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

"I have no objection to the rest, but Ye Qiao, what kind of location did you choose?" Song Hansheng glanced at the terrain and his lips twitched. She really knew how to pick a place, choosing such a rugged and uneven place.

"Isn't this place nice?"

Ye Qiao clapped her hands. "Don't you think this is perfect for us to have a free-for-all?"

Various hiding places for talisman cultivators abound, making them excellent places to conceal their presence. Now that she mentioned it, it's true. Song Hansheng observed carefully and changed his tune: "That's true."

This location might be a bit too rugged for sword cultivators, but it's just right for talisman cultivators. They can hide there and sneakily throw talismans from the back the whole time.

"Scatter and fight!" Song Hansheng sensed the formation shatter and quickly ordered, "They're coming soon."

The talisman cultivators immediately found a place to hide, and Ye Qiao also reduced her aura and presence to the lowest level. However, the concealment technique is only effective when you are not noticed at the beginning and is easily overlooked. But when she held three spirit fruits in her hand, all eyes were immediately on her.

It's hard not to get noticed.

Ye Qiao: "See that? That's the main character. She's always the center of attention."

Mingxuan, hearing her still spouting nonsense, grabbed her and ran, yelling, "Damn it! All I know is, if you don't hide, you're not the main character anymore, you're a corpse!!!"

He was moving too fast. Ye Qiao realized that her second senior brother, Stepping on the Breeze, had probably reached the final level of the technique.

They come and go like the wind.

The formation shattered, and the cultivators in the secret realm rushed in one after another. The talisman cultivators and weapon cultivators all found places to hide. Ye Qiao, being a target, didn't need to hide. Ming Xuan pulled her along and ran ahead.

They were somewhat stunned. "How come these two can run faster than rabbits?"

"Their clothes are the same color!! Obviously, they're a pair of adulterers. Quickly grab them and get the Bodhi fruit back."

Mingxuan: "..." Damn it.

He couldn't help but turn around and curse, "We have a unified religious system, what do you know?"

"Return your ancestral robes! You bunch of brats, stop right there!"

Behind them, shouts and attacks filled the air, but Mingxuan, holding Ye Qiao's hand, didn't turn around. The young man's fingertips flickered with talismans, deflecting wave after wave of attacks.

"We can't keep running like this," Mingxuan said with a serious expression.

"I'll do it."

Ye Qiao ducked and grabbed the fan handle that Ming Xuan threw to her. She twisted it in her palm, and a golden arc of light formed a shield, protecting her behind her. With her other hand, she drew her sword. Before she could draw it, the staff at her waist transformed into a longsword, and she casually slashed out with sword energy.

A sharp glint of sword energy forced them all to stop in their tracks.

Such a powerful sword intent.

Someone asked urgently, "Whose descendants are you? Tell us your names and we might spare your lives."

These kids were clearly not from any shady background. Even if they were in a hurry to kill and steal, they would still consider whether the other party had any powerful backers and whether they could afford to offend them.

No one answered him. What's the point of revealing your name at this point? Who would reveal their name after doing something wrong? Unless they're facing a really bad situation, they'd only resort to their connections. But they're not incapable of solving this themselves.

Duan Hengdao seized the opportunity and threw all the magical artifacts at Ye Qiao.

Many of the magical artifacts they forged were of a wide variety, and since the sect only had two sword cultivators, neither of them knew how to use them very well. However, when these magical artifacts fell into Ye Qiao's hands, she could play with them in all sorts of ways.

"What is the background of this sword cultivator?"

That's awesome.

Aside from music-related items that she couldn't understand, any magical artifact in her hands seemed to come alive. Even when all the cultivators in the entire secret realm came to capture one person, she repeatedly escaped, leaping and bounding across the mountain.

"What are your thoughts, Ye Qiao?" Qin Huai asked her, after all, this was all trouble she had caused.

"This is so comfortable." Ye Qiao said sincerely, "I've never fought such a rewarding battle in my life."

With talismans and magical artifacts appearing one after another, it's clear that these technical personnel are the best at assisting. She really likes this group of artifact and talisman cultivators. It would be even better if there were alchemy cultivators present.

Qin Huai: "..."

"A bunch of useless trash." Old Mu chuckled coldly. Seeing that so many cultivators couldn't catch even a little devil, he transformed his spiritual sword and decided to take the field himself.

The instant his sword was drawn, Ye Qiao seemed to sense something and turned her head to glimpse the sword in Old Mu's hand.

The Killing Sword.

The aura was very similar to that of the Sword of the Unseen Lord. It should be noted that the Sword of the Unseen Lord, as the successive Demon Lord, already possessed a very strong killing aura. However, this old man's sword was actually comparable to the Sword of the Unseen Lord.

It's a very troublesome situation.

Ye Qiao held her sword horizontally in front of her, calmly meeting the gaze of Elder Mu. At this moment, various magical artifacts were being thrown at them, and talisman cultivators were hiding behind the rocks to set up formations.

Anyone with eyes could tell that the group that took the Bodhi fruit was someone of great importance.

Elder Mu cupped his hands in greeting. “Good child, how about this? We are the Mu family from Beicheng. If you can give us a portion of the Bodhi Fruit, we will do our utmost to help you if needed.”

Who would have thought that something that seemed certain to be won would be snatched away by a group of unknown brats? His eyes were filled with coldness; once he got the Bodhi Fruit, he would definitely kill these arrogant little brats.

Mingxuan opened his folding fan, rested his chin on it, and let out two "yo-yo" sounds. "Old man, anyone can talk a good game. We are direct disciples of the Five Sects. If you let us go, when we return to our sect, we will definitely appoint you as the Great General of Ox and Horse. What do you say?"

Old Master Mu's expression darkened: "Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

Song Hansheng sneered, "You wait, when I get back, I'll smash you to death with spirit stones, you old bastard."

No one bought into Elder Mu's empty promises, nor did they care about the favor of a prestigious family.

Those who can enter the sect, apart from those with exceptional talent, are mostly those with a privileged background. Young masters from major families like Song Han and Ming Xuan have never lost in terms of family connections.

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao secretly moved closer to Song Hansheng and said, "Who upset you, young master? Don't throw spirit stones at him, throw them at me instead. This old servant will then kill him with needles for you."

"Ye Qiao," Song Hansheng said, "behave yourself, I'm scared."

Ye Qiao: "Fine. So when are you going to kill me with spirit stones? I really want to be pelted with them."

Song Hansheng: "..."

Ye Qiao's sarcastic words did not earn her any promise from Song Hansheng.

She had no time to act foolishly anymore. Almost all the cultivators were focusing their attacks on her, and she kept changing the various magical artifacts and talismans in her hands, almost smoking as she swung them.

The talisman cultivators who were covering for her were gradually becoming flustered, and the talismans in Song Hansheng's mustard seed bag were being consumed at a visible rate.

"Are the demon kings coming or not?"

"Almost there. Let's stall for a little longer."

Song Hansheng turned his head and flicked a golden talisman in his hand. A lotus mark flashed and disappeared on the surface of the talisman. The overlapping sword energies that exploded behind him were neutralized by the talisman, and the aftershocks caused countless people to take a step back.

A single talisman can quell the storm.

"..."

"A Heavenly Grade Talisman." A woman exclaimed in astonishment, "Just who is he?"

What shocked them was not only the Heavenly Grade talismans, but also the fact that each of these people seemed to be holding several Heavenly Grade talismans, and they all seemed fearless.

"I already told you, this must be from the Qun family. Kill them, otherwise they definitely won't let us off easily once they get out."

"You bunch of brats, it seems you're going to refuse a toast only to suffer a forfeit?" Seeing that the negotiation was failing, Old Mu's expression gradually turned sinister.

The blood-red spirit sword seemed to drip blood from its tip. Ye Qiao turned her head and suddenly brought her sword close to them. The sword aura was dazzlingly red.

Another sharp, ethereal sword aura followed closely behind, slashing from the side. Qin Huai gripped his sword, his expression icy. "Old man, have you fallen into demonic possession?"

"..." Ye Qiao almost choked. This Qin Huai was really rude.

"Of course not, don't make false accusations, you brat." Old Mu was also shocked by the sword energy, but then calmly replied.

"Even if you haven't fallen into demonic possession, you old geezer are no good." Qin Huai held the sword horizontally in front of him, a half-smile on his face.

The sword in Mu Lao's hand was a spirit sword, a blood-red sword that was clearly stained with a lot of blood.

"Stop talking to him." Ye Qiao patted Qin Huai. "I'll take on him."

Seeing this, Qin Huai stared at her for a few seconds and realized that Ye Qiao had other plans, so he simply gave up the stage: "Alright, alright."

Ye Qiao asked Qin Huai to step down so she could confront the old man herself, not because she thought she could handle the old man. When Jun Luo landed in front of her, her sword transformed into a stick.

Having witnessed Qin Huai's swordsmanship, Elder Mu knew that this man was not easy to deal with. If it were a female cultivator in her teens, he would subconsciously underestimate her.

After a few exchanges, it became clear that the female cultivator's swordsmanship was far inferior to the man's. After Mu Lao had roughly figured out her background, he struck her shoulder with a backhand sword strike, showing no mercy. The fierce palm wind was blocked by the magic weapon on her body, otherwise, it would have been enough to kill Ye Qiao half to death in one move.

Before he could kill the man in one blow, Old Mu grabbed the stick, his eyes sharp, and swung it like a killing sword.

His spiritual sword was the Killing Sword; I never expected that this young female cultivator would have such a strong desire to kill.

Elder Mu pressed his advantage and once again coldly unleashed a gust of sword wind.

This old man was truly vicious. Ye Qiao rolled on the spot, and a sword blade struck him, almost piercing through her shoulder blade.

They had assumed she only had one sword, and without it, she would be helpless. But to their surprise, Ye Qiao braced herself with one hand and leaped up from the ground, gripping a snow-white spirit sword in her other hand. She smiled and said, "Don't rush to kill me yet."

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen sword shadows appeared, each move brimming with sword energy. He frowned, feeling that this sword technique looked strangely familiar.

But before he could figure it out, Ye Qiao suddenly spoke:

"Old Deng, look behind you."

His first reaction was that Ye Qiao was playing some kind of trick, but the next second he sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him. When he turned his head, he found that at some point, flying beasts and running beasts had surrounded him.

Elder Mu: "???"

He knew that the appearance of the Bodhi Fruit would inevitably attract countless demons to fight over it, but something didn't seem right. He didn't have a Bodhi Fruit on him.

Old Mu's face twitched violently. "Why are you all staring at me? Hit her! I don't have any spirit fruits on me."

The Bodhi fruit was clearly on Ye Qiao's body, and he couldn't understand why the monsters were chasing him.

Ye Qiao waved her hand, watching Elder Mu scramble and crawl, trying to shake off the monster that was lodging in his buttocks.

Just kidding, then not seeing you would make you a hot commodity.

As long as she removes the seal that binds its aura, it will be able to attract countless demonic beasts.

Old Mu clearly didn't understand the cause. He was clutching the Unseen Sovereign and the Slaughter Sword, being chased by a group of demonic beasts, jumping up and down, suffering terribly.

He couldn't find the sword simply because it matched his own path perfectly, and its material was no less than that of his natal sword. He never imagined that the staff would have such an effect, and thought that the monsters had collectively gone mad.

"Demons, monsters?"

The sudden appearance of so many demonic beasts caused some cultivators to cry out in panic.

"Don't panic, everyone. There are so many of us; dealing with just a bunch of monsters should be easy."

"Yes, yes, yes."

In the Great Secret Realm, where all beings are equal, quality is not important at all. After all, they are all ordinary cultivators. I have never heard of any cultivator being able to fight against someone of the same or different realms. Therefore, quantity is what determines everything.

The monsters swept across the mountain, filling it with their presence. The tremendous commotion caused the ground to tremble, and in the night, their colorful eyes gleamed with the cold gaze of hunters.

That's a great secret realm.

The weather changed all night, and they were surrounded by monsters. Fear gripped their hearts in an instant. Who cared about the Bodhi Fruit now? The monsters had already surrounded them all. Survival was the most important thing.

Mingxuan paused, watching the group scatter like birds and beasts. "It seems they're not planning to chase us anymore?"

"It's only temporary. Once the monsters disperse, you'll see if they'll keep pointing their knives at us the next second," Song Han said with a cold laugh.

"So what should we do next?"

If the demonic beasts have all arrived, then the demon kings must be behind them, perhaps hiding in some dark place, ready to deliver the final blow at any moment.

The demon kings' strength wouldn't be affected by the presence of Nascent Soul or even Void Refinement cultivators in the secret realm. Thinking of this, they felt a chill run down their spines.

Ye Qiao used the allure of the Bodhi Fruit and the promise of "Never See You" to bewitch a group of demon beasts, drawing them all to this stone mountain. Now that the demon kings have arrived, it's their turn to cry.

"Destroy their escape artifacts first." Qin Huai pursed his lips. "At this critical juncture, not even a single demon king can be released from the secret realm."

Otherwise, the first to suffer would be the cities near the Cloud and Mist Secret Realm, where there are mostly defenseless children.

As the demon kings appeared, the chaotic atmosphere reached its peak. The powerful demons at the Nascent Soul stage could crush countless people with a single step. Seeing this, several talisman cultivators used binding arrays to stop them in time.

Qin Huai said coldly, "Go find the magical artifact first!"

Seeing this, Shen Ziwei flipped out a mirror. The broken mirror in his hand was a spiritual artifact that could reflect and detect everything on the opponent's body and could also be used to detect their location. To be honest, it was a pretty useless spiritual artifact, but spiritual artifacts are meant to play an auxiliary role. If used well, they can have different effects.

He shone his camera randomly at the demon kings, and his exceptional eyesight allowed him to spot a demon king with a peculiarly shaped key hanging on his body.

Shen Ziwei spoke faster: "Found him, that demon king in yellow clothes, capture him. Quickly."

"Fang Zhiyao, let's go together." Mingxuan held the talisman, his sleeves fluttering in the evening wind. "You distract the demon king, and I'll go into the formation with him to retrieve the spiritual artifact."

To obtain the magical artifact, he must enter the battle himself.

Otherwise, trapping the opponent inside the formation would be pointless.

Fang Zhiyao nodded: "Okay."

This personal instruction was quite insidious. A magical artifact in his hand transformed into a grappling hook, which landed on the demon king and gripped his throat, tearing off a piece of flesh in an instant. This level of damage enraged the demon king, who slammed his claw into the demon king's vulnerable nape. Fang Zhiyao didn't even blink, and with a flick of his wrist, a wind artifact transformed into a wind shield to block in front of him.

An invisible wind blocked his sharp claws. In the instant the wind shield shattered, Mingxuan used an invisibility talisman to approach silently, grabbed the key at his waist and yanked it sharply. The demon king, caught off guard, instinctively waved his hand, but Mingxuan had already leaped three meters away on the gentle breeze.

With a flick of his finger, Fang Zhiyao produced a plum blossom knife and swiftly and accurately stabbed it into the demon king's eye socket. The sound of flesh being pierced was clearly audible within the formation. He stirred the knife expressionlessly, and as the demon king let out a sharp cry and opened its blood-red maw, he steadily gripped the miniature explosive magic weapon and threw it into the demon king's mouth.

He completed the entire process in one go, and then turned and ran.

True masters never look back at an explosion.

Mingxuan held the newly acquired magical weapon, his lips twitching: "You're really ruthless, Fang Zhiyao." Who said that Chengfeng Sect's fourth disciple was cowardly? When killing the demon king, he was much more steady than that simpleton Duan Hengdao.

Fang Zhiyao smiled, revealing a dimple. He felt a little socially awkward because of what Ming Xuan said; he wasn't very good at dealing with Ming Xuan's enthusiastic personality.

However, Mingxuan changed his tone again, "A ruthless man like you shouldn't even think about getting close to my junior sister, or I'll have my senior brother kill you."

Fang Zhiyao: "..."