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

The alchemy group adopted a gang-up policy, beating up the senior members of the Azure Water Sect and forcibly exchanging them for two doses of antidote. To be honest, such violent methods are not advisable, but they are a way to break the deadlock.

They had considered that this group might try to exchange the antidote through negotiation, trade, or other means, but they never expected that they would actually engage in a full-blown fight.

"That one in red," the founder of the Azure Water Sect's lips twitched, "is he from the Everlasting Brightness Sect?"

Don't think she didn't see it; the whole thing was controlled by that boy.

"Why didn't I think of beating them up back then?" A senior figure pondered. When he gave out this trial, his idea was to try to satisfy the other party through an exchange, rather than beating them up.

"What's that boy's name?"

The elders of the Changming Sect recalled, "Xue Yu."

The senior from the Azure Water Sect forced a smile. "Warn him, his idea is good, but he's not allowed to make a move again!"

If the timing weren't so bad, they would have yelled and questioned why they were leading their protégé astray.

The senior members of the Changming Sect were quite pleased with this outcome. You see, no matter how many generations of direct disciples the Changming Sect has, they are basically all native-born disciples of the immortal sect. They have been upright and honest since childhood. What changed them under these circumstances?

Influenced by external factors? It doesn't seem like it.

Fortunately, it seemed that only the alchemy group was acting abnormally. The sword cultivators were still on their way to find a successor. The group of teenagers gathered together and cooperated very well on the road. They traveled all day and chatted around a campfire at night.

Mu Chongxi exhaled, "Why is the weather in this godforsaken place so unpredictable?"

It was unbearably hot during the day and freezing cold at night. They were constantly bothered by monsters that would try to sneak up on them from behind and snap their necks.

"And the further we go into the inner area, the fewer monsters there are," Zhu You said. "There might be something in the inner area. Should we continue on our way?"

If you want to inherit the legacy, it's better to do it separately. Everyone wants the legacy, and if you team up with other sects, it's easy for someone to snatch it up, which would be bad.

However, there are too many variables in the ancient forest. We can only be wary of each other and reach a plastic cooperation first. When we encounter the inheritance, we can each rely on our own abilities.

"Let's get going." Qin Huai didn't think as much as she did. "We'll have to go in sooner or later. We'll find out what's inside once we see."

It is the elders who hold the inheritance who choose the successor, not the other way around. They can only go in together and try their luck to see if they are the lucky ones who are chosen.

Ye Qiao stretched, munched on an apple, and walked inside, mumbling, "I don't want to go. I really hate fighting."

Mu Chongxi grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the mustard seed bag and gave them to his senior brother, not caring at all, "The sooner we finish fighting, the sooner it'll be over."

They ate as if they were on vacation, casually snapping away, their appetites seemingly nonchalant.

This caused Qin Huai and Ye Qinghan, who were walking ahead, to have their foreheads throbbing wildly. The two senior disciples didn't hesitate to rebuke them, their voices cold, "Do any of you three have any sense of responsibility as disciples?"

Zhou Xingyun keenly noticed that the two were staring intently at them. He misunderstood their meaning, so he held out his hand and offered it to them: "Oh. You want some too?"

He never expected that the two of them would be so envious, staring at them intently the whole way.

"..."

Finally, Qin Huai and Ye Qinghan, each holding a handful of melon seeds, fell silent and stopped looking at Changming Sect.

Who knows if Zhou Xingyun's brain is normal either, but he actually generously shared a handful of sunflower seeds with the two of them.

Losing them was obviously not an option, as it would easily anger the Changming Sect. For the sake of their superficial cooperation, Qin Huai and Ye Qinghan could only stiffen their faces, holding the melon seeds that the other had given them, and walk forward woodenly, unsure whether to crack the seeds or not.

As the group ventured deeper into the inner perimeter, the number of monsters gradually decreased from a few scattered individuals to none. The absence of these elusive monsters did not relax them; instead, it made them even more tense. The quieter it was, the more troublesome the creatures inside would be.

What level is it? Nascent Soul stage? Or Deity Transformation stage?

However, if it's about inheritance, the difficulty of the trials should be more than this.

When the team arrived at their destination and saw what was in front of them, everyone unconsciously held their breath.

Finally, Ye Qiao's voice slowly broke the silence, "Is this our trial?"

Not far away, a black dragon was coiled up. It seemed displeased at being suddenly disturbed. The dragon suddenly raised its head and spewed out a burst of dragon breath at them without warning. In an instant, the scalding heat felt like lava falling on them.

Zhou Xingyun sensed the dragon's rage and, before it could unleash its breath, said, "Let's go."

Fortunately, it wasn't a real dragon, but a remnant soul. Otherwise, even with just the pressure of the dragon race, they wouldn't have been able to escape that breath. Facing an absolute powerhouse, they would only be forced to kneel and face the attack head-on by the pressure.

The KFC chicken, huddled within the domain, seemed to have sensed something. At that moment, the little red bird's feathers bristled, and its childish voice rang out in the mind, "It's the dragon Ye Qiao. Kill it and you can get the inheritance."

Dragons and phoenixes are both ancient creatures, and theoretically they don't really like each other. After sensing the dragon's annoying aura, KFC's tone became agitated.

Both are creatures blessed with unique advantages, but dragons are born strong, while phoenixes need to undergo repeated trials and rebirths. Just imagine how this might upset KFC.

"I see." She still held dragons in high esteem.

Ye Qiao casually tossed the apple core over, hitting the dragon squarely on the forehead. She then grabbed a bamboo shoot and exclaimed, "It's a dragon."

It's not a matter of respect or awe now; this remnant soul of the dragon is testing them.

To obtain the legacy, you must defeat it.

"Make your move." Ye Qinghan said calmly, and accurately threw the melon seeds onto the dragon. He didn't know what to do with the handful of melon seeds, and now the opportunity had come.

They quickly threw all the melon seed shells in their hands over, and the sword cultivators drew their swords, ready to deal with the dragon in front of them. Despite their antics, the dragon was incredibly powerful. The intrusion of the unfamiliar aura made it restless, and it charged straight at them.

With its scorching breath, the dragon swept its tail, snapping all the trees in half. Enraged, the dragon slammed its claw down, cracking the ground open. The three teams quickly dodged to the side.

Qin Huai's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his voice deep and icy, "Do you want us to slay this dragon?"

This dragon attacks without any discernible pattern; any creature that dares to approach and is within its sight is invariably killed by a single tail swipe.

It was a colossal creature that could easily crush a person into mincemeat with a single swipe of its claws, making it impossible to get close.

"We'll distract it later, and you guys think of a way to attack its weak point."

The foundation laid by Ye Qiao and the other two was not for nothing. At least now they can fully master the ability to jump by using the air. Riding the breeze is much more agile than flying on a sword. These three escape experts are as nimble as rabbits. The clumsy dragon couldn't even touch the hem of their clothes in several consecutive attacks.

"The Changming Sect's mental cultivation method is only useful in this aspect," a senior from the Wenjian Sect said calmly upon seeing this scene.

The Changming Sect has been discriminated against by the Wenjian Sect for a long time; it's a long-standing feud between their ancestors.

The senior of Changming Sect casually announced, "You might not believe it, but this year's number one spot belongs to our Changming Sect."

"you?"

"Yes." He shrugged, smiling smugly. "Remember to be polite to the number one sect in the cultivation world."

Every time a relative came to the place of inheritance, they were filled with resentment.

How can it be possible to do something that happens only once in a century, with countdowns every time?

This year is different; this year's winner is number one.

This made the seniors of Changming Sect curious. How did they manage to do that? Now it seems that this generation is indeed different from the previous ones. For example, how could Xue Yu be so shameless?!

……

Qin Huai struck the dragon with his sword, the crisp sound of the impact accompanied by his calm words, "I can't break through."

The dragon scales were too hard.

Zhu You reminded him, "Pierce your eyes into their vulnerable spots."

Even dragons protect their weaknesses; anyone who tries to approach will be driven back by their scorching dragon breath.

"Eyes, and horns."

Perhaps the humiliation of Ye Qinghan throwing all the melon seeds in someone's face was too great, so the attention of the three of them wasn't enough, and the focus was on Ye Qinghan. Ye Qiao couldn't help but touch the tip of her nose; she was the first one to throw an apple core.

Taking advantage of the fact that the dragon's attention was not on him, Ye Qiao wanted to get closer to the dragon and see if he could injure it.

"You'll get slapped away." Zhou Xingyun pressed down on her shoulder and calmly told her, "Don't go over there."

Ye Qiao rummaged through her bag and found a retractable rope, which she fastened around her waist. "I'll be back as soon as I'm done stabbing. Pull me over then, and hurry up."

Their tacit understanding was built up over time. Zhou Xingyun stopped her. Ye Qiao bent her knees and adjusted her position, then affixed a talisman to conceal her aura. She approached the dragon unnoticed. Without anyone noticing, the seemingly ordinary stick suddenly transformed into a long sword and stabbed down with lightning speed.

The attack landed, followed by the dragon's claws. The rope around her waist was pulled back by Zhou Xingyun a second before she was about to be smashed into a pulp. He moved nimbly, darting through the air.

"This kind of cooperation from the Changming Sect is quite rare."

It requires a high level of trust between each other to do this; no one would dare to gamble their life on the other person's reaction.

Because of this sword strike, the dragon went berserk, and everything its tail touched was completely destroyed.

After wounding the dragon, things become much easier; all you need to do is stall for time and wear it down.

They overlooked one thing: even if they fought a war of attrition, they were facing a dragon, and even if it was just a remnant of its former glory, they could not outlast it.

Apart from Changming Sect, which escaped unscathed, the other sects were too slow and could only rely on physical techniques to withstand the attack. Their faces were tense from the burning dragon breath, their minds were blank under its influence, their lips were dry, and they felt as if they would die from lack of oxygen at any moment.

Being sprayed with dragon's breath not only causes physical torment, but can even burn away a person's consciousness.

Ye Qiao found a suitable spot and looked at the sword cultivators whose faces were pale due to their poor dodging skills. Suddenly, her sword energy swung down towards her fellow disciples below.

A sword gust of wind, completely out of place with the chilling sword energy, descended—a vibrant, pale green sword shadow.

The girl acted without warning, startling everyone who froze, thinking she was about to strike her fellow disciple.

The pale green swordplay descended, as if spreading out lush, verdant life.

The realm of "All Things Grow" is passive; it appears automatically when she encounters danger.

The only one of the Five Sects that is dedicated to life.

The Way of All Living Beings, the Way of Life, naturally cannot be separated from the word "life" in its domain.

Wherever it goes, it brings vibrant light; this is the true meaning of the word "life".

Zhu You coughed, and all the blood stuck in her throat disappeared. Her mind was greatly relieved, and she looked up in surprise.

Is it really a healing type?

Chu Xingzhi reached out and subconsciously gripped the scattered flashes of sword light he had just seen, finding the scene before him quite astonishing: "What's the name of your swordsmanship? No, it shouldn't be called swordsmanship?"

"Is that your sword intent, the Way of All Living Beings?"

Ye Qiao mumbled, "More or less."

"What's the name of your domain?" Ye Qinghan's expression flickered slightly when he saw the sword, unable to suppress his desire to test her heart.

Ye Qiao glanced at him, "All things grow."

All things grow, and healing is the key; now everyone understood.

The boy showed no emotion on his face, but his fists clenched quietly. He figured it wouldn't be a problem to find an opportunity to beat her up.

Ye Qinghan had wanted to beat her up for a long time.

Ye Qiao keenly sensed the danger in the other person's eyes. She looked back and made up her mind to find an opportunity to beat Ye Qinghan up after she broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Both sides wanted to beat each other up, which made the atmosphere a little awkward.

"Hmm." The patriarch of Chengfeng Sect, who was watching the spectacle, narrowed his eyes. "That dragon, did it choose Mu Chongxi of the Path of Inquiry into the Heart?"

"Not only that. It chose two, and the other one is Chu Xingzhi." The children couldn't see anything, but they could sense that the dragon had already chosen its successor.

"So it is the Dao of All Living Beings." The patriarch of the Changming Sect caught a glimpse of the pale green light and smiled knowingly. "Perhaps she is bearing the will of Heaven."

That green is so beautiful, so wonderful.

And how can being greened by the heavens be considered green?

In this battle, not only is the Black Dragon choosing a successor, but they are also looking for one.

"The one who will inherit the mantle of our Sword Inquiry Sect..." the Sword Inquiry Sect founder said succinctly, "is that ruthless brat."

The patriarch of the Changming Sect shrugged. He had nothing to worry about anymore. The Dragon Clan's inheritance had automatically chosen Mu Chongxi, so he could leave his inheritance to Zhou Xingyun.

As for Ye Qiao...

"I wouldn't dare to casually pass on my inheritance to that girl who cultivates the Dao of All Living Beings."

We can't give it to them either, because Ye Qiao's will is bound by the Heavenly Dao.