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

"Huh?" Ye Qiao's expression went blank for a few seconds as it questioned her, incredulous: "Northwest wind is one thing, but what's a tornado? That's going too far!"

She didn't have many resources that the spirit could use, but she wasn't a spirit cultivator, so where was she going to find usable crystals?

You can't blame her for being poor, can you?

"But all you do is challenge the Demon Lord or undergo tribulation. Isn't that level of excitement like drinking a tornado?" The tower spirit felt a pang of sadness at the thought that she might have to challenge the Demon Lord in the future: "I'd rather just starve."

At least the northwest wind is safe.

Ye Qiao: "..."

For a moment, she felt guilty and dared not say a word.

The newbies next to her were still looking at her with admiration.

"Senior sister is truly amazing!"

"Wow, a tribulation?"

They had no idea what "no zuo no die" meant; all they knew was that it was a tribulation-crossing cultivator and a demon lord.

That sounds really cool.

Ye Qiao, stared at by their innocent eyes: "..."

She didn't want the tower spirit to reveal any more dirt on her, so she reached out and pinched the tower spirit, whispering to it, "What I mean is, after you safely deliver them to Xie Chuxue's courtyard, you don't need to come looking for me. Just go outside and find the elder's location."

The elders are probably searching for the disciples who hid in the panic at this time.

How to put it? The discipline of Changming Sect is really too lax, but it's not Qin Fanfan's fault. After all, things happened one after another, and there was simply no time to organize discipline and tacit understanding between the inner and outer sects.

When the tower spirit heard that she wasn't prepared to abandon it, it slowly uttered an "oh," and reluctantly agreed.

After seeing the tower spirits off, Ye Qiao rummaged through her storage bag and took out five spirit swords, a dark book, a water-type spirit weapon, and even the Moon Arrow, an arrow with little killing power, to make up the numbers.

Excluding the water-type magical artifact and the Shadow Strike, which cannot transform, there are four swords, a dark book, a small resting place, a KFC, and the Little Prince.

There were only seven people in total.

Although the tower spirit has temporarily left, the tower itself is still in his hands, and without the spirit in charge, he will control it.

"Tap tap tap tap~~~" Lue Ying's voice was exceptionally melodious. "What are we going to do next?"

She tossed the small, palm-sized golden pagoda in her hand absently, saying, "Go find those disciples."

"But wouldn't it be a burden for you to bring them along? Besides, the domain is shattered, so you can't put them inside it." Lueying didn't know how to describe the state of the domain at the last moment. It was shattered into pieces. It would take forever to repair the domain. How could you bring people along without the domain?

"We don't have a territory, but we have a tower." Ye Qiao moved the tower closer to it. "Have you ever played ring toss?"

"No," Jinghong replied elegantly. Their lives as sword spirits were very simple and unpretentious. "Back in the Sword Cave, our daily routine consisted of sleeping." Each sword master was waiting for their destined one.

"Then I'll show you how to play."

After Ye Qiao finished speaking, she waved her hand, and the sword spirits exchanged glances and quickly chased after her.

……

After the tower spirit safely delivered the disciples, it slowly flapped its wings in preparation to leave, only to be stopped by Yue Qing'an, a cautious man in the courtyard.

"Who sent you?"

"What are you?" His final question was quite offensive.

But Yue Qing'an was also terrified. They had hidden themselves well, and there were basically no demons in this courtyard. Suddenly, several disciples rushed in. Several inner disciples in the courtyard were preparing to draw their swords with cold expressions, but it turned out that the leader was a little elf.

What is this thing?

"My name is Tower, not a thing," it said unhappily.

"A tower?" Chu Ling pondered its shape for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up: "Are you the legendary Ghost King Tower?"

She had heard of the spirit's name, but this was the first time she had ever seen a real one.

So cute!

she thinks.

Considering the tower's reputation, the others were somewhat hesitant. After all, countless cultivators had died inside the tower. What was the purpose of this weapon of mass destruction suddenly escorting other disciples in as a guardian?

The tower spirit chuckled, "Don't be so hostile towards me. I'm here to help you."

It was once a king, but then it met Ye Qiaoyao.

Then it was reduced to a lowly spirit at the very bottom of the food chain.

This is a sad story.

"I've reformed now," Tarling told them.

Yue Qing'an sneered, "Even a fish that's been brought ashore will still smell fishy. Even if you've reformed, it can't cover up what you did before."

Seeing Yue Qing'an's wary look, it curled its lip and moved closer to him, "If I wanted to capture you, do you think you'd still be standing here?"

Not to mention, if the Ghost King Tower wants to capture someone, it can't do so for the time being unless they are a powerful being who has undergone the Tribulation Refinement or the Void Transformation stage. People below the Nascent Soul stage can be captured at will.

Yue Qing'an thought there was some truth to it.

But he still wanted to clarify one more point: "So, who sent you?"

"Ye Qiao."

"Where is she?"

"I don't know."

Yue Qing'an: "..." Then what are you talking about?

"Ye Qiao does indeed possess the Ghost King Tower," an inner disciple explained. "This little sprite wasn't lying."

When Ye Qiao brought out this tower during the battle of Bibo City, they were all quite incredulous and were deeply impressed by the tower spirit.

"I'm not an elf." It was getting a little frantic. "Ye Qiao sent me to find Elder Zhao and the others. Don't waste my time."

If it isn't found, given Ye Qiao's vengeful nature, it will probably be ganged up on by the other sword spirits.

"You're going to find Elder Zhao?" Chu Ling was slightly taken aback. She tentatively reached out her hand. "How about this, you come here, and I'll take you to find them?" She had met Elder Zhao before and knew roughly where he was.

The tower spirit preferred Chu Ling's personality to the scheming Yue Qing'an. After a moment's thought, it folded its wings and landed in the girl's palm. "Okay."

The disciples of Penglai are experts at finding people, so you can rest assured about that.

"Let's go." Chu Ling breathed a sigh of relief and quickly smiled.

……

Ye Qiao traversed familiar mountain peaks, trying to find Elder Zhao and the others. Along the way, she encountered an elder fighting with demonic cultivators. His cultivation level was beyond her comprehension, and he was clearly injured. "Elder?"

She was slightly alarmed when she saw the other person's wound.

His chest was ripped open; if he hadn't been of a higher cultivation level, this would have been enough to kill him instantly.

Ye Qiao drew her sword, quickened her pace, and held the sword horizontally in front of her opponent, just about to stop the demonic cultivator's pursuit. However, when the demonic cultivator saw her, he was like a mouse seeing a cat. He changed the direction of his killing move and turned to run away.

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Don't kill me!!" he screamed as he ran.

"?"

She didn't have time to pay attention to the demonic cultivator who changed his expression so quickly. Adhering to the concept of respecting teachers and valuing the way, she was about to help the injured elder when he calmly refused Ye Qiao's help while clutching his bleeding chest with one hand.

"Are you alright?" Ye Qiao observed the surroundings.

The Fourth Elder was probably injured by a demonic cultivator of extremely high level. Later, it's unclear whether he killed the demonic cultivator or what happened, but he was seriously injured and encountered a minor demon trying to take advantage of the situation on the road.

Just as he was about to finish her off, he unfortunately ran into Ye Qiao and was so frightened that he ran away without looking back.

"It's nothing." The Fourth Elder waved his hand.

"A mere fatal wound is nothing to worry about."

"But it's you. Xiao Qiao, what brings you here?" He calmly swallowed the pill, quite surprised by her arrival.

"Uh..." Ye Qiao thought to herself, "He's got a fatal wound and he's still alright?"

As expected, Elder will always be Elder.

This fourth elder usually stayed in the mountains and rarely came out. He was somewhat rigid in his personality. Faced with his question, Ye Qiao could only lie, "Because of this expedition against the demon and monster races, the other disciples didn't include me. So I had to come back to the sect to find you."

The Fourth Elder believed it to be true, "So that's how it is."

These two are a man who dares to speak his mind and a man who dares to believe it.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that a mission to the Demon Realm would be impossible without Ye Qiao, who is already at the Nascent Soul stage. The fact that she's here clearly means she wasn't following orders and acted entirely on her own.

The Fourth Elder waved his hand, "Then you should go and help. I don't need you here."

To be honest, the situation is really chaotic right now.

On his way here, Ye Qiao encountered many demonic cultivators. Logically, with a large number of supporting cultivators entering, the other demonic cultivators should be kept outside to fight with the monsters. The situation should be under control within a day.

Strangely, the sword spirits killed several demonic cultivators, only to discover that they were all clones.

I'm getting a little irritable just not seeing you.

By the same token, the cultivators who rushed in to provide support were also clearly blocked by various clones, which delayed their progress.

At that time, Elder Zhao, whom everyone was looking for, was leading a group of disciples to Yuming Mountain. On the way, he paused slightly. At this moment, Elder Zhao was the only one who could be the backbone, so his every move was watched by everyone.

"What's wrong?" Manager Yu asked.

Elder Zhao also felt a bit strange about the aura he had just sensed. "I felt that our sect's protective formation had been broken."

"What?"

"Wouldn't that mean all the demonic cultivators would get in?"

Amidst the cries of surprise, Elder Zhao couldn't help but show his dismay. He had also panicked when he realized the formation had been broken, but to keep his disciples calm, he remained as steady as a rock, displaying an exceptionally reliable and composed demeanor.

He's losing his composure now. "But somehow, the sect's protective formation has activated again."

Are you kidding me?!

Elder Zhao is considered a fairly versatile elder, with expertise in both formations and elixirs.

He panicked when the formation was broken and then reopened.

Why did the formation suddenly break? And why did it rise again after it broke?

Manager Yu lowered his eyes. "Could it be that the demons have joined forces to break through the sect's protective formation and have already poured into our Changming Sect? To prevent other cultivators from entering the sect to provide support, they have raised the formation again, hoping to trap us like turtles in a jar and surround us all?"

Elder Zhao felt that this was indeed not impossible.

Their sect didn't have many talisman cultivators; of the few who stayed behind to guard the formation, only three returned alive.

Therefore, it is impossible for a talisman cultivator to return to the vicinity of the sect's protective formation and raise it up after the formation is broken.

It's not that the disciples of Changming Sect lack this spirit of self-sacrifice, but rather that there must be many demonic cultivators lying in wait near the sect's protective formation. As a talisman cultivator who is useless in physical combat, he simply does not have the ability to fight against demonic cultivators, let alone survive them and activate the formation.

If we eliminate them one by one and give the order, then the only ones who can raise the formation are demonic cultivators.

"..."

"Wouldn't that be the end of the world?"

The two elders gave a fierce analysis, but when they turned around, they found that their disciples were already desperately preparing to write their wills.

Elder Zhao saw this but didn't stop them. He said with some helplessness, "Don't be so pessimistic, you kids."

The disciple cried, his eyes brimming with tears: "But we're all going to die, Elder."

The demons all entered, and once the formation was activated, it blocked the cultivators outside who wanted to provide support. They were doomed.

"We are not without options either." Manager Yu looked at the disciples who were preparing to write their wills and felt it was time for him to say something.

He said, "In reality, we also have a dead end."