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

Those ghost cultivators didn't have any obvious weaknesses. After all, they were ghost cultivators, different from ordinary cultivators. Trying to find weaknesses in them would take forever. With this group's burst of attacks, some dissipated, and some coughed up blood.

After the ghost cultivator in front of him was attacked and his figure disappeared, Ye Qiao confirmed one thing: "A clone."

The ghost cultivators surrounding them were mostly clones.

That means the ghost cultivator who created them was really strong, but no matter how strong he was, he couldn't withstand being kicked in the groin one after another. Witnessing his clones being kicked away one by one, his main body panicked.

If the clones disperse, they disperse; but if he gets kicked, he'll truly be completely childless.

The male ghost cultivator was heartbroken. These cultivators all looked so obedient, how could they all be so ruthless?

With his clones being scattered one after another, he decisively stopped struggling, retracted them, and leaped to the highest point. "Wait."

Seeing that they had taken out magical artifacts to try and knock him down, the ghost cultivator said in a cold voice, "You must have come all the way up from the first level, right? I've been here for half a month, and I can tell you some information."

"You were threatening to kill us before. Now you're telling us something?" Ye Qiao pulled out her Flying Immortal Sword and sneered, "Then you might as well die."

A bright sword light arced through the air, slashing towards the spot where the ghost cultivator had landed. He was momentarily startled, "The sword in your hand... is it a light-attribute spirit sword?"

The ghost cultivator noticed the expressionless faces of the others and dared not relax his vigilance, fearing that he would be struck. This kind of light-attribute spirit sword was naturally effective against evil creatures, and one strike would probably separate his head and body.

Ye Qiao suddenly loosened her grip on the sword and laughed, "Don't be nervous. We just want to talk to you about the eighteenth floor. After all, we just came up here ourselves. We won't take your life easily in a place where we don't know the situation. Don't worry."

The ghost cultivator believed him. He pressed himself against the edge of the tower and said, "You, like us, climbed all the way up from the first to the eighteenth floor, right?"

He shivered and fell into his memories, "I can't get out, I can't get out at all."

"We all made it to the eighteenth floor, but all our companions died. Perhaps we were all chosen vessels by the Ghost King?" he muttered to himself. "Only those with sufficient strength can persist to the eighteenth floor. I'm only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, but clearly my strength is insufficient..."

"You're all better than me, you must have a way, right?" He could only place his hopes on this group of people.

Because those who have climbed up the seventeenth floor have all survived by the skin of their teeth.

Those people's clothes were all tattered, and their spiritual energy was almost depleted, but judging from the state of these six people, they were obviously in complete control. They were unharmed the moment they fell, and they were definitely experts above the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

However, the ghost cultivator, who had been making wild guesses, miscalculated one thing from beginning to end.

That means none of Ye Qiao and the others were Nascent Soul stage experts.

They also did not experience the first seventeen levels.

If this ghost cultivator were to fight seriously, there would be no way to defeat him except for Ye Qiao forcibly opening her domain. However, he was already frightened by them, and even after discovering that these people's cultivation was only at the Golden Core stage, he would automatically try to compensate.

Big shots prefer to keep a low profile; it's normal for them to conceal their cultivation level and pretend to be weak while actually being strong.

Mingxuan blinked, not understanding why this ghost cultivator kept looking at them with awe.

Qi Lu noticed something was amiss and pinched Ming Xuan to signal him to keep quiet and watch Ye Qiao's reaction.

Ye Qiao smiled at him as well, "We are cultivators from the cultivation world who have come here for training. We hope to break through and then return to the cultivation world. We have heard about this place before, so we came here specifically to take on the challenge."

Qi Yu was shocked by her blatant lies. What did she mean by deliberately challenging them? Weren't they just unintentionally dragged into this?

The ghost cultivator squinted and quickly sized up the group of cultivators, his pale expression revealing his astonishment. "Then you must have reached the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, which is why you came to the Ghost King Tower as a group seeking thrills?"

Ye Qiao's phrase "strive for a breakthrough" referred to breaking through to the peak of the Golden Core stage, but she phrased it too vaguely. No further guidance was needed, as the ghost cultivator had already picked up where she left off.

Ye Qiao didn't deny it, but instead asked, "Do you know how to get out of the eighteenth floor?"

The ghost cultivator was intimidated by their peak Nascent Soul cultivation level and completely lost the will to resist. He shook his head and said in a dejected tone, "I've been here for half a month. You were the first batch to reach the eighteenth floor. I've used up all my pills and need to replenish my energy, which is why I was blind to your greatness and attacked you."

……

On the other side, the five sects dispersed. The Moon Cleansing Sect was still looking for a suitable ally. Song Hansheng had his eye on the Azure Water Sect, but was told that the Azure Water Sect had chosen the Sword Inquiry Sect as its ally.

The Sword Inquiry Sect is powerful and lacks alchemy cultivators, so it would be natural for them to accept the Azure Water Sect. After being rejected, Song Hansheng pondered for a moment and decided to go and talk to Ye Qinghan.

They were going to enter the Ghost King Tower, but Song Hansheng, who only had three direct disciples in the Moon Clean Sect, dared not take the risk for fear of encountering danger.

After careful consideration, I still decided to talk to the Sword Inquiry Sect.

An alliance between the three sects isn't out of the question. Although some disagreements might arise when dividing the treasures, Song Hansheng wouldn't dare risk the lives of his fellow disciples in such a dangerous place.

Song Hansheng wasn't the only one wanting to enter the Ghost King Tower; Ye Qinghan had the same plan. He wasn't surprised that the Yueqing Sect had come knocking, but simply took a half-step back and asked calmly, "What brings you here?"

Song Hansheng: "I wanted to see you. So I came."

He stepped forward: "Want to talk?"

There was nothing wrong with the statement itself, but for some reason, Ye Qinghan suddenly blurted out Ming Xuan's question, "Didn't your beloved brother, Song Hansheng, come over?"

Looking at Song Hansheng's earnest attitude towards her, Ye Qinghan, who kept thinking about those words, couldn't help but take two steps back, her face expressionless: "I'm sorry. Your love is too heavy, I don't accept it."

Song Hansheng looked up: "???"

"Wh-what?" Song Hansheng's usually calm voice trembled because he was so disgusted.

Chu Xingzhi was the first to fly into a rage. Without saying a word, he charged towards the Yueqing Sect members with his Cunxue Sword, "How dare you have such inappropriate thoughts about my senior brother!"

Song Hansheng took a step back and used a calming talisman to soothe Chu Xingzhi, that idiot. "Who told you I had improper thoughts about you?"

Ye Qinghan paused for a moment, then said, "Mingxuan."

Song Hansheng narrowed his eyes. It's Changming Sect again, isn't it? He'll remember that.

He was disgusted and didn't want to beat around the bush, so he said directly, "We want to enter the Ghost King Tower."

"You should also need to set up arrays with talismans, right? The Ghost King Tower changes in an instant from the first to the eighteenth floor."

Ye Qinghan nodded. He acknowledged Song Hansheng's strength and therefore did not refuse.

The three sects formed an alliance, and Si Miaoyan had no objections, so the atmosphere in the group was barely harmonious. However, the moment they stepped into the Ghost King Tower, when Ye Qinghan and the others turned around again, they found that the Biyue Sect and Yueqing Sect had completely disappeared.

*

"Why did the life lamps of these two brats go out?"

Upon hearing this, Xie Chuxue was initially a little nervous, but after glancing at Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan, he casually remarked, "Oh. Maybe the lamp is of poor quality."

Qin Fanfan: "How is that possible?"

The natal lamp is a lamp left after taking on disciples to observe their condition. Although it is known that there are always some unexpected things in the ghost realm, such as being trapped in a certain place causing the flame of the natal lamp to be temporarily suppressed, the speed at which these two were trapped was too fast.

In this situation, two lamps suddenly went out. Something definitely went wrong.

"It's normal for things like this to happen in the Ghost Realm." Xie Chuxue, fearing another beating from her hot-tempered senior brother, cleverly kept her distance and added, "Besides, isn't Ye Qiao there?"

Qin Fanfan was still worried. He glanced at Xie Chuxue suspiciously, "How old is Ye Qiao? Seventeen at most? Why do you have such high expectations for her?"

Xie Chuxue chuckled twice, her eyes crinkling into crescents. "That brat is known as the light of our Changming Sect, isn't she? It's only natural that I have expectations for her."

Qin Fanfan doesn't believe him for a second.

"Take their life lamps with you, and ask the elders of the other four sects to bring their personally passed-down life lamps over for a meeting." After much deliberation, Qin Fanfan was still worried and decided to inquire about the situation on the other sects' side.

*

While there was no immediate danger, Ye Qiao could only gather information as quickly as possible through her ongoing conversations with the ghost cultivator. She narrowed her eyes and suddenly asked, "By the way, are there any restrictions on who can enter the Ghost King Tower? For example, are the weak not allowed to enter?"

The ghost cultivator was stunned for a moment, then replied, "Yes." He hadn't expected her to have guessed that.

"Alchemists and talisman cultivators will be stopped outside and directly devoured."

"Because these people are too weak, the Ghost King doesn't care about them at all."

Ye Qiao clicked her tongue; the elders hadn't mentioned a word about this.

The ghost cultivator spoke frankly, "Your cultivation level will increase very quickly in the first ten levels of the Ghost King Tower. I used this tower to go from the early Nascent Soul stage to the mid-Nascent Soul stage. Once you reach the tenth level, don't be greedy, just run out as soon as possible."

Ye Qiao noticed that he used the word "run".

She asked tentatively, "Can't we turn back from here?"

"No. Once you're in, there's no turning back." He shook his head. "Boss, were you really not one of the five most wanted criminals before?" She could pinpoint the flaw in his casual remark; she was overly cautious. He wouldn't believe she was a good person.

Ye Qiao recalled her previous experience of being wanted by the Eight Great Families, stroked her chin, and said sincerely, "If you said I was a wanted criminal, it doesn't seem like there would be any problem?"

"I don't know how to escape from the eighteenth floor, but the problem now is how to survive." The ghost cultivator said in pain, "The only way to survive is to eliminate these ever-appearing black mists."

Black mist?

Seeing the ghost cultivator's frightened expression, Ye Qiao didn't want to experience the destructive power of the mist for the time being. She reached out and patted it, and the little ghost transformed into human form, standing quietly beside her. She asked softly, "Could we go into your domain to take shelter?"

Xiaoqi hesitated for a moment, then timidly hummed in agreement.

Su Zhuo's lips twitched when he saw the brat.

He took a half step back. "He's dangerous. Are you sure he won't rip our hearts out if we go in?"

He had seen it before. He had even ripped a hole through the chest of that demon lord.

Miaomiao nudged Ye Qiao, "Qiaoqiao! You can enter your domain too, right? It's healing-type, perfect for refuge." She remembered the pale green light clearly.

It's a healing domain, a very useful one. It can be said that among all the cultivators in history who possessed domains, there has never been a healing domain.

Ye Qiao interrupted her speculation, scratching her head. "It's dangerous. It's a bit unstable right now."

Others assumed she didn't want them to know the specific uses of her domain.

It's easy to understand that if a system is too simple and its countermeasures are figured out, it will be very bad.

"Then let's stay in Xiaoxi Domain." Mingxuan raised his hand to indicate that he was quite curious about Ye Qiao's Domain.

However, Elder Duan, who seemed to have experienced it once, was quite wary of it. He repeatedly instructed Ye Qiao not to activate it so early before mastering its function. Since even Elder Duan said so, Ming Xuan dared not be reckless and encourage it.

Just moments after Xiaoxi pulled him into the domain, the black mist that the ghost cultivator had mentioned indeed swept in and filled the entire tower, densely packed and extremely eerie.

Monsters were still searching for food in the fog, only to find the tower completely empty, not a soul left, let alone a human.

A flock of man-eating birds gathered here: "???"

Having easily dodged a wave of attacks, the ghost cultivator breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but scrutinize the group. "What are your backgrounds?"

The field.

Even in the ghost realm, such domains are rare.

Perhaps... perhaps I could go out with them.

The ghost cultivator was also quite strong, at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm. It could be said that anyone who could survive to the eighteenth level was a master among masters.

Even experts can't withstand people who don't play by the rules. They kick people in sensitive areas right from the start. Who the hell can fight them?

"This is it." The ghost cultivator silently observed the scene outside. "The fog here kills people without any rhyme or reason. After the fog dissipates, many unfamiliar monsters and ghosts will appear."

He smiled bitterly: "The treasures on the first ten floors are simply luring us step by step into the abyss."

While he was still wallowing in self-pity, he turned around and found that the group of cultivators were collectively so envious that they were crying.

But they haven't even seen the treasures in the first ten levels.

The game started in this hellish mode.

Mingxuan said in a low voice, "Mu Chongxi and the others are probably having fun in the Ghost Realm right now, aren't they?"

In any case, not going into the tower is the best option.

"Yes," Su Zhuo said in a low voice, "At least, fools have their own kind of happiness. They won't end up like us, being thrown to the bottom of the eighteenth floor of the pagoda just for peeing on the Ghost King's territory."

Upon hearing this, the group stared at the culprit, Mingxuan, with death stares.

Mingxuan felt guilty and didn't say anything.

Ye Qiao surveyed the legendary eighteenth level of the Ghost King Tower. Black mist swirled around it, accompanied by various demonic beasts. Inside the Ghost King Tower, only the strongest sword cultivators were allowed. It all seemed like a breeding ground for venomous insects.

She patted the little boy's head thoughtfully. As Xiao Qi tilted his head in confusion, Ye Qiao blinked, smiled slightly, and asked in a light tone, "Xiao Qi, do you want to be the Ghost King?"