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

Ye Qiao's whereabouts are currently unknown, but the power of the Han Guang Shovel has certainly impressed them; one shovelful can shatter any kind of restriction.

Of course, the fact that the journey was so smooth could also be because the demons' research on formations and talismans was so lacking that their power was incomparable to that of those set up by proper talisman masters.

"I don't understand why they would bother with the Bush Array if they're so weak in formations." Isn't that just adding unnecessary details?

"They can't just open their doors wide and warmly welcome us uninvited guests without even setting up a formation." This isn't a technical issue, but a matter of dignity.

Mu Chongxi hopped to a suitable spot and looked down from a high vantage point.

Without the help of demonic beasts, the situation for the cultivators was much easier, and some powerful figures were able to rack their brains to find ways to deal with the demons blocking their way.

For the demon race, what the Demon Lord wants to do is not important. Who would want to be trapped in the gloomy place of the demon race all day long? Seizing the territory of cultivators is the most direct way. Not all demons are cultivators who turned to demonism halfway. Many demons have been proper demon cultivators for generations. They are bloodthirsty and warlike, and their methods are despicable and cruel.

The powerful beings, who were repeatedly ambushed and suffered losses by the demons because they were not despicable enough, cursed inwardly.

The demonic cultivators are easy to deal with; the problem is that there are simply too many of them, which is causing them to stop advancing. If they don't eliminate the demonic cultivators in front of them today, their numbers will only be more terrifying tomorrow.

This made many powerful figures feel as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and their mood became extremely anxious.

Meanwhile, the disciples arrived at the scene one after another, but Ye Qiao and the disciples of the Biyue Sect were nowhere to be seen.

But soon no one cared about where the absent disciples had gone.

Their attention was completely drawn to these furtive protégés.

Boys dressed in all sorts of clothes peeked out from the high place, looking down at the fight, none of them showing any sign of coming to a head.

One of the demonic cultivators quipped sarcastically, "Wow, the future of your cultivation world's protégé is truly promising."

"Are you just watching without coming down because you're scared, or do you want to watch the show a little longer?"

The demonic cultivators burst into laughter, which further irritated the powerful figures who were already frustrated by the endless troubles. One of them slammed down with his palm, leaving a huge palm print on the ground with a crisp sound, instantly killing two demonic cultivators.

"sharp."

Wow~

The sword cultivators watching from above kept shouting.

Who doesn't like being praised? Hearing these sincere exclamations of surprise, Da Neng's mood improved a bit, but he quickly felt like cursing again. So these little devils came just to watch the show?

"Zhou Xingyun, Mu Chongxi, get down here!"

Duan Yu wouldn't tolerate these brats.

He was also there. He caught a glimpse of those furry heads and for a moment didn't know whether to laugh or be angry. A flash of sword light appeared, and in an instant, they all jumped away and landed on the ground.

"What are you all standing there for?"

Watching a play?

"Elder?" Mu Chongxi was taken aback, but upon seeing the elder of his sect, he happily replied, "Let's discuss our fighting strategy. We can't just come up here with swords in hand, can we?"

Duan Yu was immediately puzzled. Had Mu Chongxi, who was usually so impulsive and thoughtless, actually learned to be strategic and cooperative? It seemed that all his training had paid off.

"Go help those seniors, hurry up." Elder Duan didn't want to see him dawdling there, so he kicked him into the fray.

Mu Chongxi could only draw his sword and prepare to summon the sword spirit to cooperate with him, but after shaking it several times, he found that the other party did not react at all.

It failed to respond at the crucial moment?

What's going on?

While he was brandishing his sword, the sword cultivators and talisman cultivators had no choice but to enter the arena because of Duan Yu's hot temper.

Seeing that he couldn't summon it, Mu Chongxi simply brought the Chaoxi Sword into the arena.

The Chaoxi Sword lacked a sword spirit, making it particularly difficult for Mu Chongxi to wield. Even the sword's own abilities seemed somewhat weakened. With a large number of demonic Nascent Soul cultivators present, Mu Chongxi fought with great restraint.

He was struck in the heart by a demon and slammed to the ground. Fortunately, Shen Ziwei reacted quickly and used her magic weapon to pull him back. Otherwise, the demon below could have pierced his heart with a single sword strike.

"Where is your sword spirit?"

With the sword spirit present, he wouldn't be able to get close to so many cultivators.

Mu Chongxi shook his head: "Chao Xi may have her own ideas."

Seeing that neither Zhou Xingyun nor Mu Chongxi's sword spirits had appeared, the demons were delighted. "Take their swords!" The demons' fighting style was always dirty; they didn't care about being despicable, as long as it worked. "If we get them, we'll break their swords."

Let's see how they fight without swords.

Zhou Xingyun, whose sword spirit had not yet appeared, was immediately targeted.

Five Nascent Soul stage demons faced Zhou Xingyun in a row, making Mu Chongxi jump up and down in frustration. No matter how strong he was, it would be difficult to resist a group of people determined to snatch the sword. At this moment, Zhou Xingyun had two choices.

First, he risked injury to protect the Broken Dust Sword.

Secondly, give them the sword.

Clearly, it was impossible for Zhou Xingyun to get injured; the only way he could barely make a living was to give Duan Chen to the demonic cultivators.

After sending Duan Chen away, Zhou Xingyun nimbly switched to the Han Guang shovel.

Mu Chongxi: "..."

For some reason, he always felt that his senior brother preferred the Han Guang shovel.

Especially since a single shovel could smash a demonic cultivator's skull like a cucumber, the senior brother's eyes lit up slightly, as if he had discovered a new continent.

"I'll go help them." Mu Chongxi was no longer going to just stand by and watch. Seeing that Chaoxi had no intention of showing up, he simply picked out other magical artifacts from Chengfeng Sect.

Duan Hengdao was fiddling with the magical artifact in his hand when Mu Chongxi, eager to join the battle, snatched it away. Watching the boy rush in so hastily, his lips twitched. "Wait a minute! I haven't even explained how to use this artifact yet!"

"Eldest brother, second brother, I'm here to help you!!"

Mu Chongxi picked up Duan Hengdao's weapon and rushed into the battlefield, where he saw Zhou Xingyun being besieged.

He brandished a weapon resembling a spiked club in his hand, then suddenly stabbed it hard in the demon elder's buttocks. The elder felt a chill run down his back and quickly turned his head, only to be struck hard in the buttocks.

After letting out a miserable scream, he flew into a rage and suddenly unleashed his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, blasting him away.

The demon elder turned his head with a gloomy face, roared in anger, and launched a rapid attack, unleashing a barrage of blows upon him.

With a few "whoosh" sounds, throwing knives pierced his vital points. Looking at the rampant pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, Mu Chongxi finally realized that he seemed to have angered the man. "Just kidding."

After the spiked club was broken by the demon elder's attack, he immediately shouted, "Senior Brother, save me!!!"

Hearing the commotion, Zhou Xingyun grabbed his arm and pulled him back. The young man spun around, and the demon elder, his face grim, attacked. "Tell Mu Chongxi to get over here!!"

If it weren't for saving face, the demon elder would be clutching his backside right now.

What a shameless henchman! Who hits someone by shoving their ass?

His response was Zhou Xingyun's two cold, sharp sword shadows.

The young man's figure moved swiftly through the silver light and shadow, as fast as lightning.

"This speed is a bit too fast."

"Oh, look at that attack technique. Is that brat from the Zhou family?" A powerful sword cultivator narrowed his eyes.

As a sword-cultivating family that focuses on concealing their aura and carrying out assassinations, their fighting style emphasizes simplicity and efficiency.

Their daily routine consisted of researching how to kill people better and more conveniently.

To some extent, they are a rather shrewd and influential family.

Zhou Xingyun's figure disappeared from the spot for two seconds. While the demon elder was searching around, a cold sword was pressed against his back without him noticing. In order to save time, Zhou Xingyun stabbed the sword in, hitting his heart precisely. When he pulled the sword out, not a drop of blood was spilled.

"..." So handsome.

Without his spiked club, Mu Chongxi reluctantly switched to the Chaoxi Sword. For some reason, these demons were fixated on his sword, eager to seize it. The moment Mu Chongxi drew it, they attacked like wolves smelling meat. Forced to dodge frantically, Mu Chongxi cried out, "Second Senior Brother, save me!!"

Mingxuan turned around, his lips twitching.

That idiot.

The boy flicked his palm, and the incantation seal flipped, forming a protective shield that enveloped Mu Zhongxi. The crescent crossbow appeared in his hand; he adjusted the angle, and a burst of pale yellow light erupted. All three arrows hit their mark without fail. "Idiot. You've already fallen so low that your first skill, 'Senior Brother saves you,' and your second skill, 'Did Second Senior Brother save you?'"

Hurry up and get moving!

Mu Chongxi shouted, "They're trying to steal my sword!"

It was the kind of situation where a group of people surrounded it and tried to snatch it.

Moreover, he wasn't familiar with how to use the broken stick Duan Hengdao had given him. Not everyone can master something they're unfamiliar with right away. Mu Chongxi, wielding the spiked club, punched the master to death, swinging it wildly at the air, leaving all the powerful sword cultivators speechless.

Duan Yu caught a glimpse of this scene and almost covered his face in embarrassment. Where was Xiao Qiao?!

Damn it. Where is his prized student, Ye Qiao? He absolutely cannot let that idiot Mu Chongxi ruin his reputation any further.

The diligent Duan Hengdao was still distributing magical artifacts. On the battlefield, weapons were the most consumable items. He picked up a large pot: "How about a frying pan?"

"Does anyone want it?"

Not only was Zhou Xingyun's Duan Chen stolen, but Ye Qinghan was also robbed. When he released Duan Shui, he was indeed worthy of being the team leader's personal disciple, as he showed no special reaction throughout the entire process and remained very calm.

Duan Hengdao immediately threw various magical artifacts in front of him, "Catch!"

Ye Qinghan casually picked it up and caught a strangely shaped magical artifact. He shook it and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

"Frying pan, go ahead and take pictures of them. I made it with century-old black iron, it's absolutely easy to use." Duan Hengdao gave him a thumbs up after saying that.

The scene of Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun, two sword geniuses in the cultivation world, standing together with one holding a pot and the other a shovel, is too comical.

Duan Hengdao, the amused man, secretly took out the recording stone, ready to capture the two men's charm.

Meanwhile, the demon who had obtained the sword was secretly delighted: "I've snatched Ye Qinghan's sword."

That's the Water-Severing Sword, the undisputed champion among water-based spiritual swords. A swordsman without his sword is no better than a lamb to the slaughter.

He excitedly grabbed the broken water, preparing to go back and claim credit with the elders, when a ray of light appeared, and the Blue Sword Spirit suddenly floated slowly out of the sword.

"Huh?" The demonic cultivator's eyes widened in shock, one large and one small.