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

Xue Yu tossed aside the landscape map in his hand. "Mu Chongxi, make your move."

The Chaoxi Sword glowed red and swept away the surrounding demons with the force of a wildfire. Even though the demons were weak, they still had the advantage in numbers. Xue Yu's Landscape Map was able to provide perfect cover for Mu Chongxi.

The two worked together seamlessly.

On the other side, after Ye Qiao repelled the demons, she was unexpectedly stopped by a girl.

It was a magpie that we hadn't seen for a long time.

Ye Qiao noticed the hatred in the other person's eyes.

Hate her?

Ye Qiao looked at Yun Que, increasingly confused about what this person was thinking.

"You want to fight me?" Ye Qiao looked at her. It had only been three or four months since they last saw each other, but Yun Que's aura had changed. Before, she could barely be considered innocent and bright, but now her eyes were filled with a heavy gloom.

The aftereffects of becoming a demon?

Ye Qiao had no idea, but Yun Que's cultivation had already reached the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

The others also wondered if Yun Que's cultivation had increased so quickly, had he grown up eating shit?

"I will defeat you fair and square." After Yun Que finished speaking, several Nascent Soul stage experts stood beside him, their eyes coldly fixed on Ye Qiao. "Then I will take your spiritual root."

Ye Qiao: "..."

"You already have so many people who like you, and I have nothing. You're always taking things from me," she murmured to herself. "I didn't want it to be like this in the first place."

Ye Qiao didn't have time to listen to her useless ramblings and self-analysis. She frowned and looked Yun Que up and down.

"So many rare and precious treasures are being piled on you." She asked in surprise, "Yun Que, what are you resentful about?"

Yunhen had always treated her quite well. Even if the original owner was raised by Yunhen himself, she wouldn't necessarily receive any resources from him. Ye Qiao had nothing to say about this, since talent mattered in the cultivation world. But Ye Qiao really couldn't understand where Yun Que's resentment came from.

The gentle emotion in Yun Que's eyes gradually disappeared. "In the end, you all stole them all!" Whether it was the Azure Phoenix or the Treasure-Seeking Beast, the Five Sects, these greedy sects, were not as honest as the Demon Clan.

"At least the demon race is not something you hypocritical, righteous people can compare to."

Here they come. As expected, no matter where they are, it seems that the protagonists rarely have anything good to say about prestigious sects.

As a righteous disciple with impeccable credentials, Ye Qiao couldn't help but sigh, "Are you finished?"

She actually quite liked the identity of a righteous disciple, so being belittled like this made Ye Qiao quite unhappy.

Yun Que remained expressionless. "I've finished speaking. Go to hell, Ye Qiao!" She held a small dagger with strange dark patterns on it. As soon as she got close to Ye Qiao, she felt a strong sense of discomfort. Her swordsmanship had improved considerably.

But her weaknesses were too obvious, and she was suppressed throughout. Daggers are only suitable for assassination; it was foolish for Yun Que to compete with her in swordsmanship.

The Shadow Sword rushed out impatiently, slashing several times and leaving wounds all over the opponent's body. Ye Qiao did not hold back, seeing that Yun Que had been injured, and immediately used her sword to shatter her spiritual root.

Just as she was about to continue, the two Nascent Soul stage experts beside Yun Que made a move.

Ye Qiao clicked her tongue twice and was pushed back. Lue Ying reacted quickly and slashed down with her sword. The sword shadow landed on Yun Que's abdomen, and with a scream, she was almost broken in half.

The advantages of having many spirit swords, each with different attributes, finally made Ye Qiao understand why these swords often looked down on flying immortals.

The Shadow was smug; it was incredibly strong, and no one could match its speed.

It can even complement Xiaoxi's field.

Yun Que swallowed several bottles of pills before she could barely speak, which displeased the demons. The demons had very few pill cultivators, and they had all given them to this woman. They wondered what their young master was thinking.

She glared resentfully at Ye Qiao, and knowing she was no match for him, she handed the dagger to the Nascent Soul cultivator before her. "I want her spiritual root."

The demon experts took it; they too had come under orders, their target being the disciples of the Five Sects. Even if Yun Que hadn't said anything, they wouldn't have let Ye Qiao go.

Ye Qiao faced two Nascent Soul stage cultivators alone, yet her expression remained largely unchanged.

The two demon experts exchanged a glance, not daring to make a move. There was no doubt that Ye Qiao was very strong. He asked, half testing and half mocking, "You want to fight both of us by yourself?"

"Of course not. Who do you two think you are?" a cheerful boy's voice rang out. "But you smell awful again, you filthy, unwashed bunch."

Before I could see you materialize from the sword, your arms outstretched, eyes blinking, you swept past the demons and looked at Yun Que: "You used it to dig out people's spiritual roots?"

Such heavy resentment! Even someone like Jun, who cultivates the path of slaughter, could sense a bit of surprise.

Yun Que was taken aback. "A sword spirit taking human form?"

She quickly realized, "You're the one with the stick?"

Without seeing Jun's bright smile, she said, "I'm your ancestor." A jet-black chain wrapped around her, and Yun Que quickly grabbed a sword from her bag. Without thinking, she slashed it down and wrapped it around Jun's neck, tightening it expressionlessly, as if she wanted to cut off her fragile neck cleanly.

Bloodied flesh was torn open, and Jun's eyes were filled with blackness, brimming with malice: "Die."

The next second, the sword in Yun Que's hand emitted points of light, dissolving all of Bu Jianjun's domineering sword energy.

"Eh?" Jun paused slightly.

Does it have a spirit?

How come this guy has so many good things?

Ye Qiao waved her hand, indicating that Jun had not returned, and at the same time, she wanted to insult the Heavenly Dao more than once.

There's no Luoshui anymore, so what kind of sword are they sending this time?

……

The battle reached its climax. Zhou Xingyun pointed his longsword at the air and unleashed the "Qingfeng Po" technique. Using himself as the catalyst, the sixth move of the Qingfeng technique swept in and shattered all the demons who entered. The scene was filled with blood mist, but the fierce wind swirled around him, leaving no trace of blood on the young man's clothes.

Not only is his obsessive-compulsive disorder severe, but his germaphobia is also very serious.

Duan Hengdao quickly erected a protective shield and also put one on the person next to him. Chengfeng Sect was unusually generous, and they immediately took all of their magical artifacts without any hesitation.

"Senior Brother Zhou," Duan Hengdao's lips twitched, "Um, could you be a little gentler? We don't want to get blood on our hands either."

They completely disregard their lives.

Zhou Xingyun: "Oh."

Duan Hengdao: "..." He seriously suspected that the other party was just giving him the runaround.

It wasn't the first time he had come to know Zhou Xingyun. Strictly speaking, Zhou Xingyun really didn't have any grand principles to speak of. He only cared about the people he cared about, and he was somewhat indifferent to himself. No wonder he cultivated the Supreme Forgetfulness of Emotions.

"Can you block the sword?" Shen Ziwei asked in pain. Their senior brother didn't care about their lives at all. He abandoned them and took the lead in the charge with the Qingfeng Sword. They could only hide behind Zhou Xingyun.

Zhou Xingyun also had no loyalty to the sect; with a swift movement of the wind, he disappeared faster than anyone else.

"No." Zhou Xingyun lowered his eyes, his words righteous and firm: "This is my sword."

Duan Hengdao looked at his calm, unwavering gaze and muttered hesitantly, "Alright." It seems that sword cultivators value their swords quite a bit.

He took out defensive and offensive magical artifacts from his storage bag, and had no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

While Bujian Jun was entangled with the spirit of that dagger, and was pondering whether to crush it or snatch it for Ye Qiao, Zhou Xingyun saw this scene and decisively threw Duan Chen away.

The snow-white spirit sword was hurled straight at them, drawing a sharp, bright arc across the battlefield. "Ahhh, Zhou Xingyun! I hate you!"

A voice filled with despair echoed from mid-air.

Ye Qiao looked up, and the corner of her mouth twitched suddenly.

What fell down?