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

All three of them at once?

Faced with such blatant provocation, the trio exchanged a knowing glance.

Fang Zhiyao raised his eyebrows slightly at her, a diamond-shaped magic artifact in his palm. Judging from the light, it was undoubtedly a genuine spiritual artifact.

Cheng Fengzong, this weapon cultivator, is described by everyone in one word: cunning.

He ranked second on the individual weapon crafting leaderboard, making him an exceptionally talented disciple even in the Chengfeng Sect, where weapon crafting is abundant.

Ye Qiao did not forget one thing: Chengfeng Sect not only has magic weapons, but also spiritual weapons.

Among the five sects, Chengfeng Sect has the most spiritual artifacts. However, relying solely on equipment is useless for competitions and training. This time, it is a war to seize spiritual veins. If Chengfeng Sect wants to occupy a larger spiritual vein, it will naturally not be stingy with its spiritual artifacts.

The rhombus-shaped magical artifacts scattered from Fang Zhiyao's fingertips, like several shattered mirrors, transforming into deadly weapons that swept towards her.

As Ye Qiao parried, she unleashed a sword technique, holding back to test the functionality of this magical artifact.

The next second, the rhombus-shaped magical artifact refracted a dazzling light, replicating Ye Qiao's figure, splitting it in two, and attacking her.

It can replicate a person's appearance? It can even replicate a certain move.

At the same time, Qin Huai's spirit sword was drawn from its sheath, and a pale green sword spirit materialized.

The spirit of the Qingfeng Sword appeared like an elusive gust of wind, suddenly appearing behind Ye Qiao, with several arcs of wind crashing down.

Ye Qiao hadn't expected Qin Huai's sword spirit to also take human form. She dodged it by pressing down and released Bujianjun.

In the duel between Blade & Soul, it all comes down to who can be the first to sheath their opponent.

Almost every spiritual sword in the cultivation world has a remarkable origin. One is a spiritual sword forged by the ancestor of the Chengfeng Sect, and the other is a legacy sword of the demon race. It is difficult to determine which is superior in a short period of time.

In a three-on-one situation, with the numerical advantage and the addition of a replicable magical artifact, Ye Qiao would have no chance of escape.

But in reality, the development far exceeded their expectations.

Without any fancy moves, Ye Qiao used only the fifth move of the Qingfeng Technique, a sword strike that swept straight towards them with a completely horizontal momentum. The three people present were hit by the huge impact, their magical artifacts shattered continuously, and the figures formed by their spiritual artifacts could not withstand the sword energy and were torn to shreds.

Qin Huai clearly realized that if she hadn't held back, all three of them would have been cut in half with that one strike.

He retreated, trying to dodge the power of the sword, but Ye Qiao suddenly grabbed him and threw him backward, slamming the young man firmly to the ground, causing the ground to crack inch by inch.

After flinging Qin Huai away, Ye Qiao flashed behind another person, gently patted his shoulder, and under Fang Zhiyao's bewildered gaze, delivered a spinning kick that sent him flying three meters away.

Even someone as quiet as Fang Zhiyao almost couldn't help but swear.

That fucking hurts!

"So fast."

Three Nascent Soul stage cultivators fought Ye Qiao, but this was no longer a contest where they merely touched each other; it was a one-sided crushing defeat on her part.

After easily taking down two people, Ye Qiao turned to the last one and said, "Come on, let's finish this quickly." No one can stop them from taking the largest spiritual vein.

Ji Yuan: "..."

The young man touched the sword at his waist. He appeared calm on the surface, but he was actually panicking.

"Ye Qiao. If you stop now," Ji Yuan said, a slight smile playing on his lips, trying to remain calm, "then we might be merciful and let you off the hook."

"No need." Ye Qiao looked at the sky, which had completely darkened, and gently beckoned with a smile. "I said, all three of you, come at me together. Don't waste time."

"It's alright," Ji Yuan quickly said. "We can let you off the hook again."

Ye Qiao: "..."

"I don't need it," she said impatiently.

"Why is she getting fiercer after coming back from that training trip?" Fang Zhiyao clutched her abdomen, seized the opportunity to throw a few more blades, signaling Ji Yuan to catch them. She could easily wield all kinds of swords and magical weapons, including the seventy-two sword techniques of the Chengfeng Sect.

Moreover, he had modified this magical artifact, and it contained a small mechanism inside.

Ji Yuan grasped the magical weapon, and his unpredictable and ever-changing swordsmanship was dazzling. Ye Qiao observed for a few seconds and realized that his speed was already very fast. At least if she were in the Nascent Soul stage, she would definitely not be able to react in time.

But in the eyes of a Nascent Soul cultivator, the speed was simply not fast enough. Ye Qiao always understood why that Nascent Soul cultivator liked to tease those of lower cultivation levels than himself; at a glance, the tricks were full of flaws.

She didn't dodge or flinch, and was about to throw Ji Yuan away as she had done before, when she suddenly caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar figure out of the corner of her eye.

"Wait." Ye Qiao grabbed the sword in his hand and whispered under Ji Yuan's puzzled gaze, "Someone's here."

As Ji Yuan effortlessly suppressed the sword with one hand, a storm raged within him. His face remained impassive as he asked, "Where is anyone?"

Ye Qiao quickly looked at the figure she had just scanned.

With a sudden twirl of her flying sword, Chu Ling swept it downwards, breaking everything in its path. Realizing she had been discovered, Chu Ling's eyes darkened slightly.

His concealment skills were among the best in Penglai, yet he was discovered by a Nascent Soul cultivator?

Now that she had been discovered, Chu Ling didn't bother to hide anymore. The girl, dressed in a light blue dress, was exceptionally slender and beautiful. She greeted them slowly and calmly, her expression aloof, "Welcome to Penglai Immortal Island."

She has seen most people look at her with amazement.

But they were immune to even Yun Que's face, so they couldn't muster any appreciation for a direct disciple of Penglai.

"Shameless! They actually spied on us!" Duan Hengdao strongly condemned.

Qin Huai's face darkened: "Shut up, don't embarrass yourself." So many people didn't notice one, yet Duan Hengdao was able to strike first; he's quite the genius.

Chu Ling was slightly taken aback by his self-righteous attitude, but fortunately, the girl controlled her expression well.

She lightly touched the ground, stood in front of them, and continued her introduction: "I am one of the personal disciples here, Chu Ling."

A direct transmission from Penglai?

This identity made the initially wary crowd relax slightly for a few seconds, but their gazes remained somewhat hostile.

After all, this woman had been secretly spying on them like a rat for who knows how long, and then suddenly claimed to be a disciple of Penglai, which made it impossible for them to have any goodwill towards her.

"A direct disciple of Penglai, what proof do you have?" Song Hansheng still looked at her with some wariness.

As Chu Ling retrieved the item to prove her identity, Xue Yu tugged at Ye Qiao's sleeve and whispered, "Didn't you notice she was peeking?"

Ye Qiao sheathed her sword and honestly replied, "Really not. Penglai's methods for concealing their auras are quite good." She only caught a glimpse of someone's figure for a moment when she fought with Ji Yuan, and then temporarily stopped the internal strife.

Their concealment techniques are somewhat similar to those of the Half-Moon Clan.

If you don't stand in front of someone on your own initiative, you won't even notice them.

This is also one of the advantages of magic; as long as it's not an absolute suppression of one's realm, one can perfectly hide oneself in dangerous places.

Chu Ling's miscalculation was that Ye Qiao was a whole realm higher than her.

Even after seeing the items she used to prove her identity, Song Hansheng remained unmoved, his attitude becoming increasingly aggressive: "Where's the other disciple? Didn't they say there were two in Penglai?"

It's safe to say that Song Hansheng has a personality that means he's definitely not socially awkward when he's out and about. No matter who the other person is, he'll immediately launch into a barrage of questions, completely treating himself like an outsider.

"My senior brother isn't here. He had to leave the island for some business. I'll take you to Penglai first. As for the spiritual veins, we'll go in after you're ready. The inner area is more dangerous than you imagine." Chu Ling wasn't angry at all; in fact, she felt a sense of novelty, as if 'this man is completely different from those flashy, cheap women outside.'

She waved to signal them to follow quickly, "As for the few disciples who have already gone in, don't worry. They will be trapped by the inner formation, and it will be difficult for them to get out without a knowledgeable talisman cultivator."

And most importantly, if something were to happen to them in Penglai, Penglai would have no way to explain it.

Even if Chu Ling didn't want to come, she had to keep an eye on them the whole time.

Zhou Xingyun and Si Miaoyan had already run into the inner perimeter to claim the spiritual veins, while Chu Ling stopped them on the spot.

The swaying green plants gradually calmed down after the arrival of this mentor, and walking on them slowly became as smooth as walking on flat ground.

That's amazing!

"Is there any opportunity in Penglai?"

"No." Chu Ling didn't even look up. "Even if there were great opportunities, we'd have already divided them up." The implication was clear: 'If there were any opportunities, how could outsiders like you possibly have a chance to get involved?'

"I think there are quite a few opportunities in Penglai." Mingxuan walked over and sensed that this disciple was rather resistant to them. He made a few casual remarks, "Our martial uncle came here before. He told us about it."

"Yes. Almost all the cultivators from your major sects have come here," she replied casually.

Alright, after hearing Chu Ling's lukewarm words, Ming Xuan finally realized that she didn't have a very good impression of them.

"The spiritual vein is in the inner perimeter. The outer perimeter is relatively safe, but the inner perimeter is fraught with danger. Whoever gets it first depends on their own abilities."

Chu Ling looked down on these spiritual veins. Their Penglai itself was a gathering place of spiritual energy, and all the spiritual veins originated from Penglai.

They have money.

Mingxuan sighed, "I can't even imagine how rich Penglai is."

Xue Yu: "I wouldn't dare either."

Ye Qiao: "Coward. I dare to think about it." But it's just a thought. They're not so defiant as to dare to wreak havoc on Penglai.

If Huo Huo does that, the bill for compensation will be handed to Qin Fanfan tomorrow.

Finally, they jointly concluded: "Changmingzong is a poor place."

Chu Ling, who happened to overhear this, was speechless.

Penglai has the most immortal herbs. As long as the alchemy level is high enough and their foundation is solid, the pills can also improve their cultivation and even help them easily break through bottlenecks.

Chu Ling knew the purpose of their trip, so she didn't give anyone a kind look throughout the entire trip. The only person who interested her was the disciple in the light blue dress.

Her subtle gaze could not escape the notice of alchemists who were naturally sensitive to spiritual sense.

Xue Yu noticed that Chu Ling's gaze kept drifting towards Song Hansheng's direction, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

Places like Penglai and the South China Sea are known for their mystery, and some even have a hostile attitude towards outsiders. Seeing the strange attitude of this Penglai disciple, Xue Yu suddenly had a flash of inspiration and nudged the person next to him: "Song Hansheng, I've noticed that she seems quite interested in you."

Song Hansheng: "?"

"Why don't you try to find out where there are many spiritual plants in Penglai?" Ye Qiao had also noticed, but she was naturally slow to understand these things. After Xue Yu's prompting, she suddenly realized and became exceptionally enthusiastic as she approached Song Hansheng, "We will provide you with manpower for alchemy free of charge."

It was clear from Chu Ling's lukewarm attitude that the disciple from Penglai disliked them intensely, but his attitude towards Song Hansheng was quite different.

"Don't bother me." Song Hansheng turned his head away.

Ye Qiao touched the tip of her nose after being rejected. "Okay."

"Does it have to be Song Hansheng? Can't Mingxuan do it?" Xue Yu pulled his unreliable second senior brother over, shoved him in the front, and sized up the two of them.

After her analysis, Mingxuan's face was still the most eye-catching; he was handsome and his smile was full of affection.

She's more likable than Song Hansheng's aloof demeanor.

"Hey, hey, hey, beauty is in the eye of the beholder," Mingxuan raised an eyebrow at Song Hansheng and smiled. "Maybe the direct disciple of Penglai Island just likes the arrogant type?"

Song Hansheng: "..."

"Ye Qiao, Xue Yu, Ming Xuan." He pursed his lips and suddenly called out to his fellow disciples who were walking ahead and bickering.

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