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

"What?"

Ahead were cultivators running around like madmen, while behind them a group of disciples were leisurely gathering for a meeting. Ye Qiao waved for them to come over and listen. Once everyone was present, she said, "Actually, we don't need to go through the trouble of rescuing people."

Whether or not it can be saved is still uncertain.

Su Zhuo said impatiently, "So let's hurry up and leave. Let them fend for themselves."

"But if we don't go to rescue them, won't someone else go to rescue them?" Ye Qiao changed the subject, pointing to Elder Mu who remained behind, "He's a direct descendant of his family, he'll go to rescue him."

Mingxuan blinked honestly, "But he can't save that many people, can he?" There are too many evil cultivators. This old man alone definitely can't save them all.

"Who said that? He can save them if he wants to." Ye Qiao snapped her fingers. "Even if there are many of them, there's still the option of self-destruction, isn't there? There are eight direct descendants of the Mu family; he can't just stand by and watch them die."

Based on her experience dealing with the eight great families over the years, she knew that these families valued their direct descendants as much as their lifeblood, so the old man would definitely go to save them.

"If he's willing to die with us, we can definitely save him. We just need to show up when he's cornered."

"..."

Ye Qiao pointed to the book in her hand and continued, "There's a secret book. Even if he self-destructs, it can be controlled with the secret book."

She said slowly, "We'll appear in time as saviors and save them. They'll be incredibly grateful to us."

And coincidentally, they needed the Mu family's elixirs, killing two birds with one stone.

"..." What a cunning scheme.

Shen Ziwei clicked her tongue lightly, "Ye Qiao, you are as insidious as ever."

He quickly added, "But I like it."

Ye Qiao and he gave each other a high five with a smile, then Shen Ziwei asked seriously, "Then who will go to rescue them? We won't need too many people, will we?"

"Qin Huai Song Hansheng, Ming Xuan, plus Ji Huan, the five of us together."

Seeing their hesitation, Ye Qiao waved her hand and said, "You just need to follow me when the time comes."

"Okay." Qin Huai and Song Hansheng were successfully persuaded by her. If things could really develop as Ye Qiao suggested, then the Mu family would owe them a huge favor. Would they still have to worry about the sect's pills and such in the future?

As Ye Qiao suggested, everyone temporarily affixed five concealment talismans and hid to observe the situation.

Having been forcibly seized by the evil cultivators, the Mu family members saw that all the cultivators had fled. In a panic, they cried out to Elder Mu, "Elder, save us!"

A chill flashed in Elder Mu's eyes as he gathered his spiritual energy into his sword. He cultivated the path of slaughter, so he was no pushover either.

"Ye Qiao," Mingxuan gestured for her to look up, "your sword is still in his hand."

"It's alright, let him use it." Ye Qiao also wanted to observe how people from the Slaughter Path used swords. This old man was truly skilled; he hadn't been at a disadvantage for such a short time despite being surrounded by so many evil cultivators.

A sword that never sees you, a red sword of slaughter.

He wielded the two swords with exceptional fluidity, the black mist condensing into sharp blades that unleashed a chilling killing intent.

After Bujianjun got his hands on blood, Ye Qiao, as his contractor, could sense his excitement. She clicked her tongue twice, it seemed that Bujianjun hadn't killed enough people at Changming Sect.

The power of the Killing Sword increases greatly when it kills someone. Elder Mu gradually realized the power of this black sword. Logically speaking, since he was not its master, he could not even unleash half of its original power.

Even so, the sword's power is still terrifying.

He frowned, pondering the origins of the sword's owner as he used it.

The sword shadows seemed to slash through the air, but Elder Mu's goal was clear: to save the children in his family.

Caught off guard, the evil cultivators' hands were severed by the unpredictable sword shadows. Clutching their severed hands, they were enraged and suddenly sprang forward like arrows, wielding their knives with their other hands as they slashed at Elder Mu.

The speed was so fast that it surrounded him from all sides. Old Mu had nowhere to avoid it. Countless long knives stabbed into his body, and blood instantly soaked his robes.

"don't want!"

This scene caused several direct descendants of the Mu family to scream and desperately rush forward to attack the evil cultivators, attempting to save their family elder.

However, their actions were nothing more than a mayfly trying to shake a tree.

Elder Mu was prepared to self-destruct to cover their retreat. He mobilized all his spiritual power and was determined to suppress all the evil cultivators on the spot, even at the cost of burning his soul.

"Elder!" The girl's shrill voice seemed to pierce the sky, but her heart-wrenching cries could not win the pity of the evil cultivators. With his last bit of strength, Elder Mu casually swept them away. "Run!"

Damage to the soul is irreversible no matter what elixir is used. Elder Mu burned his soul to suddenly raise his cultivation level, controlling all the evil cultivators and buying time for the children of his family.

He closed his eyes with a sigh of relief, ready to sacrifice himself.

The evil cultivators were unable to move for a moment and could only watch helplessly as all the members of the Mu family fled.

"You old bastard!" They had gone to all this trouble just to find the Mu family, but they had all run away. Their eyes were filled with malice, and without saying a word, they were about to raise their hands to kill the old man.

Just then, Ye Qiao, who had been hiding in the bushes observing the situation, finally made a move.

She lowered her head, hesitated for a moment, then without a word, lunged forward, blocking Elder Mu's path, and cried out, "Wow, Elder Zhao! You died so tragically!"

With her back to the evil cultivator, her magical artifacts blocked the attack.

The evil cultivator was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure. He frowned and asked sharply, "Who are you?"

Before he could even figure out who this person was, Mingxuan, who was hiding in the bushes, followed suit and knelt down as well. He also yelled, "Elder Zhao, you died so tragically!"

Old Master Mu was also bewildered by the two people's crying.

He was prepared to sacrifice himself and perish together with these evil cultivators, so what are these people doing?!

Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan were moving too fast, and the three of them couldn't keep up with their pace. For a moment, they looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Ji Huan: "What should we do at this time?"

Qin Huai remained calm. "Didn't Ye Qiao say to keep up?"

Song Hansheng: "..."

The two from Changmingzong had already begun to wail in mourning. Song Hansheng, Ji Huan, and Qin Huai also emerged from the bushes one after another, calmly knelt down, covered their faces, and began to strategically weep.

The heretical cultivators: "..."

Suddenly, five mourners crowded in. The evil cultivators had never seen such a strange formation before. Their swords were imbued with sword energy, but they did not act rashly. Instead, they pointed at Ye Qiao and calmly reminded him, "Who are you to him? He is not surnamed Zhao, but Mu."

The heretical cultivators all felt that the appearance of this group of people was too strange.

If any of these five mourners suddenly appeared out of nowhere, they would have to investigate their background before taking action. This kind of operation is something that only someone with a mental illness of more than ten years could pull off, so the evil cultivators dared not act rashly.

A sinister voice, slightly cold, reminded them, "You've mistaken them for someone else. This is a member of the Mu family."

"Oh, sorry." Ye Qiao seemed to realize belatedly, and got up from the ground without changing her expression. "I cried at the wrong grave."

"withdraw."

At her command, the evil cultivator was slightly stunned. He had just uttered a question, "You!" when he saw the four people react quickly and retreat. Qin Huai and Ji Huan each grabbed one of Mu Lao's hands and ran away.

Song Hansheng, a beat slow to react, raised his eyes, but Ye Qiao quickly pulled him away, and the five of them disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The heretical cultivators were left bewildered in the wind: "...???"

What the hell?

What the hell is this thing?