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

Seeing her skillful stepping motion, Meng Liu suppressed his anger at being deceived, his eyes turning slightly cold as he stared straight at Ye Qiao. "Ye Qiao of the Changming Sect, it's true that seeing is believing."

He narrowed his eyes, turned the "Not Seeing You" in his hand, and his voice carried a hint of sarcastic mockery.

His knowledge of Ye Qiao was limited to knowing her name.

Meng Liu had only been in office for a short time, and he hadn't seen any of the materials on this group of trusted disciples. He only knew her name because she was famous.

Ye Qinghan and Ye Qiao, both surnamed Ye, are basically known to all demonic cultivators in the demon race.

Every demon hated her to the core. Meng Liu had never gotten involved in the conflict between the two races. Before being chosen as this damned young master, he was just a carefree nobody in the demon race.

Meng Liu pursed his lips, glancing at her several times with a hint of annoyance. Moreover, if he succeeded in making a deal with the righteous path, all would be well, but if he failed, he would have to sever all ties with them immediately, otherwise he would be the first to die when the Demon Lord settled accounts.

Mingxuan was responsible for stepping on the array's key points that had been set up in advance. Seeing the demonic cultivators swarming forward, he misstepped and activated the array.

The moment they made a move, their presence would be exposed, so they had to act quickly and decisively to pluck the Half-Immortal Flower before the other powerful demons arrived. Looking at the towering tree, several dozen feet tall, Xue Yu raised his voice, "Who will go pluck it?"

"Me and him." Ye Qiao forcefully pulled Meng Liu back, who was trying to distance himself from her. Did he think he could stay out of it? Dream on.

"Let's go pick them together."

Mingxuan glanced at Meng Liu's gloomy face and laughed: "Alright, I'll keep watch over you down here."

Meng Liu, who was forced to go up and pick flowers, leaned closer to her and whispered through gritted teeth, "I really thank you." It was obvious that the most dangerous place was the tree, and in just a few minutes, dozens of demonic cultivators had already climbed up in a rush.

The fastest-climbing demonic cultivator was still interfering with those below, trying to push them off.

Ye Qiao gently pushed him away, saying, "You're welcome."

As they spoke, several streams of demonic energy, streaked with dark netherfire, flew toward them. The netherfire ignited instantly, and ordinary water was ineffective in extinguishing this kind of spiritual fire. Ye Qiao was unfortunately hit squarely. As the flames began to spread, Ming Xuan quickly grabbed a few water balls and threw them at them, drenching them thoroughly.

The icy water cleared her eyes considerably. Ye Qiao shook off the water and locked her gaze on the demons attacking her. She drew her sword and plunged into the demon horde.

The sword energy swept up an invisible wind, and some people were silently slit in the throat by a single sword technique before they even realized the danger.

Ye Qiao's speed was neither fast nor slow compared to Zhou Xingyun and Meng Liu, which was unavoidable. When the senior brother became famous at a young age, he could not possibly be the kind of person who had not been stained with blood at all. Meng Liu grew up directly among the demons. The two of them moved lightly and gracefully through the demon horde as if they were in an empty place.

Just then, a palm strike came down with unstoppable force. Meng Liu's brows twitched slightly, and he was about to take out his sword to block it when Ye Qiao spun around and the alchemy furnace fell into her palm. The others immediately hid behind her.

Meng Liu didn't understand why they were all hiding behind Ye Qiao like eagles catching chicks. He was a step behind and was pulled into the group by Ming Xuan.

Meng Liu: "..."

What are we doing? Are we lining them up so we can get wiped out?

Ye Qiao spotted the location of the attack, and the Red Lotus Cauldron in her palm suddenly enlarged. She pushed it forward, and the bombardment-like attack crashed into the thick outer wall of the cauldron, leaving only a dull thud before dissipating silently.

While a palm strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator is powerful, it cannot shatter a spiritual artifact in a single blow.

To be honest, Xue Yu had almost forgotten that Ye Qiao possessed this magical artifact.

Ye Qiao has three spiritual artifacts.

Even among magical artifacts, there are varying degrees of strength. Compared to other powerful magical artifacts, the Crimson Lotus Cauldron seems rather insignificant.

"Is that a pill furnace in Ye Qiao's hand?" Meng Liu asked in a low voice. Could the pill furnaces that pill cultivators treasure be used to block attacks?

Xue Yu, unfazed, simply grunted in response and even asked, "What's wrong?"

With a complicated expression, Meng Liu chose to stay away from them.

He focused his attention on the battle situation before him. Countless attacks were intertwined, with the demonic cultivators who had climbed up the top suffering the most unknown attacks. It could be said that the first one to climb up was now an easy target.

After these cultivators made their move, the scene became even more chaotic. Some demons who harbored resentment towards Ye Qiao stopped even trying to steal the flowers and instead launched a relentless attack on her. Each move was deadly. Meng Liu initially hesitated whether to help her, but after realizing that she was handling the situation with ease, he stopped interfering.

Five against one and they were still being toyed with. The demons were indeed a bunch of useless trash. He sighed inwardly, gripped his spirit sword, and began to fight in front of countless people.

After giving the staff to Meng Liu, she was able to witness how the staff of the Unseen Lord was performed in Meng Liu's hands in its current form.

The young man bent his knees slightly, and the jet-black staff began to transform, like a lotus flower in full bloom, both illusory and real. The moment the demonic energy poured in, the petals carved on it opened to three, and a black and red magic circle unfolded and spread out from it. He smiled.

An ominous and deathly aura permeated the formation.

The reason why the form of the Unseen Lord is so varied is that the demon race rarely uses swords. They are more skilled at attacks with staffs. The moment the Unseen Lord changes form, the dark staff comes into hand, and the knowledgeable demon cultivators recognize it instantly.

"Where can I find you?"

"How did you end up in your hands when I couldn't find you?"

"Meng Liu! You traitor to the demon race!" Someone shouted twice, and the next second they were swallowed up by the magic array that originated from the "Unseen Monarch".

Wherever the magic array touched, nothing escaped unscathed. Meng Liu clicked his tongue slightly, wondering how long Ye Qiao had starved it. He couldn't help but complain under his breath, "Why did you come looking for the Sword Master instead of the Demon Clan? What are you doing here, looking for the righteous path? We can't even get enough to eat."

In Meng Liu's words, he understood how to use the sword far better than Ye Qiao, the sword master. The magic array was generated very quickly, and the shadow of the sword spirit merging with it could be vaguely seen in the dark patterns.

The demon race operates on a class system. They usually don't dare to utter a word in front of those of higher rank. They finally managed to seize on Meng Liu's betrayal and cooperation with the righteous path as a pretext, and just as they began to make their move, someone noticed the spirit sword in the young man's hand.

"If he doesn't see you, he must have stolen it," someone consoled themselves.

Meng Liu, who was suddenly accused of stealing again, looked at them coldly.

However, before their identities could be confirmed, the next second, the form of a black sword spirit faintly flashed by, merging with the sword.

The state of perfect harmony between man and sword can only be achieved when the sword spirit itself approves of it.

In other words, is he the Sword Master who never sees the Emperor?

The moment the Sword Spirit failed to appear, the demons, who had been frantically trying to eliminate this traitor, instantly sobered up as if doused with cold water.

Perhaps frightened by their own imagination, the demons, feeling a sense of awe, quickly retreated, making way for Meng Liu. At the same time, their thoughts raced, realizing that Meng Liu was actually the master of the Demon Lord Sword.

Does that mean he is the next Demon Lord of the Demon Clan?

The young master is not necessarily the future demon lord. After all, in the demon realm, young masters come and go, but the demon lord remains constant. If there is no one to see, then it is different. This is equivalent to a kind of succession.

There's a saying that "filling in the blanks" is a kind of illness.

Meng Liu's imagination suddenly became incredibly powerful, and all his actions suddenly became traceable.

After realizing that he would be the next Demon Lord, they all remained as quiet as chickens, not daring to make any rash moves.

Taking advantage of Bujianjun's audacity, Meng Liu flexed his muscles. Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, but his mood did not lighten despite intimidating them. Sure enough, within seconds, they realized something, their eyes flickering with uncertainty. "But I remember that Bujianjun looks a bit like Ye Qiao's sword."

"How did Ye Qiao's sword end up in his hands?"

"Everyone's saying he must have conspired with Ye Qiao!! The two of them stole our spirit sword!"

"You took the Demon Lord's sword and thought you could run away? Ha, it must be Ye Qiao who stole you out."

"Seize this traitor. He's in cahoots with Ye Qiao."

"How dare he lie to us! Kill him!" A demonic cultivator who was very displeased with Meng Liu immediately twisted his neck, grinned maliciously, and drew his sword to attack.

Meng Liu unleashed the Spinning Formation once more, nimbly transforming into a flowing water pattern as he weaved through the attacks of a group of demonic cultivators. He also managed to let Bujianjun absorb a wave of demonic energy from the demons. Bujianjun gritted his teeth inwardly; one second he was all respectful to him, and the next second he seemed to have figured something out and was shouting for his life.

This made him, the young master, lose face!

When Meng Liu used "Unseen Ruler," a fleeting shadow of a jet-black sword spirit appeared in the sky and quickly merged into the sword, causing its power to increase rapidly. The ignorant Ye Qiao was slightly puzzled, "What was that?"

Zhou Xingyun stared intently at Meng Liu. "It should be the realm of man and sword becoming one?"

To be honest, he was somewhat surprised that Ye Qiao's spirit sword was so compatible with this young master.

Xue Yu stroked his chin. "I always feel like that sentence sounds like an insult."

Ye Qiao wholeheartedly agreed, "They do look somewhat alike."

The state of merging the sword master and the sword spirit into one is extremely profound, testing the tacit understanding between the two.

Is this a question of whether or not to curse? Mu Chongxi couldn't help but shake her shoulder, making her sway like seaweed. "Wake up!! That's your wife, and you actually let that demon use her. Ahhh, Ye Qiao, I'm so disappointed in you."

Your father is so disappointed in you, Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao unexpectedly understood the subtext of his words from his tone. She was so dizzy from being shaken that she raised her hand expressionlessly, ready to punch Mu Chongxi and make him realize who his father was.

"Actually, I think this Meng Liu might actually have some real skills." Zhou Xingyun, who had rescued Ye Qiao during the fight, pondered, "Otherwise, what qualifications does he have to be the young master?"

Because he's a perverted lolicon?

In the Demon Clan, positions are always held by the most capable. They don't care who sits on the throne as the young master, as long as the person has sufficient ability. Meng Liu appears quite confident; perhaps he and the sword can achieve some kind of communication or resonance.

Zhou Xingyun narrowed his eyes. "That requires an extremely high degree of compatibility between the sword master and the sword spirit, achieving a unity of will. In his case, he can at most use it. He is far from achieving the effect of the two becoming one."

Among demonic cultivators, there are also those with extraordinary talents. This special talent is similar to the innate sword bones of sword cultivators, who can freely wield any spiritual sword. However, Meng Liu's ability to wield the "Unseen Sword" is truly unbelievable. His freakish appearance leaves a very deep impression.

Ye Qiao knew without even trying that she couldn't achieve perfect harmony with Bujian Jun's will. "Then why don't we let Mu Chongxi and Chaoxi Sword give it a try?"

Now that Meng Liu is the only one dealing damage, the other five feel very guilty.

Zhou Xingyun's swords never aligned with his philosophy, and the results were minimal. In contrast, the Chaoxi Sword and Mu Chongxi's swords were a perfect match.

Mu Chongxi, who was being called upon, replied, "Huh?"

"I can't do it, I can't reach that level." He waved his hands frantically, the minimum he could reach was the Nascent Soul stage.

As someone with a naturally occurring sword-bone physique, it's true that he can complete the task, but the flames cannot reach the final temperature effect.

Meng Liuneng was able to use it successfully, but apart from his special physique, his face visibly turned pale, and he was clearly not as relaxed as they appeared on the surface.

Xue Yu observed for a while and noticed that Meng Liu's attacks had weakened.

"Because he's not the Sword Master of 'The Sword That Never Sees the Lord,' his effect is definitely not as good as Ye Qiao's. Come on, KFC, let me borrow your fire." The spirit of the Chaoxi Sword emerged, waved to the little girl, and smiled brightly. "Mu Chongxi and I will give it a try."

The little girl glanced at him, shook her head, hummed softly, and jumped down. Phoenix flames rose up, using them to wield their swords.

Like woven rosy clouds, the fiery red color painted the scene. The flames intertwined with the sword techniques, and the colors of dawn and dusk were particularly beautiful at the moment when the sword intent and sword spirit merged.

Mu Chongxi looked up at Meng Liu, who was being attacked by the group. With the thought of protecting his partner, he steadily cleaved through the enemy with an unstoppable sword aura.

A moment of silence followed.