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

At the foot of the once quiet Changming Sect, shrouded in mist, a group of people gathered. The outer disciples tried their best to prevent them from entering, each with a blank expression. The outer disciples were all around the Foundation Establishment stage, more than enough to stop a group of rogue cultivators.

But their sheer number was overwhelming. Mu Chongxi, who had just arrived at the sect, saw this and impatiently said, "I'll go and blast them away."

The young man leaped swiftly, drew his sword, and with one strike, all the sword cultivators present drew their swords from their waists. The flashes of blades and shadows swirled before their eyes, and the longswords hovered in the air, causing a small commotion.

Mu Chongxi dared not harm anyone, especially cultivators. He pursed his lips, mimicking his master and the others, his face as cold as ice, silently releasing his pressure. With the collision of spiritual energy, those with cultivation levels below the Nascent Soul stage were already having difficulty breathing.

With a few thuds, someone couldn't take it and knelt on the ground.

Mu Chongxi's actions were a copy of the usual behavior of the sect leaders during the competition.

Even in the most chaotic situations, sect leaders usually only need a single, calm sentence to subdue them with overwhelming pressure, leading him to believe that simply releasing some pressure would suffice.

Chu Ling crossed her arms and laughed for a moment: "He can't just use his intimidation to hold people down like this."

Those rogue cultivators who have spent years struggling in the cultivation world are very good at judging people and treating them accordingly; Mu Chongxi is still not ruthless enough.

In this situation, once the sword is drawn, it will naturally be stained with blood.

Seeing that he was young and had no intention of making a move, a highly skilled rogue cultivator withstood the oppressive aura and stepped forward, attempting to enter the sect, saying, "Let us in."

"You guys seem quite leisurely in the sect. Why don't you use this time to go down the mountain and check on the place that was attacked by demonic cultivators?"

Mu Chongxi's oppressive aura wasn't meant to completely crush them to the ground. Seeing that they had stood up, he withdrew his aura and explained, "We still have things to do. We need to settle things within the sect before we have time to help you."

They are too busy taking care of themselves right now.

His explanation clearly failed to satisfy the others, and some people rushed in. Zhou Xingyun raised an eyebrow, wanting to draw his sword, but was stopped by Yue Qing'an, "Since he took the initiative, then let Mu Chongxi handle it himself. He knows what he's doing."

They are, after all, direct disciples. With the sect leader absent, their actions represent the Changming Sect.

Mu Chongxi watched as the crowd surged forward, resembling a zombie apocalypse, and he calmed down.

With a flick of the sword, the sword cleaved down, creating a large gap in the crowd around the sword. The ground where the sword's edge touched was dragged and ripped open with deep cracks.

The crowd that had been pushing forward was so frightened that they quickly retreated, keeping a distance of three meters from them.

"Take another step towards Changming Sect." The morning light gleamed coldly, and the boy's usually bright face hardened. He pursed his lips, "I'll kill you all."

The sword, which wields the power of day and night, delights in slaughter.

Strictly speaking, it is actually a murderous sword. Although it does not have the same fondness for killing as the Lord, it is still tainted with ferocity.

He wasn't joking when he said he'd kill these people.

The oppressive aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, coupled with the dangerous red light emanating from the spirit sword, genuinely intimidated them for a moment.

Seeing that no one dared to go any further, Mu Chongxi turned and left.

Yue Qing'an and the others followed, heading into the Changming Sect. The path to the main peak was winding and would take a long time to traverse without using their swords. Mu Chongxi's cold expression when he drew his sword was noticed by the elders who were secretly observing their gains from Penglai.

Their faces lit up with surprise. "Nascent Soul... late stage?"

This child is making great progress.

Mu Chongxi was only at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm a few months ago.

A female elder from the Changming Sect couldn't help but say, "Xiao Xi has made such rapid progress this time."

"It's really not easy to see Mu Chongxi, that optimistic person, reveal his murderous intent." They were pleasantly surprised, as this meant that the disciples of Changming Sect who were always causing trouble had grown up.

When the four arrived at the main peak of Changming Sect, the elders were already waiting. Upon seeing Yue Qing'an and Chu Ling, their expressions became cryptic. "These two must be the direct disciples of Penglai Island, right?"

The two siblings nodded.

Elder Zhao chuckled, "Little Xi, I never expected you to have such courage today."

Elder Duan stepped forward and patted him on the head with delight.

Faced with the elders' sudden enthusiasm, Mu Chongxi felt slightly embarrassed.

Not long ago, he was just a nobody, but now that he's back in the sect and receiving such a warm welcome, he feels quite embarrassed.

Mingxuan and his group arrived at the sect a step earlier than Mu Chongxi and the others. They happened to be there with the elders when they saw their junior brother showing off through the reflection of the recording stone. He smiled and whistled, "Not bad, Mu Chongxi."

"Where is Junior Sister?"

Mu Chongxi scratched his head: "Um, it seems she went to find someone else."

Mingxuan wisely refrained from pressing the matter further. He figured Ye Qiao had probably done something wrong again, and if he continued to ask, the elders would likely find out.

"Xiao Xi," Elder Zhao said earnestly, "you should have acted the moment your sword was drawn."

"You represent the face of the Changming Sect. With the sect leader absent, you are carrying on the sect's will, and no one will dare to condemn you for this."

Mu Chongxi nodded haphazardly, "Then what would our master do in that situation?"

Qin Fanfan showed absolutely no dignity befitting a sect leader, and it was hard to imagine her looking angry.

Elder Duan immediately laughed: "Don't underestimate Qin Fanfan just because he's a bit silly. When it comes to important matters, you'd better try to disobey him."

"Hey," Chu Ling said, "Is your master fierce?"

"Oh, right." Mingxuan shrugged slightly. He had been in the sect longer than the other junior brothers. Back then, it was just him and the senior brother in the sect. The two of them knew better than anyone else that Qin Fanfan had a really bad temper in her early years.

Back then, he didn't study properly, and he and his senior brother were chased all over the mountain by their master every few days.

Later, perhaps due to the torment he endured, Qin Fanfan developed a more Buddhist-like attitude, which led to her always appearing cheerful and without much guile. "Master's way of dealing with disciples who make mistakes varies from person to person. If we dared to disobey him, he would kill us with one punch, but if Junior Sister disobeyed..."

Chu Ling blinked her large, curious eyes. "Hmm?"

He shrugged: "Then I'll just go against their wishes."