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

The words are divided into two parts.

Ye Qiao, on the other side, had no desire to fight this Left Protector. As someone who had just broken through to the Nascent Soul stage, it would take too much time to fight such an old hand. But she had no choice now; the purpose of Ye Qiao's training trip was to integrate her cultivation levels.

She gritted her teeth, feeling that this was far too coincidental.

It's hard not to suspect Xie Chuxue's true colors.

Ye Qiaofei drew her immortal sword, calmed herself down, and smiled, "Long time no see."

"Have you decided how you want to die?" The Left Protector was happy to reminisce with her, even though they had only fought once. He believed that if Ye Qiao died at his hands, the Demon Lord would be very pleased.

Ye Qiao smiled: "I want to live."

She didn't waste words with him. The snow-white sword in her hand split into countless shadows. With a flick of her wrist, she brought up countless sword shadows. As the sword shadows swept past, Ye Qiao kept observing his movements, trying to catch his mistakes.

Ye Qiao clearly understood that to win against such a quasi-divine being, all she needed to do was seize upon one of his weaknesses.

Clearly, the opponent was a veteran, a Nascent Soul cultivator with hundreds of years of practical experience, who would not reveal any flaws.

On the contrary, Ye Qiao, who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage, was full of flaws in his eyes.

After a dozen or so moves, Ye Qiao, who was far too inexperienced in comparison, was sent flying by a single blow. The blade shattered her bones, and the bones inside her body pierced her stomach. She almost vomited up some fragments of her internal organs. Ye Qiao didn't utter a sound during this time. Although it was really painful, it was still within her tolerance range.

She silently swallowed the pill.

A man's voice suddenly echoed in my mind.

Ye Qiao was slightly taken aback.

Oh, it's Mu Li, whom she's been ignoring for so long.

The Demon Lord's voice was displeased: "As long as you defeat him, I think with your abilities, taking on two Nascent Soul cultivators one-on-one won't be a problem."

Ye Qiao was on the verge of collapse from his torment. She swallowed the pill and, upon hearing his sarcastic remarks, couldn't help but grit her teeth: "You really think highly of me."

Mu Li didn't take it seriously: "If you don't finish this quickly, they'll be in trouble."

The situation below isn't much easier than hers, with so many Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

How many people did the demons send here?

"I know." Ye Qiao was the leader of this team and had to make sure everyone was brought back. Mu Li's words made her stand up quickly and face the Left Protector's repeated attacks.

She neither dodged nor flinched.

The Clear Breeze Technique coalesced in her hand, and a snow-white sword light came into view. She met the sword head-on, and the sudden burst of spiritual energy blasted it away.

"The Changming Sect Sword Technique?"

Ye Qiao remained noncommittal.

The Qingfeng Technique consists of six sword forms.

There is one thing that the disciples of the sect can never match for the demon race: their inheritance consists of heavenly-grade cultivation techniques that have evolved from each generation.

After reaching the Nascent Soul stage, the Qingfeng Technique becomes a very difficult sword technique to deal with.

She needs an opportunity to fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator to fully understand and master this realm, and this Left Protector is a good training ground for her.

But even this would require being beaten many times. Thinking of Mu Li in her mind just now, Ye Qiao couldn't help but cry out twice:

"Little Love, Little Love."

"Please, Xiao Ai, I can't live without you," Ye Qiao cried out in her mind with heartfelt emotion. "Xiao Ai, my life can't be without you."

Mu Li: "..." He was absolutely annoyed by Ye Qiao.

The first Demon Lord sneered coldly: "...No matter how pitifully you cry, I won't pay any attention to you."

She broke off her relationship with him without hesitation, but when she realized she needed someone to guide her, she started frantically calling herself again.

Sometimes Mu Li admired her thick skin; didn't she feel embarrassed or ashamed at all?

He was certainly able to provide the corresponding guidance, and even this century-old Nascent Soul stage was full of flaws in his eyes.

"You lied to me." His voice was laced with malice. "You deceived me."

While struggling to defend against the Left Protector's attacks, Ye Qiao spoke to Mu Li: "No, I didn't ask the elders to eliminate you, did I? I just suppressed you. See this demon? We'll kill him, and then you can absorb his soul to nourish your own, right?"

She knew that it was common for demons to kill each other, and this demon lord didn't seem to care about the lives of his subordinates. He had been dead for so many years, so where did he get any morality?

"You're right." Mu Li was quickly convinced; he still needed Ye Qiao's help. A complete falling out would do neither of them any good.

Moreover, Ye Qiao is a person of principle, even though she can be really awful at times.

After several dozen moves, he could clearly feel Ye Qiao's rapid progress. At the beginning, he was suppressing Ye Qiao, but later he was starting to feel the pressure.

Who gave you this guidance?

He twisted his neck and sensed something was wrong.

During this guidance session, Ye Qiao paid close attention to Mu Li's words.

"I remember you and the Flying Immortal Sword worked well together?"

Ye Qiao gave a soft "hmm".

"Use the Flying Immortal Sword Technique."

With a gentle flick of the bright Flying Immortal Sword, Ye Qiao narrowed her eyes and caught the moment when her opponent made a mistake. Following Mu Li's instructions, countless sword shadows appeared, transforming into two sword techniques at once.

The Flying Immortal Sword and the Unseen Lord, two spiritual swords, stood together in the sky.

The snow-white sword light surged upwards with unstoppable momentum, unleashing astonishing explosive power. The moment the sword technique struck the Left Protector, his intense will to survive caused him to attempt to split his soul and escape.

Mu Li roared impatiently in his mind, "Use the invisible formation to lock him in, Ye Qiao!"

There are countless ways for a deity to escape, and he must eliminate this possibility.

She switched swords again, but Jun was nowhere to be seen. Ye Qiao lightly stepped into the air, sneered, and without hesitation struck the left protector squarely on the back of the head.

With a flick of his wrist, all five petals opened, and a massive magic circle aura emerged from it. One strike after another, the devastating power seemed to engulf him entirely. Accompanied by the Left Protector's panicked and shrill voice, in his madness, countless indiscriminate attacks bombarded her.

Ye Qiao simply abandoned the spirit sword and kicked him squarely in the face, slamming him to the ground with a sound that made his facial bones contort.

The state of man and sword as one, which a cultivator can usually only demonstrate once, was something Ye Qiao demonstrated in two ways at once.

The combined power of the sword and its master, representing two different spiritual sword attributes, caused him considerable impact and damage.

The Flying Immortal Sword pierced his chest; she effortlessly plunged it into his heart. The image of Mu Li in her mind was filled with ecstasy: "Give it to me! Give it to me!! Let me devour him!"

Ye Qiao could only wait for Mu Li to devour it before sheathing her sword and checking on her fellow disciples.

……

"Ye Qiao!"

"Wow—" Duan Hengdao almost cried. God knows how excited he was when he saw her.

"Stop howling like a banshee."

When she arrived, she naturally saw them surrounded by a group of Nascent Soul cultivators. However, compared to their miserable situation, her own condition seemed to be no better.

"Make way." Ye Qiao flung out the Shadow and Startling Swords one after the other, and the two spirit swords cleared a path with flashes of different colors.

A single sword strike startles the eye, a fleeting shadow is swept away.

The sword created a fierce hurricane wherever it went, clearing out a large area of ​​land.

Ye Qiao slightly bent her knees, the sword in her hand gleaming brightly. She appeared calm on the surface, but inwardly she was starting to panic. "Just a few Nascent Soul cultivators, and you haven't finished dealing with them yet?"

"More than half of it has been resolved."

She arrived before the remaining issues were resolved.

Duan Hengdao was taken aback by her nonchalant tone. He slightly raised his eyes and asked, "You're telling me 'how many' infancy stages in so many years?"

She acted as if all these multiple infancy periods were insignificant things.

Ye Qiao's voice was icy: "Is there a problem?"

Qin Huai noticed that something was wrong with her and rationally said, "Don't provoke her."

"I see." Song Hansheng cautiously retreated, clearly aware that Ye Qiao in this state might indiscriminately attack friendly forces.

I don't know what happened to her. She seemed to be in a particularly bad mood.

Nonsense, no one would be in a good mood after being beaten up.

Ye Qiao just wanted to lie on the ground, but that was clearly not an option right now. There were still a few Nascent Soul stage cultivators to deal with. She flattened the corners of her lips and said, "Come on, all of you. Please hurry up."

"Has she lost her mind?" Chu Ling narrowed her eyes.

So many different infancy periods.

"No way." Mu Chongxi shook his fist. "If you talk about my junior sister again, I'll beat you to death."

Chu Ling snorted coldly.

After observing her for a moment and seeing that she seemed to be alright, Xue Yu calmly stood up and said, "I already said, it will be easy to resolve once she arrives."

It's not just that Junior Sister has a unique ability to attract hatred; it also means that she defeated that quasi-God Transformation cultivator and has thoroughly grasped the God Transformation stage.

That group of useless people who weren't even at the quasi-Nascent Soul stage were all instantly killed in one move.

Perhaps not even one move will be needed. After all, Ye Qiao is already on the verge of going berserk.

At Ye Qiao's provocative hooking gesture, countless demonic cultivators instantly swarmed forward like madmen.

And the instant they attacked—

The pressure from the Nascent Soul stage cultivator spread out without any mercy. All the demonic cultivators who rushed forward were pressed down on their shoulders by an invisible force, and several sounds of them thumping to their knees rang out.

The first person who was pressed to the ground by the pressure seemed somewhat incredulous, twisting as he tried to stand up. Ye Qiao lowered his head and silently increased the spiritual pressure. The sound of bones cracking made him howl in pain and stop struggling, kneeling on the ground in a sorry state.

God!

This guy's a Nascent Soul cultivator! What's the point of them fighting then?

The pressure from the Quasi-God level spread out, and seeing this, they all stopped struggling.

In an instant, the scene was filled with a chorus of demonic cultivators kneeling on the ground.