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

The presence of two Nascent Soul stage cultivators forced everyone to retreat, fearing that if they were too late, they would be torn apart by spiritual and demonic energy.

"Dragon Balls and Spiritual Artifacts. We can do without the Dragon Balls, but give us the water-type Spiritual Artifacts." Mingxuan said directly. They waited for about half an hour to make sure the domain ended before going to find Ye Qiao. Before leaving, they needed to borrow the Dragon Clan members, and they didn't plan to leave the Spiritual Artifacts to them.

The dragons had reservations and were still reluctant to lend people. The dragons were losing at least three dragons, and judging from the way these disciples were acting, it felt like they were going to their deaths.

Completely bewildered by Mingxuan's words, the leader glanced at them, his gaze carrying a hint of pressure, "Where are you looking for any water-based magical artifacts?"

Xue Yu explained, "The Dragon Ball is supported by a water-based magical artifact. You can return that artifact to us."

That was taken by Ye Qiao; it doesn't belong to the Dragon Clan.

The leader didn't mean to trick them, but the idea of ​​a magical artifact assisting another magical artifact was absurd. "Your magical artifact? How can you tell it's yours?" It was clearly a dragon pearl from the South China Sea.

Upon hearing this, Mu Chongxi suddenly had an idea and waved towards the Dragon Ball.

The glistening beads actually flew into my palm.

Mu Chongxi immediately began to disassemble it. For a straightforward and brutal sword cultivator, there was nothing that couldn't be taken apart. He skillfully twisted the entire spiritual weapon, causing it to change shape, and then separated it to show them.

They are two separate magical artifacts.

It's just that I don't know who combined the two together.

For a moment, all was silent.

So it really is a combination of two magical artifacts?

"What's the point of using two magical artifacts together?" One of the dragons still didn't understand and prepared to strike first: "You dare to dismantle our magical artifacts!?"

"As expected of a simple-minded dragon. Can't you see what use it is?" Mingxuan was amused by their counterattack. He snatched the dragon ball and the magical artifact, put them back together, and then suddenly spun them around. In an instant, the entire South China Sea was turned upside down, and he almost vomited from the shock.

The water flow reversed directly.

The scene descended into brief chaos.

Ye Qiao's approach of linking the function of one magical artifact to another was a very bold one, but she succeeded. This is not just bold, but a genius innovation.

The dragons, momentarily dazed and confused, exchanged bewildered glances. After the initial doubts subsided, curiosity followed: "Your junior sister... she's a weapon cultivator?"

"No," Mu Chongxi said, "She's a sword cultivator. The others are just for fun."

The dragon who spoke glanced at them twice, "..."

Indeed, that personally taught swordsmanship was extremely precise, clearly indicating a swordsman's skill. But their casual remark that it was just for fun left me feeling inexplicably uneasy.

The leader, envious of the combined power of the two—the ability to easily control the entire South China Sea's currents—was reluctant to part with the magical artifact. "So, what are your plans?" he asked.

"Give us the magical artifacts, and a few more dragons along with them. That's not an unreasonable request, is it?" Xue Yu blinked, his voice calm.

You guys really dared to borrow four Nascent Soul stage dragons at once.

The little prince jumped up and down, volunteering, "Me, me, me! I'll lend it to you! I'll go with you!"

The noble dragon race never bows its head.

But it's okay to go low sometimes.

"Yes." They nodded. "Our dragon race can lend people. What we said before still stands. The dragon race is willing to offer a hundred years of loyalty for this."

After dealing with the dragon clan, all that was left was to chat with the elders. Zhou Xingyun promptly replied to the elders who told them to return to the sect, "We're not going back."

"What?" The Sword Sect elder was incredulous at being rejected by Zhou Xingyun.

"Didn't you hear me?" He seemed confused. "Then I'll say it again: the Changming Sect disciples refuse to cooperate."

Zhou Xingyun was usually indifferent, but now he was even more so. He deliberately raised his voice, as if afraid that the elders of the other sects would not hear him.

Xie Chuxue almost burst out laughing. He suppressed the smile on his lips, enduring the amusement as he watched the faces of the Wenjian Sect members turn as black as the bottom of a pot. He waved his hand, "Alright, alright. You can go ahead. Your martial uncle will stop them for you."

First, Ye Qiao led a group of disciples to break into the dungeon, and then Zhou Xingyun led a group of disciples to disobey the orders of the Five Sects.

"Ah. Youth is wonderful." He slumped over his desk, unable to resist sighing with a sense of utter boredom.

Duan Yu crossed his arms and concluded with a deep expression, "They definitely like Ye Qiao." Their rebellious demeanor almost infuriated the most rule-abiding Wenjian Sect. He had been teaching these children for so many years, and this was the first time he had seen them so united.

"Who said that? This has nothing to do with romance." Xie Chuxue glanced at him casually and sighed.

That was three years of camaraderie among fellow students.

"Indeed." Chu Xingzhi was the first to agree: "If it were my junior sister inside, I would go too."

He would go even if it wasn't his junior sister, but a disciple from another sect.

The values ​​and upbringing they received from childhood would prevent them from abandoning their fellow disciples.

"The sect should have taught you to choose the best solution first when faced with a problem," the Sword Inquiry Sect elder said calmly. "If Mu Chongxi wants to stay, that's fine; he needs to train in the Dragon Clan anyway. The rest of you, return to the sect. Don't make me send someone to bring you back."

If Ye Qiao hadn't died, she would probably have already gone around causing trouble.

Chu Xingzhi snatched the jade slip away, shouting, "Don't listen to him!!"

"You can go. I'll support you in spirit. Anyway, the elders aren't going to kill us."

Chu Xingzhi's sudden rebellion made the Sword Inquiry Sect elder turn his head with a cold expression. Just as he was about to punch him, he saw his favorite junior disciple step forward.

When Zhu You saw Chu Xingzhi acting strangely, she offered an explanation: "Elder, he's just simple-minded, please be understanding."

The elder's eyes were cold and sharp. Just as he was about to speak again, the two twins in the sect suddenly started fighting.

The two exchanged paper balls, causing the elder's brows to furrow deeply. Interrupted repeatedly as he tried to speak, the Sword Inquiry Sect elder's expression darkened: "I'll ask you, did you do this on purpose, or did you plan it beforehand?"

This coordinated effort bears a striking resemblance to the Changming Sect's style of mutual cover-ups and treacherous collusion.

The elders of the Sword Inquiry Sect originally didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the Changming Sect, but times have changed. The cultivation world is short of manpower right now. They've already lost Ye Qiao, and losing a few more disciples would be unacceptable.

Looking at the unmoved elders of the Changming Sect, he said coldly, "Are you really so comfortable letting them run around like this?"

"How often have they been running around?" Elder Zhao didn't seem to care, but the demons were indeed restless, and they couldn't protect them all the time. Their training was their own business; having made their choice, they had to bear the consequences, their lives at their own risk.

"Qin Huai." The sect leader of Chengfeng Sect raised an eyebrow, having watched the show to his heart's content. "Go and bring them back."

"Don't go with them this time."

The memory of Qin Huai being abducted and taken down the mountain last time was too deep, causing him to be overly suspicious of everything.

Qin Huai nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

He turned around, intending to take a few disciples to find Zhou Xingyun and the others, but was suddenly stopped by Chu Xingzhi.

Qin Huai lazily drew his sword, a smirk playing on his lips. "You lot, do you want to die?"

The sword aura of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator was menacing. Chu Xingzhi, whose cultivation level was lower than his, took a half-step back upon seeing this, drew his sword, and said in a menacing voice, "Are you afraid of me?"

The sword flashed past the blade. Qin Huai wanted to teach him a lesson, but before he could even unleash his unpredictable swordplay, Ye Qinghan suddenly pressed down with a single sword strike.

The two exchanged a glance. Ye Qinghan remained nonchalant and serious, saying, "Drawing swords is forbidden inside the Changming Sect Hall."