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

"Ye Qiao!!"

That shout was heart-wrenching, completely igniting the tense atmosphere. Countless disciples behind her erupted in cheers, chanting her name, "Ye Qiao!!"

The calls for action were continuous; such appeal was truly unprecedented.

"Qiaoqiao!" This shout came from Chu Ling, who quickly waved her hand: "Come quickly and save her!"

"They're here." The scene was already in complete chaos and could not be stopped by anyone's arrival. Ye Qiao also understood that this was not the time for joking around, so she released Xiao Qi and gestured for him to come forward.

Xiao Qi, being a ghost, was still a little unaccustomed to appearing in the daytime. However, now that he was at the Nascent Soul stage, he was not afraid of light. Previously, when he was locked in the domain, Ye Qiao kept him from coming out. Now that he could finally come out and get some fresh air, he was quite happy.

The instant the boy appeared, time and space were distorted and paused for a second. Countless people's movements came to a standstill, but Ye Qiao was the only one who was unaffected. At that moment, she opened the dark book, and the pages were quickly stained black.

—Secret writing.

No matter what level of power it is, once it is parasitized, its actions will be gradually controlled by it.

Although it can be as toxic as a troll at times, its power as an innate spiritual artifact is undeniable.

The pitch-black dark book rendered the venue into a hazy, gray scene.

As Ye Qiao turned the pages, the hidden book precisely pierced the bodies of all the demonic cultivators present, controlling and parasitizing them all.

horrible……

This precise control made them feel a chill run down their spines.

"Is this a secret script?"

In the instant Xiaoqi's control ended, Elder Zhao recognized the origin of the book. The white-haired old man's eyes widened so much that one side almost swelled to the other, and his expression was extremely exaggerated.

"Secret writing?"

The moment Elder Zhao accurately uttered the name of the magical artifact, the other peak masters displayed a variety of expressions, one moment blue, the next green, making for a fascinating spectacle. Who among them didn't know the origin of the Dark Book? That underworld artifact had actually recognized a master?!

This shock was far greater than that of a direct disciple from one's own sect, who was actually a Nascent Soul cultivator.

The moment the Dark Book took hold, Xu Jun immediately erected a defensive shield. The Dark Book could penetrate physical attacks like walls, but it was truly defenseless against magic. Xu Jun had already made full preparations, after all, he preferred to know himself and his enemy, and Ye Qiao's known trump cards had also been almost completely exposed to him.

Dodging the sneak attack from the hidden book, he raised his hand and looked at his subordinates, some of whom had dodged the attack and others who had completely lost their minds. His expression was cold and stern: "So it was you who orchestrated the Three Spiritual Artifacts recognizing their master."

"Yes, yes." Ye Qiao's lips curled up slightly. Holding the secret book in her hands, she stood before the cultivators, her tone light and cheerful. "Why don't you kneel down and beg me? We'll let you go today." She had perfectly mimicked his smugness from before, and sincerely asked, "What do you think of my suggestion?"

She located these people on the map and rushed over. As soon as they met, Xu Jun greeted her warmly. A blade on the ground made a clanging sound, and a blade slashed over her head. Ye Qiao ducked to avoid it, and then she heard the strategist's cold voice.

"court death!"

Ye Qiao manipulated the Dark Book, instructing it to quickly drag the demons over to use as shields. Xu Jun turned his head and saw his subordinates staring blankly at him as they attacked. His face turned green.

"Cut the silk thread."

He could break free from control by severing the threads, but those demonic cultivators were far less powerful than Xu Jun, so he could only use his divine sense to constantly explore and command his subordinates to slash at them.

The demons were in chaos. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Qiao gently waved her hand behind him, signaling the disciples to strike while the iron was hot. If they didn't act now, when would they?

"...Holy crap."

"His ability to write secret texts is truly amazing."

Calling him a god in team fights is no exaggeration.

An Shu had plenty of experience dealing with demonic cultivators, and excitedly manipulated his demonic cultivators to keep approaching Xu Jun, determined to kill this great demon. Xu Jun was in a sorry state, slashing the silk threads with his sword, and was busy dealing with them.

Chaos.

Complete chaos.

As the cultivators swarmed forward, Xu Jun's face darkened.

He glanced at the number of cultivators present, and his expression softened slightly.

This time, they were confident in attacking Changming Sect, so they naturally brought enough manpower, including five great demons from the Demon Abyss.

Even if it's a one-against-many fight, even if it's a fight to the death, they still need to obtain the Sect Master's Token.

If this mission fails, the Demon Lord will devour them.

In the world of demons, it is a dog-eat-dog world; if you fail to complete your mission, you will die.

"It's alright, you've come at the perfect time." Xu Jun chuckled coldly, his presence completely absent, as he landed behind them with a swift, unpredictable movement. He twirled his long sword, "This saves me the trouble of finding them one by one."

The long blades converged at the sword tip, and a violent hurricane indiscriminately tore apart everything around them, spreading a tangible killing intent.

He initiated the battle, and the other powerful figures followed suit. The clash between sword energy and demonic energy created sharp friction in the air. Just then, a loud "Holy crap!" suddenly rang out from above, completely out of place in the atmosphere.

They subconsciously looked up, but the tower remained suspended in mid-air for a long time without moving. The demonic cultivators scattered and naturally no one noticed the eerie Ghost King Tower.

however--

What they didn't understand was...

Do people still fall from the sky these days?

People kept falling down one after another. Seeing that the speed was too slow and that these people had already started fighting, the tower spirit got anxious and dumped the entire basket out.

Elder Zhao: "???"

What's going on here? Can someone tell him what's going on?

Not to mention Elder Zhao, who was confused about the situation, even Xu Jun didn't understand her meaning for a moment.

Suddenly, a dark mass appeared overhead, a darkness that blotted out the sky. What on earth was this tower spirit doing?

Ye Qiao had been dawdling for so long because he was waiting for the tower spirit to release those disciples so they could gang up on them.

Just kidding, who would go for a 1v1 fight with these demonic cultivators if they could gang up on them?

She didn't have enough spiritual energy and couldn't open her domain, so this was the best strategy. The tower spirit was looking for people, and more than nine hundred disciples had crowded all eighteen floors. It quickly flapped its wings, opened the eighteen floors one by one, and sent everyone out.

The more than nine hundred disciples who were imprisoned were filled with indescribable fear and anger. They hadn't even seen the shadow of the person who attacked them before they were imprisoned, so it would be strange if they weren't angry and scared.

Who has the time to lock them up? Are they out of their minds?

At a time when the sect's survival was at stake, being locked up in a place like this by a lunatic must have been incredibly disheartening!

As countless people began to fall from the sky, the disciples steadied themselves and landed one by one. Soon, the scene that was once filled with carnage was covered with the densely packed robes of Changming Sect disciples.

They brought with them an unstoppable and astonishing momentum, turning the demonic cultivators' original siege into an internal war within the Changming Sect, with Changming Sect disciples everywhere.

Those who know understand that they are fighting against the demons, while those who don't think it's an internal war within the Changming Sect.

"Wow," Chu Ling murmured, "There are so many people..."

The nearly one thousand people from both the inner and outer sects were all somewhat bewildered. As soon as they were released, they saw that their sect's elders and peak masters were surrounded by demons. They hurriedly and frantically reached for their swords.

What does nine hundred people mean?

There were only about four hundred demon cultivators who entered from the demon race. If we add the hundred or so disciples behind Elder Zhao, then there would be a total of one thousand disciples gathered together.

Elder Zhao was stunned for a few seconds. When he came to his senses, he quickly glanced at Ye Qiao and immediately lowered his voice: "Disciples of Changming Sect, listen to my command."

"Form ranks."

The Changming Sect also has sword cultivators, and their numbers are not small.

Moreover, almost all the sword cultivators came for Ye Qiao, which is probably what is called the idol effect.

Elder Zhao, as an inner sect elder, held absolute authority in both the inner and outer sects. The Changming Sect disciples drew their swords in unison, and the five of them quickly formed a battle formation. Countless mysterious swords clashed against each other, and in an instant, white light shot straight into the sky. The white and chilling sword shadows transformed into thousands of streaks, all rushing forward.

While battling a formidable demon, Ye Huan saw the dazzling white light and the countless disciples falling from the sky, and couldn't help but utter two words of genuine emotion: "Awesome!"

Who would have thought that this tiny tower would contain such a wonderful surprise?

Xu Jun's face gradually turned ashen. He suddenly remembered Ye Qiao's words from earlier, "If you kneel down before me, we might let you go."

So that "we"

His mother was referring to this??