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

"Huh?" Ye Qiao jumped to the topic too quickly, causing Ming Xuan to be unable to keep up with her train of thought for a moment.

...To give up? How do you give up?

Seeing Mingxuan's bewildered expression, Ye Qiao gave him a mysterious smile and said, "You'll find out during the competition."

Mingxuan was slightly taken aback. Looking at her confident demeanor, he chuckled helplessly after a long while, "Alright."

"I'll take a nap first. We'll talk about it later."

He's been stuck at the peak of Foundation Establishment for so many years, it's definitely not something he can break through in a short time.

After comforting Mingxuan, Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and returned to her residence, where she picked up a large pot and began preparing the pills she would need for the competition.

Practice makes perfect. After reading so many incomplete books, although she is not a professional alchemist, she can at least be considered an amateur. She plans to practice making some spirit-replenishing pills.

At first, Ye Qiao failed a few times because it was her first time trying, but she gradually became more skilled and improved her control over the spiritual plants with her divine sense, as well as the number of pill imprints she could create.

Having successfully condensed nine pill seals on his first attempt, Ye Qiao wanted to see if he could condense more this time.

She swiftly formed a pill seal in her hand, golden patterns swirling around her. In a moment, she changed her hand gestures again, and then the tenth pill seal trembled and sprang out. Compared to the previous nine, it seemed much weaker. Ye Qiao felt a sharp pain in her divine sense for a moment, but she ignored it and calmly continued her actions. As time passed, the pill seal gradually solidified.

Ye Qiao gently exhaled and lifted the lid of the large pot.

Ten oddly shaped pills lay quietly in the pot, their color and appearance as unsightly as ever.

She didn't intend to sell them this time, but instead bottled them up for future use.

After the procedure was completed, the excessive consumption of her spiritual energy resulted in Ye Qiao's nose bleeding again. After wiping it clean, she fell into a daze and took a nap.

……

With the grand competition approaching, all five sects were busy training their personal disciples, and it was rare that no one came to disturb them. Apart from Zhou Xingyun, none of the four of them could escape the fate of attending classes.

"I heard that the new disciple of the Moon Purity Sect has broken through to the Golden Core stage," Duan Yu said casually.

Qin Fanfan stroked his beard, having also received the news at the same time, and sighed deeply: "Yes. That girl reached the Golden Core stage at sixteen; her talent surpasses even that of the other direct disciples."

I really don't know where Yunhen got the luck to bring back such a talented disciple from the mortal realm.

Duan Yu narrowed his eyes, neither confirming nor denying it.

After being relentlessly attacked for over a month, Elder Duan Yu finally let go of his two dearest disciples. He even gave them a day off the night before the competition, allowing them to play for a day before setting off for the competition in Fusheng City the next day.

Taking advantage of the rare holiday, Ye Qiao rushed down the mountain to retrieve the pistol she had asked her boss to make.

Its shape is very unique, and it must have some special material added inside, making it different from modern pistols.

Mu Chongxi was eager to try, but given his previous act of blowing up the sect leader with a bomb, Ye Qiao didn't dare let him play.

She explained to him, "This thing can hold talismans; it's similar to a hidden weapon."

The Tang Clan's method of continuously firing silver needles is somewhat similar to this. When the design drawings were first provided, the boss was always amazed by the ingenuity of the internal design of this hidden weapon.

Ye Qiao demonstrated it to him on the spot; the talisman stored inside was not only fast, but could also be launched several times in a row.

The talisman cultivators always have a gap when throwing talismans, allowing people to dodge, but Ye Qiao's hidden weapon fired several shots in quick succession, leaving those with slow reactions no time to dodge.

Mu Chongxi remained silent for a moment before speaking sincerely, "It's truly a waste of your time to be a sword cultivator."

It's a shame that someone with that brain isn't a tool repairman.

Ye Qiao shrugged. "This has nothing to do with me." She could only say that she had learned from the wisdom of her predecessors.

After testing the hidden weapon in his hand, Ye Qiao put it away in his storage bag. The other senior brothers in the main hall of the main peak had gathered together and were looking at something.

Even the senior disciple, who usually keeps to himself, showed up.

"What are you doing?" Ye Qiao naturally peeked out.

Xue Yu held a jade slip in his hand and waved it: "You've come at the perfect time."

"We're looking at gossip."

Gossip? Whose?

Xue Yu handed her the jade slip, indicating that she should read it herself.

Ye Qiao looked down and fiddled with the jade slip in her hand. The similarity between it and a mobile phone is that they can communicate and make calls. There is also a place similar to a modern forum inside, where you can see many comments from cultivators.

It's quite intelligent.

This kind of intelligent jade slip can only be bought by wealthy cultivators. Mu Chongxi was just thinking of teaching her how to use it, but he found that Ye Qiao nimbly tapped the screen and checked it with her fingertips, her skill was beyond compare.

Just kidding, after using her phone for so many years, if she didn't know how to use this, she could be working in the purple clay teapot business.

The forum posts were varied, but the most popular and discussed topic was the speculation about the Five Great Competitions.

Post 1:

[Bet placed! Who will win this year's grand prize?]

Post 2: [Hey, I have Ye Qinghan's underwear from the Sword Inquiry Sect. Anyone want it? I'll offer 100 high-grade spirit stones.]

Post 3: [I heard that the Changming Sect and the Yueqing Sect next door are going up against each other?]

Various gossips emerged one after another, and Ye Qiao's pupils dilated in shock, "Are Ye Qinghan's underwear really that valuable?"

Mingxuan stroked his chin. "It seems so."

"Then why don't we buy it?"

Xue Yu couldn't understand: "Why would we buy his underwear?"

"You just don't understand."

Ye Qiao argued confidently: "Not only can we sell underwear, but when the competition comes, we can also use Ye Qinghan's underwear to create mental pollution for Ye Qinghan and his enemies."

Killing three birds with one stone!

"..."

Mu Chongxi silently gave her a thumbs up.

Amazing! Junior sister really dares to dream big.

Zhou Xingyun originally did not intend to participate in their conversation, but even so, he was still taken aback by Ye Qiao's outrageous remarks.

He lowered his eyes and couldn't help but chuckle.

Now I finally understand why Mu Chongxi insisted on making Ye Qiao, someone with mediocre talent, the personal disciple, despite all the objections. Only someone with her personality could get along so well with her junior brothers.

The five of them gathered together in a very peaceful atmosphere. Tomorrow they would be setting off together to Fusheng City to join the other four sects. Except for Ye Qiao, no one felt sleepy. Ye Qiao yawned and simply lay down on the table to take a nap.

Mingxuan hadn't slept all night. When he saw her wake up with dark circles under her eyes, he stuffed a set of red clan robes into her arms.

"Come on, junior sister, hurry up and change, or we'll be too late to leave later."

"Change to what?" she asked, somewhat bewildered.

"Sect uniforms." Mingxuan was unusually talkative. "The entire cultivation world will be watching us during the Grand Competition, so we definitely need to get sect uniforms."

As soon as Ye Qiao opened her eyes, she saw her three senior brothers enthusiastically surrounding her. She leaned back strategically and asked sincerely:

"Is this your excuse for dressing like crawfish?"

"That's called handsome." Mu Chongxi happily pulled Ye Qiao along. "Believe me, compared to the gloomy colors of other sects, our sect uniforms will definitely stand out and dazzle them."

This time, Ye Qiao did not deny it.

The red color is eye-catching; it definitely stands out among a group of plain-colored robes.

"Senior Brother, are you going to change?" She held the clothes and looked at Zhou Xingyun, the only one among the five who hadn't changed into his sect robes.

"Senior Brother?" Mingxuan was taken aback, looking at Zhou Xingyun who was pretending to be asleep with some hesitation.

Which of them would dare to let Zhou Xingyun switch places with them?

Zhou Xingyun was usually gloomy and aloof, which made many disciples avoid him. Even Xue Yu, who had a good temper, didn't dare to approach him.

"Put it on." Ye Qiao had no respect for Zhou Xingyun; she even dared to directly trick Ye Qinghan.

She immediately waved her hand, "Senior Brother, wear them with us."

Zhou Xingyun was stopped there by Ye Qiao. Faced with his junior sister's eagerness, he calmly refused, "No, thank you."

"Senior Brother~" Mu Chongxi leaned closer, "Please treat us to something."

Mingxuan nodded in agreement: "You're the only one missing."

The four looked pitiful, but they were quite neat. Zhou Xingyun had a complicated expression and, having no other choice, could only take the clothes and change.

Red is a bold color that most people can't pull off, but the members of the Changming Sect are all quite good-looking, and the five of them standing there are a beautiful sight to behold.

Zhou Xingyun lowered his head and tugged at it, then uttered two words in a low voice: "Ugly."

There was a misaligned pattern on the robe, which made Zhou Xingyun, a perfectionist, want to draw his sword and cut the robe off.

Mu Chongxi immediately fawned, "It's alright, even the ugliest sect uniform can't hide Senior Brother's handsomeness."

Ye Qiao: "Add one."

Xue Yu: "Same as above."

Mingxuan: "1."

"..." Zhou Xingyun was almost amused by the synchronized speech of his junior brothers and sisters.

Fusheng City is the territory of the Wenjian Sect. The unwritten rule of the cultivation world competition is that whoever wins first place goes to whose territory to meet. A hundred years ago, the Wenjian Sect won first place.

Not only their direct disciples, but also Duan Yu, Elder Zhao, and Qin Fanfan accompanied them on the trip.

The five were summoned to the back mountain early in the morning. There were quite a few disciples who came to watch and join in the fun, all wanting to see the personal disciples' demeanor.

A large group of disciples were chattering amongst themselves, discussing who was more handsome. Ye Qiao even spotted some familiar faces among them.

It was Du Chun, whom she met on her first day joining the sect.

When he saw Ye Qiao looking over, he immediately waved to her warmly, "Ye Qiao, long time no see."

Ye Qiao yawned, trying to look more energetic, and replied, "Long time no see."

"How's it like being a mentor?" He rubbed his hands together, gossiping, "Is it great?"

Ye Qiao tilted her head: "It's alright. If I had to say, it would be better to be an outer disciple."

She genuinely believed this, because at least in the outer sect, no one would be watching her training all the time.

Now we are either being beaten or on our way to being beaten.

Other outer and inner disciples: "..." This is Versailles, isn't it? It's definitely Versailles!