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

"What sword technique? Stop hiding it, use it now, Ye Qiao." Ji Huan was practically going crazy; time was of the essence.

"Don't rush, we still need the right opportunity."

Ye Qiao's expression remained unchanged. With her left hand, she swept her shadow, and with her right hand, she grabbed the Jinghong Sword from within her domain. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and with a single strike, it was as if a spider web had been woven into an array that enveloped countless people in an electric net. The lightning-elemental sword spirit crossed its arms and slowly emerged from the sword.

Ji Huan's breath hitched slightly, and he almost screamed like a chicken: "What kind of sword spirit is that?"

This was the first time he had ever seen such an elegant and beautiful woman as Jinghongjian.

This is completely out of character for Ye Qiao! He's going to report her!!

"The Sword of Startling Beauty"

Without Ye Qiao needing to answer, Ji Huan already knew what kind of sword it was.

As the sword spirit unfurled its wide sleeves and waved, the world seemed to shift and change. Thinking Ye Qiao needed its help, it immediately darted out, unleashing countless bolts of lightning. The evil cultivator who had just charged forward was touched by the sword spirit's fingertip.

In an instant, the electric light started breakdancing on the spot.

The woman in purple tilted her head slightly, her palms outstretched, countless bolts of lightning poised to strike, "Bring it on."

The woman's voice was ethereal and elegant.

The only lightning-type sword spirit in the Sword Cave, the Soaring Swan Sword.

Ye Qiao drew her sword, the Swift Swallow Sword now in her hand, its movements fluid and ethereal. She raised the corners of her lips: "Would you like to spar with my sword spirit?"

No evil cultivator is immune to lightning; it is their natural nemesis.

"spread."

Sword Spirit Transformation!

The leader's pupils constricted. "Don't stand together, you idiots!!"

The moment they were struck by lightning, those who were close by were completely numb. Mingxuan threw out several water-controlling talismans, and the lightning ball exploded. Countless evil cultivators were thrown away and crashed into the pile of rocks in the valley, where they were crushed to death.

The evil cultivator leader gritted his teeth and gripped his weapon tightly, slashing down at Ye Qiao with terrifying force. The moment Ye Qiao clashed with him, black mist wrapped around her wrist. She instinctively tried to move, but found herself firmly restrained.

He suddenly grabbed her wrist, and the sharp pain of her bones shattering made Ye Qiao's expression twist slightly for a moment. With a high kick, she struck him in the chest with tremendous force.

As he was thrown backward, he gripped the Jinghong Sword tightly in Ye Qiao's hand.

Ye Qiao instinctively tried to grab it, but the intense pain in her wrist made her lose her strength, and the sword was snatched away. The man burst into unrestrained laughter, coughed twice while clutching his chest, and said, "Hahahaha, I got it."

"Die, you little bitch."

He laughed maniacally, his mind already clouded by the mist in the valley. This evil cultivator was quite powerful; after being tormented repeatedly, his combat strength was astonishing.

As he swung his sword at Ye Qiao, Ming Xuan, seeing the situation was dire, pulled Ye Qiao away in time. The young man's folding fan transformed into several afterimages, and with a quick backbend, the man violently swung his sword, and black mist, like an octopus, bound towards Ming Xuan.

Mingxuan erected layers of shields, standing behind his junior sister.

Ye Qiao, who had just been rescued, rubbed her shattered wrist. Qin Huai's low voice sounded in her ear, "What are you doing now?"

After all, she had first lost Bujianjun to that Elder Mu, and then handed herself over to the evil cultivator. She had never made such a mistake before.

Even the Jinghong Sword realized that Ye Qiao was doing it on purpose.

She was slightly surprised for a moment, then inadvertently caught sight of the Shadow Sword, covered her mouth, and immediately understood Ye Qiao's intention.

The frost that hadn't been released from the domain had already silently offered incense to her, saying, "Jinghong, you died so tragically, Jinghong!"

"Hehe." Bujian Jun covered his mouth and laughed sadly.

"Holy crap, Ye Qiao!" Duan Hengdao belatedly realized what was happening and, upon seeing the sword the man was holding, abruptly turned his head. "Why did you lose the Jinghong Sword?"

Ji Huan stood beside her, looked up, and calmly told her, "A sword in the hands of the enemy is easily broken."

The Luoshui Sword is a prime example. No wonder sword cultivators treat their swords like wives; once they let go of their swords, their opponents will break them. Therefore, sword cultivators never easily part with their swords.

Ji Huan tried to guess what she was thinking.

Could it be that Ye Qiao is just being capricious with her sword?

That would be far too capricious.

The others didn't know, but they were clear about Ye Qiao's strength; she wouldn't let such a small mistake cause her to throw the sword away.

It could only have been her doing it on purpose!

"I know that a sword is indeed easily broken when it falls into the enemy's hands."

Ye Qiao asked seriously, "Have you ever heard of a sword spirit taking on true form for love?"