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

"Let me see," Mingxuan said with great interest.

They have all sorts of shameful things to hide.

If Mingxuan weren't so withdrawn, he would always be a troublemaker who thrives on chaos, much like Ye Qiao. They both have a bit of a mischievous streak; if you tell them not to do something, they'll do the opposite.

Ye Qiao couldn't help but rub her forehead.

"are you sure?"

Are you sure you're really going to do something drastic?

Ye Qiao likes to collect photo stones documenting the dark history of certain individuals, so no matter which photo stone he sculpts, it's bound to shatter one's worldview, right? It's rare for her to feel embarrassed for him.

Ming Xuan remained silent as the recording stone shattered, instantly projecting an image into the air. He squinted and looked at it again and again, somewhat puzzled as to what the recording stone contained.

The scene was a forest, surrounded by towering trees with lush foliage, but soon, Mingxuan's gaze froze slightly as he saw a very familiar disciple.

Chu Xingzhi.

Mingxuan undoubtedly felt disgusted with Chu Xingzhi, almost to the point of loathing him. This disciple had been mocking him relentlessly since they first met, and as the second-ranked disciple of the Wenjian Sect, he was quite powerful.

Even if Mingxuan wanted to fight him, a talisman cultivator would undoubtedly be completely defeated by a sword cultivator.

He stared expressionlessly at Chu Xingzhi. The boy and Ye Qiao stood not far away, holding Song Hansheng tightly. As Song Hansheng struggled, Chu Xingzhi shouted, "Move again and I'll pull down your pants!"

"..." Song Hansheng froze.

Having your pants pulled down during a competition doesn't guarantee fame based on ability, but it certainly will, and your story will be remembered as a classic.

Chu Xingzhi's indignant remark nearly made Mingxuan choke on his own saliva.

"..."

Are you sick?

As the photograph turned to dust, the image disappeared.

Mingxuan asked with great interest, "Where did you get these recording stones? Those disguised actors were pretty convincing. Can I have some more?" He quite enjoyed seeing Chu Xingzhi and the others make fools of themselves.

Ye Qiao: "It wasn't acting."

"Then why don't I remember this part of the competition?" Mingxuan looked at her with a half-smile, completely at ease.

She held out her hand: "Give it back to me. I'll show you something interesting, then you'll know if it's real or fake."

"..."

Mingxuan's attitude towards her was noticeably more friendly than at the beginning. She took this opportunity to get the mustard seed bag back, picked through the memory stones, and found a pink memory stone.

That's right, Ye Qiao made their photo stone in women's clothing pink, which can be simply called "Pink Memories".

The girl in the picture is wearing a pink dress that covers her lower body and is holding a floral umbrella, making her figure appear extremely hazy and beautiful.

Mingxuan stared blankly at the image on the recording stone, feeling it looked increasingly familiar. "Wait..."

He had a bad feeling. Recalling the previous scene, Mingxuan seemed to realize that the content of her image stone might not be fake. He panicked and said, "Don't release it!"

Everyone must die, but not society.

Social death is worse than physical death.

Mingxuan didn't want to watch the scene of his public execution. In a panic, he tried to break the recording stone, but once the recording stone was broken, the image would not be dispersed until the time was up.

The girl on the photo stone turned her head slightly, and he froze on the spot. Mingxuan felt that although he seemed to be alive, he was actually dead.

To be honest, Mingxuan thinks he's quite suitable for women's clothing; at least his face is fine.

The key question is, why does he walk like a giant, domineering crab when he's dressed as a woman...?

Mingxuan's composure crumbled. His long eyelashes fluttered slightly as he stared blankly at everyone in the scene, his usually nonchalant face losing all expression control.

Is this really him?