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

Ye Qiao said the battle would end in half an hour, and some of the disciples blindly chose to trust Ye Qiao, while some even started to slack off.

When questioned about why he was slacking off, Su Zhuo this time retorted confidently, "Didn't Ye Qiao say it would be over in half an hour? Why should I put in so much effort?"

Ye Qiao's idea of ​​ending the battle naturally meant that someone would resolve it, rather than relying solely on their own efforts. This put Su Zhuo at ease, allowing him to confidently and forcefully engage the demonic cultivators in their slow, leisurely exchanges.

Zhu You was somewhat surprised: "You believed her when she said it was over? When did you become so naive?"

From various perspectives, Zhu You felt that the people of Yueqing Sect were not naive at all; they were more like vicious.

"Then I'll keep trying until it's over." Su Zhuo said impatiently, "We're just slacking off for half an hour, the world won't be destroyed, why are you in such a hurry? It's not like we're going to be reincarnated."

"..." Zhu You actually felt that what he said made some sense.

Despite her thoughts, Zhu You still dared not slack off. Among the elders who were slaying demons ahead were several elders from their sect. If she were caught slacking off, Zhu You couldn't even imagine how she would be criticized when she got back.

At first, they were all quite at ease, but later they inevitably became impatient. They wanted to go into the demon realm to find their respective masters, instead of being held back by the demons.

But if the demons are not completely eliminated, the cultivators within the city will suffer, leaving them with no other choice.

Duan Yu understood their restless mood. He looked at the listless Changming Sect and deliberately came over to point out Mu Chongxi's shortcomings and deficiencies in the battle. Mu Chongxi's face then fell even more.

"Raise the sword higher, bend your knees a little more, the sword isn't flexible enough when it twists." With each sentence Duan Yu spoke, Mu Zhongxi's face grew more and more miserable, and he almost burst into tears on the spot.

Why?! Why am I being scolded at a time like this?!

He would rather go to the demon realm with Ye Qiao than be trained on the battlefield by Elder Duan.

He wasn't the only one who had this experience; almost all the other disciples were also given on-site instruction. To put it simply, this led to a very chaotic scene, with no sense of positioning or organization whatsoever. Don't ask why; the answer is that they didn't want to be given extra training on the spot and were putting in their best effort to perform well in front of the elders.

Various sword lights scattered in all directions.

The various sword energies and sword lights intertwined, like a dazzling display of skill.

Seeing their chaotic and disorganized fighting style, which resembled a haphazard attempt to defeat a master, Xue Yu pondered for a moment and said, "Everyone, calm down. Why don't you listen to my instructions first?"

"?"

"You're in command?"

"Who are you?"

"By what right do you give us the right to order us around?"

The rebuttals came one after another, which showed that their daily lives were filled with nothing but grudges.

Xue Yu smiled and said, "Because I'm the only alchemist present."

Si Miaoyan and the others have not been seen at all. Now, as a noble alchemist, Xue Yu has indeed gained the right to speak for a while.

They all turned their heads, staring coldly at Xue Yu, wanting to see what he could come up with.

"Stop fighting." Time ticked by, and the demonic cultivators showed no sign of stopping this pointless battle. Xue Yu's shout made them pause.

"Follow my command," Xue Yu said. "Everyone, surrender."

Ye Qiao didn't say how it would end in half an hour.

Surrendering in advance is also a kind of ending.

Xue Yu felt he had understood; he had grasped Ye Qiao's meaning. After he finished speaking, the air seemed to fall silent.

"Wow." Mingxuan was also surprised by this command, but his reaction speed was excellent as a disciple of Xie Chuxue. The young man quickly followed up with a witty remark, exclaiming in amazement, "I never thought there was such a genius as you in the world! I am indeed far inferior to you, Third Junior Brother."

Mu Chongxi's hand trembled slightly as he drew his sword, clearly surprised: "Have you two been shamelessly trying to impress me and our senior brother again?"

How could Mingxuan so shamelessly utter such praise?

Not only was Mu Chongxi, a fellow disciple, shocked, but even an elder asked in a low voice, "Excuse me, is there something wrong with them?"

Duan Yu, who was usually stern and unsmiling, couldn't hold back any longer: "..." Were these disciples trained for many years, only to return to the battlefield and embarrass themselves?

Even if they can't pull off a move like Ye Qinghan's "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" to impress everyone, they should at least show some useful sword techniques to give them a shock.

No one present took Ye Qiao and Qin Huai's seemingly playful bet to heart, except for Qin Huai, who was truly serious. He kept track of the time and paid attention to the changes in the battle situation. While there were no changes, the changes were minimal.

With their abilities, they were more than capable of dealing with those flashy demonic cultivators, but if they dragged things out any longer, they would only be worn down by an endless war of attrition.

Joking aside, while the direct disciples were still carefree and laughing it off, many elders gradually became serious. The cohesion among cultivators was really weak, and many powerful figures with ability simply wouldn't take action.

Qin Huai couldn't quite explain his feelings, but he naturally wanted it to end quickly. If they continued to be worn down like this, they would only cause trouble for themselves.

But he didn't want to lose, so with this conflicted feeling, the young man kept plunging into the ranks of demonic cultivators to carry out his slaughter.

Duan Yu was already considering the possibility of seeking help from cultivators in nearby cities. He knew that the probability of success was extremely low, as the highest level cultivator in the city was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and even if they came to help, it would be a drop in the ocean.

The strong are unwilling to step forward, and the weak are of little use; this extreme situation has made them all somewhat anxious.

Soon, the elder with powerful divine sense detected a familiar aura.

They perked up a bit; "Someone's coming."

Qin Huai, always on the lookout for any potential unforeseen events, felt a slight jolt of anxiety. "Who is it?"

"It's unclear at the moment."

But one thing is certain: they are friends, not enemies.

The aura was clearly that of a cultivator, and it was very friendly, without any intention of attack.

Just as they were all wondering who the newcomer was, Xue Yu was the first to shout, "Junior Uncle!!" His spiritual sense was outstanding. Before the other elders could even react, the boy's voice was visibly excited as he faced his familiar junior uncle.

Although Xie Chuxue is unreliable, his appearance at this time makes people feel especially at ease.

"Eh?"