These are masks I developed. Although they can't compare to magical artifacts, they might be able to protect against some of the harm caused by smog in the secret realm."

"really?"

Ultimately, most of those who come to the small secret realm are from small sects and independent cultivators; not everyone is as wealthy and powerful as the Yueqing Sect, capable of producing spiritual artifacts.

Her words immediately perked everyone up.

Ye Qiao remained calm and composed: "It's genuine. For just five low-grade spirit stones, you won't lose out or be cheated."

"Would you all like to come and give it a try?" she asked enthusiastically.

Mu Chongxi stared in disbelief as she started fighting on the spot, completely bewildered. He stammered, "Junior Sister...you're amazing."

If it were him, he definitely wouldn't be able to casually do a sales pitch in front of so many people.

Is it really possible to do this?

Xue Yu coughed lightly: "Junior Sister is quite enthusiastic whenever spirit stones are involved."

Before the secret realm opened, all of Ye Qiao's masks were snatched up. She had kept some for herself in case of emergency.

"Let's go, the secret realm has opened."

Mu Chongxi took the lead and entered the secret realm. The area was shrouded in smoke. The independent cultivators who had bought masks were surprised to find that they could indeed block out most of the toxic smog, and the effect was quite remarkable.

Xue Yu touched his mask strangely. He actually had a breath-holding pill, and since his junior sister couldn't use it, he distributed the pills to the others.

It seems that it's no longer needed now.

"Where do you get so many strange and wonderful ideas?"

Ye Qiao replied without turning her head, "The wisdom of the senior."

Thanks to the advancement of technology.

Su Zhuo looked at the large group of people surrounding Ye Qiao and her group, and chuckled lightly, disdainfully: "Trying to take advantage of such a small thing, how shameful."

Yun Que nodded in rare agreement, her voice gentle, "Perhaps it's a small sect, they don't have the money. That girl... she's quite pitiful."

She's about the same age as me, yet she has to be so humble for a few spirit stones.

However, once they actually entered the secret realm, the sense of superiority among the Yueqing Sect members gradually disappeared. Although they had magical artifacts to protect them, doing so for so long undoubtedly consumed their spiritual energy. None of those wearing masks showed any signs of poisoning, which showed that the effect was excellent.

Even Su Zhuo, who had previously mocked them, couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother, why don't we go and buy some from them?"

It's only five low-grade spirit stones anyway; a little bit slipping through my fingers will be enough.

Song Hansheng knew in his heart that he would eventually be unable to withstand such a drain on his spiritual energy, so he had no choice but to condescend to walk in front of Ye Qiao and stop the four of them.

"Does this fellow Daoist have any remaining masks?"

Ye Qiao chuckled inwardly, surprised that someone from the Yueqing Sect would proactively come to buy things: "Yes, of course we do."

Song Hansheng was about to take out his money and was about to say he would give him three when Ye Qiao said, "But times have changed. That was the previous price."

What?

He looked impatient, thinking to himself, "Just as I expected."

People from small, insignificant sects seize any opportunity to exploit others.

Song Hansheng asked, "So what do you mean?"

Ye Qiao held up one finger, "One hundred high-grade spirit stones."

Even Song Hansheng was stunned.

"You!" Su Zhuo stepped forward angrily. "You're probably deliberately targeting us by raising the price." It's more than fifty times higher than before. No one would believe she didn't do it on purpose.

Ye Qiao fiddled with the mask in her hand, met his angry gaze, shrugged, and said insincerely, "Well, what can we do? We're just a small sect, we don't have any money."

She did it on purpose. After Su Zhuo told Yun Hen about the mayfly grass, the original owner's hard-earned spiritual herb was taken away, and she had never forgotten that.

"I suppose all of you direct disciples of the Moon Purity Sect are not short of spirit stones." She emphasized the words "direct disciples".

Ye Qiao discovered something strange: the disciples of these major sects were all incredibly concerned about their reputations.

It's as if you can eat your face.

Then don't blame her for taking the opportunity to extort money from you; she has no shame anyway.

Su Zhuo's voice instantly went awry, stuck in his throat, neither rising nor falling, which infuriated him.

Their Yueqing Sect is rich, but not sick.

You could easily afford a bottle of pills with a hundred high-grade spirit stones, why would you need this piece of junk?

If they said no, with so many rogue cultivators watching, it would be a slap in the face for the Yueqing Sect itself.

After a moment of shifting expression, Song Hansheng finally looked at Su Zhuo and said, "Give her the spirit stone."

Since the eldest brother had spoken, Su Zhuo gritted his teeth and had no choice but to accept his fate and pay up.

When he received the thin mask, he had a strange feeling that everyone around him was laughing at him.