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

All that remained before him was a blood-soaked ground. The mighty Demon King had been torn in two alive. The culprit, however, avoided the bloodstains and muttered a cold, understated remark, "The most annoying thing is when someone tries to show off in front of me."

Villains die from talking too much, and bosses perish from showing off.

Clearly, it committed the crime of showing off.

More importantly, there are actually people who can act even better than Ye Qinghan, which is simply unforgivable.

Ye Qinghan's pretense was one thing, but Ye Qiao disliked him and still firmly believed that she would beat him up sooner or later.

Next, no matter how many demon kings the founder of the Changming Sect sent out, they all ended up being torn apart by hand.

He couldn't help but gasp. Although he felt his reaction was a bit cowardly, what kind of good person would tear the demon king apart with their bare hands?

Ignoring the oppressive force, the Heavenly Spiritual Root combined with the Spirit Gathering Formation is simply monstrous.

Mu Zhongxi clicked his tongue. "What do you think would happen if I went up and exchanged a few blows with Ye Qiao in this state?"

Zhou Xingyun, observing Ye Qiao's fight, urged him, "Why don't you give it a try?"

Mu Chongxi clicked his tongue twice, "No, no!" Mu Chongxi hated those sword techniques that required memorization. He only learned simple and powerful ones, which were not from the same school as Ye Qiao's sword techniques that could change dozens of times in a flash.

"Why let Mu Chongxi try? Why don't you go, Senior Brother?" Xue Yu blinked curiously. He felt that given Junior Sister's current state, only Senior Brother and Mu Chongxi would dare to approach her.

The former is not afraid of death, the latter can take a beating.

Zhou Xingyun paused for a moment, then smiled at his junior brother: "Because if he dies, I won't have to go."

Mingxuan exclaimed, "That's a good idea, I support you."

Mu Chongxi said softly, "Thank you all."

"You four," the patriarch and the senior said helplessly, "Stop talking."

It's rare to see someone who can chat while simultaneously keeping an eye on their surroundings. Xue Yu even kept his hands steady throughout, multitasking without any signs of the furnace exploding, demonstrating his proficiency.

They really are all genuine geniuses.

Why are all the protégés this year so rebellious?

The senior disciple from the Changming Sect who taught Mingxuan also clicked his tongue in amazement: "Isn't this disciple's memory quite impressive?"

Ye Qiao's every move was a test, first memorizing the Demon King's tactics so that the precognitive inheritance could help her avoid risks each time a fight broke out. Basically, once the test was over, the Demon King's death was imminent.

Mingxuan said smugly, "My junior sister has a photographic memory."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qiao flipped and spun in mid-air, kicking a demon king away. Three trees barely managed to block the astonishing impact. Seeing that another demon king had been killed, the founder of Changming Sect paused for a long time before asking, "Do you want more?" He actually had a few more.

Whether he's a demon king or not isn't important; what's important is that he wants to see where this brat's limits are.

Looking at the bloodstains from the demon beast on her body, Ye Qiao thought of the spiritual root from which she absorbed spiritual energy, and said, "It's fine."

It's best to use it all up at once, instead of letting it get too full every day.

For the next month or so, Ye Qiao spent her time in the trial grounds, outwitting and outmaneuvering the group of demon kings. The seniors of Changming Sect went from being terrified at the beginning to becoming increasingly impatient as they watched Ye Qiao handle the situation with ease.

Having torn apart countless demonic beasts, Ye Qiao's clothes were so faded that the colors were almost unrecognizable. Her steps were unsteady, and she drifted out of the training ground like a wandering ghost.

She thought she had already suffered enough.

When the results came out, it turned out that the other sects weren't much better off than themselves. Almost everyone who entered the training ground looked respectable, but came out looking like a beggar gang.

Ye Qinghan and Qin Huai's clothes were tattered. Ye Qiao was about to laugh at them, but after looking down at her own blood-soaked clothes, which looked like she had been slaughtering pigs for fifty years, she fell silent.

Forget it, why hurt each other?

After everyone had arrived, the disciples all opened their storage bags to change their clothes, only to find that the jade slips in their hands were almost shattered when they took them out.

Not only her jade slip, but everyone else's was the same.

Zhou Xingyun flicked the jade slip. "Sent by the elders. It seems there's something going on."

But now I can't get in touch with them no matter what I do.

Upon hearing this, Si Miaoyan realized what was happening, "Where are the elders who brought us here?"

Logically speaking, even if the elders of the inheritance site couldn't get in, they should at least be guarding outside, but they've all disappeared.

"Something must have happened." Qin Huai casually wiped the jade slip. "Let's go back to the sect." The training is basically over, and we've obtained all the inheritances we were supposed to.

"It seems something has happened." Zhu frowned.

"You're already planning to leave after only a month?" Hearing the conversation among the disciples, the elder of Chengfeng Sect raised an eyebrow meaningfully. "In our opinion, it's up to you kids whether you go or not."

"Anyway, you're still young."

They were all seedlings that hadn't grown up yet.

The oldest of these disciples is only twenty years old; in the cultivation world, they are still a group of immature children.

Going out might be thankless and exhausting, but choosing to stay and continue receiving the inheritance from them is tiring, but it's not impossible to break through a small realm after staying for a while.

"Something happened outside?" Judging from his words, something must have happened.

The patriarchs did not refute, and seemed to know the truth, but they did not tell them, dragging it out for more than a month.

"What a joke." Chu Xingzhi retorted without any politeness, "How could we not care about what's going on outside?" After all, the Five Sects are their home.

"That brat spoke too impulsively," the patriarch of Chengfeng Sect said, his face darkening.

Or is it that all members of the Sword Inquiry Sect have the same bad temper? Ye Qinghan is the same way, completely lacking in tact.

Zhu You quickly covered Chu Xingzhi's mouth tightly, forcing a smile, "I'm sorry, Grandmaster, he's been mentally unstable for a long time."

Fortunately, the patriarch was too lazy to care about such things, and with the Sword Inquiry Sect patriarch standing there, Chu Xingzhi was spared a severe beating.

I definitely have to leave.

The patriarchs did not stop them, but pointed them in the right direction and indicated that they could leave. Before they left, they gave each of them a useful magical artifact.

Since the elders no longer shared the spirit stones needed for the flying boat to take off, the disciples had to fend for themselves. The other disciples had money and could scrape together a little bit.

When it was Ye Qiao's turn, she reached into her storage pouch and said, "I have a dozen or so high-grade spirit stones. Do you want them?"

"Keep it yourself." Song Hansheng's lips twitched. How could he possibly accept such a small amount of spirit stones?

Mingxuan: "Considering how sincerely Song Hansheng pleaded with you, Junior Sister, please accept it."

Ye Qiao readily agreed: "Sigh. Since you're so sincerely begging me, I'll be merciful and accept it."

Song Hansheng: "..."

The young man lowered his eyes coldly, picked up the spirit stones, and left. He really didn't get along with the people of Changming Sect.

After gathering enough spirit stones to set sail, it would take at least ten days to reach the sect. For a time, all the senior disciples were lying on the ground.

very tired.

They all slept on the flying boat, sprawled out like pancakes, their colorful sect costumes intertwined, collapsed on the ground, abandoning all semblance of their former appearances.

It's clear that everyone got a beating from their own ancestors and predecessors.

The results were undoubtedly excellent. They had already learned everything they were supposed to learn in the sect, but the seniors were imparting new techniques, swordsmanship, and even traditions. They benefited immensely from the trip. The time on the flying boat could be used to slowly digest and organize their knowledge.

When the flying boat landed in the territory of the five sects, the once bustling streets appeared somewhat deserted. The sects of the five sects were relatively far apart, and upon seeing this strange scene, they subconsciously huddled together.

Something is definitely wrong.