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

Ye Qiao!!

"They've really hidden it well!" This was their shared thought that flashed through their minds.

"If not the Sword Inquiry Sect, then who is it from your sect?" The Demon Lord savored their changing expressions, already having chosen his target. He coolly curled his lips, "The Return of Ten Thousand Swords?"

Anyone in the cultivation world with a bit of knowledge could recognize it as the Nascent Soul Sword Technique of the Sword Inquiry Sect.

It's not surprising that the first one was the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. Doesn't the Sword Inquiry Sect have Ye Qinghan, a natural sword bone talent that only appears once every hundred years?

The second one, however, requires further investigation.

"Ye Qiao? Or Qin Huai?"

No matter how turbulent their hearts were, their faces remained calm. Qin Fanfan quickly chimed in, "Guess?" He wasn't worried about being seen through. In fact, since Ye Qiao dared to unleash the Myriad Swords Return to Origin technique, she should have known what would happen if she were exposed.

Given the overwhelming scale of the "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" incident, coupled with Ye Qiao's unique sword aura, anyone with a brain could guess that she was behind it.

The Demon Lord coldly replied, "It's alright, I'll kill her next."

Sooner or later, I'll crush these annoying cronies.

Qin Fanfan chuckled slightly, not paying much attention to the Demon Lord's words. That little brat had already shown off enough, and she couldn't possibly be unaware of what he would face next.

Yunhen frowned. "Was that something she swung?"

Yunhen had considered bringing her back to Yueqing Sect a long time ago.

The moment he learned of her talent, he was certain that no one in the Five Sects had a higher talent than her.

Unlike talisman cultivators, sword cultivators can rely on their strong will and even their spiritual roots are not important, as long as they have a high enough understanding of the way of the sword.

The path of talisman cultivation only requires geniuses.

Ye Qiao was the most talented person he had ever seen.

However, this sword technique completely suppressed his prejudice. Ye Qiao proved to them that she was meant to be a sword cultivator from beginning to end.

"Our Xiao Qiao is an open and honest sword cultivator." Xie Chuxue smiled, preferring the sword cultivator profession to the talisman cultivator.

Sword cultivators are generally known for their resilience and integrity, while talisman cultivators tend to have a touch of wickedness and arrogance.

When Xie Chuxue was young, he liked to carry some strange talismans and secretly stick them on the backs of people he didn't like.

In terms of temperament, Ye Qiao is much better than him.

Although they're all shameless, Xiao Qiao's shamelessness has its limits.

……

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin.

The second "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" technique.

The ferocity of Ye Qinghan's sword strike was so terrifying that the sword cultivators who were touched by the blade held their breath.

The silent sword energy was like a taut wire around their necks, ready to sever their heads in an instant.

In comparison, Ye Qiao's sword energy was much more comfortable, almost like two different extremes.

Ye Qiao is too carefree and talks too much nonsense. He doesn't give the impression of someone who can unleash such sword energy.

Yue Qing'an pursed her lips. "Why is she like this?"

It didn't have the slightest hint of fierceness.

"Don't you think her sword aura is amazing?" Chu Ling organized her thoughts. "It's the kind of aura that gives rise to hope in adversity."

Especially when one is physically and mentally exhausted and covered in wounds, the sword wind sweeps by, and withered trees come back to life.

Compared to Ye Qinghan's coldness and domineering nature, she was like a vibrant hope.

Yue Qing'an gave a slight hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

Witnessing two Nascent Soul Sword Techniques firsthand undoubtedly left a trauma on the young minds of those direct descendants.

The oldest of these direct descendants were only eighteen or nineteen years old, an age when they considered themselves extraordinary.

Everyone thought they were a sword genius, until they were completely overwhelmed by these two disciples surnamed Ye, leaving them with no sense of presence. They were deeply discouraged.

Some sword cultivators were already going crazy: "What do those two take this sword technique for?!"

One or two people demonstrated the Quasi-Divine Sword Technique to them, and they wielded it so easily, right?

That's one of the famous sword techniques of the Sword Inquiry Sect. Don't the disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect have any complaints?

"At least compared to domain control, Ye Qiao's 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin' technique is acceptable, right?"

The sheer size of this domain, rising out of nowhere and brimming with hidden danger, sent chills down their spines. If Ye Qiao lost control, who knew if this cursed domain might annihilate them?

"How long until your domain ends?" Ye Qinghan knew that once her domain ended, it would be a fatal blow.

Ye Qiao pondered, "It will probably be after the blue phase ends."

The blue form lasts the longest, and it's really not something that can be resolved in a short time.

Using the "Myriad Swords Return to Origin" technique, Ye Qiao swiftly dealt with the demonic beasts outside the domain. She then knelt and jumped down from the vines, glancing at the trembling demons: "Who should we attack next?"

"That right protector." Ye Qinghan had been annoyed by his arrogance for a long time.

Ye Qiao pondered for a moment, then handed the Frost Sword to Ye Qinghan.

Both being ice-attribute swords, the Frost Sword proved remarkably effective in Ye Qinghan's hands.

With the spirit sword in hand, he whispered his thanks. Raising his eyes, he slashed the sword across his palm, splitting the dangerous sword energy into several strands. The aggressive fighting style made the Right Protector suffer greatly. He was a talisman cultivator and not good at close combat. Not long ago, he was beaten up by Ye Qiao in the tower and almost strangled to death by that elusive brat.

Caught off guard by Ye Qinghan, who had just reached the Nascent Soul stage and was brimming with spiritual energy and murderous intent, he was completely overwhelmed and forced to retreat.

He dared not relax for a moment, for if Ye Qinghan found his weakness, his only fate would be death.

Ye Qiao gestured for the little girl in blue who was floating behind her to come and help.

Han Shuang and Ye Qinghan worked together, unleashing three consecutive sword shadows. The dignified Nascent Soul stage cultivator was forced to the point of almost losing his footing by the combined efforts of one person and one sword spirit.

The Right Protector was so bothered by the two that he couldn't get away. He glanced at Yun Que, who was screaming incessantly, and was so annoyed that he hurriedly gave the order: "Protect her." Yun Que can't die yet; she still has a use.

Ye Qiao raised an eyebrow.

She thought he was going to abandon Yun Que and run away.

After all, once the fourth color in her domain is used up, no one can escape.

The Right Protector was entangled by Ye Qinghan, while Ye Qiao's gaze kept wandering over Yun Que, wondering how she could catch her without anyone noticing.

Just as she was deep in thought, the sword spirit floated out of the sword. The girl's purple skirt fluttered slightly, her posture graceful and stunning. She smiled and greeted her warmly, "Qiaoqiao."

Ye Qiao looked over.

The elegant and beautiful woman blinked. "I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time."

She is the only spirit sword whose spiritual root is compatible with Ye Qiao's.

The two are the perfect match, a point that neither Flying Immortal Sword nor Never See You can refute.

Jinghong had specifically observed that, setting aside the other sword spirits, the easiest to deal with was the Frost Sword.

That little girl is a complete airhead. At present, Jinghong feels that her status among these sword spirits, full of all sorts of flashy and slutty characters, is absolutely transcendent.

The power of the Jinghong Sword is absolutely unique.

This sword spirit can maximize the advantages of a Heavenly Grade spiritual root. If someone's spiritual root is one grade lower than hers, it will be very difficult for them to withstand a sword strike from Ye Qiao at the same cultivation level.

Ye Qiao returned a smile: "Me too."

Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to such lengths to temper the Jinghong Sword.

The moment I grasped the Jinghong Sword, the feeling of unity between my soul and spirit was something I had never experienced before.

Now was not the time to speak. Jinghong Sword understood her meaning in the blink of an eye.

The deep purple sword spirit seamlessly merged back into the sword, transforming into a phantom. Ye Qiao flicked her wrist, creating a cage of lightning, and swung it down.

The Right Protector sensed the intense killing intent, his heart skipped a beat, and his actions were a step faster than his thoughts, allowing him to dodge in advance.

However, Ye Qiao's target was never him.

Compared to this right protector, her attention was entirely on Yun Que. She had killed Yun Que once before, but that time she only managed to destroy half of Yun Que's soul.

They were even warned by the heavenly tribulation lightning.

With Ye Qinghan present, I don't know if I can kill her.

Sword energy coiled into a purple cage, which was lightly flicked and landed on Yun Que's head. Yun Que, whose cultivation was barely at the Golden Core stage, was hiding among the demons and did not notice anything amiss while facing the battle of three Nascent Soul cultivators.

By the time Ye Qiao's sword energy swept past, it was too late for her to dodge.

The cage formed from sword energy caught her squarely. Ye Qiao hooked her wrist and brought Yun Que in front of her. Facing the cage surrounded by purple electric currents, which was extremely dangerous, Yun Que's face paled slightly.

At this moment, she was just flustered, but not really scared.

When she fell into Xie Chuxue's hands, the man simply locked her up.

Yun Que was certain that they couldn't kill him.

A group of ordinary people would be struck by lightning if they killed him. It was only when he was in the Demon Clan that Yun Que learned of his unique identity.

A woman of destiny.

This status is no less than a get-out-of-jail-free card.

When Yun Que first learned of this news, she trembled with excitement; she could already imagine Yue Qingzong's regretful expression.

Despite her excitement, Yun Que never truly grasped the reality of this identity. It was only after the Changming Sect captured her and simply imprisoned her that Yun Que realized they dared not touch her.

"Ye Qinghan." Ye Qiao waved the cage woven from lightning in her hand. "Why don't you try to stab her?"

If Ye Qiao were to poke her, it would most likely fail.

This is also why Yunque is so fearless.

"It's no use me going." Ye Qinghan frowned. "Back then, Song Hansheng used your crossbow, and several of his arrows missed their mark."

She really didn't know that was the case. Ye Qiao clicked her tongue, "When did Song Hansheng become so incompetent?"

Mu Chongxi: "This isn't about whether he's good or bad. Don't you think it's strange that a Nascent Soul cultivator can miss several arrows from a Golden Core cultivator? Song Hansheng's aim is pretty good."

Even someone as simple-minded as Mu Chongxi realized that ordinary people were not worthy of killing Yun Que.

"I think..." Zhou Xingyun said slowly, "Ye Qinghan could give it a try."

"After all, you two are a match made in heaven."

The chosen one, the chosen one; they were born to be a couple.

Ye Qinghan coldly said, "That's disgusting, shut up."

Zhou Xingyun chuckled, his sarcasm growing stronger.

Ye Qinghan stared coldly at Zhou Xingyun, not understanding what was wrong with him.

Watching them discuss how to kill her as if no one else was around, Yun Que was filled with resentment.

"What were you thinking? We found her, but we don't know how this has become so troublesome." Yue Qing'an thought for a moment, "Did your martial uncle leave any instructions? Did he say how to kill her?"

Yue Qing'an was quite interested in the mysterious martial uncle of the Changming Sect.

Ye Qiao shrugged. "No."

Mu Chongxi pouted: "Our martial uncle never speaks human language."

Moreover, Xie Chuxue still can't figure out who instructed Yun Que to do all these things.

They could only guess that the person's purpose might be the same as theirs as that of the demons.

"That person must also be after spiritual artifacts, wanting to open the Heavenly Gate and ascend to immortality." Zhu You narrowed her eyes.

That's good, at least it's not the end of the world. Otherwise, their protégés would be in for a lot of trouble later.

Ascension...

This term is still quite distant for them right now. But when it comes to the topic of ascension, isn't there a perfect example right beside Ye Qiao?

"Xiao Ai," Ye Qiao thought silently, trying to get some information out of him: "Why did you fail to ascend?"

He was, after all, the founding ancestor of the demon race.

He was also the first person in the cultivation world to ascend to immortality. Whether he was a demonic cultivator or a legitimate cultivator, Mu Li's strength was obvious.

Logically speaking, there was no reason for him to fail.

"Heh." Mu Li gave a short, cold laugh. "Want to know?"

"Uh-huh."

Despite Ye Qiao's expectant tone, Mu Li remained cold and indifferent: "I won't tell you."

Ye Qiao: "You'll lose me if you do this."

Mu Li felt a chill run down her spine.

Then, no matter how Ye Qiao tried to probe, he began to remain tactically silent.

Fine.

At least from his brief, cold laugh, Ye Qiao could hear his resentment towards the Heavenly Dao.

"I'm thinking..." Zhu You asked softly, "Do you think the person behind Yun Que might be someone from one of our sects?"

Ye Qiao snapped out of her pointless conversation with Mu Li. "For example?"

Xia Qing pondered, "We can start with the higher-ups."

The sects are safe for now. Perhaps some demonic cultivators have infiltrated, but it doesn't matter; as long as their numbers aren't too large, they can handle it. They need to return to their respective sects to check if there are any spies or undercover agents.

Next, they need to investigate the whereabouts of the young prince.

Thinking about it this way, there are quite a few things to consider.

The number of elders varies from sect to sect. Some sects have as many as twelve elders across twelve peaks. For example, in Ye Qiao's sect, there are many elders that Ye Qiao has never even met.

"Don't you think they're too well-informed?" Even as direct disciples, they weren't qualified to interfere in the elders' meetings.

They always waited until the group had made a collective decision before informing their direct disciples afterwards.

This makes one wonder about those high-ranking elders.

Seeing his trusted disciples turning into detectives and making wild guesses, Yue Qing'an raised an eyebrow, somewhat speechless.

"Speaking of which, back then—" He covered his mouth, circling around Yun Que, pondering, "you did indeed destroy half of her soul."

With only half, the last half of their divine soul remaining, they will be able to completely kill Yun Que.

Yue Qing'an was a non-combatant; he stayed hidden among the Ye family members the whole time, observing and discovering that this woman of destiny possessed quite a few valuable items.

It's better to kill them sooner rather than later, to prevent things from getting complicated.

Unconsciously influenced by the sword cultivators' simple and brutal approach, Yue Qing'an nodded, "Who among you will try to kill him?"

The Right Protector is not a threat; the real threat is Cloud Magpie.

"Ye Qiao. You can't kill me." Yun Que looked at them with pity. "Haven't you realized that yet?"

Judging from her own experience, Yun Que felt that Ye Qiao must hate her the most. Seeing Ye Qiao and the others' helpless state, she felt a sense of triumph.

Upon catching a glimpse of Yun Que's smug gaze, Ye Qinghan coldly pursed his lips, contemplating stabbing her with his sword without regard for the consequences.

"Where's KFC?"

Ye Qiao felt that Ye Qinghan was about to be driven mad. This arrogant male protagonist was bound to hold a grudge. There was no way Ye Qinghan wouldn't retaliate after Yun Que stabbed him three times. She thought back to the first time they met, when it seemed that KFC wasn't looking for her either.

Once you're on that pirate ship, there's no way to get off.

As far as she knows.

Phoenixes and dragons can be used to predict one's fortune.

She called down the KFC that was soaring in the sky. The large phoenix crouched down the moment it landed and transformed into a red-haired loli. She jumped up happily.

The sudden appearance of a large phoenix transforming into a human was incredibly terrifying for everyone else.

"This is... KFC?" Chu Xingzhi raised his voice in surprise.

He knew that KFC was a phoenix, one of the few remaining divine birds in the cultivation world.

But unexpectedly...

It looks so cute.

Meeting the little girl's round eyes, Chu Xingzhi's breath hitched slightly, and he let out a dry laugh: "Oh ho ho ho ho, the little thing is quite unique in appearance."

KFC rolled its eyes at him, clearly disliking him.

"You've brought her here." She was Ye Qiao's contracted beast and knew what these people were struggling with. Wasn't the reason they didn't kill Yun Que because they were afraid of being chased and killed by the Heavenly Dao?

Another point is that they hesitated because killing Yun Que would make it difficult to find the person behind her.

The little girl's voice was clear and crisp, her bright golden eyes staring coldly at Yun Que. "How about trying soul searching?"

Yun Que paused, then curled her lips into a smile. "Do you dare?"

Soul searching can easily turn someone into an idiot if you're not careful, and Yun Que is betting that these people won't dare to do anything to him.

"Why wouldn't you dare?" KFC cupped its face. "You're not important anymore."

"Your luck is gradually diminishing, and now it's almost gone." The little girl leaned closer to her. "I can help you search."

Even if it's small, it's still a mythical beast. Although KFC didn't inherit the phoenix's legacy, it knows more than these teenagers who are its direct disciples.

"Can we search souls?" Ye Qiao's eyes lit up.

"Of course." KFC's voice was light and cheerful: "Her luck is almost gone. Today, it's probably because after she stabbed Ye Qinghan, the heavens are taking it back."

That's the chosen one of Heaven's destiny! How dare Yun Que lay a hand on him?! Three full cuts, that must have been excruciatingly painful for him.

"Can't you feel it?" KFC pouted. "Heaven is sharing its fortune with you."

Ye Qiao was chosen by Heaven to save the world; if not her, who else would receive the fortune?

KFC finally understood that the person she initially sought out might not have been Yun Que, but rather someone whom Heaven had deliberately sent in a roundabout way to Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao honestly replied, "No. I've always been pretty unlucky."

She was completely oblivious to this slight change in fortune.

"Who said that?" KFC wiggled its short legs. "If you were unlucky, the Amazing Sword wouldn't have transformed so smoothly."

Lightning-type spirit swords are very difficult to transform into physical form unless by chance, or in other words, it depends on luck.

She's failed so many times, so why does she think she'll definitely succeed in Ye Qinghan's hands?

Even if she succeeds, it will be a leap forward in the transformation of the water, not the physical manifestation of her spirit sword.

Whoever has the luck will experience subtle changes in their fortune. Although not many, at least when playing games with other disciples in the future, Ye Qiao will no longer be the most unfortunate unlucky one.

The red-haired girl twirled around them cheerfully, her voice clear and melodious like a bird's song, "You two are truly blessed children of Heaven!"

She became elated, clearly extremely satisfied with the result.

Unlike KFC, where the servants sing with excitement at their master's liberation.

KFC's words, when they reached the ears of Yun Que's close associates who wanted to kill him, automatically transformed into a single sentence.

—The magpie can be killed.