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

"Xiao Qiao?" Duan Yu was even more astonished. It was one thing for Song Hansheng to come out, but how come there was another one?

Ye Qiao grinned, coldly observing the demon kings. She assessed their combined strength and quickly concluded they were nothing to fear. At least, they couldn't compare to the demons her master had given her to vent her frustrations with.

—Another protégé.

This was the Demon King's first thought.

He initially held a somewhat contemptuous attitude towards his personal disciple, but after Song Hansheng taught him a lesson with a few talismans and formations, the Demon King finally dared not underestimate him anymore. The speed at which this personal disciple suddenly appeared was impossible to guard against.

Three hurricanes swept out, shredding any approaching demonic beasts centered on Ye Qiao. With the tip of her sword to one side, she approached on the gentle breeze. The speed of her flying sword was so fast that even the elders couldn't catch her sword strike in an instant.

"What's the name of that sword strike by Ye Qiao?" The elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect's eyes suddenly lit up; he had never seen Ye Qiao use it before.

"That's the fifth move of the Qingfeng Technique." Duan Yu had never seen Ye Qiao use it; he only knew that Ye Qiao knew the first four moves.

Duan Yu's expression was gloomy, but seeing her fluid swordplay, his tense heart relaxed. The place of inheritance was indeed worth the trip.

Regardless of whether you receive the inheritance or not, you should at least be able to learn the first five moves.

Two disciples, one in front and one behind, talismans and sword shadows intertwined. Ye Qiao severed the demon king's limbs with a single sword strike, while Song Hansheng covered for the inner disciples.

It drove him absolutely insane.

Lowly humans.

The demon king roared, opening its massive maw to reveal a dense array of menacing, serrated teeth, and coldly declared, "Kill them both! Grind out their spiritual roots!"

Ye Qiao raised a lip, flicked her wrist, and changed her sword stance to "Unseen Lord." The sixth move.

A Song of Sword and Gentle Breeze.

She mastered the first six moves of the Qingfeng Technique, transforming the black staff into a short sword. The Demon King assumed a defensive stance, and after a few close-quarters combat moves with the short sword, her precognitive inheritance allowed her to easily pinpoint the Demon King's weakness.

The pale blue talisman flew out of Song Hansheng's hand and pierced the demon king's limbs, helping her control the demon king for two seconds.

This brief pause was enough for Ye Qiao to make her move. The short sword in her hand transformed into a long sword, and with a swift, wind-breaking strike, she flipped to the side, channeling her spiritual energy into her sword technique, and cleaved the demon king in two from the very center.

With a resounding crash, a demon king collapsed to the ground. The entire event was so fast it was almost imperceptible to the naked eye. Song Hansheng barely managed to open his eyes wide, "You cleaved it in two?"

"What?" Ye Qiao glanced at him and grinned, "Not only did I chop it, I also tore it up in the Land of Inheritance."

She was already being very lenient by cleaving the demon king in two with a single sword strike.

Song Hansheng: "..."

The two chatted as if no one else was around, their actions completely unambiguous.

Fu Xiu was good at both fighting and defending. Ye Qiao faced the Demon King head-on alone, while Song Hansheng provided cover. It was at this moment that the two elders realized that the children who often fought and joked in the competition were actually capable of standing on their own.

"The demon beasts are yours, Elder." Ye Qiao took a step back. "The Demon King is ours."

Song Hansheng glanced at the number and calmly said, "There are only seven. Elder, leave them to us."

The two elders were somewhat amused and exasperated. They had been imprisoned simply to cover the evacuation of the majority of their disciples. The arrival of these two messengers was incredibly timely, as the two Golden Core Peak cultivators and the Nascent Soul cultivator were perfectly capable of protecting the disciples.

As a result, neither of the two talisman cultivators intended to cover their disciple's retreat. One drew his sword, and the other made a talisman, preparing to beat up the demon king.

Ye Qiao kicked one of the Scorpion Demon King's weak points, and with the force of the kick, she was kicked into the killing formation set up by Song Hansheng. The formation was activated the moment it touched the demon beast, and only screams could be heard outside the formation.

Ye Qiao's eyes lit up: "Song Hansheng, listen carefully, I'll kick, you set up the formation. Let's try to take them all out in one go."

Song Hansheng also learned a new way of hunting. He learned the killing formation. The Yueqing Sect's ancestor also taught him the main killing formation. The inheritance given by the ancestor was all of the cross-realm level. Ye Qiao kicked the demon king without hesitation. If she failed to hit her in one blow, she would find the weakness and kick her away in the next second.

They poured into the killing formation, and not a single demon king who went in came out healthy.

The duo is incredibly ruthless.

The inner disciples below, who were worried for them, realized they had worried for nothing. These two didn't know what fear was at all. When they worked together, the Demon King was either slashed or bombarded with talismans.

Someone couldn't help but murmur, "The direct disciple of our five sects..."

"Seriously, that's incredibly cool."

Especially when Ye Qiao and Song Hansheng, one wielding a sword and the other holding a talisman, blocked their way.

In the cultivation world, not only cultivators have grievances against their direct disciples, but also many inner disciples. It's inevitable that disciples from the same sect would feel resentful because they enjoy the best resources.

"There's a reason why they can be trusted to teach others directly."

At least they don't have that kind of strength, and they definitely can't stand in front of everyone without hesitation like the two of them.

With one moving and the other still, Song Hansheng used an array to switch positions, preventing the demon beasts from getting close. Ye Qiao's speed was also unmatched, and the remaining seven demon kings were all wiped out.

The two elders, now rendered useless, exchanged a glance and took charge of clearing out the lurking monsters around them.

After the dust settled, the duo, who had enjoyed their fight, were unaware that they were gradually being surrounded by inner disciples.

"Ye Qiao! Song Hansheng! I'm going to cry my eyes out because of you two."

"Song Hansheng, sob sob, I never expected you to be such a good person." They hadn't anticipated that Song Hansheng would have such a strong sense of sect honor.

"Ye Qiao!" An inner disciple exclaimed excitedly, gesturing wildly. "You looked absolutely stunning today!"

Ye Qiao subconsciously made a couple of modest remarks, "So-so, third in the world."

Standing next to her, Song Hansheng felt a long-lost sense of suffocation. Did this person not know how to write the word "humility"?

The next second, a disciple's question made him even more suffocated.