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

Jing Shilian shyly rubbed against her with a petal.

After observing Ye Qiao's reaction and noticing that she was also staring at her, Jing Shilian immediately drooped her petals shyly.

Miaomiao was a little puzzled, and shook the flower in her hand. "What's wrong with it? Is it shy?"

"Maybe it's because I'm good-looking?"

Ye Qiao wasn't narcissistic; she did have a pretty face. When she wasn't smiling, she had a cool and aloof air, and when her eyes curved, she looked serene and innocent. Every time she and Xue Yu were caught stealing the peak master's medicinal field on Danfeng Peak, Xue Yu would always suggest that she take the blame.

At that time, she had only been accepted as a personal disciple for a short time, and the peak master was not clear about her true nature. So, seeing that she was young and looked like a well-behaved and obedient child, he usually wouldn't hold it against her.

Seeing Ye Qiao and Miao Miao hugging each other, Ming Xuan said in a low voice, "Don't you have a junior sister? Why are you hugging my junior sister?"

Such deep resentment.

Liu Yun: "I also want to ask, don't you have a junior sister? Why are you hugging my junior sister?"

The two senior brothers embraced and wept bitterly, leaving their elderly father with sorrowful tears.

Si Miaoyan: "..." Something's wrong with you.

She didn't quite understand the thought processes of these male disciples, and the most important thing right now was to figure out how to completely eliminate these relentlessly attacking evil cultivators.

Si Miaoyan turned her head, and countless attacks crashed into the defensive formation set up by the talisman cultivator. Nowadays, even this kind of defensive barrier could not withstand it for long.

"Senior," the woman said calmly, a slight smile playing on her lips, attempting to communicate, "we are descendants of the Five Sects. We came to the secret realm on a mission and have no intention of making enemies with you. I don't think it's necessary to make things a life-or-death struggle, do you? Perhaps you wouldn't want to deal with sects either?"

Evil cultivators usually avoid sect disciples like the plague, fearing they might get into trouble and be hunted down by the sect.

However, don't forget, this is the Cloud and Mist Secret Realm.

Even if some disciples die inside, as long as everyone is killed, no one will know who the murderer is. Therefore, when Si Miaoyan said such a thing, she was not very confident.

After all, given Ye Qiao's precision in drawing hatred, such matters are rarely resolved peacefully.

The evil cultivator was now filled with hatred for Ye Qiao and the others, who had caused him to lose so many people for no reason. When he caught sight of Si Miaoyan and the others who had come to his rescue, he almost burst out laughing, "You're from the Azure Water Sect?"

A group of disciples from various sects paraded through the streets in their sect robes, making them hard to miss.

Si Miaoyan did not deny it. Ji Huan narrowed his eyes. "Why talk nonsense to him? Si Miaoyan, where is your domain? Open it and pull us in. We'll beat him to death with a few punches and kicks."

"..."

Qin Huai: "We can gang up on them."

Song Hansheng had completely lost his temper by now, his face grim: "Kill that old bastard."

The trio, whose defenses had been broken by Lianxu's palm strike, had begun to devise a plan to kill the person.

They didn't even consider whether they could win the fight.

Si Miaoyan was stunned for a moment when she saw that they had already devised a plan to kill this evil cultivator in just a few words: "...Wait, I have a question."

"Isn't a domain something that can only be used by Nascent Soul cultivators? Are you sure it can really be used inside this secret realm?"

Ye Qiao was at the Golden Core stage of enlightenment, while Si Miaoyan was at the late Nascent Soul stage.

In the great secret realm where the highest level is the peak of the Golden Core stage, Si Miaoyan simply cannot open it.

"What about your domain, Ye Qiao?" She had achieved enlightenment at the Golden Core stage and was able to open her domain.

Ye Qiao was much more patient with girls. She gently told them, "The domain is temporarily broken and cannot be opened."

"?ah??"

Ye Qiao nodded: "Really. I'm not lying to you."

"Really?"

Si Miaoyan's reaction was remarkable; her tone was exactly the same when the elder asked her the question and when Qin Huai and the others asked her the same question.

Si Miaoyan's lips twitched. She couldn't imagine what earth-shattering thing she had done to shatter a domain.

Since the Si Miaoyan Domain could not be activated, the Qin Huai trio's revenge plan was thwarted. After a brief respite, Song Hansheng looked up, the formation shattered, silently unleashing waves of residual power.

A group of evil cultivators swarmed forward. Si Miaoyan paused, a sharp knife grazed her ear, and she quickly pulled out a flute and began to play.

The eerie flute music rose and fell, and the evil cultivators who rushed forward froze in their tracks, covered their ears, and fell to the ground screaming.

Ye Qiao spun around as the swords and blades thrust down, dodging their vital points. She activated the Qingfeng Technique to sweep them away, while someone beside her urged her to think of a solution.

"What should we do, Ye Qiao?"

"What do we do now?"

She wanted to curse, "What can I do? I'm just a corporate slave."

Did these people really see her as a savior?

Ye Qiao was already in dire straits herself, and the Shadow Sword was useless. When she saw the opponent holding the Soaring Swan Sword, she immediately became deflated. She could only switch to the Flying Immortal Sword. A flash of white light appeared, and the leader of the evil cultivators accurately found her. Not daring to be careless, he attacked with a vicious move.

He had stored up three palms, and now he has two left.

Lianxu unleashed a palm strike.

Space was distorted by the enormous palm strike, creating gusts of wind.

The Pure Lotus is the nemesis of evil spirits. Miao Miao just let the lotus absorb half of the evil energy, and half of the blue lotus was dyed black. Now it can absorb another half.

"I'll lend you some money."

Miaomiao quickly handed it to her.

If there were memes, her current action would be the standard gesture of serving tea to a powerful figure.

Ye Qiao thanked them, spun around and grabbed the lotus flower. With a gentle wave, the Pure World Lotus bloomed in her hand. Suddenly, she heard a strange noise.

"Waaaaah."

Jing Shi Hua: How embarrassing.

Ye Qiao: "...?"

What's all this noise?

"Waaah," it was still calling softly.

Not seeing Jun made him very irritable. Peeking out from under the sword, the boy said disgruntledly, "What are you yelling for, you slut?"

Jun disliked this kind of righteous spiritual artifact the most. The pure lotus fragrance made him extremely irritable, and Ye Qiao prevented him from coming out.

Otherwise, he would definitely tear those damned evil cultivators apart.

The palm print that flew from the Void Refining stage was half purified by the Purifying Lotus, but the remaining half could not be resolved, so Ye Qiao could only endure it.

With a "thud," his body crashed to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Damn it, my whole body aches terribly. It feels like my bones have been broken. The sharp pain contorted Ye Qiao's features. Her hand trembled as she placed it on Song Hansheng's shoulder. She finally understood why he was so resentful earlier. That slap really hurt.

She had at least learned some dragon martial arts from the young prince, so she wasn't beaten to the point of vomiting blood. Qin Huai, Ji Huan, and Song Hansheng, on the other hand, were blasted so badly that they vomited blood on the spot. No wonder Song Hansheng was on the verge of losing his guard.

She took a breath and said solemnly, "You must kill him, Song Hansheng. I support you."

That heretical cultivator is truly ruthless! So what if he's at the Void Refinement stage?!

Well, Ye Qiao clutched her chest, recalling the suffocating feeling of not being able to resist just now, and realized that damn it was indeed quite remarkable.

"You guys have reached your limit, haven't you?" Seeing Ye Qiao stand up so quickly, he looked at his palm and was unusually doubtful of life. After all, that was a palm print of the Void Refinement stage. Even if half of it was absorbed, it would definitely not be a problem to beat him half to death.

nonsense.

She was at least a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and the Dragon Clan's physical techniques made her very resilient. A single palm strike from him at his peak might have killed her, but after the flower absorbed half of her evil energy, although it hurt, it wasn't fatal.

Seeing his subordinates fall one after another, some due to the mist of Cloud Mist Valley, others due to the endless stream of strange methods used by Ye Qiao and her group, the evil cultivator could no longer restrain himself. His final palm strike was his strongest, and could be used as a trump card. The first two palm strikes had been devoured by the flower, which was now satiated and could no longer absorb so much evil energy.

He gripped the Jinghong Sword with absolute certainty, and with a powerful thrust, he pressed the sword down on her.

"How about I teach you how to use a sword?"

……

When Si Miaoyan saw the Pure Lotus in Ye Qiao's hand, she frowned slightly and warned Miaomiao, "It's best not to lend the Pure Lotus indiscriminately."

"Spiritual artifacts recognize their masters."

A weapon may not recognize two masters, but it's clear to everyone that both the sword and the spirit weapon are drawn to Ye Qiao.

That's quite strange.

After much deliberation, Si Miaoyan, still feeling uneasy, warned her junior sister, "Be careful, or Jing Shilian might abandon you."

Miao Miao was slightly taken aback.

Just when Si Miaoyan thought she had finally realized something was wrong, the girl cupped her face and screamed, "But he's handsome!"

"Ye Qiao! Ye Qiao!" she shouted with unusual rhythm.

Si Miaoyan: "..."

Are you a die-hard fan of Ye Qiao?

Liu Yun rolled her eyes.

Ye Qiao can master any kind of spiritual weapon; she can bring out the full effect of any weapon in her hands. You can't envy that kind of talent, but she's using your natal spiritual weapon! And you're still screaming.

Ye Qiao was forced to retreat step by step by the pressure of the sword. Only when Qin Huai joined the battle did her pressure ease slightly. Neither she nor Qin Huai were as skilled in swordsmanship as this evil cultivator. He could easily find their weaknesses and defeat them one by one.

Qin Huai was deflected by his sword, and Ye Qiao pulled him aside, whispering, "He must still have a palm strike from the Void Refinement stage that he hasn't used yet."

Those cultivators are doing nothing. They've been tasked with luring a demon king for so long, and there's still no sign of it.

Ye Qiao guessed that the reason he had another palm strike was because people in the cultivation world had a magical fondness for the number three.

As the saying goes, "The Tao gives birth to One, One gives birth to Two, Two gives birth to Three, and Three gives birth to all things." Taoists greatly favor the number three.

Regardless of one's cultivation level, it is extremely difficult to store attacks at the Void Refinement stage while being limited by that level. Therefore, Ye Qiao speculated that he could only manage a maximum of three palm strikes.

"He was very casual when he struck the first two palms, but now he's hesitant to continue attacking us with his palm prints. I guess that might be his last trump card."

And its final trump card must be very strong.

During this time, the evil cultivator kept staring at her, and Ye Qiao had a premonition that this cunning old man would definitely strike her with his last palm.

Okay, okay, is this how you play?

Qin Huai listened to her analysis and said solemnly, "After you die, I will definitely avenge you."

"roll."

Qin Huai shrugged and chuckled, "You'd better think of a way to deal with his final blow as soon as possible. Otherwise, the next time we meet, we'll only be able to visit your grave."

Ye Qiao knew, of course, that she had to find a way.

Time passed slowly. She held the sword in her left hand and gripped the secret book tightly in her right, pondering what to do if he really attacked her with a palm strike.

Because of excessive force, his palms bled, and the blood was slowly and lewdly absorbed by An Shu. An Shu smugly thought, "Do you need me to take them down, Ye Qiao?"

Ye Qiao smeared the blood on the pages of the dark book and calmly replied, "Not for now."

The Dark Book was one of the few trump cards she had. In a secret realm fraught with danger, it was always good to have a backup plan.

She informed Xiaoxi in advance, asking him to pause time if things went wrong.

Then the Dark Book was also stuffed into the domain. Ye Qiao took out the Shadow Strike Sword, lifted her toes, and kicked it upwards, sending the Shadow Strike Sword away. "Go."

The sword flipped and tumbled in the air, its light purple blade flashing rapidly. The sword was so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to catch it, and it pierced fiercely toward the evil cultivator's heart.

The force was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"Did it hit?" Duan Hengdao caught a glimpse and his eyes lit up. The speed of the Shadow Strike was definitely comparable to that of his senior brother's Qingfeng Sword.

If they can kill the biggest problem in one move, then the pressure on their side will be much lighter.

"It's unlikely, he's much stronger than Ye Qiao..." Ji Huan had just finished speaking when the leading evil cultivator caught the rapidly swooping spirit sword, the man not moving an inch.

He gripped the Shadow Sword firmly, tilted his head, and grinned arrogantly, "What? One sword isn't enough? You've sent me another one?"

"..."

Ye Qiao's face was extremely cold.

He laughed heartily, his words succinct and insightful: "You're nothing special after all."

"My lord, be careful. That Ye Qiao is quite cunning. Her sword is definitely not easy to snatch." The evil cultivator pleaded earnestly, as his master had snatched two swords in a row, which clearly indicated something was wrong.

"Stop your nagging." He slapped the evil cultivator away again.

"I'm afraid of Ye Qiao?!"

Enraged by the repeated questioning from his subordinates, the man gripped the Jinghong Sword in his right hand, ready to twist it and crush it. At the same time, he used the Lueying Sword in his left hand to attack Ye Qiao with the speed of an arrow released from a bow, the power of the sword light extremely astonishing.

Given Ye Qiao's current reaction speed, she cannot avoid this move.

Mingxuan threw out a talisman; he had very few Heavenly Grade talismans left, and so did Song Hansheng. However, three High Grade talismans blocked their way. The sword, however, was unstoppable, piercing through the three High Grade talismans in succession. The astonishing sword intent made the High Grade talismans seem like paper, easily torn apart.

The Refining Void Sword Technique is earth-shattering.

The Flying Immortal Sword and the Frost Sword appeared together.

Countless frostflies fluttered down, solidifying the sword energy, but only for a fleeting moment. The spirit of the Frost Sword suddenly swooped down, attempting to seize the sword strike.

She turned out to be a super-strong little girl.

Seeing the flying sword intercepted in mid-air, the man narrowed his eyes, suddenly increased his strength, and at the same time unleashed a palm strike imbued with the sharp sword energy of the Jinghong Sword.

With a single palm strike, the Frost Sword Spirit was torn apart and vanished into thin air.

The Flying Immortal Sword couldn't stop it; its power was greatly weakened by her, but it still couldn't stop it.

The sword spirits blocking her way were scattered one by one.

The Jinghong Sword was bent under the powerful palm print.

His wife and sword master were about to die.

Seeing this, Lueying, who was being held in the hands of that evil cultivator, was about to go crazy.

Blade spirits are always born in response to a call, and in extreme cases, such as when they are eager to protect their master, they may appear.

Ye Qiao's ears rang from the clang of the Shadow Blade; she could clearly hear its mournful cry. She took a deep breath and frantically called out to it in her mind, "Come out quickly, kill him, you can do it!"

With the evil cultivator holding the Shadow Blade in his hand, at such close range, the Shadow Blade could take human form and, as a spiritual sword for assassination, there was absolutely no possibility of it missing its mark.

Even without Ye Qiao's instruction, Lue Ying was frantically mobilizing the sword energy stored within her body.

Faster, faster!

For Ye Qiao!!

As the palm print drew ever closer, it had to kill the evil cultivator before it arrived in one fell swoop. Only if he died would the palm print dissipate, thus saving Ye Qiao.

Shadow had no choice but to kill the other party.

Seeing that the shadowy figure hadn't made a move yet, Xiaoqi seized the opportunity to pause the space. The boy appeared, floating in mid-air, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his lips tightly clenched. He could only hold on for a second or two at most.

However, a second or two was definitely not enough for Ye Qiao to escape the safe zone of that palm strike.

The intense pain made Xiao Qi's voice shrill, and bright red blood dripped from his eyes. He bit his lip hard, and this time, he held on for a full five seconds, buying Ye Qiao as much time as possible to escape.

Five seconds later, the boy turned deathly pale and collapsed unconscious on the ground.

After the time realm ended, Si Miaoyan was stunned.

"What time was that?"

The woman's voice rose, "T-It's paused?!"

In the past, Xiaoxi paused for one second, which was too short for them to notice anything strange. However, this time it lasted a full five seconds. Five seconds is a very short time, so it would be strange if she didn't notice anything unusual.

During those five seconds, Ye Qiao ran non-stop, otherwise she would be doomed if the palm print caught up with her.

damn it.

I will never provoke such evil practitioners again.

Ye Qiao darted away quickly, but the palm print seemed to be able to track her, relentlessly pursuing her.

The pressure from behind grew increasingly intense. She gritted her teeth, straightened her legs, and ran for her life, not daring to look back.

The entire valley was shrouded in mist, and behind them came the sound of boulders sliding down. One wrong step and you could be crushed to death by a rock. Ye Qiao was about to curse.

Damn it, have some guts, Shadow! If you don't come out soon, you'll lose both your wife and your sword master.

In the blink of an eye, the Shadow Sword in the evil cultivator's hand burst forth with a strong smoky purple light.

Fang Zhiyao, who had been observing the situation ahead, suddenly brightened up. "They're here."