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

"The Ninth Demon Lord, probably a former sword spirit?" The boy thought for a moment, then flashed a bright smile. "Among the demons, who do you think I am?"

The young man leaped gracefully into the air, nimbly blocking Ye Qiao's path. His dark eyes curved into a smile, and a murderous aura suddenly appeared, engulfing the surrounding churning demonic energy. The staff hanging at Ye Qiao's waist was inconspicuous, its presence perfectly concealed by the black demonic attire.

Your appearance was too sudden.

It crushed all the attacks from the surrounding area, and some even entered the boy's body and were devoured.

But this sword spirit appeared out of nowhere.

The former sword spirit of the Ninth Demon Lord has already laid out the answer in the open, so it's not hard to guess.

"You are the Demon Lord's... sword spirit?" The aura was so similar to their Demon Lord that some people with weak mental fortitude almost knelt down the moment the boy appeared.

But... that doesn't make sense, does it?

"A stick?" Someone with sharp eyes noticed that he seemed to have run out from a stick hanging from Ye Qiao's waist.

He craned his neck in astonishment, constantly looking around at the figure of the absent man.

That can't be right. When did their Demon Lord Sword Spirit's true form become so ugly?

"It should be able to change shape; its true form is a sword, right?" Meng Liu suddenly interjected. "I felt a sense of familiarity with it before, like I felt the same way somewhere."

Judging the aura of a Demon Lord is an instinct; almost every demon can firmly remember the aura of a Demon Lord.

In a flash, Meng Liu, who had been pinned down by several Nascent Soul cultivators and unable to move, suddenly looked up when he remembered the words "the former sword spirit of the Ninth Demon Lord" he had left behind. Suddenly, he knew how to escape. The young man's dark eyes flashed with excitement and some unknown emotions. He suddenly spoke, "You guys should show some respect for the Demon Lord's sword spirit."

"..."

Almost at the moment you didn't introduce yourself.

The elder in charge of capturing Ye Qiao was somewhat taken aback and subconsciously released the pressure that was suppressing Ye Qiao.

The Demon Lord's Sword Spirit?

real or fake?

Regardless of whether it's true or not, the aura emanating from this young man is undeniable; it must have taken him a long time to share a bed with the Demon Lord to acquire that aura.

"I won't say that Jun is indeed a being who dares to trample even the Demon Lord underfoot." He silently took two elders hostage, his eyes suddenly curving into a sneer, and his menacing demeanor resembled that of a bandit. "I'll say it again, release my Sword Master."

The chilling aura was like a blade piercing deep inside, accompanied by an inescapable stench of blood and slaughter.

Miscalculated.

Damn it, this person is actually the Sword Master of the Unseen Sword Sect.

Why are you even tying people up to the head of the Sword Master who is nowhere to be seen?

Ye Qiao raised an eyebrow slightly, suddenly realizing that when he was with her, Bu Jianjun had really restrained himself a lot. Having fought alongside the Ninth Demon Lord, the sword spirit itself had been stained with countless amounts of blood, and it was not something that could be eliminated in a short time.

"Are you really... His Majesty's sword spirit?" The demon's voice, which had been so arrogant just moments before, had softened, sounding unusually weak. "What proof do you have?"

The aura is very familiar; it's the sword spirit of the demon race. But what can prove it?

Without even a glance, he looked at the demons here, picked out two black threads that were as sharp as blades, and easily sliced ​​open their necks.

The stench of blood filled the air instantly. After seeing the blood, Jun couldn't control his urge to slaughter everyone present. He smiled and said, "Then let the Demon Lord come and confront me."

The moment the boy made his move, everyone's hearts tightened instantly, a surge of killing intent welled up, yet no one dared to make a move.

They had something to rely on: after they had basically confirmed his identity, they could only exchange glances and keep forcing a dry laugh.

Who would dare to let the Demon Lord confront him? They don't even know how the Demon Lord lost his spirit sword. The fact that this Demon Lord doesn't have a spirit sword has been a constant source of criticism. Who knows what might have happened? Are they tired of living and going to find the Demon Lord?

"No need." He believed her.

He then cautiously inquired, "So, sir, what are your thoughts?"

"Let us go." Bu Jianjun wasn't used to so many people. None of the demons could resist the demon's spirit sword; he would glare back at anyone who looked at him.

With two Nascent Soul stage cultivators and five Core Formation stage cultivators, it would be difficult for her to escape directly. Making too much noise would undoubtedly make her a target of public criticism.

The unexpected appearance of Jun made Ye Qiao realize what it meant to have a sudden and unexpected turn of events.

Observing the constantly changing expressions of the young master and the other demons, Ye Qiao quickly figured out the connection between the two. She was too lazy to pretend anymore, so she stood up and hid behind the sword spirit, shamelessly living off the sword spirit.

She acted like a complete villain, cleverly hiding behind Bujianjun, determined to live off his kindness to the very end. "This is terrifying, Bujianjun, you must help me get revenge."

Unaware of the flattery, Jun blinked quickly, surprised that she would choose to rely on him. "Qiaoqiao?"

Ye Qiao observed Meng Liu's expression. This young master was quite cunning. In the Demon Realm, his refusal to take action under any circumstances was indeed likely to arouse suspicion. Fearing that he might suspect that she was a cultivator, she immediately chose to portray herself as a useless gigolo. "Good luck, this time it's all up to you."

Her words of encouragement instantly cheered up the boy. Right? Right? In crucial moments, we still have to rely on him!

Flying Immortal Sword and the like are all unreliable.

He is the most powerful sword among all of Ye Qiao's swords.

When Meng Liu saw the Sword Spirit and figured out its origins, he started thinking about how to use it. But Ye Qiao's brazen act of taking advantage of him almost made his eyes pop out of their sockets.

Just as he was feeling indignant about this, he heard a low, menacing warning from an elder at the Nascent Soul stage: "Meng Liu!! Are you doing this on purpose?"

Did they deliberately make them mistakenly believe that the two were on the same side? And then seriously offend their Demon Lord's natal sword?

Oh no, my former natal sword.

The elder used a telepathic communication method that no one except Meng Liu could hear. Meng Liu raised his hand, surprised to find himself implicated in such a serious case, and cried out that he was innocent, "I really don't know. I'm willing to swear on my grandfather's life."

If he had known that this was the Sword Master of the Unseen Swords, he wouldn't have refused to help her in the first place.

That was the sword of the Demon Lords of all generations. You should know that demon cultivators and cultivators are really different. Cultivators only have a little privilege in their direct disciples, but they generally advocate equality. Except for a very few who rely on their status and high cultivation to act tyrannically, they are still very harmonious.

However, those who choose to become demons are mostly those with twisted and wicked minds. Meng Liu is certainly not a good person either, as the path of freedom is inherently ambiguous in terms of good and evil.

Of all the paths, only the Path of All Living Beings and the Path of Slaughter have clear definitions: one is a righteous path with impeccable roots, and the other is an inherently demonic path.

The remaining paths are both righteous and evil; in other words, good and evil are separated by a single thought.

Such a chaotic place, if not properly managed, could easily trigger a riot.

Therefore, the Demon Realm is a place with a clear hierarchy, where the orders of those in power are paramount.

Demons have an ingrained reverence for those in power. To put it bluntly, this sword might even be of higher status than the Demon Lord himself, since it was born in the Demon Realm.

"I really didn't expect that either." Meng Liu lowered his head, seemingly in surprise, and finally couldn't help but laugh: "So it's the Demon Lord's spirit sword."

"But it seems to have changed hands now."

It became the sword of an unknown demonic cultivator.

I wonder what the Demon Lord thinks after seeing this. He probably feels pretty good about it. Although he wasn't the one who got the sword, he knows that knowing his natal sword is in someone else's hands would drive him crazy.

The expressions on the faces of the demonic cultivators present were quite interesting, clearly showing their dissatisfaction with this dramatic scene.

Why did their own sword spirit go out for a stroll and find a Nascent Soul stage cultivator to be its master? That sword belonged to their successive Demon Lords.

He's only at the Nascent Soul stage, and although he looks young, powerful spiritual swords are only for the strong. Unless the other party has extraordinary talent, it's truly a waste of space.

The Unseen Lord was oblivious to the meaning of modesty and humility. He took it for granted that he would order the people here to prepare a larger place to live. He treated them like his subordinates, and the demonic cultivators dared not object. They didn't even have the courage to look at him and hurriedly ran out to prepare the accommodations for him.

Ye Qiao clicked her tongue slightly, thinking, "That's an exaggeration."

Even in the five major sects, the elders wouldn't dare to order people around like that; the worst they could do was sweep the floor.

As a result, in the Demon Realm, Jun completely treated these people as mere tools to be used at will.

Meng Liu leaned closer to her, noticing Ye Qiao's bewilderment. He guessed that someone of her status might have never encountered a situation of this level before, so he whispered, "It's different." The young man spoke softly and ambiguously, "Here, the orders of those higher-ups are paramount."

"The sword itself is truly formidable..." He moved the corner of his lips, "In other words, it's above us in status."

In other words, he can walk sideways without seeing the emperor, and as long as he doesn't run into the Demon Lord, his identity is really useful.

Upon hearing his explanation, Ye Qiao's eyes lit up almost imperceptibly. "Then I can just lie here and relax with the help of the sword spirit."

Meng Liu hesitated, glancing at her as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

Not only do they gnaw on the small things, but they also gnaw on the swords.

No wonder he can be so arrogant. Meng Liu nodded. "Theoretically, it's possible."

If he had the Demon Lord's former spirit sword to rely on, he would have already defected far away with the sword. Ye Qiao is really lucky.

Two lolis and a sword spirit, they could roam freely among the demons.

The situation was easily brought under control by a sword spirit. Ye Qiao was fine leaving, but Meng Liu wanted to go with them too, but was left behind. The reason was that he had once again attempted to defect and needed to be punished.

Meng Liu almost cursed out loud. Why didn't they mention punishment before? Wasn't it just because they were resentful that he hadn't informed them of the impending separation?

But he really didn't know!

……

When Meng Liu returned after being punished, it was already late at night. Those Nascent Soul stage cultivators perfectly demonstrated what it means to be responsible. They quickly made arrangements based on Jun's casual remark.

Moreover, with two Nascent Soul cultivators providing cover for this temporary residence, no one would likely discover or disturb them in the short term.

When Meng Liu returned, he was limping. Upon seeing Ye Qiao, he immediately slumped onto the table. "Why didn't you reveal his identity from the beginning?"

If Ye Qiao had said so beforehand, he wouldn't have been unfairly blamed and punished.

Ye Qiao: "..." Who knew your Demon Realm's system was so strong? She only knew that Bujianjun was the Demon Lord's sword, and she didn't realize that he was actually second only to the Demon Lord. If she had known about Bujianjun, she wouldn't have ended up having to rob to make a living.

"You didn't recognize it either." She flicked the stick at her waist with her fingertips. The black stick was engraved with patterns and looked very small and pretty.

"I have seen this sword spirit before, but its true form didn't always look like this." Cold sweat dripped down Meng Liu's forehead. "It used to be quite beautiful, much more beautiful than it is now."

He couldn't quite describe the feeling. He reached out to touch it, but didn't have the courage. Finally, he awkwardly explained, "I never thought it would turn into a stick."

It was, after all, a spirit sword of their demon race; who would have thought it would end up like this?

If I had to use an analogy, before I saw Jun, he was like a beautiful pet cat. The consequence of running away from home was that he became a stray cat, covered in dirt and grime. For a long time after Ye Qiao took him in, he still looked like a plain, unassuming stick.

Ye Qiao fiddled with it for a bit, "I know it can change shape."

Apart from that, it seems to be no different from an ordinary spirit sword.

When Jun realized he was being looked down upon, he became unhappy again, lowered his head, and if he had cat ears, they would have turned into airplane ears and been tucked behind his back.

Meng Liu could hardly bear to watch this scene: "...Oh. It must be able to change shape, after all, it's the Demon Lord's sword."

In fact, more than that, he wanted to shout, "This is the Demon Lord's sword! Why don't you show some of your wicked and arrogant aura? What kind of crazy reaction is this, puffing up like that?!"

"Ye Qiao also always used it as a sword, and with the help of Chengfeng Sect's seventy-two sword techniques, he could always strike unexpectedly."

This sword wasn't a cultivator's sword after all, but rather a demon's. Seeing Meng Liu staring at it intently, Ye Qiao curiously rested her chin on the table. "Is something wrong?"

Meng Liu didn't answer, but asked instead, "Can I touch it?"

This is probably the first reaction of a normal person when they see a legendary creature; everyone wants to touch it.

Ye Qiao nodded, and he immediately picked it up, tracing the lines and fiddling with it. "It even has patterns?"

Ye Qiao wasn't surprised by his reaction. "It's always been there." She and her junior uncle had also studied it. The method of using the Unseen Monarch was taught to her by her junior uncle, or rather, he taught her step by step. After that, Xie Chuxue stopped bothering her.

"Does it have any other uses?" She remembered that the Sword of the Demon Clan was the Sword of the Unseen Lord, so it would be more appropriate to ask the Demon Clan to explore this matter.

Meng Liu was also pondering. It wasn't strange that a stick could turn into a sword, but what was strange was the pattern. If there were patterns engraved on a sword, then there must be a curse mark or some unknown thing.

"Why don't you try applying your blood along the patterns?"

Ye Qiao tried to smear the blood on, but after various attempts failed, both of them fell silent.

It is clear that you are unaware of this either.

Ye Qiao tentatively used a wolf-hair brush to concentrate her spiritual sense and prepared to draw the incantation on it from a distance, and then ask Yunhen or Junior Uncle.

The incantation formed the moment she finished writing, firmly embedding itself into the staff. A pale blue lotus mark appeared, the symbol of the Moon Purity Sect. Ye Qiao cursed inwardly, but before she could explain, her arm was suddenly gripped tightly.

Meng Liu's breath hitched slightly as he gripped Ye Qiao tightly. "Holy crap, look at this stick."

……

I calculated that I still need to pay 12,000 more.