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

Everyone must die, but not society.

Mu Chongxi felt the embarrassment of being in a social situation for the first time in a long time. He lowered his head and dared not utter a sound the whole time, for fear of being caught by Elder Zhao and beaten up.

Elder Zhao gave a sinister smile: "You're back."

—You little rascals.

"Elder Zhao." The two stood up from the ground as if nothing had happened, and secretly kicked the red bird that had thrown them down.

Both of the disciples of the Biyue Sect are girls, one named Miaomiao and the other named Simiaoyan.

"Senior sister," Miao Miao pouted and muttered softly, "I feel like the direct disciples of this sect aren't quite normal."

Si Miaoyan nodded in agreement, a rare occurrence.

Even though she had seen countless people, she had never seen such a bizarre disciple. What kind of sword cultivator walks around on a bird instead of riding a sword?

Elder Zhao's face twisted for a moment. He didn't need to look to know what the strange looks from the other sects were thinking. He suppressed his raging anger, put his hands behind his back to suppress his urge to curse, and forced out a 'kind and amiable' smile. "You've come at the right time."

"These two are direct disciples of the Biyue Sect. Why don't you and a few others accompany them on a tour of our Changming Sect?"

The best solution to the visit of two direct disciples is to leave them to one of his own direct disciples, and Elder Zhao is happy to be a hands-off manager.

Seeing this, Ye Qiao kept her eyes down and nodded in agreement.

She was already planning how to escape Elder Zhao's shrewish roar after her two disciples left.

After Elder Zhao left, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Si Miaoyan, on the other hand, subtly observed Ye Qiao several times.

Before she arrived, she had heard that the Changming Sect had accepted a new junior sister, who was said to have been taken in as a personal disciple from the outer sect. Since ancient times, the five sects have always chosen the most talented disciples for their personal disciples.

But this girl was of average talent and didn't seem to have anything special about her.

It's unclear whether Changming Sect's move is a complete abandonment of their sect or if they have other plans.

"You're finally back." Mingxuan said, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, his hands clasped behind his head. "If you hadn't come back, Master would have been so worried he'd come down the mountain himself to catch you."

Xue Yu nodded in agreement, "Five days, and you look like this..." He looked at his two junior brothers and sisters.

She was wearing casual clothes, but it was unclear where she had gone off to, as her clothes were somewhat worn, especially Ye Qiao's, who looked like a wilted cabbage.

Xue Yu stroked his chin and said slowly, "You've come back from wandering outside?"

"..."

"Have a broader perspective."

"Could it be that we came back from collecting trash?" Ye Qiao said, pointing to the red bird that was tightly bound not far away.

Xue Yu remained silent for a moment, then strangely felt that what she said made some sense.

"Senior Brother Xue."

While they were chatting as if no one else was around, Miaomiao inappropriately peeked out and asked, "I have a question for you guys. Is there a kind of elixir that's popular in Cloud City lately?"

"Here." She handed the strange-looking pills to Xue Yu, gesturing with her lips, "This is the kind."

"..." Ah, this.

Xue Yu took it and stared at the pill in her palm for a moment.

The yellow pill emitted a faint fragrance, but compared to the usual round and smooth pills, it looked more unruly and unconventional.

If there had been cigarettes available, Xue Yu would probably have lit one on the spot to express his world-weariness and incomprehension of the world.

How did such an ugly pill become popular in Cloud City?

She's so ugly, she's almost as ugly as my junior sister...

Mingxuan felt the face looked familiar. "I feel like I've seen it somewhere before."

Only Junior Sister could refine such an ugly pill, right?

"Where?" Miao Miao's eyes lit up. She really wanted to know what kind of genius could refine pills so uglyly, yet still retain their medicinal effects completely.

How precise must one's control over divine consciousness and spiritual plants be?

Ming Xuanqian chuckled twice: "My junior sister made a similar thing when she was practicing for fun before."

Ye Qiao, who was called out, turned her head and noticed the pills in Miao Miao's hand. She touched her chin, which was unexpected. Before going on the training, these pills were so ugly that they could not be sold at all. But in just a few days, they have become popular pills.

"Her?" Miao Miao was slightly taken aback, staring at Ye Qiao. Did a sword cultivator like her actually dream of becoming a pill cultivator?

Ye Qiao let her look at her with a graceful and generous manner, and finally said to Xue Yu, "Third Senior Brother, I'm going to the library now."

Mingxuan, who had long since given up on chatting with people, quickly added, "I'll go too!"

The two immediately joined hands and fled.

Xue Yu smiled helplessly.

Seeing this, Miao Miao couldn't help but feel envious: "The atmosphere between you two is quite nice."

Not all members of the clan can get along well. They are all chosen ones, the future of the sect, and there has been no shortage of open and covert struggles and comparisons among them.

Simply put, they look down on each other. She and her senior sister are among the few who can get along harmoniously, but this is only because Si Miaoyan has a gentle temperament; otherwise, it would be difficult for them to get along well.

"No, not really." Mu Chongxi touched his face, looking a little embarrassed.

Before Ye Qiao arrived, the group rarely went together, and when they did, it was usually to go down the mountain for training.

The current unity is entirely due to Ye Qiao's amazing social skills.

……

As the saying goes, people's joys and sorrows are not shared. Ye Qiao had barely sat down to catch her breath after returning when Elder Yu from the library called her to help copy books.

Ye Qiao couldn't help but sigh as she was exploited upon her return.

Her purpose in coming to the library was actually to carefully study the mental cultivation method and talisman book given to her by Song Hansheng, and to compare them with the talismans of Changming Sect, and see if she could improve them.

However, Elder Yu caught them red-handed.

Compared to Ye Qiao's busy schedule, Ming Xuan was quite content, casually picking up a book on talismans and flipping through it idly.

"Elder." Ye Qiao recalled the feeling of her spiritual energy being overdrawn earlier, and with the attitude of asking questions when she didn't understand, she spoke up:

"Will a talisman cultivator get a nosebleed the first time they draw a talisman?"

"Yes," Manager Yu answered readily, glancing at Ming Xuan with his eyelids before adding, "Of course, there are a very few who won't."

Ye Qiao was the type who fainted on her first try. She touched the tip of her nose and humbly asked, "Who doesn't experience this?"

She still remembers the dizzy feeling she had at the time.

"Your second senior brother can't do that. He could draw talismans at seven years old and was sent to our sect at ten. The phenomenon of spiritual exhaustion doesn't exist for him." Steward Yu glanced at her meaningfully: "You can understand it as the talent of geniuses."

Second Senior Brother's talent in talismanic arts is indeed unparalleled. Ye Qiao lowered her eyes and said with grief and indignation, word by word, "I hate talent-stealing dogs the most in this life."

Finally, she added, "What I hate most is that I'm not a natural talent."

Steward Yu: "..."

You little brat, you don't treat me like an outsider at all!