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

"Damn it, it's all your fault! Why didn't you remember that she took several of our swords from the Sword Cave?"

"Oh, you're so smart, why didn't you remind me?"

The two, who worked together seamlessly, exchanged a few words and then fell silent.

After working so hard for half a day, they were completely fooled in the end. In particular, they had used up nearly a third of their spiritual energy, while Ye Qiao still seemed to be handling things with ease, which made them even more frustrated.

"Senior Brother, do you want to use it?" Xia Qing waved the stick in his hand listlessly. After leaving Ye Qiao, the stick had become an ordinary stick. He really didn't know how that person used it so smoothly.

Ye Qinghan frowned, quickly forming a sword incantation to respond to Zhou Xingyun's sword that pierced his left shoulder. His expression was indifferent, "No need."

He would readily use an ordinary spirit sword, but the swords of past Demon Lords are not something an ordinary person would dare to easily touch.

"Strike Ye Qinghan," Zhou Xingyun suddenly spoke up. "He's been making sword hand seals the whole time."

He had just tried to kill Ye Qinghan directly.

These sword techniques are unprecedented.

Such a sword technique did indeed originate from the Sword Inquiry Sect, but it was definitely not something Ye Qinghan could master. Zhou Xingyun pondered for a few seconds, "That is the legacy left by the founder of the Sword Inquiry Sect."

With a thousand-year history, the Wenjian Sect's heritage is incredibly precious.

Zhou Xingyun didn't expect this person to digest things so quickly.

"To be precise, it's the four of you who weren't paying attention in class." Xue Yu, watching this scene from below the stage, had a headache: "If you had paid more attention in class, you would have known how to quickly apply what you've learned to real combat."

Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi's inheritance can be used immediately upon acquisition.

However, the inheritance of the eldest brother and Mingxuan comes from the accumulation of the patriarch and other predecessors, and it takes time to comprehend it.

"We've only been back for less than three days, and he's been studying the inheritance for three days and three nights straight without sleeping?" Mu Chongxi couldn't help but curse him under his breath.

Ye Qinghan casually took the Biluo Sword given to him by his junior brother. The sword spirit was extremely obedient to the innate sword bone, and the sword light suddenly slashed towards the Changming Sect.

Zhou Xingyun swung his sword to disperse the attack, and Ye Qiao flipped over, her Shadow Sword deflecting the attack and slashing towards their waists. The airflow lifted the buildings behind them, and with a crashing sound, all the wooden frames snapped in half. Ye Qinghan stood there steadily, unmoved by the wind.

He was surrounded by sword shadows, which seemed to be protecting him.

Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi immediately stopped arguing, kicked each other once, and then returned to their respective camps after creating some distance between them.

"What's that? Your new trick?" Mingxuan turned his head and saw countless sword shadows surrounding Ye Qinghan. His peach blossom eyes widened slightly as he stared at Zhu You suspiciously.

What kind of trouble is Ye Qinghan up to?

Zhu You raised an eyebrow slightly, "When you're about to die, it's best not to ask so many questions."

As the formation shattered, the Luoshui Sword, moving with unpredictable speed, launched a fierce attack.

Mingxuan's lips curled into a cold smile. "Speaking so arrogantly, anyone who didn't know better would think your Sword Inquiry Sect had already won."

A slap talisman was thrown at Zhu You's face. The talisman took effect, and Zhu You slapped her second senior brother's face hard.

Suddenly receiving a slap in the face—his favorite kind of slap—Chu Xingzhi was stunned. "Huh?"

Why did you hit him again?

What did he do wrong this time?

Zhu You's lips twitched violently. "Sorry."

Damn that talisman cultivator!!!

Mingxuan was prepared; he affixed an invisibility talisman and disappeared from Zhu You's sight.

Invisibility talismans are easily detected; even if a person disappears from sight, their aura can still be detected. Mingxuan, watching the water snake-shaped sword energy relentlessly pursuing him, shouted, "Junior Sister!"

The boy's figure appeared, and Ye Qiao quickly spun around, pulling Ming Xuan behind her. With a swift sword strike, she severed the water snake's head.

Ye Qinghan was surrounded by layers of sword shadows, her aura was extremely terrifying, and even Ming Xuan, who did not understand swords, had an ominous premonition.

Seeing that the crisis had temporarily passed, Mingxuan came closer, cold sweat pouring down his face. "Has he gone mad?" Mingxuan estimated that the power of this sword strike was at least at the Nascent Soul stage.

Damn, I'll use the sword technique passed down from the founder of the Sword Inquiry Sect to smash them, and it's at least a sword technique from a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

"To whom did we pass on the legacy of our Changming Sect?" Mingxuan asked.

Ye Qiao: "I gave it to Senior Brother."

The founder of the Changming Sect chose Zhou Xingyun as his successor.

But the eldest brother clearly didn't have time to comprehend it either. Not everyone is like Ye Qinghan and the Liver Emperor, whose talent is ridiculously high, and who still transforms into a scroll king at night.

Mingxuan quickly thought of a life-saving formation, "I have a formation that can allow us to die with some dignity when the time comes."

At least they can save their lives, instead of all of them dying in the ruins.

"Actually, I can sense that he mainly wants to hit the three of us, not the three of us." Mu Chongxi licked his lips.

"I can see that," Mingxuan said. "His main goal is to kill Ye Qiao."

Ye Qinghan's anger was inextricably linked to Ye Qiao's cheeky provocations.

Having messed with the mentality of the Sword Inquiry Sect three times in a row, Ye Qinghan only had two swords in total. One was stolen and the other was cut in half. If he were Ye Qinghan, he would have fought Ye Qiao to the death.

"Junior Sister, can your curse seal kill him?" Zhou Xingyun stared at Ye Qinghan calmly for a few seconds. "Hurry up and kill him."

If he couldn't kill them by blowing them up, Zhou Xingyun could only think of a way to get his junior brothers and sisters off the stage first.

He estimated that intercepting Ye Qinghan's sword would cost him half his life; Ye Qinghan was indeed ruthless.

Ye Qiao exhaled, gazing at the scene before her, and spread her hands regretfully, "The elders won't allow it."

And even if you use it, it won't kill them.

The atmosphere was tense on stage, and equally tense off stage.

Duan Yu turned his attention to Elder Zhao, saying, "If you had given these people a little extra instruction, they wouldn't be so easily suppressed by Ye Qinghan now."

The inheritance of the patriarch's will is extremely mysterious, but the comprehension of this generation of disciples is exceptionally high. Duan Yu has a mysterious confidence in his own disciples, believing that they are definitely no worse than Ye Qinghan.

Qin Fanfan was also filled with many thoughts.

They passed on the legacy of the founder of the Changming Sect to Zhou Xingyun.

I wonder if Zhou Xingyun can intercept it.

"Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi are like two wild men, leaving early and returning late. There are never enough students in class. How am I supposed to teach them???" Elder Zhao's face darkened as he mentioned this.

Qin Fanfan tried to smooth things over: "Don't argue, don't argue. It's not necessarily a matter of losing."

Ye Qiao's potential depends on the strength of her opponents.

They're not facing certain death yet. Can't you see how calm the four on stage are?

Even Xue Yu remained calm and composed.

Elder Zhao's face remained grim. A mysterious space formed around Ye Qinghan, and the sword shadows that flowed out unconsciously destroyed the entire back mountain. "Pay up! After this battle, the entire Wenjian Sect must stay and pay up!"

They were definitely overestimated.

One second he was relieved that the competition stage hadn't broken, and the next second they showed him what it means to be utterly rebellious.

The sword energy surrounding Ye Qinghan carried a strong killing intent, and the airflow it emitted could cut people. Ming Xuan muttered, "With such a strong desire to kill, why doesn't he cultivate the path of slaughter?"

"He's always been this ruthless, even to his own family," Zhou Xingyun said calmly. "Also, let's stop chatting and form a battle formation."

Mingxuan made two "oh" sounds and formed a hand seal to lock down the surrounding area.

By confining himself to a space and firmly protecting his fellow disciples, Mingxuan could ensure that they wouldn't lose half their lives to a single sword strike, but he couldn't guarantee anything else.

"Does he want to rise to the top in one step and stand shoulder to shoulder with the founder?" Mu Zhongxi clicked his tongue, looking at the sword shadows poised to strike around Ye Qinghan. The legendary founder of the Sword Inquiry Sect.

He actually managed to use it; its power was far from being earth-shattering, but the scene was still quite shocking.

They were left with only two choices: escape or confront the enemy head-on.

Ye Qiao chose to confront him head-on. With a flick of her wrist, the Shadow Sword was used to temporarily protect the man from the small nascent soul within her body. She stepped out of the formation set up by Ming Xuan and used her wrist to disperse the sword shadows one after another.

Ye Qinghan raised his hand, his palm slightly turned, and the sword pointed directly at her.

His tone was indifferent. "Do you really enjoy courting death?"

The dense array of sword shadows formed a gigantic longsword, which almost took away a person's breath the moment it pressed down.

"Aren't you the one who's courting death?" She adjusted her breathing, tilted her Shadow Sword to the side, and didn't forget to throw in a few sarcastic remarks.

Ye Qiao stepped into the air to meet the darting sword shadows. At least tens of thousands of sword shadows gathered around Ye Qinghan, and he dodged all of them with his agility, landing on one side of the arena.

What was supposed to be a team battle has turned into a feud.

"Ye Qiao is so fast!"

Duan Yu said smugly, "Of course!" He was referring to the speed at which he attacked!

Ye Qinghan narrowed his eyes. He was really furious with Ye Qiao. He immediately swung his sword, drawing away most of his spiritual energy and physical strength. He remained expressionless and continued to press down.

The moment Ye Qinghan's sword pressed down, the small nascent soul within Ye Qiao's body firmly protected her, and the entire scene was destroyed.

With the formation protecting them, Mingxuan and the others were in a much better situation.

Ye Qiao was at the center of the storm, and the little nascent soul inside her was working hard to repair her wounds.

Mingxuan nervously patted Mu Chongxi's head, "Damn, is he crazy? He's really going after Ye Qiao?"

Mu Chongxi's head thumped repeatedly as he was slapped. He got angry and punched Ming Xuan, slamming him into the ground. "Don't slap my head!"

As the two fought fiercely, tens of thousands of sword shadows surged in the center of the arena, along with a pale golden sword shadow hanging high above their heads. Ye Qiao's hand seals were incredibly fast, almost forming at the same time as Ye Qinghan's sword shadow. She chose to strike first, and her speed was faster than Ye Qinghan's.

The moment Ye Qinghan's sword technique descended, she was also silently forming hand seals, preparing to deliver a sword strike to Ye Qinghan's face.

Didn't you want to kill her?

Come on, let's all use the sword technique together.

Let's see who gets burned first.

The snow-white sword light converged, and the pale golden sword shadow resembled a giant sword suspended in the air, forming a terrifying height. The collision of the two auras almost caused a small explosion.

"Huh?" It was unclear whether she was surprised that she dared to confront Ye Qinghan head-on, or surprised that she could be just like Ye Qinghan.

"Whose sword intent is this?"

Whose will does Ye Qiao ultimately align with?

Almost everyone present tacitly agreed that the will of Heaven aligns with the will of the people, and since the founder of the Changming Sect did not choose her, this was the only remaining possibility.

Xie Chuxue didn't know either.

But he enjoyed seeing the Sword Inquiry Sect suffer setbacks.

"Look, look! Xiao Qiao's is bigger than yours!"

Ye Qiao's sword shadow was indeed larger than Ye Qinghan's, and unlike Ye Qinghan's terrifying aura that shredded and devoured everything around him, it was a strange sense of oppression and unknown fear.

The young dragon prince casually rested his chin on his hand. "I feel like I'm familiar with this." But he was definitely not from the dragon clan.

He definitely sensed it somewhere before.

Both the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan seek out those with great fortune.

This is also why he has a good impression of Ye Qinghan and hopes that the Sword Inquiry Sect can win.

Ye Qinghan gave him a very comfortable feeling; even if he wasn't a person with great fortune, he would definitely be favored.

"Can Ye Qinghan win?" He was a little confused about the situation of the match and turned his head to look at his attendant.

The sword hanging on the arena could fall at any moment, and its oppressive aura exuded a familiar presence that the young prince found strangely familiar.

The reason why he was familiar with this was quickly confirmed during their fight.

Ye Qiao and Ye Qinghan simultaneously prepared their sword techniques, but she struck unexpectedly. Just as Ye Qinghan was about to kill her from afar, she suddenly accelerated, using the air to propel herself forward. The sword shadow took shape, and the pale golden longsword that had been hovering high in the air fell steadily down.

The two sword shadows collided; they would find out which was more powerful after a test.

Ye Qiao's sword shadow was at least twice as high. She brazenly aimed it at the person in front of her, clearly treating him as a practice target. With a slight smirk, she slapped Ye Qinghan across the face without hesitation.

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