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

A man opened the door and stared intently at Ye Qiao.

She covered her face with a headscarf, bent down, lowered her voice, and, as if she couldn't sense the other party's murderous intent, tried to force her way in, saying, "I'm looking for my grandson. I saw them come in."

"Your grandson?"

He looked at Ye Qiao suspiciously, feeling that there was something strange about this person, but judging from his cultivation level, he was only at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

Ye Qiao hesitated for a while, then tried to force her way in, demanding, "Where's my grandson? Where did you hide him?"

"..."

His face darkened: "Arrest him."

A group of cultivators who were putting on a show just arrived, and now another one has come knocking on my door. Since these cultivators seem to enjoy offering themselves up so readily, I'll make them regret making this decision today.

Zhou Xiu and his group were too calculating. Even acting has to be strategic. Evil cultivators are already wary; if they walked right into your trap at a crucial moment, who would believe them? It's better to just play the fool.

He grabbed Ye Qiao, quickly tied her hands, ripped off the mustard seed bag, and coldly asked, "Name?"

Ye Qiao: "Grandma Li."

He choked, his brow furrowing deeply at the strange name. "What are you doing here?"

"Those are my grandsons." Ye Qiao glanced casually at the dozen or so cultivators not far away, pointed to five of them, and said without changing her expression, "These are my grandsons. I've come to find them."

The man looked at these people coldly.

After a long pause, the other party made a decision and said coldly, "They're the ones."

"Place your hand on it, and let blood drip."

These fools who come to us willingly, we shouldn't refuse them.

When Zhou Xiu and the others saw Ye Qiao, they all held their breath. They hadn't expected her to come in with them. They looked at each other for a while, and finally, after hesitating for a long time, they gritted their teeth, thinking that they couldn't catch a wolf without risking their cub, and put their hands on her.

This action resembles the completion of a sinister sacrificial ritual.

Under the expressionless and chilling gazes of a group of people, Ye Qiao resolutely pressed her middle finger on the spot, her hand trembling uncontrollably.

The heretical practitioner, not understanding the meaning of the gesture, asked, "Why are you shaking?"

Ye Qiao: "I'm scared." She said this, but her actions inexplicably conveyed a blatant provocation.

His forehead bulged suddenly, and he reached out to grab Ye Qiao's collar, intending to punch her in the face.

Unexpectedly, Ye Qiao dodged the punch with her agile movements. Feeling embarrassed, he wanted to throw a second punch, but the people next to him were already urging him on. The man could only bitterly say, "Just you wait."

He gave her a cold glance, then left with the collected blood.

Ye Qiao watched the other person's departing figure, coughed twice as she was being strangled, and the expression on her face gradually disappeared, leaving her expressionless.

During their contact, she casually placed the small magical artifact on him.

I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to hear how they prayed.

After seeing what she did, KFC was a little frantic. "Wow, was she a wanted criminal before? Absolutely! How can she be so skilled?"

She's unreliable, yet she can save the day in a critical moment; she's reliable, yet she's practically teetering on the edge of disaster.

Ye Qiao closed her eyes and listened to the sounds coming from the group of evil cultivators. They didn't interact much. She listened carefully to the words they chanted during their prayers and invocations, and quietly memorized them.

"So young and yet so disrespectful to elders!" Zhou Xiu fawned. "Grandma, you must teach him a lesson."

Ye Qiao: "..."

She gave a perfunctory "uh," pushed her eldest grandson's head away, and pondered the problem.

She wasn't afraid of being discovered, and even if they were, they wouldn't do anything to her.

Killing her is out of the question, because she's likely the lucky one chosen for sacrifice.

The sacrifice must be made with a living animal, as the resentment of a living sacrifice is the strongest.

If it's just a simple sacrifice, then everyone can just throw it into the formation.

There's no reason to go through all that trouble to collect their blood.

In other words, it might not be just a simple sacrifice; they might be summoning that so-called evil god to descend.

Listening to the commotion made by the evil cultivator, Ye Qiao realized... it was indeed a prayer to summon an evil god.

So if you want it to descend, ordinary people's blood won't work; you need the blood of cultivators, and the higher the grade, the better.

These cultivators, at best, should be of the upper grade; she, of the heavenly grade, was simply a perfect sacrifice.

……

He was in a much better mood after capturing so many cultivators tonight. His companion reminded him, "Be careful this time. I'm afraid some of the ones who have infiltrated might have their own disciples."

That would be bad.

I'd heard that several sects had sent their disciples to the mortal realm, and none of them were easy to deal with. Especially that Ye Qiao.

She was famous not only in the cultivation world, but also among cultivators in the mortal realm.

"Don't worry. I checked them out; they're all Foundation Establishment novices, the highest being Golden Core. There are no direct disciples."

There was one at the mid-stage of Golden Core, but judging from the reactions of those people, she really seemed to be an old lady.

The man was in a good mood because just now, after sending those people's blood over, our Lord had given a strong response.

It desperately wanted that person's blood!

Grab her quickly.

Upon receiving a response, the man was overjoyed and led his men to capture Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao, who was locked in the room, narrowed her eyes. Hearing the noise, she didn't react at all. The man pulled her over and said, "Come here."

Zhou Xiu: "Be gentle with my grandma!"

The other sheep nodded frantically, "Show some respect to the elderly!"

The man kicked Zhou Xiu impatiently. "Hurry up." He didn't dare to lay a hand on Ye Qiao, after all, she was the sacrifice that our lord had specifically requested.

Ye Qiao was dragged out by him. She licked her lips and followed behind the man, her wrists tied behind her back. She smiled.

"Can I ask you a question before I die?" she asked, as if she were bored.

"ask."

Ye Qiao hadn't expected him to respond, which made things easier. She patiently persuaded him, "So you're the evil cultivators who have infiltrated the human world? You're still young. I advise you to turn back before it's too late."

The way she spoke, like an old lady, was getting a little unbearable for KFC. Even at a time like this, she still couldn't resist maintaining that hastily put-together persona.

As expected, the evil cultivator's forehead twitched, and he almost wanted to strangle this nagging person, but he didn't reply.

Starting a conversation too abruptly will make people subconsciously wary. It's better to have a casual chat so that it doesn't seem too abrupt when the topic changes. Ye Qiao waited until the effect was about right before casually throwing out a sentence.

"Young man, aren't evil gods inherently capricious beings?" she said casually. "If there's no way to control them, won't you be devoured by them once you lose your value?"

"Shut up, don't even think about sowing discord." He seemed surprised by her words, his face darkened, he glared at her fiercely, but quickened his pace.

The proof is that their resolve has wavered.

"Oh." Ye Qiao laughed. "Having witnessed so many cultivators being drained of their blood and dying, aren't you afraid that one day it will happen to you?"

Her words struck a chord deep within him.

Fear? How could they not be afraid? Although they held a fanatical attitude towards the evil god and believed that our lord could lead them to the pinnacle, this was all based on the premise that they could live.

How could an evil god possibly have a conscience? Knowing he shouldn't have listened to Ye Qiao's words, the man still wavered drastically at this moment.

Ye Qiao pressed her advantage, "Perhaps you could try making a covenant with God."

"You should know, right? Monks have a method called a contract."

"Binding the gods?" The heretic stopped in his tracks and muttered to himself.

Of course, she was just fooling this evil cultivator. The contract certainly existed, but how could it possibly bind an evil being? Judging from the information she found, evil cultivators were all born into the human world and had no idea what legitimate cultivators knew.

He only learned crooked and unorthodox methods, and his understanding of contracts was superficial. Even if he had studied them, Ye Qiao could still fool him by saying that there were still many things he hadn't covered.

"Every profession is like a mountain to climb," to put it bluntly, he's just taking advantage of his status as a heretical practitioner to deceive people.

She didn't believe he wouldn't waver on this suggestion.

"It's not really a constraint," Ye Qiao smiled. "It just prevents it from harming you at will; it's just a means of self-defense."

She repeated herself, her voice soft: "That's all, isn't it?"

Ye Qiao threw the question back to him, letting the man figure it out himself. As expected, he hesitated. Looking at Ye Qiao's calm and composed demeanor in this situation, he asked suspiciously, "What's your plan?"

Her tone was extremely innocent. "Of course. Otherwise, I wouldn't have brought it up."

"Purpose?"

In his view, these people had simply walked right into his doorstep; he didn't believe they had no ulterior motives.

Ye Qiao: "My grandsons are all here."

Seeing the man's cold, disbelieving gaze, she shrugged helplessly, "Alright, they have a mission. I'm here to rescue them. Don't worry, let them go, and I'll help you."

He said, "Okay." The others are worth considering.

But this woman...

This is the first time I've seen my Lord so excited; the quality of his spiritual roots must be extremely high.

How could he possibly let this walking sacrifice leave?

He didn't realize that when Ye Qiao proposed the deal, she didn't mention her leaving at all.

The man led Ye Qiao into an ancestral hall. Red lines were hung around the walls, and there were dried bloodstains on the ground. As soon as they entered, they smelled a musty odor. He muttered something under his breath for a long time, making several hand gestures.

Ye Qiao noticed that he was summoning an evil creature.

As he was getting into the swing of things and about to finish his prayer, Ye Qiao, keeping track of the time, silently called out in her heart: Xiao Qi.

"How long can you keep him locked up?"

Xiaoqi glanced at the man's cultivation level—Nascent Soul stage—and whispered, "A quarter of an hour."

enough.

She stared at his gesture of summoning the evil god, and at the precise moment, as soon as he finished making the gesture, Xiaoxi's dark domain dragged him away from where he stood.

After the man disappeared, Ye Qiao narrowed her eyes, looking at the dark shadow that had formed on the ground.

The moment the evil god descended, even a mere phantom image was enough to make her legs buckle and kneel on the ground.

The shadow was exceptionally distorted, resembling a gigantic, unidentified creature from afar. Soon, she heard the other's voice, shrill and piercing, "Is that you calling me?"

Just listening to the sounds is a form of mental pollution.

Ye Qiao successfully misattributed the information, and shamelessly nodded, "Yes, that's right, my lord, it was I who was fervently praying for your arrival."

The man imprisoned in the area: "???"

The eerie shadow stared at Ye Qiao for a few seconds, then said, "Sacrifice."

"Where, where?"

This evil god speaks like a stutterer.

Ye Qiao lowered her head, afraid she wouldn't be able to control her disgusted expression. "I haven't brought her yet. They got away. I'll definitely offer her as a sacrifice to you in a few days."

The evil god did not respond, but he seemed to be in a terrible mood, almost unable to control his violent emotions and devouring the trash in front of him.

But it's not the right time yet.

It could only endure the pain with a frantic, screeching sound.

Finally, it disappeared reluctantly, waiting for the next believer to bring it food.

Ye Qiao let out a breath.

The Nascent Soul stage man inside the domain was locked up in the dark for some unknown reason.

Ye Qiao memorized the prayer gestures and incantations, and also made sure to familiarize herself with the evil god.

This is enough.

When she returned, she planned to give those evil cultivators in the palace a surprise.

KFC doesn't understand this development, but it does know that another fast-paced, exciting spectacle is about to unfold.

The man in the area was almost killed by a group of swords and evil spirits. Who knows what that evil spirit went through? It was driven mad by oppression, and when it saw a living person come in, it almost tore him to pieces.

When they were released, they were already half-dead.

The man, trapped in the realm, had no idea what was happening, let alone that Ye Qiao had mistaken him for someone else and become a follower of the evil god.

He was now completely bewildered; she actually possessed a domain!

This is absolutely not some nobody. In the cultivation world, only Ye Qinghan has reached the Nascent Soul stage or higher.

But isn't Ye Qinghan's mother a man?

What exactly went wrong?

Ye Qiao stepped on the face of the man Xiao Qi had thrown out, her face expressionless as she pressed her foot to the ground.

Didn't I just want to smash her face?

The commotion was too loud, alerting all the evil cultivators guarding outside. Ye Qiao coldly stomped the man into the ground, and after venting her anger, she reached into her domain and pulled out a cultivation-themed pistol. She raised her hand, turned around, and aimed it at the evil cultivators.

A slight smile played on her lips. "Do you know why I call her Grandma Li?"

"Because your grandma will always be your grandma."

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen talismans shot out.

Crawl talismans, explosion talismans, haha ​​talismans—scattering so many talismans is much faster than throwing them. With so many people chasing after them, someone is bound to get hit.

Explosions and crawling flew together, chaos blended with the sky.

At first glance, it looked as if some unknown creature had invaded the cultivation world. Zhou Xiu, who had just been rescued by his companions, moved his wrist and stared blankly at the scene before him.

The infectious power of an evil god's descent... is it really that terrifying?

After being rescued, he quickly grabbed his companion who had helped him, "Right, my grandma is still there. We have to go rescue her." The cultivators were connected to each other, and they knew a powerful cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, which was why they dared to come in.

After being rescued, Zhou Xiu did not forget to prepare to run away with Ye Qiao.

Then, shortly after he finished speaking, he saw the chaotic scene before him.

The grandmother, who had previously complained about her elderly legs not being able to walk properly, suddenly took the lead and ran ahead of the group of evil practitioners.

Ye Qiao stepped lightly on the breeze and saw several cultivators who had already run out. She was very pleased.

That's good. Finally, there are cultivators who don't have to wait for her to save people.

She grabbed Zhou Xiu, and with a swift movement, overtook the people ahead. Turning back, she didn't forget to taunt the pursuing evil cultivators, "Come on. Try and catch me if you dare."

Zhou Xiu: "..." His milk is awesome.

She held Zhou Xiu in her left hand and a pistol in her right, occasionally glancing back at them.

He handled everything with ease, from escaping to taking action.

It's obvious this isn't the first time they've done it.

After Ye Qiao and his men escaped, the rest was naturally left to the cultivators who had infiltrated to handle.

She couldn't handle so many evil cultivators by herself; at most, she could create some chaos and provide some assistance to those cultivators.

……

First, the sacrifice was interrupted, and then Ye Qiao turned the place upside down, plunging the entire mansion into chaos.

"I've been tricked." The man, who had been stomped on repeatedly by Ye Qiao, scrambled to his feet, his face grim. "That Granny Li is going too far." He was determined to tear her to pieces to vent his anger.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was punched and sent flying, spitting out two mouthfuls of blood.

"You son of a bitch, you idiot!" The leader, enraged by the chaos, slammed his fist down, completely mad with anger.

"Taking advantage of the breeze, with a black stick at his waist! Dressed in dark blue, that's Ye Qiao from the Changming Sect!"