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

Unexpectedly, he answered like that. Illusion paused, then straightened her face and rebuked him sternly, "What are you talking about, Mingxuan? Have you forgotten the rules?"

He was furious for only a few seconds before changing the subject, "How could I have such an unambitious son like you?"

"The disciples of other sects are all incredibly talented. You achieved Foundation Establishment at the age of fifteen and became famous at a young age, but after joining the Changming Sect, you were severely suppressed by those people from the Yueqing Sect. Do you know what they say about our Ming family outside?"

Mingxuan, who had been keeping his eyes down, finally showed a slight change in expression upon hearing these words. "Is that so?"

His father's words were undeniably harsh. Just standing there made him uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry, it didn't turn out as you expected." The boy lowered his eyes slightly, and as they brushed past each other, a talisman lightly affixed to the figure in front of him. "But actually—"

"I don't plan to change it either."

As soon as he finished speaking, the talisman burst into flames, and the phantom vanished.

He had seen this kind of trial far too many times.

It's not difficult at all.

Mingxuan emerged the fastest. He stretched and looked at the scene created by the illusion array in front of him. It was surprisingly realistic. He couldn't break the array immediately; he had to wake the others first. Mingxuan wandered around the illusion array aimlessly and soon found Song Hansheng's figure in it.

It seems that the nightmares of geniuses are nothing more than a few: the expectations of their families and the hopes of their sects.

The illusion array was constructed within the Moon Purity Sect, and Song Hansheng was facing an elder of the Moon Purity Sect.

The old man kept babbling on, using condescending language: "Is this what our Moon Purity Sect's future heir looks like?"

"So terrible, what can you all do?"

"If you leave the sect, you'll only be treated like trash." His tone was condescending yet tinged with pity. "How pathetic."

Mingxuan approached and saw Song Hansheng's silent demeanor. He suddenly slammed his hand on the table, startling Song Hansheng, who looked up and saw the intruder, his expression somewhat bewildered.

Mingxuan: "What are you doing? Playing?"

The old man was taken aback. He'd never seen such a rude and uncouth disciple barge in like this before. He said coldly, "Why didn't you have someone report it?"

"A disciple like you," he said with a sarcastic tone, his usual critical gaze sweeping over the other person, "any random disciple would be better than you. Of all the disciples throughout history, you are definitely the least talented."

"If I were you, I would have been ashamed and relinquished my status as your personal disciple long ago."

Mingxuan waved his hand and laughed, "It's alright, it's alright. It's fine if I don't take this personal apprenticeship. I work myself to the bone every time, but I don't earn much money anyway."

"Speaking of which, my family is quite wealthy." He rested his chin on his hand. "How about this, Elder, you call me Father? That way, we'll be disciples and grand-disciples of the Ming family. When you die, I can even have my father buy you the best burial plot."

"..."

A moment of silence followed.

The elders gradually realized that this person was not normal, and it was best not to provoke him for the time being.

So the elder decided to ignore Mingxuan and turned to continue subtly giving Song Hansheng psychological suggestions, "I have a son who is your age and has already easily reached the Nascent Soul stage."

"What?!" Mingxuan's voice suddenly rose. "Your son is that amazing? Well, I'm not bad looking either, so how about I go on a blind date with him? To be honest, Elder, I don't want to work hard anymore."

"..."

These few words broke the elder's guard.

The defenses have been completely breached.

He pointed to the door and said, "Get out of here."

Mingxuan smiled and said, "Eh? Really, aren't you going to consider it?"

"Get out of here."

The two people's arguing, one high and one low, startled Song Hansheng, who was trapped in the illusion, back to reality.

Song Hansheng stared at the scene before him: "..."

Ah, they really are the devils of the Changming Sect.

Song Hansheng sometimes really envied the atmosphere of the Changming Sect. After all, these people would have episodes of illness from time to time, and they seemed much happier than him.

The ancestors who were secretly observing them fell silent.

First Xue Yu, then Ming Xuan—has the Changming Sect finally gone completely mad this year?

……

The ancient forest is fraught with danger. Occasionally, cultivators who have been exiled to this place or are unable to leave will appear. Qin Huai, Zhou Xingyun, and Ye Qinghan are the three people the ancestors are focusing on investigating.

Basically, as long as they pass the test, these three sword cultivators will be the successors who will carry on their mantle in the future.

Three days passed in a flash, and the sword cultivators had basically all obtained their respective opportunities. Only these three remained silent, and it was no surprise that they would be kept behind by the ancestors to pass on their inheritances.

Before they could inherit the legacy, they had to undergo trials. All three of them fainted on the ground, which must have been part of the trials.

"Don't disturb their trials." The gentle voice of the Azure Water Sect's patriarch rang out, reminding them in a light tone, "You eight, come and protect them."

"Remember, you must not let anyone disturb you."

Ye Qiao understood; someone would definitely come to stop them.

She told a few sword spirits to stay behind and guard the three of them. Sensing an unfamiliar presence, she said, "Let's go. Let's deal with them."

To be honest, there were quite a lot of people this time.

They were all seizing the opportunity to interfere with the three's trial. In a place like this ancient forest, the strong rule, and there must have been quite a few people of considerable strength who had been taught a lesson by the founders or seniors of the five sects.

Therefore, it cannot be ruled out that they had a grudge against the Five Sects and came here on purpose after hearing the commotion.

It's also possible that the seniors came specifically to test their strength after they received the inheritance.

Seeing that there were at least a dozen people, Chu Xingzhi drew his sword. "Let's lure them away."

"Okay," Ye Qiao replied briefly, "I'll keep watch."

While Ye Qiao and Chu Xingzhi were chatting, Ye Qiao had already secretly prepared a sword technique. A wind blade swept past quickly, silently severing the mustard seed pouches at their waists. A second before the pouches fell, Mu Chongxi and Zhu You acted simultaneously, snatched the pouches, and ran away.

"Walk."

Enraged that their mustard seed bag had been taken, the group began to relentlessly pursue Mu Chongxi and Zhu You.

With more than half of their people gone, Chu Xingzhi blocked their path, saying, "Your next opponent is me."

The mentors did a great job dividing the work.

This kind of tacit understanding cannot be cultivated overnight. The Sword Sect Ancestor wondered in surprise, "It seems they got along quite well during the competition?"

"Hi, senior." Ye Qiao calmly gripped the Flying Immortal Sword. The man in front of her was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, or even the late stage. She was no match for him at all.

It's difficult to hit from the front, and it's not very effective from the side either.

Just as Ye Qiao was tentatively considering whether to attack his rear, her precognitive inheritance quickly revealed the man's next move. Without hesitation, Ye Qiao flicked her sword tip into a Wind Sect sword technique, the sword shadows unpredictable and each move ruthless. In an instant, she used subtle sword movements to execute four different sword styles, firmly suppressing the man under her control.

Her sword strike was so sudden that the man was stunned for a few seconds. How could a junior be so dominant against him?

He chuckled. "What's your name?"

Ye Qiao smiled and said, "Guess?"

As she spoke, she pressed down on the sword with even more force. The senior was completely caught off guard and was flipped over by her sword, falling to the ground. The moment the man landed, Ye Qiao kicked him mercilessly in the buttocks, sending him flying several meters away.

There's no shame in using any means to fight. Anyway, Ye Qiao's mission today is to stop this senior from disturbing the three people's trial.

The man was both angry and amused.

Feeling ashamed.

How dare a junior like him... how dare he be so shameless as to kick him.

The man gathered spiritual energy in his hand and blasted it down at her location. The surging spiritual energy overflowed, and several balls of light slammed into her face.

Using her precognitive abilities, Ye Qiao dodged left and right, avoiding the opponent's attacks in advance, and kept getting closer to the man. Then she suddenly raised her foot to prepare to make a move.

The man noticed her gaze fixed on his crotch, his breath hitched slightly, and he instinctively clenched his fists. Ye Qiao feinted, and her Flying Immortal Sword pierced through his vitals.

Anticipating what would happen next, Ye Qiao dodged in advance after stabbing, narrowly avoiding the opponent's bombardment.

A huge crater was blasted into the ground, obscuring his view. The man realized for the first time that this disciple had no shame whatsoever.

The thing is, how could a decent person do something like this, staring at someone's crotch? That's shameless.

He wasn't going to waste any more time with her. With the action of drawing his sword, the oppressive feeling intensified. "So it was you who obtained the inheritance of foresight. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant. If you are at the Nascent Soul stage, then I really need to think twice."

"Even a late-stage Golden Core cultivator dares to stop me."

He snorted coldly, his words laced with gritted teeth: "Today I'll teach you, you little brat, what it means to be arrogant and ignorant."

Ye Qiao's sword was still stained with blood. She tilted it slightly, the blade gleaming with a chilling light. She looked up and said, "Wait, I know you want to beat me up, but at least wait until they've finished collecting the inheritance, right?"

"If it were forced."

"I'll kneel down and beg you."

"..."

This guy keeps spouting slang.

Taking advantage of the brief moment when he was choked, Ye Qiao quickly threw out all the defensive talismans and magical artifacts in her hand to save her life.

Even if I can't beat you, can't I still make you feel disgusted?

Cheng Fengzong's Wind Blade technique is quite effective. When combined with the Clear Wind Technique, it forms a dense array of tiny blades that slash through the air, tearing people's clothes to shreds.

Ye Qiao made another hand seal, and the lightning spirit root transformed into a small silver dragon, which rushed straight to the man's head, turning his hairstyle into an afro.

Ye Qiao knew how to provoke a sword cultivator with a fiery temper. Now, all of Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun's training had vanished. All he could think about was: You little brat, die!

Maintaining a distance, Ye Qiao and he flew a kite one after the other. She slipped away quickly, her precognitive inheritance giving her wings. She bumped into an array on the left and stepped into a killing formation on the right.

A dignified senior sword cultivator was completely outmaneuvered by a junior.

However, a senior sword cultivator can make many mistakes, but Ye Qiao is doomed if she makes even one mistake. This time, she couldn't dodge and was caught red-handed. She was thrown to the ground and rolled on the spot. The brutal power of the sword light made Ye Qiao swallow hard.

"Senior. It doesn't matter who you train with, it's still training. How about this, you don't bother them anymore, I have my own domain too."

She quickly rolled over and sat up, smiling as she spread her hands, releasing a pale green light to demonstrate her domain to him. "How about you try your skills against me?"

field?

Hearing this, the man's spirits lifted. As he leaned closer to investigate, Ye Qiao suddenly clenched her fist and sent him flying. She hadn't held back at all in that punch. If the sneak attack had succeeded, she could have left him unable to get up for a long time.

Shameless!

The senior who had been knocked away lay in the crater, clutching his bleeding nose, his head buzzing and unable to react for a long time.

Then he laughed, laughing because he was genuinely angry.

She's really daring.

"How despicable!" the old patriarch of Chengfeng Sect sighed slowly, finding it utterly despicable.

"Which sect's disciple is so valiant?"

He repeatedly provokes and uses underhanded tactics, and succeeds every time. He's a rare talent.

"It seems to be Ye Qiao from the Changming Sect."

The Azure Water Sect noticed a problem: "Why is everyone in the Everlasting Bright Sect so talented lately?"

The patriarch of the Moon Cleansing Sect snorted coldly and said, "The Sword Inquiry Sect is upright yet arrogant." Especially Ye Qinghan, who is too arrogant. Perhaps all geniuses have a bit of a temper.

"That one from Chengfeng Sect is vicious and cruel."

"The Changming Sect." After a long silence, he forced out a sentence to summarize: "They're utterly uncivilized and shameless!"