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

As for fleeting glimpses?

It's an idiot; it doesn't realize at all that Ye Qiao used the Golden Cicada Escape Technique to take a life with a substitute puppet.

"What about the Jinghong Sword? Holy crap." Mingxuan seemed to suddenly remember something, and leaned out to see the Jinghong Sword, which had been bent and broken by the palm print. He grabbed her and said, "A sword with a sword spirit is much more troublesome to reforge after it's broken. Are you stupid?"

This is probably the first time Ye Qiao's sword has been broken.

"If I'm a fake, then of course the sword is fake too," Ye Qiao explained cheerfully, arms crossed. "Are you kidding me? How could I possibly hand over the Jinghong Sword to him personally? With so many weapon masters here, do you think not one of them can forge a sword?"

Do you think those three weapon crafters are just freeloaders? Weapon crafters can forge swords, so naturally they can easily make a near-identical replica. Apart from Ye Qiao being familiar with the Jinghong Sword, who else would notice the difference between the real and the fake one?

Mingxuan: "..."

Calculate the area of ​​psychological trauma inflicted by the Shadow Sword.

Sword spirits usually appear to protect their masters when they are emotionally agitated, such as the time when the sword spirit of the Morning and Evening Sword appeared.

Putting everything else aside, Lueying's mentality is truly stable.

If you don't push it, it will probably be timid from beginning to end.

Normally, Ye Qiao wouldn't bother forcing the sword spirits to take human form, but the situation is different now; she needs all five sword spirits to take human form.

So we have no choice but to push it.

Ye Qiao's move was quite ruthless, directly addressing the problem at its root. Wasn't he supposed to be calm? Then let his wife and sword master disappear right under his nose. With regret and resentment intertwined, even the most Zen-like sword spirit would be stirred up.

Mingxuan gave a thumbs up: "Awesome."

No one could say they'd missed anything. He was a bit suspicious, peeking out a few times and finding the battle outside quite intense, so he decided to retreat back inside and sneak around like a mouse with Ye Qiao.

After he finished asking his questions, it was Ye Qiao's turn to ask, "How did you find me here?"

Mingxuan smiled and said, "I glanced around the area not far from your corpse and sensed something was off. I guessed you might be hiding in some corner, secretly watching."

"After all, you're such a perverted person."

Mingxuan felt that he understood Ye Qiao quite well.

Ye Qiao and Ming Xuan were kindred spirits.

Both of them had that cheeky, roguish charm that comes from the same master.

Ye Qiao delivered an elbow strike, silencing Ming Xuan once again.

It hurts, it hurts too much.

He's the senior student.

Ye Qiao not only showed no respect for her senior brother, but also hit him.

……

Do you feel guilty?

Of course, I felt extremely guilty.

It was Lueying herself who failed to save Ye Qiao and the Jinghong Sword.

If it could muster its strength and transform into human form during the five-second pause of the small rest, it could save Ye Qiao and the Jinghong Sword from the palm print ahead of time.

Ye Qiao lowered her eyes, hiding among the rubble, and could see the situation outside through the gaps. The evil cultivator was already immersed in the pleasure of being arrogant and self-centered when he killed her.

At this moment, Ye Qiao could clearly feel the emotional fluctuations of the Shadow Sword. The sword's mournful cry echoed in her ears, exceptionally clear in the Cloud Mist Valley. Let it be a little more painful; everyone knew that a sword spirit needed sufficient emotional control to generate a powerful form.

Under extreme emotional stimulation, the pain in his heart felt like hot oil had been poured on it, causing him to suffer intensely and even to go mad on the spot. The sharp sound of his sword made everyone's ears ring for a moment.

"Holy crap, this is insane!" Duan Hengdao covered his ears.

Song Hansheng's ears also started ringing, and he paused slightly in his movements. "Where's Mingxuan?"

Where did that scoundrel go to slack off this time?

The sharp, piercing sound of the sword pulled the man back from his pleasant state and focused his attention on the sword. He narrowed his eyes, and his mind, which had become sluggish due to the mist of Cloud Valley, began to work slightly at this moment.

wrong.

If Ye Qiao is dead, why is the sword still emitting light?

Could this be a sword spirit that believes in light?

Damn it. Something's definitely not right!!

The light flashed, and his pupils contracted sharply. He seemed to realize something and instinctively tried to throw it away, but it was too late.

Lueying opened his smoky purple eyes, a flash of light emanating from his pale purple sword, and the youth's furious voice echoed throughout the valley, "Aaaaaah!!"

"Anyone who dares to touch my sword master will die!!"