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

Ye Qiao didn't have time to argue with Mu Li about these things, so the senior brother quickly said in a low voice, "If you don't want to take responsibility, you don't have to."

This is not her responsibility.

Ye Qiao smiled and waved her hand, "It's alright, that's why I came. I'll try my best to bring most of the people back."

Zhou Xingyun tilted his head to look at her, then smiled very softly: "I believe you."

This statement is purely out of senior brother bias, coupled with pure doting.

After all, junior sister, no matter how you look at it, is someone who needs protection.

He was unaware that in Ye Qiao's world, there was even a saying circulating in the cultivation world: "If you can get Ye Qiao's promise, then your life is secure."

Who wouldn't like to curry favor with someone powerful?

Even those arrogant protégés could flexibly lower their standards, choosing to ignore past grievances and form an alliance with Ye Qiao, demonstrating the joy of being carried to victory.

Ye Qiao said in a light voice, "Okay, remember to find a way to contact Ye Qinghan then. No matter what he's doing, make sure he's there."

It doesn't matter whether he gets cheated on or not, the main thing is to get him to deal with those men as soon as possible.

Ye Qiao had a premonition that the plot, which was only briefly mentioned in the original work, was definitely more than just a bloodbath caused by Yun Que's philandering.

Unable to sleep that night, she had almost finished preparing the talismans and pills. With the remaining time, she decided to plunder some more of the elder's medicinal fields. One of the medicinal fields on Danfeng Peak had already been completely plundered. After finishing, she ran away, and the elder's angry roar echoed throughout the mountain.

She can take whatever she wants, but the problem is that she takes way too much at once.

Many spiritual plants require countless hours and effort to cultivate, and her casually picking one only fueled the growing discontent.

Ye Qiao covered the spiritual plants in the mustard seed bag. She didn't want to either, but the problem was that she really needed them. Besides, spiritual plants are something you can't take with you when you die. If something really happened to Changming Sect, no one would have time to pick spiritual plants.

She not only picked them herself, but also encouraged Xue Yu to go with her.

Unfortunately, they were all rejected.

Ye Qiao regrets that she can only sneak around in the middle of the night to gather as many resources as possible for what she will need.

She's no longer the elders' light in this world, is she? You know, in the past, those elders always turned a blind eye to her behavior of occasionally taking some spiritual plants.

Xie Chuxue, with her good temper, smoothed over many of the elders' questions for her without even asking her why, which made Ye Qiao feel somewhat guilty.

She decided to go and have a chat with her junior uncle.

Ye Qiao had to be careful when chatting with Xie Chuxue, so when Xie Chuxue subtly inquired about the purpose of her trip, Ye Qiao pretended to be clueless the whole time.

Seeing her attitude, Xie Chuxue stopped trying to test her heart.

Ye Qiao thought he had finally lost his enthusiasm for testing her, but unexpectedly Xie Chuxue slowly stood to the side with a nonchalant expression. Suddenly, his eyes turned cold, as if a blade had been revealed, and an invisible pressure heavily enveloped her.

The murderous intent that surged through her body almost made the hairs on Ye Qiao's body stand on end. She suppressed the urge to confront him and calmly looked at her junior uncle in front of her.

He asked her seemingly without any malice, "Xiao Qiao, it is said that the chosen ones of the Heavenly Dao in the cultivation world throughout history have always been saviors who carry swords to save people in times of chaos."

Xie Chuxue looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze and a smile, "Will you be that savior?"

Ye Qiao: "..."

I rely on.

Are you crazy? Who the hell wants to be a savior?

She was almost provoked into drawing her sword by his coldness. This was a difficult question to answer, and it was impossible for him to take the blame. "I didn't."

She knew that if she didn't answer today, Xie Chuxue wouldn't let her off the hook.

Ye Qiao paused for a moment after speaking, her voice slightly choked. To be honest, she was already starting to regret her decision to talk to someone today. "Actually..."

In this oppressive atmosphere, she said, "I am a fish."

Xie Chuxue: "?"

Ye Qiao's initial dream was to be a salted fish.

And now, her dream is halfway to success.

She's already a salted fish without dreams.

After Ye Qiao sincerely explained his thoughts to his junior uncle, Xie Chuxue's expression went blank for a moment. He realized that he couldn't understand human language at all.

Finally, his lips twitched, and he withdrew that invisible pressure, completely surrendering: "Fine, I'll be grateful if you don't plunder the elders' medicinal fields in the future."

Whether you try to probe indirectly or press her for answers, she always avoids the question.

Xie Chuxue couldn't help but wonder if she was just like Mu Chongxi, possessing a kind of beauty and joy that came without thinking?

In Xie Chuxue's mind, the identity of a savior should be someone like Ye Qinghan.

Although he was partially blind, the boy possessed an upright and honest spirit, as well as an indomitable tenacity.

Ye Qiao: "Okay."

"Then, Martial Uncle, shall I take my leave?"

"Oh, right." Saying that, she was about to leave, but then Ye Qiao stopped. She hadn't really come here to have a heart-to-heart talk with him. "Don't you really have any gifts for me? You should know that I'm not the kind of person who cares about gifts. Even if you don't have anything prepared, it's okay, I don't mind."

She paused, then added, "I really don't care."

Xie Chuxue: "..."

He was really annoyed by this brat, but thinking about how he had threatened her earlier, he felt a pang of conscience. Xie Chuxue casually touched the mustard pouch at her waist, tossed it over, and waved her hand with a smile: "A little gift."

The implication was that they should get lost.

"Alright. Thank you for your gift, Uncle-Master."

Ye Qiao quickly opened it and took a look. All of them were of the highest quality. This time, she really ran away.

Xie Chuxue: "..."

He felt like he was being blackmailed!