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

"Hi." Mu Chongxi stretched her neck and waved at him.

Seeing how bold the two were, Duan Hengdao also mustered his courage and said "Hi" to Song Hansheng.

Song Hansheng: "..." grass.

His face turned pale, and he was so overwhelmed by the stench that he almost vomited bile. But the three of them were all incredibly annoying, and they even started greeting each other.

"Ye Qiao." Song Hansheng gritted his teeth and spat out these two words, wishing he could tear this person to pieces.

"Who are you trying to scare?" Ye Qiao wasn't afraid of him this time. "You couldn't beat my senior brother outside, and you're already inside a monster's belly, and you're still acting arrogant?"

She pointed to the two people around her, "Can't you see the situation? If the three of us each punch you, you can only swallow your anger."

Do we even need to think about what would happen if three of them attacked one?

Whether out of fear or disgust, Song Hansheng obediently fell silent.

Currently, there seems to be no danger, but that's only because they have the strength to support them. Otherwise, the corrosive effects of the stomach acid alone would be enough to cause them a lot of trouble. If they don't hurry to get out, they might die in the belly of this monster in less than a day.

"Is your spiritual energy sealed?" Mu Chongxi discovered that he couldn't use his spiritual power. He tried to activate it, but found that his spiritual power was also imprisoned by something and he couldn't use it at all.

Upon hearing this, the three tentatively activated the spiritual energy in their dantian, only to find that the spiritual energy stored there was completely unresponsive, like a stagnant pool.

"What happened?"

Duan Hengdao was greatly alarmed.

Song Hansheng's face was grim, his expression inscrutable: "There's something inside this monster's belly that's sealing our spiritual power."

Otherwise, how could this situation possibly occur without any reason?

"Let's split up and search for that thing." The four of them decisively dispersed to search for the culprit that sealed their spiritual energy. Considering the monster riot and the news of a spiritual artifact appearing in the world, they did not rule out the possibility that the spiritual artifact was inside the monster's stomach.

With this thought in mind, Song Hansheng became even more eager to start searching, determined not to let them succeed.

The monster's belly was excessively large, and the remains of the cultivators and monsters it had swallowed were scattered everywhere, some of which were not fully digested. The scene made the faces of several disciples who had never encountered anything like this before extremely grim.

Ye Qiao was relatively better off, after all, she wasn't a real fifteen-year-old girl. She searched the surroundings but didn't find anything special. After about half an hour, without spiritual energy to protect them, they all gradually felt obvious discomfort.

Monsters have an extremely fast digestion ability, and if it is delayed any longer, no one doubts that they will get a share of these remains by tomorrow morning.

Song Hansheng visibly grew agitated: "Are we just going to sit here and wait to die?"

"Go ahead and die, I'm not going to die with you."

His voice was cold. "I am the heir of the Song family and the chief disciple of the Yueqing Sect, while you..." He paused slightly, then sneered, "You are just commoners who were taken in as personal disciples because you have some talent."

It's true that Mu Chongxi has exceptional talent, but he's just a commoner. As the direct descendant of one of the Eight Great Families, Song Hansheng looks down on those from humble backgrounds the most.

He had heard of Duan Hengdao, but he was just a weapon cultivator from a small family. He was only accepted as a personal disciple because he had a rare top-grade fire spirit root.

As for Ye Qiao?

He never looked at the other person directly from beginning to end.

"..."

Duan Hengdao: "Although, esteemed heir, it's not a question of whether we want to die or not. If we don't find a way out, none of us will be able to leave alive."

Ye Qiao was annoyed by Song Hansheng's pretentious attitude. She curled her lip and said, "You're right. The thought that you will all die in the future makes me forgive everyone."

Her voice was incredibly sincere.

Song Hansheng was left in silence. He didn't know if he had learned his lesson or what, but after realizing he couldn't win an argument with Ye Qiao, he angrily shut down his microphone.

Ye Qiao searched around again, but Song Hansheng either gave up or was tired. In any case, she didn't get involved at all. She was leisurely and didn't seem to be in a hurry. It wasn't because she wanted to die, but because she had a way to get out.

She's doing this simply because she feels something here is drawing her closer and closer; it's so strange.

Even in the cultivation world, encountering such a special situation is either an opportunity or definitely not a good thing.

Ye Qiao felt no fear whatsoever; in fact, she put all her effort into pulling that thing out. Opportunity and danger go hand in hand, but coincidentally, she wasn't afraid of any danger.

The closer she got, the more uncontrollable her steps became, moving step by step toward a certain place until she could see the other person's entire appearance.

It was a pitch-black stick, somehow pierced deep into the flesh of a demon beast, yet it simply stood there, possessing a magical power that drew people in irresistibly.

Ye Qiao thought absentmindedly, no wonder that monster went berserk. Its flesh was pierced by a black stick. If it didn't feel pain, who would go berserk?

Without hesitation, she reached out and took it.

What's remarkable is that it was easy to pull off. It felt slightly cool and heavy to the touch, but other than that, I didn't see anything particularly special about it.

Ye Qiao lowered her eyes thoughtfully.

So, could it be the culprit behind the chaos in the Monster Forest?

Just as she was lost in thought, Mu Chongxi noticed that his junior sister hadn't moved for a while. Hesitantly, he gently nudged her, "Ye Qiao?"

"ah."

She snapped out of her daze. "Senior brother?"

As a qualified weapon cultivator, Duan Hengdao immediately noticed the extra thing in her hand. "Hey, Ye Qiao, what are you holding?"

Ye Qiao came to her senses and gently shook it. "Oh, this is a magical artifact I just found."

Duan Hengdao: "...Uh, is it really that casual?" Just picking up a stick and using it as a magic weapon?

Ye Qiao didn't think anything of it; she had already started to think with Mu Chongxi about what to call the stick.

"As the saying goes, a gentleman does not take what others cherish." Ye Qiao pondered for a long time, then raised the stick in her hand: "Let's call it Bamboo Shoot Stealing!" After saying that, she casually tucked it into her waistband.

Duan Hengdao: "??? What does this name have to do with the idea that a gentleman doesn't take what others like?"

He didn't understand, and was greatly shocked.

There should be limits to talking nonsense.

Although Mu Chongxi didn't understand the meaning of the name, his expression was rather complicated. "Isn't this a bad name, Junior Sister?"

Other people are called the Sword Master of the Morning and Evening Sword and the Sword Master of the Bright Moon Sword, but what is Ye Qiao called? The Sword Master of the Bamboo Shoot Stealing Sword?

Does this sound reasonable? It's embarrassing to even shout it out loud.

Oh no, that doesn't count as a sword.

This is a fucking stick.

Seeing that the three of them were still chatting, Song Hansheng paced anxiously, his face pale and furious: "Are you all crazy? Aren't you worried at all?"

"We have to get out of here, or we might turn into a pool of blood the next day."

They even have the mood to chat? Do they think the belly of a monster is some kind of tourist resort?

Mu Chongxi snapped out of his daze and shrugged without a hint of apology. "But we can't use spiritual power here. How do we get out of the monster's belly?"

Are they supposed to dig with their bare hands?

With skin and flesh so thick, how could it possibly be dug open?

Duan Hengdao was also somewhat at a loss. "Should we cut it open little by little with a sword? That would take several days."

"By then, we'll have turned into blood and gore," Song Hansheng sneered from the side.

Ye Qiao remained the most composed of the group throughout. She was in good spirits and showed no signs of anxiety, which made Song Hansheng suspect that she might know a way out.

"Do you know something?" Song Hansheng immediately asked without any politeness, wanting her to rescue him as soon as possible.

Ye Qiao smiled slightly, "Guess."

"..." Song Hansheng was so angry that he fell backward.

He became increasingly certain that Ye Qiao definitely had a way. Song Hansheng was no fool; he immediately understood that this woman wanted to negotiate with him.

"What do you want?" Song Han asked anxiously, "Spirit stones? Or something else?"

He warned her in advance, "It's impossible for us from the Moon Purity Sect to give you our talismans."

Mu Chongxi rolled her eyes, disdainfully saying, "Who cares about your talismans?"

His junior sister is someone blessed by the Heavenly Dao, does she lack talismans?

Mu Chongxi was initially quite frightened, but Ye Qiao's calmness reminded him of the strange things his junior sister had brought before. Perhaps his junior sister really did have a solution, so he calmed down.

Duan Hengdao didn't trust the others, but he felt that there was no use in being anxious, so he simply calmed down along with them.

This made Song Hansheng increasingly anxious. He believed that everyone knew the way out, but no one else was telling him.

Ye Qiao: "I don't want talismans."

"So what do you want?"

Ye Qiao: "Ten thousand high-grade spirit stones, plus your Yueqing Sect's inner sect cultivation method and talisman books."

Each sect has its own unique talismans. The talisman books of the Changming Sect are drawn differently from those of the Yueqing Sect. The talismans of the Changming Sect are mainly offensive, while those of the Yueqing Sect are mainly defensive formations. The original owner also had some of these talismans in his memories, but they were very fragmented. Ye Qiao wanted to see what the real talismans of the inner sect of the Yueqing Sect looked like.

Upon hearing the conditions she offered, Song Hansheng breathed a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help but inwardly mock her for being foolish.

Do you want the talisman book from the inner sect of the Yueqing Sect?

You want to take it back to Ming Xuanxue?

Ha, does she know that the type of talisman a person learns at the beginning determines their future path, and learning talismans from other sects will only lead to them going astray?

However, Song Hansheng wasn't about to offer any helpful advice; he immediately agreed, "Okay, I can give it to you right now. But you have to get me out of here."

Song Hansheng was a decisive person. After counting out the spirit stones in his mustard seed bag, he tossed them to Ye Qiao, along with his cultivation manual.

Even someone from a prominent family like him couldn't help but feel heartbroken at the loss of ten thousand high-grade spirit stones. Afraid of being seen as heartbroken, he could only keep a gloomy expression and look at Ye Qiao with a sinister gaze.

"hurry up."

"Alright." The feeling of becoming rich overnight is undeniably exhilarating. Ye Qiao looked at the neatly arranged spirit stones in the mustard seed bag and had only one thought in her mind.

Fu Xiuzhen is rich.

"But wait a minute," Ye Qiao said. "Let me count to see if we have enough."

Song Hansheng: "..."

His face turned green.

Is this guy crazy? He's actually leisurely counting spirit stones?!

Ye Qiao used her divine sense to scan the area roughly, and after confirming that nothing had been missed, she smiled slightly at Song Hansheng in a good mood, "Thank you."

Song Hansheng stared at her expressionlessly, already plotting how he would kill this despicable woman once he got out.

For some reason, even though this person was extremely despicable, Song Hansheng actually believed her when she said she could save them.

She reached into her sleeve for the bomb and suddenly raised her voice at the group: "Get out of the way!"

What would Ye Qiao do if she couldn't use her spiritual power?

The obvious choice is to defeat magic with physical force!