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

She had considered her decision to use Ye Qinghan as a practice subject. After all, he was the male protagonist of a novel; he wouldn't be in trouble even if anyone else got into trouble. He was a reward from Heaven, so it was definitely worth trying him out.

All the sword shadows in the sky merged at this moment. Ye Qinghan's pupils contracted sharply. What he saw was Ye Qiao leaping suddenly, and the gold and white colliding around him. The formation was like a fragile glass plate shattering, breaking into countless fragments that embedded themselves into the ground.

Ye Qiao turned her palm and formed an arc that exploded, causing the arena beneath her feet to crack and disappear, all of which was crushed into powder under the crushing force of the two powerful sword shadows.

The sect leader of Chengfeng Sect narrowed his eyes. "Oh dear, I completely misjudged him." In his impression, Ye Qiao was a very strong disciple, but judging from this scene, her level was even higher than he had judged.

"?! Huh? Are you crazy?"

"Pretty much, I think both of them are pretty crazy."

The scene was extremely thrilling.

Ye Qinghan's sword technique was at least at the Nascent Soul stage, but Ye Qiao's was no less powerful, and even completely overwhelmed him.

This moment.

The aftershocks and direct attacks from the collision of the two sword techniques all landed on the two people in the center.

Mingxuan cast a protective shield that enveloped Ye Qiao, causing the competition stage to collapse and bury her completely. All of Ye Qiao's disciples who were on the competition stage were buried alive.

Ye Qinghan had most of his spiritual energy drained away, leaving him no way to dodge. Ye Qiao, standing in mid-air, leaped up and delivered a direct and unexpected sword strike to him. He could only watch helplessly.

The enormous, dazzling golden sword tip tilted and, following Ye Qiao's direction, struck Ye Qinghan squarely in the abdomen, slamming him into the ground and sending him crashing into the ruins.

Ye Qiao was protected by a talisman placed on her by Ming Xuan, preventing her from being crushed a second time.

"Senior Brother!!"

Zhu You rushed over immediately after the competition platform collapsed.

Ye Qinghan coughed up blood, and Zhu You frantically poured out the pills from her mustard seed bag and handed them to him.

Others also rushed to the stage to recruit people.

Damn it, it collapsed again.

Ye Qiao crawled out of the ruins, covered in dust and grime, coughing twice from the choking fumes, and asked only softly, "Was it fun?"

Ye Qinghan didn't want to pay attention to her.

He coughs up blood whenever he speaks, and his whole body aches terribly.

Neither of them was aiming to kill the other; after avoiding vital organs, the injuries were at most minor. Ye Qinghan kept a straight face despite the pain.

...They're quite tolerant.

Ye Qiao let out two meaningless howls, and was solemnly reprimanded by Duan Yu, who walked down from the stage, "Let me hear who's yelling like that?"

Ye Qiao immediately shut up.

She wasn't seriously injured; it was Ye Qinghan who was sent flying. Ye Qiao found a foothold and landed, only to be crushed by the collapsed arena. But thanks to Ming Xuan's protective array, aside from the initial shockwave, she didn't suffer many wounds.

Ye Qinghan was slammed away by that sword and flew backwards into the ruins.

"What are you two thinking? Huh?"

The sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect treated everyone equally this time, not even Ye Qinghan. He was amused and annoyed, "Is this kind of sword technique something that can be used casually?"

In his eyes, Ye Qinghan had always been the epitome of calmness, and at least she had never shown such an unconventional side.

Ye Qiao was even more unforgiving. Why didn't she just admit defeat and accept it? Instead, she grabbed her sword and charged into battle.

The sword techniques she unleashed were even more ruthless than Ye Qinghan's; both sword techniques were stronger than the last, with Ye Qiao's being particularly powerful.

"Just sparring for fun," Ye Qiao shrugged.

It was indeed a friendly sparring match, but their sparring was tinged with personal grudges, and throughout the entire match, only Ye Qinghan and she were hurting each other.

Song Hansheng's gaze drifted around, looking at the collapsed arena, and he said in a light tone, "Hehe, you sword cultivators are all quite interesting."

The competition stage gets destroyed every time they have a friendly match; it's truly a stage with a troubled history.

"Stay here! All of you stay and pay up!" Elder Zhao rushed out impatiently, reprimanding them and pointing at the rival sect's disciple, "Especially you, Ye Qinghan!"

Ye Qinghan: "..."