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

The troublesome Xue Yu began refining pills. With practice, he became more skilled and could now accurately refine aphrodisiac pills. He only needed to wait for Qin Huai to capture a female demon beast to attract the male demon beasts.

He quickly finished refining the pills, crushed the aphrodisiac pills into powder, and sprinkled them on the female demon beast. Soon, following the scent, the other male demon beasts in heat rushed towards the Ghost King Tower like wild boars released from their cages.

Qin Huai casually mounted a demonic beast, then with a cold face, he began to command the demonic beast army to charge forward, launching an attack towards the Ghost King Tower.

The Ghost King Tower is now in complete chaos.

The tower, where you are not seen, is about to crack.

He's like catnip now, incredibly attractive to monsters. The absence of him is like adding a potent aphrodisiac, causing the monsters to collectively riot.

Song Hansheng and the others rushed to the eighteenth floor. He glanced at Mingxuan and urged, "Ye Qiao wants you to go down and find her." Mingxuan was one of the few who could ignore the return rule at the beginning of the game on the eighteenth floor. At this moment, Mingxuan was the only one who would stay by their side.

After Mingxuan left, everyone's expressions became serious. Zhu You's lips moved slightly as she looked at Qi Yu. Seeing that they hadn't brought the person back, she said, "My second senior brother..."

Qi Lu didn't dare to look at her. He looked away for a moment, then whispered, "The Heart-Cleansing Bell isn't working."

"They pulled him back, but he's already..."

Qi Yu pursed her lips. "I'm sorry."

Once assimilated by the phantom, even bringing people out is futile.

Zhu You froze, feeling a chill run through her body. The girl gripped the spirit sword at her waist tightly and managed to utter, "I understand."

On the eighteenth floor battlefield, the Ghost King's army had gathered. She didn't even have time to grieve before she had to compose herself and deal with these monsters. Ye Qiao threw Xiao Qi to them, and once they had chopped up the monsters, Xiao Qi would devour them, thus keeping each other in check.

The human and ghost sides were locked in a standoff. The Sword Inquiry Sect was the main fighting force, so they had to clear the way. The talisman cultivators used various formations to amplify their abilities and provide cover, until a phantom ghost silently approached.

Su Zhuo's pupils turned black in an instant, and his head drooped slightly. "Junior Sister..."

Seeing this, Mu Chongxi precisely kicked Su Zhuo, sending him to the ground: "Calm down."

The Phantom Ghost would take advantage of any weakness, and Mu Chongxi of the Heart-Seeking Path was too difficult to deal with. Sword cultivators were basically single-minded, and it would take a long time to assimilate them. Only Su Zhuo was the best candidate for a breakthrough.

Mu Chongxi didn't expect that after so much time had passed, this guy was still thinking about Yun Que. He didn't know whether to call him stupid or pitiful.

Su Zhuo was jolted awake by the kick. He covered his ears, but the lingering phantom ghosts were impossible to drive away.

Qi Lu shook the bell, bringing everyone back to their senses: "Cheer up."

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"Assimilation can really kill people," he warned.

Su Zhuo nodded gratefully to the other party.

The battle between the human and ghost factions had barely lasted the time it takes for an incense stick to burn when the ground on the eighteenth floor suddenly began to tremble.

Turning their heads, they saw a horde of monsters rushing towards them at incredible speed.

The ghost cultivator was stunned. "Holy crap, what are those things coming over?"

"Demon, beast." Ye Qinghan uttered two words calmly.

These are very familiar creatures. How could we not be familiar with them? After loving and fighting with monsters for so long, no one knows them better than us.

The ghost cultivator gripped his magic weapon tightly, his blood boiling. "So, shouldn't we face these ghosts head-on and send them running for their lives?"

"No." To everyone's surprise, Ye Qinghan flew up on his sword, succinctly stating, "Taking advantage of the chaos."

"All we need to do is hide. Hide as quickly as possible."

He roughly understood who had made the commotion.

If Ye Qiao were here, she would only instruct these people to quickly hide and watch the fight unfold. Since Ye Qiao wasn't here, Ye Qinghan was in charge. He decisively said, "I'll give you ten seconds to find a place to hide."

Ghost cultivator: "..."

Not just the eighteenth floor, but every single floor of the tower was in complete chaos, with monsters roaming everywhere. The scene was reminiscent of the chaotic battles in the secret realm back then.

Mingxuan swallowed hard after finding his junior sister, not daring to move an inch, for fear of running into a demonic beast that would tear him apart.

"They're all on the eighteenth floor, so they should be fine, right?" Mingxuan gripped the defensive talisman, remaining vigilant, as demonic beasts attack people indiscriminately.

Ye Qiao answered irrelevantly, "Don't you think it's really easy to fish in troubled waters during a chaotic battle?"

In terms of pure combat strength, the disciples might not be able to defeat so many monsters. Inviting ruthless demonic beasts to disrupt the competition would throw both sides into disarray. The disciples' previous five trials in the secret realm were not for nothing; they are already accustomed to dealing with various demonic beasts.

The ones who suffered the most were the Ghost King's army.

Xiao Qi was eyeing these ghosts and monsters with predatory intent. Even if the ghosts and monsters could reshape themselves after being torn apart by the demonic beasts, it would depend on whether Xiao Qi would give them that chance. The main purpose of keeping Xiao Qi in the eighteenth level battlefield was to nurture it. The more ghosts and monsters it devoured, the higher its cultivation level would be.

She wasn't just talking about wanting to raise a ghost king.

The boy lay quietly on the ground. Mingxuan kicked him, his tone complex, "Has he really been assimilated?"

"Although I really dislike him." Back then, it was Chu Xingzhi who mocked Ming Xuan the most harshly.

But after spending over a year together, Mingxuan scratched his head. "Is there really no way? He cultivated the Dao of Inquiry. How could he die at the hands of such a ridiculous ghost?"

The legendary path of self-discovery, so relentlessly pursued... How could it be succumbed to such methods?

Ye Qiao shook her head: "Whether he can get rid of the illusion ghost depends on himself." This thing is similar to the illusion realm, but the illusion realm is a proper spiritual object in human form. After failing a few times, it will no longer make things difficult for the other party. The illusion ghost is a relentless entity that will never give up.

And once they waver, what awaits them is being assimilated by the phantom ghost entering their body.

Chaos had completely broken out inside the Ghost King Tower. The two of them had nothing to do for the time being and could only wait quietly. If Chu Xingzhi could force the Phantom Ghost out of his body, there would still be hope.

After pondering for a moment, Ye Qiao suddenly lowered his head and drew a talisman on the spot.

After it was finished, it was neatly pasted onto Chu Xingzhi's body.

"Do you remember?"

"A talisman that can transform into what the other person desires most."

The scene shows Duan Hengdao clinging to Shen Ziwei's leg as if he has lost his mind.

Mingxuan's eyes lit up.

The moment the talisman was applied, Chu Xingzhi, who had been completely unresponsive, suddenly looked up, his longsword splitting in two. "Ahhhhh! For my senior brother!!"

Ye Qiao, who never expected this outcome, was speechless.

The boy was incredibly excited, as if he had been injected with adrenaline, a far cry from his initial lifelessness.

Damn, I was careless.

This was Huan Gui's only thought. This little devil was already difficult to deal with. They initially approached his junior sister, thinking they were about to succeed, but who knew that this Wenxin Daoist was so difficult to deal with, refusing to join them no matter what.

As a result, Ye Qiao's talisman actually woke the person up.

—Damn it, could this Ye Qinghan be his old flame?

Undeterred, the phantom ghost transformed into Ye Qinghan's appearance, revealing a smile, "Second Junior Brother..."

Ye Qinghan's face was beaming with a bright and cheerful smile.

Chu Xingzhi's sword, which had been paused, slammed down the next second, as he roared in fury: "How dare you impersonate my senior brother!"

The young man's sword energy was pure and unyielding. Anything that attempted to annihilate the phantom ghosts was met with the ghosts' unwilling roars. The sword, gleaming with cold light, burst forth with a bright light. He took a deep breath, and the phantom ghosts within his body drew even closer.

Seeing so many phantom ghosts, densely packed and about to bury him completely, Chu Xingzhi raised his hand and slashed himself with a sword. The tip of the sword avoided a vital spot, and the intensifying pain gradually cleared the boy's eyes.

He remembered his senior brother's words: "A righteous disciple would rather die than associate with evil spirits."

Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan couldn't see the scene of Huan Gui and Chu Xingzhi fighting each other, but that didn't stop them from seeing the sword stab that caused them both to feel stomach pain.

That is the righteousness of seeking the truth in one's heart.

The boy struggled to open his eyes, gasped for breath, and was enveloped in a faint golden light that gradually faded away.

Mingxuan raised an eyebrow.

He grasped the Dao quite quickly.

The mirror was broken directly.

The second Nascent Soul cultivator of the Sword Inquiry Sect. Ye Qiao was incredibly jealous. She reached out and shook him frantically. Seeing the boy turn his head in a daze, she put on her dramatic act, looking heartbroken: "Gou Sheng, don't you remember me? I'm your beloved father!"

Recalling the scene of Ye Qiao pulling him back from the brink of losing his senses, Chu Xingzhi was moved for less than three seconds: "..."

Give him back his gratitude, you dog Ye Qiao!!

"Awake?" Ye Qiao acted dramatically for three seconds before reverting to her previous expression: "Awake and get to work."

We need to get out of the tower quickly. Although Chu Xingzhi's lightning tribulation needs some time to prepare, if he doesn't get out and land on the tower, he might be electrocuted.

Chu Xingzhi lingered for a moment, his eyes crinkling into a smile, "Thank you, Ye Qiao."

Whether it was the light of the Flying Immortal Sword that was too bright and dazzling, or her words "I won't leave" that made Chu Xingzhi want to say a few more words to her.

His bond with her was purely based on the bond formed after he was rescued, and had nothing to do with romance.

Seeing this, Mingxuan chuckled, patted Chu Xingzhi on the shoulder, and said casually, "Stop chatting, where are we going now?"

Having reached the Nascent Soul stage, one can easily walk sideways across the first dozen or so floors of the tower.

In fact, melee combat is the most lethal force, especially when monsters invade the Ghost King Tower and the ghosts and humans on the eighteenth floor are unable to distinguish friend from foe.

Neither Ye Qinghan nor Zhou Xingyun held back. To protect their junior brothers and sisters behind them, they activated their domains one after another, disregarding the lives of others, and opened their domains together.

The simultaneous activation of two domains, overlapping within the same space, creates a greater danger than usual.

The tower spirit also realized the seriousness of the situation; if the fighting continued, the place would really collapse.

The tower also has rules. It cannot throw people out arbitrarily unless they are maliciously attacked. The problem is that no one is maliciously attacking it. These people are just making the surrounding area shaky while they are hurting each other.

The elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect rushed over using a teleportation array, barely making it to the Ghost Realm. He frantically started typing on his disciple's jade slip, but there was no signal on the eighteenth floor.

With his last hope, he opened Ye Qiao's jade slip.

"What the hell are you doing, Ye Qiao?" The Grand Elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect questioned sternly. He watched as the entire tower shook violently, his brow twitching. The shadow of the former secret realm collapsing and the forbidden area being blown up resurfaced in his mind. He said coldly, "Why does it look like the tower is about to collapse any second?"

The fact that they were able to make contact with Ye Qiao was a good thing. The fact that several disciples' life lamps had all gone out meant that there was definitely danger inside the Ghost King Tower. The five sects planned to bring everyone back.

Even the best training ground doesn't mean that all their close disciples will be wiped out.

Ye Qiao touched the tip of her nose and muttered, "It has nothing to do with me. They were fighting on the eighteenth floor and opened two domains."

"Two domains?!" The Sword Inquiry Sect's raised voice nearly deafened her. "Who has comprehended them?"

"My senior brother and Ye Qinghan."

The elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect was disappointed for a few seconds. It wasn't their sect after all. Damn it.

His disappointment lasted only a few seconds. Zhou Xingyun had also broken through to the Nascent Soul stage a long time ago. There was no reason why Zhou Xingyun couldn't do what Ye Qinghan could. "Open the recording stone and let me see the battle situation on your side."

He tried to direct his trusted followers to keep them from acting recklessly.

Ye Qiao obediently opened the recording stone and gave them a live broadcast. To be honest, if we're talking about excitement, the 18th floor is the place to be. They arrived at the Ghost King's lair.

The scene was utterly chaotic, with various alchemists, talisman cultivators, and artifact cultivators huddled together for warmth.

Some people are born leaders. Ye Qiao stood there, lazily opened the recording stone, and even though he looked down on everyone, those usually arrogant craftsmen rarely dared to voice any dissatisfaction.

The scene, reminiscent of the Syrian battlefield, left all the elders who had come to provide support completely bewildered.

What is this?

A massive monster rave?

"These are all cultivators from our cultivation world?" The elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect hesitated for a moment, "How did they all fall to such a state?"

"Yes," she said meaningfully, "not only that, but they're all alchemists, talisman cultivators, and artifact cultivators. Where are your treasures?"

"—What?" The other party's voice suddenly rose. Having learned from experience, Ye Qiao quickly moved the jade slip a little further away. The Sword Sect elder asked in anguish, "Why are they all here?"

They're all highly skilled professionals in rare fields, so why are they all gathered together?

Ye Qiao explained the situation in a casual manner, "These people are trapped by the tower. I'm trying to find a way to rescue them."

"However, you don't need to come in." She smirked. "I'm going to raze this idiot's house to the ground."

Their presence was truly useless; the root cause wasn't their strength, but rather the tower spirit.

"Ye Qiao!" The elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect became serious and rebuked, "Don't act recklessly. Have you even read the sect rules for beginners? Disciples must obey the elders' orders."

Ye Qiao: "Wow, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

She tossed the jade slip to Chu Xingzhi, saying, "Your elder."

Chu Xingzhi looked at the jade slip that had lit up again, and seeing this, he hung up the phone as well.

After all, he wasn't someone like Ye Qiao, who broke the rules as easily as eating and drinking. This was his first time rebelling, and he was still a little nervous.

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Two chapters, seven thousand words, and one more.