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

Hearing Steward Yu's resounding voice, Elder Zhao instinctively craned his neck to get a closer look. Once he saw it clearly, he couldn't help but exclaim in unison, "Hmm???"

The two men's alternating "hmm"s left Yue Qing'an looking completely bewildered.

He peeked out to see what was happening outside, and then fell silent for a moment.

Can anyone tell them what kind of situation this is?

Inside the memory stone, the demon race and the monster race collided without warning. Logically, they should have been united against a common enemy, right? After all, the demon emperor and the demon lord on both sides had reached an agreement and were considered allies.

The two sides were actually fighting inside the image-recording stone?

This wasn't acting; they were genuinely bloodthirsty.

Outside the Changming Sect, it was no exaggeration to say that the scene was gruesome, with rivers of blood flowing from the corpses of demonic beasts and the severed limbs of demonic cultivators.

Elder Zhao and Steward Yu exchanged glances, tentatively guessing, "Could it be that the two sides have fallen out?"

What puzzled him most was why the demon race and the monster race had run into each other.

Or will they all gather at the foot of their Changming Sect Mountain?

What's going on here? Are we all gathered here today to rot and stink together?

That's way too darkly humorous!!

……

Taking advantage of the fierce fighting between the two sides, Ye Qiao nimbly retreated behind the barrier. Before they could react, she swiftly stepped onto the wind and headed straight for the sect's protective formation. The moment she stepped in, she was met with a strong stench of blood, and she was slightly taken aback.

Seeing many disciples lying on the ground, some of whom were only fourteen or fifteen years old.

In the cultivation world, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old talisman cultivator has a promising future.

Ye Qiao looked at the protective formation in front of her, activated the formation with a talisman at her fingertips, and with a violent shaking sound, the protective formation rose from the ground and surrounded Changming Sect. Throughout the entire process, she remained silent while watching the massive formation.

The five spirit swords huddled together, exchanged glances, and could all clearly sense the emotions of their sword masters.

She's angry.

"Qiaoqiao? Are you alright?" Lueying approached her, almost kneeling down and kowtowing frantically to Ye Qiao. Her intense emotional fluctuations just now almost deformed them.

The spirit swords are influenced by their master's emotions; the worse her mood, the more intense the emotions they feel, sometimes even tripling them. This powerful emotional feedback nearly drove them insane.

Ye Qiao reached out and grabbed it. "Then can you transform into human form for me?"

This is a perfectly good assassination sword, and other powerful figures have given it extremely high praise.

In the end, he turned out to be both cowardly and despicable. Who did he take after?

Ye Qiao didn't understand, and even started shaking the sword: "Quickly transform!"

Glimpses: "..."

The problem is that it doesn't know how to transform, but every sword spirit can clearly sense Ye Qiao's intense emotions. Lue Ying can also feel the extraordinary anger. As a sword that kills the righteous path, Lue Ying and Bu Jian Jun are somewhat similar.

Driven by its own emotions, the sword also felt an urge to kill those people.

Jinghong Sword tried to steer the conversation back on track, "What happened here? The sect's protective formation, a key defensive line, isn't being guarded by any elders? Or were the elders defeated and ambushed?"

Jinghong Sword has a relatively rational and stable personality, and is the only one who is not greatly affected by the emotions of its master.

"I don't know." Ye Qiao was also thinking about this. "We'll have to ask the elder in charge of guarding the formation for details."

Now is not the time to think about this.

"I will not see you."

"exist."

"A Glimpse"

The Shadow Sword paused slightly, then replied, "Yes."

With her divine sense sweeping over the almost completely overrun sect, Ye Qiao stepped onto the wind and left the core of the sect's protective formation. Her voice rose, yet it sounded unusually cold: "Kill them all."

In an instant, the two swords, primarily used for killing, were drawn simultaneously under the control of their wielders' emotions—