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

They said it was a private conversation, and they didn't intend to hide it from Ye Qiao and the others. Their words immediately silenced Song Hansheng.

He admitted that he could be killed with a single blow.

But talisman cultivators are all weak and frail; how could they possibly be as resilient as sword cultivators?

Ye Qinghan could withstand three moves, but he might be knocked away or beaten half to death.

What makes Ye Qiao so impressive is that she took three moves without flinching, not when she was half-dead, but when she calmly withstood the sect leader's three moves.

The difference between the two is huge.

"Actually, it's not impossible for three against one, but the Changming Sect wants to seize the spiritual vein. If it really is three sects, it would be a waste of time to deal with you."

His words were so ruthless that Song Hansheng's lips curled into a slight smile. "Oh."

"That's truly remarkable, the Nascent Soul stage."

But, one against three?

Is it really possible for something this outrageous to exist?

It should be noted that even at his peak, Ye Qinghan could not achieve this level of skill.

Can the difference between the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and the peak of the Spirit Transformation stage be so great?

No one had ever encountered a quasi-god-level being; all the information about them existed only in the mouths of the family elders. Song Hansheng didn't doubt it, but he was still slightly taken aback.

"When you get to Penglai and encounter problems you can't solve, you'll know how wise my decision was." He urged Song Hansheng to go over. He was joking, what was there to hesitate about? Changming Sect had offered itself up, it was like a powerful force was blatantly dangling in front of him, so he might as well just grab it.

Song Hansheng could only suppress his reluctance and choose to believe his father's words. His voice choked, "I understand."

"I will inform them about the cooperation when I get back."

He had already rejected the Changming Sect, and even informed the other two sects, but then went back on his word at the last minute. Song Hansheng, of course, had no sense of guilt. Under the influence of his father's belief that "the Changming Sect is awesome," he abandoned his two previously agreed allies without a second thought and chose the Changming Sect instead.

Song Hansheng is a very obedient person who prioritizes his own interests above all else.

Everyone must yield to the interests of the sect and family.

"It was a pleasure to cooperate with you on the trip to Penglai." His brows relaxed slightly, and his attitude suddenly improved. Who would refuse a good ally, especially when that ally was Ye Qiao, the Ye Qiao whom Song Hansheng had tried to poach back then?

"It's a pleasure working with you."

……

They would return to their sects to rest for about three months. During these three months, the outside world was still buzzing with discussions about which sects were cooperating. However, this also showed that the path of cultivation was truly leisurely. Discussing these internal affairs of major sects had become their only form of entertainment.

At that time, Ye Qiao and the others had already been training in the back mountain for three months.

The reason was that they had only stayed in the Dragon Clan for less than a month and hadn't learned anything. They asked Mu Chongxi and the others to stay in the Dragon Clan to learn physical skills, but the group of them didn't learn anything and started extra training.

The focus of this extra training was Mu Chongxi, who had obtained the Dragon Clan's inheritance. Chu Xingzhi also came along to audit the classes, since they didn't have any Dragon Clan members to teach them. He took advantage of Mu Chongxi's training to observe as well.

The elders of the Sword Inquiry Sect, relying on their thick skin, managed to force Chu Xingzhi into the Changming Sect's ranks.

The four dragons present were all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, with little difference in their cultivation levels. In fact, some of them were even a level higher than some of their direct disciples, making training them a piece of cake.

A group of people sat in a row watching them train.

"Ye Qiao, go up and give it a try." Duan Yu nodded, gesturing for her to go.

This will allow those disciples who are unclear about the differences between realms to see exactly where the gap lies between the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and the Divine Transformation stage.

Ye Qiao, who was called out, had no choice but to stand up. She had some idea of ​​the strength of a quasi-Nascent Soul cultivator. She had dealt with the Demon Lord's Left Protector once, and at that time the other party was just toying with her. Otherwise, he could have easily tormented her and Meng Liu.

Everyone sat up slightly, staring intently without blinking.

They were also curious about the difference between the Nascent Soul stage and the Deity Transformation stage.

Ao Li was at the peak of the Nascent Soul realm. The dragon race was generally stronger than the human race, so when he suddenly charged forward, everyone stared intently.

Dragons don't have any special fighting techniques; they just headbutt someone.

They had witnessed it before; the amplified gravity could smash through a rockery with a single punch. Now, they were going to head-on into it...

How will Ye Qiao cope with this kind of all-around, overwhelming power?

Ye Qiao's lips twitched as everyone stared at him. It really was the same attack method that never changed. At the Nascent Soul stage, both the five senses and the divine sense had undergone a qualitative leap. He didn't even need to activate the precognitive inheritance; the naked eye could capture the trajectory of his attack.

With a powerful headbutt from him, Ye Qiao took a light step back, creating some distance.

His first attack missed, so he threw another punch at her.

The wind howled past his ears, almost like an explosion. If it had actually hit him, not only would his bones have broken, but he might have died on the spot. Seeing that Ye Qiao only dodged twice, Mu Chongxi curled his lips and asked, "What is Ye Qiao doing?"

They've been dragging their feet for half an hour, and there's still no sign of a fight starting.

Mingxuan rested his chin on his hand. "This is just a joke, isn't it?"

Seeing that the young prince was about to explode, if she didn't handle the situation well and he seized the opportunity to punch her, she would definitely be crippled.

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would be in serious trouble if hit by a single punch.

Ye Qiao's dodging skills were maxed out. Under their increasingly impatient gazes, she acted swiftly and decisively, extending a finger to precisely press on the middle of his forehead. Under the suppression of her cultivation level, he was completely unable to move, and the little prince was so angry that he kept rushing and pouncing around.

"Awoo~" Zhou Xingyun slowly imitated the little prince's interjection.

I must say, paired with Ao Li's puffed-up appearance, the visual impact of the dragon's roar is quite strong.

The only thing that surprised them was that the duel between the two was not the fierce battle they had imagined.

Just one move.

With just one move, she pinned the young prince to the spot. This was incredibly humiliating. Ao Li was so enraged that he kept trying to attack her.

The surge of spiritual energy and the increasingly fierce fighting spirit of the young prince made Ye Qiao's situation somewhat difficult. If she loosened her grip, his fist would definitely land on her face in the next second. She stared at him for a few seconds, and then, the pressure of the Nascent Soul stage silently spread out and suddenly pressed down on his shoulder.

A heavy sense of oppression was transmitted throughout the scene, making everyone's senses exceptionally sensitive and clear.

Those in the Nascent Soul stage could all sense that uncomfortable spiritual pressure.

This was the first time Ye Qiao had used her intimidating aura to suppress someone, and the effect was exceptionally significant. Ao Li, who had initially attempted to attack, instantly calmed down.

His father had said that one should not make enemies of the strong.

But I'm still so angry!!!

He was so angry he almost turned into a cartoon meme. What could be more humiliating than having a finger pressed down there? Nothing!

"Holy crap!" Mu Chongxi exclaimed in awe. "So cool! The aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

After realizing he was no match for Ye Qiao, the young prince suddenly changed his target and rushed towards Mu Chongxi, who was watching the show from the sidelines.

He was hit in the stomach by the young prince's head and sent flying.

Hmm.

Zhou Xingyun tried to pull him back, but failed and could only watch him fly away. He rubbed his forehead, let out a soft "yes," and looked at Mu Chongxi: "Are you alright?"

Chuang Fei suddenly knocked Mu Chongxi down into the rubble, clutching his stomach and questioning his existence: "Is his head made of a weight?"

The dragon race's physical skills are no joke. Luckily, he has thick skin and flesh, otherwise his bones would definitely have broken.

"How was it?" Duan Yu watched their battle unfold, most satisfied with Ye Qiao's performance, while Mu Chongxi...

Well, at least the way he was thrown into the air was quite a sight to behold.

Mingxuan touched his arm, pointed to the next second, and said, "Elder, our training isn't going to involve being constantly knocked away by him, is it?" It shouldn't be that abstract.

"No, that's not it. What we just did was give you a basic understanding of the power of the dragon race." Duan Yu gestured for one of the dragon men to explain what the training was about.

The dragon man stepped forward, first giving Ye Qiao a friendly smile, then solemnly informing them: "Our dragon clan's physical techniques are very simple. Our attack methods involve no magic or sword techniques, only pure power attacks."

"For us, nothing in the world is unbreakable."

This is undoubtedly monotonous, but it has one advantage that allows them to hold their own.

"Use their strength against them."

"You may try attacking me." He gestured for one of his close disciples to step forward.

Mingxuan, with the idea that the sooner he dies, the sooner he can be reborn, was the first to step forward. He looked at the man suspiciously, tore open a talisman, condensed a water ball, and threw it at him. The next second, his water ball was kicked back by the man with a spinning kick.

In an instant, the water ball, which had been floating lightly, bounced back in front of him with dozens of times the force.

"Holy crap." He dodged to the side, the water ball grazing past him as it slid down. Mingxuan stared dumbfounded at the barrier that had been pierced through.

"He's got something."

No wonder they wanted them to undergo trials with the Dragon Clan.

Ye Qiao was eager to try. On her second attempt, she gathered lightning in her hand and struck the little prince. The lightning bounced back again, but she easily dodged it. She then imitated the dragon man's movements from before, bending down and suddenly kicking back. A ball of pale purple electricity struck the little prince precisely.

The two fought back and forth, finally ending with the lightning bolt shattering the opponent's power.

She was the first person to do the same thing after watching it.

Clearly, the dragons only practiced this once; it's a technique that the dragons don't pass on to outsiders.

They could theoretically benefit from Ye Qiao's influence. The ancient dragon clan kept their word, saying that if they offered enough loyalty, they would not go back on their word.

With Ye Qiao leading the way, and given their considerable talent, they were able to adapt and begin imitating after watching a few times. Their astonishing learning speed rendered the dragons' role limited to verbal instruction, a so-called useless form of teaching.

Mu Chongxi was the most successful. He took the Dragon Clan's inheritance and, with his thick skin and flesh, seemed to feel no pain when the water and fireballs touched him. He kicked them accurately every time.

Ye Qiao could feel the stinging pain when she kicked the first one, but she could still bear it.

For three consecutive months, various clusters of spiritual energy drifted through the Changming Sect.

Every time a cluster of spiritual energy landed, they would kick it into a huge crater, and then they would have to fill the crater with great difficulty. The life they had in the sect was more than just miserable.

They experienced firsthand how, during their training, they longed to return to their sect, but after three months back, they couldn't wait to leave.

"No, Elder. This really hurts!" When she was struck by lightning again, Mu Chongxi almost broke into a breakdance on the spot.

Duan Yu admired their training, "It's alright, you'll get used to it. I think you've adapted very well in these three months."

Indeed, it was quite impressive. After Mu Chongxi was knocked away by Ao Li's headbutt, he completely clashed with him.

He practiced with Ao Li, and the rest were two against two. It's worth mentioning that Xue Yu, a pill refiner, was also forced to join the battle.

At first, Xue Yu was just watching the show, but somehow he was targeted by the elusive Xie Chuxue.

"Xue Yu." Xie Chuxue suddenly appeared behind him, placed her hand on his shoulder, and smiled slightly. "You seem very happy?"

Xue Yu's smile froze for a moment, his face filled with sorrow. "No, I just saw how hard they were working. I wanted to offer them some encouragement."

"Then you should go down and keep them company." Xie Chuxue expressed her understanding and reached out to pull him inside.

"..." Xue Yu: "Why should I join in?" In the past, even the dogs wouldn't play with him during training, so there's no reason for him to get beaten up along with them this time.

He gradually realized that Xie Chuxue was not joking, because Xie Chuxue was really capable of doing something as outrageous as letting a Dan cultivator join the training.

"Only you and Ye Qiao are busy in Penglai. How can you rescue your fellow disciples without good physical strength?" He said in a light voice, "Hurry up, get moving."

Before he could even argue, Xie Chuxue kicked him into the battlefield.

Forced to join, Xue Yu only wanted to live with a smile. He used his movement skills to haphazardly dodge the spheres flying around with various spiritual root attributes, feeling that the situation on the battlefield back then was not as chaotic as it was now.

"Watch this, Flying Pounce!"

After Mu Chongxi was ready, he suddenly pounced on the young prince, trying to make him understand who was in charge of the cultivation world.

When the young prince saw his ferocious face and saw him lunging at him with bared teeth and claws, he was startled and instinctively kicked him in the abdomen, knocking him into the artificial hill so hard that he couldn't be pulled out.

Mu Chongxi was naturally unconvinced. He angrily lunged forward again, but this time his flying lunge directly collided with Ao Li's fist in the face, and he was sent flying once more.

He lay on the ground, pounded the earth, and declared his revenge had failed.

Xie Chuxue, who witnessed this scene, was speechless.

The young prince looked bewildered, then suddenly exclaimed as if he'd learned a new trick, "Your great sects are truly amazing! You can actually use your face to attack my fist! So that's a valid attack method?"

Ye Qiao: "..."

Zhou Xingyun: "..."

The eldest brother tilted his head and whispered to Ye Qiao, "Never follow his example in the future."

"Wait a minute." Xue Yu was the first to react: "Don't try to copy this!!" This kind of crazy fighting style is not to be learned.

He launched a perfect flying tackle, only to be mercilessly kicked away, leaving Mu Chongxi speechless.

"Hahaha. Flying pounce, huh? Why don't you call this move 'Fierce Boar Assault'?" Mingxuan was stunned for a few seconds when he saw him being knocked away. He even forgot to dodge the flying ball. He grinned and pointed at Mu Chongxi without any politeness, mocking him.

Mu Chongxi, whose head was stuck inside the artificial rockery, turned his head away and hummed.

Ye Qiao, however, believed that sometimes one should not be stubborn. The dragon race was all about strength, and even if all of them were combined, they might not be enough to defeat them.

She could gain an advantage by suppressing her cultivation level, while the senior brother was too agile to even touch her.

Mu Chongxi's cultivation level is not as high as Ye Qiao's, and his speed cannot match that of his senior brother. He is only uniquely talented in swordsmanship. Although he has a better chance of winning against Ye Qiao and the others in terms of strength, the person in front of him is the crown prince of the Dragon Clan.

I really can't beat them.

I was taught a lesson on the spot several times.

Xie Chuxue lightly stepped onto the artificial hill, bent down to admire it for two seconds, her eyes crinkled, and she chuckled twice, digging out Mu Chongxi, whose head was stuck inside the artificial hill.

"Training, training, let's continue."

I can't accept it.

In terms of sheer strength, would they dare to go against the dragons? That's impossible.

Ye Qiao was still watching Mu Chongxi's performance when suddenly a fireball struck her in the abdomen. The burning sensation spread, and she quickly used a water-controlling talisman to extinguish it. "The hope of the national football team, Third Senior Brother."

It would have been better if they hadn't shot at her.

Ye Qiao didn't stay idle any longer. She pinched a talisman with her fingertips, drew out lightning, and shot a ball of lightning toward him. A pale purple light ball refracted rapidly and came down.

If they hit the target with this thing, they're considered awesome; if they miss, it's an accident. It's easy to accidentally injure other disciples, which is why the back mountain has been cleared out during the day for three months.

Fireballs were fine during training, but windballs were the real problem. How was Senior Brother's ball supposed to cut her hair?!

The wind is invisible, yet it seems to envelop everything from all directions, making it completely airtight.

Wind-type attacks are difficult to deal with and impossible to break. If someone dares to touch it with their leg, their leg will break in the next second.

It cannot be kicked away, nor cut off. It is everywhere.

Unable to touch the sword, Ye Qiao used her fist to create a gust of wind, changing the direction of the whirlwind in an effort to protect her precious hair.

Mingxuan exclaimed in amazement that such a thing was possible, and began to imitate it in a very serious manner. Although they lacked physical strength, they could use talismans to launch a counterattack.

Xue Yu could only be chased the whole time.

The scene was chaotic, extremely chaotic.

However, whether it was fire, wind, or lightning, after three months of training, when they left the back mountain together, their clothes were all tattered and torn.

After one night of training, the entire group turned into a beggar gang.

Qin Fanfan, who came to observe, coughed twice, unable to bear watching: "Wear your sect uniform next time you train."

At least the clan's clothing is impervious to water and fire, and it wouldn't easily be tormented into this terrible state.

Today is the last day of training, and we will set off tomorrow. Xie Chuxue was originally going to say a few more words, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she found that everyone had already found a place to lie down and sleep after the training ended.

Zhou Xingyun climbed up a tree and fell asleep, while Ye Qiao and Mu Chongxi snuggled together like two cats.

The remaining Mingxuan and Xueyu simply curled up in the crater created by the impact and fell asleep.

Xie Chuxue gradually fell silent and waved her hand to quiet Qin Fanfan.

"Truly, youth knows no sorrow." Xie Chuxue clicked her tongue softly twice. "She can fall asleep so easily."

He didn't even have time to say what he wanted to say. After discussing it briefly with Qin Fanfan, he whispered, "Let's take them back."

Sleeping here isn't a good idea, and it's really tiring. Qin Fanfan shook Mu Chongxi, and seeing the two of them leaning together, she felt a bit uncomfortable. She roughly pulled him away and made room for Ye Qiao.

After realizing she couldn't wake Mu Chongxi, Qin Fanfan grabbed Mu Chongxi with one hand in her left and Xue Yu with the other, and dragged Zhou Xingyun along as well.

Xie Chuxue bent down and carried Ye Qiao on her back, then dragged Ming Xuan back to their courtyard as well.

After bringing everyone back, Xie Chuxue felt that they seemed to have forgotten something.

Oh, after these personal training sessions, they forgot to fill in the pit on the back mountain.

I hope all the inner disciples who trained tonight are alright.

Xie Chuxue sincerely prayed for them.

As night fell, the disciples who were training at night gradually set out. The training grounds during the day and afternoon were occupied by the personal disciples, so they could only travel at night. As a result, a group of disciples walked a few steps together, turned around, and found that their fellow disciples behind them were gone.

This is undoubtedly a ghost story late at night.

Just as they were feeling a chill run down their spines, thinking it was a ghost, they looked down and found that the other person had fallen into the pit.

He instinctively tried to pull it out, but after taking only two steps to the left, he fell into the pit with a thud.

One after another, they fell into the pit, and hundreds of inner disciples disappeared before their very eyes.

You fell in, he fell in, and in no time, the back mountain tonight was filled with countless pits, all inhabited by innocent inner disciples who had fallen in.

Someone shouted, "Who the hell is it, staying up all night to dig traps and harm us?!"