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

This unexpectedly dramatic ending left everyone bewildered. Was the final outcome really determined by resources?

The ultimate goal of spiritual cultivation is resources; this principle remains unchanged throughout history.

The others had all had a good sleep. When they saw Mu Chongxi sprawled on the ground, Mingxuan dragged him back like a dog. "Ahhh, I never expected this! You actually won!"

Having defeated Qin Huai, things will be a bit easier from now on. It's fortunate that we won, otherwise we would be waiting to be ridiculed by the Wenjian Sect.

"What does Chaoxi look like? Is it pretty?" This was Ye Qiao's focus. She hugged Duosun tightly and discovered that when the sword spirit took shape, it seemed to match the color of the sword itself.

Mu Chongxi fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, Xue Yu sighed and said softly, "In that case, let's not disturb him for now."

Mu Chongxi went to sleep. Considering he was exhausted, the others also went to attend to their own matters. Mu Chongxi's victory over Qin Huai and the transformation of the sword spirit were both hot topics in the cultivation world.

The matter of the disciples entering the Sword Cave to select the spirit sword has also become a hot topic.

"Transforming into human form overnight, holy crap, that's amazing."

"Yes, yes, speaking of which, Qin Huai should be the master of Qingfeng Sword, right? Ye Qiao is the master of Duosun Sword, and Zhou Xingyun is the master of Duanchen Sword. They all have nice names, except for Ye Qiao's."

"How dare you! Our Wandering Swordsman is called 'Never See Your Lord'!! How beautiful! That's the name of the Sword Master who never sees his lord."

"To be honest, I would say that going to that trio of sword cultivators from Changming Sect was a waste of time."

These three sword cultivators all have their own natal swords.

The focus is still on the disciples who do not have spirit swords, especially Ye Qinghan. What will his natal sword be like?

"Let me make a bold guess: the Frost Sword. Its attributes are very similar to Ye Qinghan's spiritual root."

"I think the Shadow Blade is pretty good too."

"What about the Swift Sword? It's a pair with the Shadow Sword."

"The Duan River and the Luo River are also a pair."

"I'll bet on the Frost Sword!"

"I'll bet on the Swift Sword."

Seeing these idle cultivators placing bets one by one, Ye Qiao decided to join in the fun. She secretly left a message, declaring, "I'm betting on the Broken Water Sword."

Originally, no one paid any attention to her, after all, there were countless cultivators on the casual chat section of the cultivation world.

However, her words about the water supply being cut off drew everyone's attention to her.

"No one has pulled it out after hundreds of years of drought. Are you sure?"

Ye Qiao replied, "Confirmed. After I pull it out, please call me—the Divine Calculator."

After she finished showing off, she closed the jade slip. But not long after she made her statement, her second senior brother came in laughing and joking.

"There's some idiot who bets Ye Qinghan is the Broken Water Sword." Mingxuan walked in. "Hahaha, come laugh at him with me!"

Ye Qiao: "..."

She swiftly kicked him away.

Mingxuan: "What are you doing?"

Ye Qiao: "Your smug look is irritating me."

Xue Yu raised an eyebrow. "You're that idiot?"

Ye Qiao: "What do you mean by 'idiot'? Even if the sky falls, Ye Qinghan is still the master of the Broken Water Sword. I'm telling you."

Xue Yu asked calmly, "How did you figure that out?"

Ye Qiao simply said, "A genius's intuition."

She never spoke without thinking, so no one paid any attention. After Mu Chongxi finished drawing lots, it was Zhou Xingyun's and Ye Qiao's turn. The former's strength was undeniable, so he didn't need to consider too many issues. Ye Qiao glanced at the lot.

Then everything went black.

"Ye Qinghan".

"..."

"Women must be strong." Mu Chongxi had almost recovered her spirits. After learning the result, she patted Ye Qiao and returned her previous words to her without missing a single one.

Ye Qiao: "..."

What followed was far beyond everyone's expectations: Ye Qiao faced off against Ye Qinghan.

They were still guessing who the unlucky one would be, the first one after the top ten to fight against Ye Qinghan, who was in the Nascent Soul stage, but unexpectedly the unlucky one was Ye Qiao.

"Goodness, did Ye Qiao have Zhou Xingyun draw this lot for her?"

"No, she got it through her own merit."

"It's rumored that these three unlucky disciples had rituals performed before the lottery, so why did their luck get worse and worse?"

One is Qin Huai, the other is Ye Qinghan.

All the powerful ones were encountered by the Changming Sect.

"Mu Chongxi beat Qin Huai, I wonder if Ye Qiao can beat Ye Qinghan."

"That's unlikely. Ye Qinghan has a domain, and he's at the Nascent Soul stage. What can Ye Qiao use to fight him?"

The cultivators were discussing animatedly, while the courtyard of the direct disciples was unusually quiet. Qin Fanfan was in a good mood; his disciples were all proving themselves to be excellent, and he was beaming with pride, walking with a sense of triumph.

Mu Chongxi won against Qin Huai.

He was boasting quite enthusiastically in front of a group of old men.

When they came in, all five of their own disciples looked listless, and their expressions were unusually uniform, just like Zhou Xingyun's.

Qin Fanfan clapped her hands: "Cheer up! It's just a competition. I believe that human will can overcome anything. Why are you all so listless?"

Looking at her master's confident expression, Ye Qiao lazily said, "I'll go down and fight Ye Qinghan."

Qin Fanfan paused for a moment, wondering if she had misheard: "Who?"

"Ye Qinghan".

Qin Fanfan said heavily, "Since things have come to this, let's all just wash up and go to sleep."

Ye Qiao was surprised that he gave up so soon, and her expression cracked slightly. "Seriously, Master? Can't you have a little faith in me? I'm a genius, after all."

Qin Fanfan looked embarrassed.

"The main reason is that it's Ye Qinghan."

He would have been willing to vouch for anyone else and guarantee that his little apprentice would be fine.

They say they don't care about winning or losing, but at this point, who wouldn't want to win?

No sooner had Qin Fanfan entered than Xie Chuxue swaggered in after her, waving with a smile, "Hi everyone. I've come to treat you all!"

"My dear junior disciples."

"What??" Ye Qiao didn't understand.

Mingxuan: "...Run!!"

Ye Qiao, being new, didn't understand what he meant by "reward." Ming Xuan grabbed her and tried to run away, explaining as he ran, "It means that Junior Uncle is going to cook for us as a reward."

The experience of Xie Chuxue roasting them back then is still fresh in everyone's memory.

Is his cooking even fit for human consumption?

Xie Chuxue's dear junior disciples all ran faster than dogs.

As it turns out, your senior uncle will always be your senior uncle; they were all caught and brought back after only a few steps.

"Don't be so downcast." Xie Chuxue said in a lively and cute tone, "Hey hey hey, aren't you guys going to have a competition? The final of the top ten, I'll cook for you."

"Reward Ye Qiao instead; that's enough."

"Oh right, right. And Mingxuan too, they're both near the top in the competition. We can survive on dirt."

Struggling was futile. Xie Chuxue brought out the chicken soup she had prepared for everyone to drink. Ye Qiao hesitated for a long time, exchanged a glance with her senior brother for a few seconds, and seeing Zhou Xingyun drink it, she leaned over and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Zhou Xingyun remained expressionless and replied in an equally soft voice, "It tastes awful."

Ye Qiao swallowed hard and tentatively took a bite.

She realized that calling it bad was giving Xie Chuxue too much credit. Her cooking skills were so bad they could ruin a kitchen or even poison a king. It was hard to imagine how Mingxuan and the others had managed to grow up safely under Xie Chuxue's care.

"Ah ha." After finishing her drink, Ye Qiao's face contorted slightly; she had decided to save herself.

"Huh? Song Hansheng." The girl lowered her eyes, opened the jade slip, and pretended to be interested. "What? Ye Qinghan wants to invite me to dinner?"

"Oh, Duan Hengdao and the others are here too, right? I'll be right there."

"What? You mean Si Miaoyan and the others are here too? Okay, no problem, I'll go right now."

"???" Under her pressure, it was as if all the disciples of the five sects had come to have dinner with her.

Using this as an excuse, Ye Qiao quickly ran away.

Xie Chuxue mumbled, blinking her light brown eyes, "That's so discouraging."

Only four people remained, their eyes slightly wide: "?"

No. Count me in.

Is there any meal they can't eat together?!