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

Ye Qiao: "..."

She fell silent after being given a nickname by this extraordinary person.

The man was still pleading with her, "Please help me, Ye Qiao, blow up this secret realm. We want to get out." This time, he remembered Ye Qiao's appearance very well, and he would never go near any place where Ye Qiao was again.

With Ye Qiao around, it's like a walking accident scene.

After much effort, Ye Qiao finally managed to shake him off. She pointed to herself and laughed, "Do you think I can just blow up the secret realm whenever I want?"

This thing is all about timing, location, and people. She was forced to blow up the secret realm because of that nasty ghost secret realm.

The man, embarrassed but still unwilling to give up, said, "Then why are you all so calm? Do you have some kind of strategy? If we don't get out soon, we'll be torn apart and eaten by the monsters."

Now everyone is in the same boat. The principle of those righteous disciples is to save cultivators in the cultivation world from suffering, which means that Ye Qiao cannot abandon them.

"We don't have a strategy," Ye Qiao said frankly. "For now, we'll just take it one step at a time."

She really had no way to break the deadlock. The Demon Emperor's inner core could deter the demons from making any rash moves for a short time, but it was not a get-out-of-jail-free card. If things really went wrong, it would undoubtedly be another disaster.

Everyone instinctively squeezed towards Ye Qiao. Regardless of what method Ye Qiao used to keep the monsters away from her, she was now a walking hot commodity. As long as she was around, there wouldn't be a single monster within three meters.

The demon kings all chased after Mingxuan. Fortunately, the unfortunate Mingxuan had mastered the final stage of the Treading the Wind technique. This speed-type technique was of the Heavenly Rank and was not limited by realm. When mastered to its extreme and combined with his realm, it could outmaneuver several Nascent Soul stage demon kings.

Seeing that he was about to be caught up, Mingxuan did a side somersault and threw himself to Qin Huai.

Qin Huai cursed under his breath, grabbed the key, gave Ming Xuan a cold look, and began the next relay race.

Mingxuan glanced back with a grin.

Qin Huai's proposed strategy was to crush any spiritual artifacts he could get his hands on. What a joke! Their Changming Sect wasn't a major artifact-refining sect like Chengfeng Sect. The vast Changming Sect didn't have a single proper artifact cultivator.

It would be such a waste to crush it.

"We can't use this key, I really don't understand why you keep it." Duan Hengdao scratched his head. When a spiritual artifact recognizes its master, it will not react to being used without the master's permission. In other words, even if we get this key, we can't open the secret realm.

It's pointless to take it.

The demon kings had already caught up with Mingxuan, but who would have thought that this kid would react so quickly? He swung the weapon up, protected it with a talisman, and threw the magical weapon to the people behind him. They glared angrily, turned around, changed their target, and began to chase after Qin Huai.

The passersby inside the secret realm, watching the two move with incredible speed, twitched at the corners of their mouths but remained unfazed, praising them: "Fellow Daoist, what incredible speed! What superb agility!"

"Thanks to you all, otherwise we would have been surrounded by the Demon King."

They didn't know who the culprit was who had trapped them in the secret realm. At this moment, they were happily praising Mingxuan and the others, and genuinely felt that these people were really soft-hearted and easy to fool, that they could help them without holding grudges.

"Fellow Daoist, how did you cultivate to achieve such speed?"

Even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't catch up; it was an incredibly fast reaction speed.

Mingxuan chuckled awkwardly and did not reply.

How did they develop such speed? It was all from being chased by various BOSSes. As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. He wasn't exactly a master of Stepping on the Wind at first.

Later, Ye Qiao arrived, and they began rushing to various places, eventually gaining easy control.

But it would be too damn embarrassing to talk about this, so Mingxuan didn't answer.

The others assumed he had some secret technique he couldn't reveal, and understandingly refrained from pressing him for details.

"Oh," Su Zhuo interjected sarcastically, his tone quite mocking, "Now you're all all smiles and flattery. You weren't like this when you were chasing us."

"What's it to you?" a burly, bearded man said impatiently. "Shut up, pretty boy."

"You!" Su Zhuo felt a surge of anger upon hearing this and was about to argue with him when the man beside him, seeing that the two sides were about to clash, hurriedly interjected, "Everyone, please don't argue. The Cloud Mist Secret Realm is completely sealed off. The only way to open it is with a special spiritual artifact. Now, we are surrounded by enemies. The only way we can increase our chances of survival is to unite."

The secret realm has existed for thousands of years, and there has never been a case where someone was able to open it after it was closed. The only exception was when it was split open by a lightning tribulation.

Their shoulders slumped, looking dejected. "How are we going to get out of here?"

"There are over forty demon kings alone. Not to mention the hordes of demon beasts."

Several more were killed in the ensuing melee, but their numbers remained terrifying. Now, everyone was locked in a secluded realm where no one could hear their cries for help. The withered trees rustled, and all was silent. Time seemed to stretch out infinitely, and fear gradually enveloped everyone. The faces of the group of cultivators looked extremely pale under the moonlight.

Good heavens, they've all wilted already?

Ye Qiao couldn't help but raise her hand, "Don't be so discouraged! Look at Qin Huai, he was chased like a dog by a bunch of demon kings, but he's not depressed. What are you all so desperate about?"

Qin Huai: "..."

It's true that people's joys and sorrows are not shared. Qin Huai fought a group of demon kings all by himself, and not a single person offered a helping hand.

He was at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and right now, more than forty demon kings could kill him with a single punch from each of them.

The young man had no choice but to concentrate all his energy on his movement and swordsmanship, mobilizing his entire being. His realm seemed to crack in all directions. He cursed under his breath, quickly took out a Qi-stabilizing pill, crushed it, and swallowed it to suppress the realm he was about to break through.

Qin Huai conjured seventy-two sword shadows one by one. All the people saw were countless sword shadows standing beside the young man. With each swing of his sword, the unpredictable and ever-changing sword shadows swiftly disappeared into the demon king group.

Pierced by the sword shadow, the demon king's clumsy body flew several meters backward with a "bang." It wasn't fatal, but it made more than a dozen demon kings scream and roll around.

Chengfeng Sect's swordsmanship has always been ruthless and cunning; even a single stab would be enough to give even the thick-skinned demon kings a hard time.

The sword energy was pure and clear, and seventy-two sword shadows gradually evolved and fell, like a dense storm.

It resembled the Return of Ten Thousand Swords, but the seventy-two sword shadows were all different. Qin Huai's sword intent, inherited from the founder of the Chengfeng Sect, left everyone staring in astonishment, speechless.

"See that?" Ye Qiao pointed at Qin Huai, and seeing everyone staring in disbelief, she earnestly tried to establish a connection, "That's our senior brother's skill. Impressive, isn't it?"

She got more and more excited as she spoke: "Want to team up with us? We'll have our senior brother carry you through the game."

The three members of Chengfeng Sect: "..." Bah, is that your senior brother? You're trying to claim kinship.

Qin Huai was indeed strong, but the others still had some reservations because Ye Qiao was so young. "Die with you? What do you kids know about leading a team?"

Ye Qiao's expression was unusually serious. "I'm not joking. At this point, we have no other choice but to live or die together, right?" She paused, then said, "Otherwise, do you have any way to open the Cloud Mist Secret Realm?"

"...Of course we have no way out. So, do you have a way to get out?"

Ye Qiao: "No. But someone will definitely come to our rescue."

After all, Chengfeng Sect couldn't just sit idly by. It was only a matter of time before they left.

The demon kings were furious. They didn't know what their demon emperor was up to, as he had been mingling with the cultivators the whole time. They roared and accelerated, and the flying beasts in the sky suddenly swooped down, surrounding the ground from all sides.

Qin Huai's magical artifacts shattered as he was caught, and he was about to be surrounded and killed. Without saying a word, he crushed one of the artifacts and disappeared from the spot.

"How come he has so many magical artifacts!?" the demon king grinned.

The other flying beast, its eyes bloodshot from the torment inflicted by Qin Huai's swordplay, snarled, "Catch them! Kill them all! Are they trying to take us for fools?"

"Then, what should we do about the Demon Emperor?" Their newly appointed Demon Emperor was still in the crowd.

"Never mind her, kill those cultivators first."

The demon emperor was acting strangely, completely unresponsive and like a fool. Not all the demon kings were willing to obey the demon emperor, so they immediately surrounded the cultivators.

The cultivators had already fled when they saw that things were not going well. Ye Qiao turned her head to observe the situation behind her. With the formation helping to block them, the demon kings could not catch up immediately.

The entire Mu family was struggling desperately in the hands of the evil cultivators, and they looked quite pitiful.

One of the girls looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.

As Mingxuan ran, he followed her gaze and said, "Those evil cultivators seem to be targeting the Mu family."

The evil cultivators didn't arrest anyone; they went straight for the Mu family, and their purpose was very clear.

Ye Qiao still couldn't understand. Her eyes flickered. "The problem is, what's the point of all that trouble they went through to spread the news of the Bodhi Fruit and risk their lives to snatch people from the demon kings?"

Mingxuan was also puzzled. "I only know that the Mu family of Beicheng is extremely good at alchemy. They are also geniuses who can make rapid progress in cultivation. But for some reason, they have never sent their direct descendants to major sects."

"They're alchemists?" Ye Qiao was somewhat surprised. "Then they must be very rich."

"Yes. Some cities are incredibly wealthy." This was also something that puzzled Mingxuan. "It's just that the pills they refine aren't particularly effective. Rather, they contain spiritual energy, you know? They can raise one's cultivation level. Although it's not obvious, you can feel the effect over time. That's quite amazing."

The Mu family was originally a small aristocratic family, but somehow they got lucky and developed into a large aristocratic family in just a hundred years.

The speed of its rise is unprecedented.

Mingxuan had some understanding of each aristocratic family, and as he said this, he nodded, "I wonder if their strange pills are related to the evil cultivators capturing them."

Ye Qiao felt that she was probably inseparable from Guan.

"Should we go and rescue them?" Mingxuan asked tentatively.

"Save whoever you want?" Su Zhuo jumped up as soon as he heard this. He hurriedly pushed the two of them, "Let's go. When disaster strikes, everyone flees for their lives. The Mu family isn't any good. Even if they die, it's fate."

At this critical juncture, self-preservation is the most important thing.

Mingxuan thought so too.

Sometimes it's good to do someone a favor, but if you can't, it's best to leave quickly.

Song Hansheng nodded in agreement. He always put the team's interests first. "With so many evil cultivators, if they get caught, we'll be the ones who suffer."

The number of heretical cultivators was almost equal to that of the cultivators. With all their cultivation levels restricted, it would be very difficult for them to rescue people from nearly a hundred heretical cultivators.

Ye Qiao beckoned them over, "Actually, I have an idea, want to hear it?"

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Seven thousand more is needed, and there's more to come.