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

First, he was ambushed by the unseen sword spirit, almost having his neck slit. Then came these several swords that were too fast for him to keep up with. Even his prediction speed couldn't keep up with her sword-changing speed.

That alone would be fine.

Another point is that, compared to the elusive sword spirit, he couldn't react in time at all. The blue sword spirit pierced his chest without warning, causing him to cough up blood and question his existence. This doesn't make sense.

Mu Chongxi chuckled twice: "Please accept my condolences, senior."

The sword spirit will take form at different times depending on the sword master's emotional fluctuations and wishes, such as the time with the Flying Immortal Sword, and this time with the Frost Sword.

The white-haired loli raised her eyes, her icy blue eyes devoid of emotion. She stretched out her hand, spreading out specks of frost. Two sword spirits stared at her, relentlessly pursuing her. Even he was no match for them.

Surrounded from both sides, with a killing sword and a spirit sword that would freeze at the slightest touch, he foresaw what was about to happen and broke out in a cold sweat, his movements showing obvious hesitation.

As he hesitated, the opportunity was clearly presented to him. Ye Qiao gathered spiritual energy beneath her feet, moving with lightning speed, and swiftly stomped his head completely into the ground. Due to the excessive force, the dry earth cracked slightly. Until he was completely crushed underground, she bent down and said, word by word, "Where's my...mustard seed bag?"

He didn't speak. Ye Qiao aimed a fist at his face and slammed it into the ground again.

Seeing that Ye Qiao was still about to smash it, KFC weakly spoke up, "You're going to smash him to death."

She seemed to wake from a dream and reluctantly stopped, while the man laboriously tossed the mustard seed bag to Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao didn't mind the mess and carefully put away the mustard seed bag she had been longing for. The senior she had just beaten up staggered to his feet, reached out his hand, nodded at Ye Qiao, and praised her as if he had been stunned: "You're very good."

The first person to defeat him without relying on cultivation level suppression, but by relying on hand speed and sword technique changes.

It has been approved.

Being recognized in the place of their heritage means that their successor has been found.

The patriarch of the Changming Sect jumped up, getting wildly excited, "Who said Ye Qiao can't get the inheritance? Isn't this the precognitive type?"

The usually taciturn patriarch of the Sword Inquiry Sect slowly spoke, "Where did that disciple get four swords from? How did she acquire so many swords?"

In an instant, the senior members of the Changming Sect all fell silent as chickens.

Anyway, it couldn't possibly be their swords. Where would their impoverished Changming Sect get so many spirit swords?

……

The ancient forest was bustling with activity, while Frost Sword, a sword spirit that was usually quiet and seemed to live a peaceful life, was a different story.

It actually took advantage of their inattention to transform into human form.

The other two swords were enraged and began attacking the Frost Sword relentlessly.

The Flying Immortal Sword, trembling, tried to avoid being caught up in this undeserved disaster. It was the second to transform, but because the place of transformation was the Ghost Realm and it was a forced transformation, its form was not stable. Ye Qiao didn't even see what it looked like before it disappeared before her eyes.

The Frost Sword appeared at the perfect time, its transformation timing was perfect, allowing Ye Qiao to stabilize the sword spirit's form by following the power inherited from that predecessor.

It's no wonder the other swords were indignant; if Ye Qiao had been holding any of them at the time, they could have taken the opportunity to transform into human form.

"Damn it, damn it. Why you?" The Morning and Evening Sword floated over. "I thought it was the Flying Immortal Sword."

He knew that Fei Xianjian was a beautiful older sister.

"Duanchen, Duanchen, put your pants on, get up and look at the loli!" Chaoxi raised her voice and called out to the sword spirit next door a few times.

Suddenly, Jun appeared and crowded around to get a closer look at the little girl. "The Frost Sword?" He was delighted to see that the one who had taken human form wasn't Fei Xian. He greeted her, "Nice to meet you."

Chao Xijian cracked his fingers and hummed twice, "Why isn't it the Flying Immortal Sword?"

Seeing that Jun and Fei Xianjian didn't get along, he curled his lip and said, "What's so good about her?"

Overjoyed, he danced with excitement, shouting, "She's beautiful!"

"Ha, you shallow golden retriever!" (The speaker replies)

Feeling wronged day and night, she retorted, "No way!"

The two sword spirits argued back and forth, making everyone present feel dizzy. Zhou Xingyun had a feeling that this was exactly what was going on.

Sure enough, their Changming Sect was destined to become a duck farm sooner or later.

The little girl in the blue dress watched the group of people fighting without expression, her long white hair tied into two loose braids hanging down to her waist, her expression gradually becoming numb.

What?! How come these sword spirits have such strange personalities...?

After receiving the inheritance, Ye Qiao rubbed her eyes and saw the little girl standing there aloof. She greeted her warmly, "Hi. It's nice to see you."

Regardless of which sword spirit it was, Ye Qiao was quite happy to be able to see their form.

Frost Sword was probably not used to speaking. When he turned his head and saw his sword master, his eyes lit up slightly. His voice was a little hoarse. "My name is Frost."

Frost Sword...

The little girl looked very serious, which made her seem a bit cold and cute.

So cute!

Zhu You couldn't resist trying to pinch it, but before she could, she met the sword spirit's cold gaze. She casually lowered her hand and shifted her attention to the senior from before, getting down to business: "So Ye Qiao, is that person's inheritance really precognitive?"

The inheritance of precognition sounds impressive.

After all, seeing that all the sword cultivators present were completely outmatched shows that sometimes even a second or two of advance warning is enough to affect the course of a battle.

The patriarch of the Moon Purity Sect said cryptically, "I've fought with that precognitive guy before. This kind of inheritance is determined by the master's cultivation level. If the master's cultivation level is above Ye Qiao's, she can only see the scene for one or two seconds. If the master's cultivation level is below hers, predicting for more than ten seconds is not a problem."

"It should be noted that predicting the inheritance requires a cultivator's reaction speed."

For a sword cultivator with a slow mind, the scene flashes by in just a second or two, and they may not even be able to react to what move they should make next.

A cultivator who can obtain this kind of inheritance must at least be intelligent.

The reason that person was knocked away was also related to the fact that he couldn't think straight when faced with the endless stream of spirit swords.

……

Of the ten or so sword cultivators present, three had already obtained the inheritance, making them far ahead in terms of progress. Ye Qiao's head was buzzing on the way, because the sword spirit was too noisy.

Fortunately, Frost Sword was a quiet and reserved little girl who stayed quietly by Ye Qiao's side the whole time, ignoring the clamor of the other sword spirits.

Ye Qiao poked the two sword spirits, one tall and one short, floating around. "What can you two do?" Two sword spirits, so they should be able to help her share some of the pressure of supporting her family.

She has quite a few things to take care of these days.

Frost Sword's tone was brief: "All I know is fighting."

You didn't see Jun's obedient expression: "I will kill."

"Alright." Ye Qiao painfully realized that they were all violent elements.

However, why is the Frost Sword so short?

Ye Qiao subconsciously rubbed the little girl's head. You know, the Frost Sword itself isn't short, is it? I wonder if feeding the Frost Sword more spirit stones will make a difference.

At first, when Ye Qiao didn't know the origin of the bamboo shoot, she would feed him spirit stones from time to time.

The bamboo shoot is, in a strict sense, a magical artifact from the demon realm; it does not like spirit stones or spiritual energy.

Therefore, after transforming into human form, Bujianjun subtly told her an idea: "I'm going to kill all the spirit stone sellers in the future."

Ye Qiao: "..."

While she was still struggling with the Frost Sword's form, Qin Huai, the hardcore player, had already started sweeping around. The further they went into the ancient forest, the more rare monsters they would occasionally encounter on the road. Qin Huai was from the Chengfeng Sect, and he knew about the refining materials needed for weapon cultivators. He picked up his sword and went after those monsters.

The stranger the monster looks, the better its functions and effects.

The few demonic beasts in front of him were unaware of what was happening before the young man killed them with a single sword strike.

Ye Qiao raised her eyes and tentatively used the inheritance she had received. She watched Qin Huai's movements without blinking, and soon the image of his next move flashed through her mind.

If used properly, it can make one invincible among those of equal skill level.

"How disgusting." Qin Huai said indifferently as he dug out the inner core of the demon beast, intending to take it back for his junior brothers to refine weapons. Not only that, he also followed the path the demon beast had taken and slaughtered its entire clan.

He said it was disgusting but he didn't stop doing it. Chu Xingzhi didn't consider himself particularly kind, but surely he wouldn't slaughter an entire family just because he saw a monster.

Chu Xingzhi crossed his arms. "What kind of cultivation does he practice? I'll avoid people who practice that kind of cultivation in the future."

Zhou Xingyun was a beat slow to react, "He said the same thing as Ye Qinghan."

Chu Xingzhi: "..."

He glanced at Qin Huai strangely, then swallowed back the words he was about to say after a long pause. "We are both on the path of ruthlessness, but my senior brother has his reasons for doing what he did."

Qin Huai was not only being subtly mocked but also inexplicably dragged down. He flicked his wrist and unleashed a sword aura. The wind blade grazed his cheek, but Chu Xingzhi stood there without dodging or flinching. The sword struck, and the young man was unharmed.

He grinned. "The dragon lineage, how about it?"

Qin Huai looked at his smug face and sneered, "I'll beat you to death sooner or later."

Seeing Qin Huai wielding his sword and vanquishing the demonic beasts in the projected illusion, the patriarch of Chengfeng Sect sighed.

If there is a suitable successor, he will pass on the legacy. So far, the one that the patriarch of Chengfeng Sect values ​​most is undoubtedly Qin Huai, who holds the Qingfeng Sword and whose cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

But this child is just as cold-hearted as Ye Qinghan.

It gives people the impression of being arrogant and disdainful of others.

"Let's observe them further. I think both of these kids are too extreme in their personalities," he murmured.

The only time I experienced any normal emotional fluctuations was when I was arguing with my close associates.

……

The atmosphere in the talisman cultivator group was rather desolate. There were very few talisman cultivators to begin with, and the total number of them was less than that of the alchemy cultivators next door. There were only four people in total. Ming Xuan, who was from the Changming Sect, was somewhat out of place and was in a state of ignoring everyone else.

The number of people is pitifully small.

Even the patriarch of the Moon Purity Sect couldn't bear it; how could the number of talisman cultivators in their cultivation world be so small?

Considering there were only four of them, and the trial ground they were given wouldn't be sparsely populated or have a low danger level, a female senior skilled in illusion arrays waved her hand, "Then let's set up an illusion array. Whoever breaks the stalemate first will receive my inheritance."

The most skilled disciple of the Illusion Array is not unfamiliar to the Yueqing Sect, but the Illusion Array competition is about who breaks the deadlock first. The word "break the deadlock" is very interesting. How do you break the deadlock?

Before the ancestors could ponder this further, the female cultivator snapped her fingers, accompanied by a crisp sound. The formation silently descended and extended. A true illusionary formation never makes a person aware that they are already within it.

Indeed, no one noticed that they had entered the illusion array.

Under the subtle influence of the formation, the four people could easily become immersed in the identities fabricated by the illusion array, and then be controlled by the master of the illusion array.

Mingxuan's mind was a mess. When he opened his eyes, he felt like his brain had been filled with a bunch of junk information. When he opened his eyes, he saw a face that looked exactly like his own father.

but--

Mingxuan looked at his father and hesitated for a moment before finally blurting out, "Your clothes are so ugly."