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

The turmoil outside was also noticeable within the sect. When the Nascent Soul and Void Refinement realm cultivators clashed, the earth shook violently. Everyone in the library looked up, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion. "W-what happened?"

Xue Yu frowned deeply. "The aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

And it has already been intercepted by the sword.

Who is fighting against the cultivator in the Fusion stage?

The only people he could think of were his senior brother or Mu Chongxi. After all, even though Changming Sect had performed poorly in the competition, everyone with eyes could see that those two sword cultivators were outstanding, one in a million.

"Was that Senior Brother Zhou who made that noise just now?" A twelve-year-old boy tugged at Xue Yu's sleeve. Seeing the boy looking down at him, he hurriedly asked, "Is something happening outside?"

Upon hearing this, Xue Yu simply replied with a curt "Yes."

The senior brother's sword aura is actually very difficult to discern.

His sword aura was too still, like a breeze passing by without a trace. Xue Yu was not as sensitive to sword energy as a sword cultivator, but he was still a Void Refinement stage cultivator. Yet, at the moment of the collision between the Void Refinement stage cultivators, he did not sense whose sword energy it was. Only the senior brother could achieve such a level of stillness.

"Senior Brother Zhou is amazing!" The boy's eyes lit up with excitement. "I want to become a sword cultivator like Senior Brother Zhou someday!"

Even though the Changming Sect has declined, this sect has never had a mediocre swordsman personally taught by someone.

Oh, wait a minute. Now the worst swordsman has appeared.

That black sheep, Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao was unaware that she was being criticized again. When the turmoil in the outside world affected the sect's internal affairs, the entire library was showing signs of shaking. She immediately hugged the little girl in her arms and cautiously retreated behind the crowd.

Little girl: "Senior sister, I'm so scared."

Ye Qiao: "Shut up, I'm scared too."

The little girl: "..."

"You really know how to hide." Mu Li watched her take a half step back and disappear into the crowd, and his lips twitched. She was definitely the most bizarre cultivator he had ever seen.

In terms of strength, she is absolutely outstanding among the crowd; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she is the only one who can fight on the field.

As a result, aside from obtaining the Han Guang Shovel, she then spent the rest of her time in the library, while the elders and Xue Yu were busy running around, she remained completely hidden.

As long as she doesn't speak and her aura is concealed to a certain extent, she can be ignored by everyone.

In fact, Ye Qiao prefers to plan ahead rather than act rashly without sufficient strength.

According to the plot, Elder Duan and the others sacrificed themselves early in a great battle, while the remaining Elder Zhao and the other elders were all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and the Void Refinement stage.

The most capable elder, Elder Duan, is no longer here, causing the entire Changming Sect to fall apart.

Just then, she caught a whiff of a strange fragrance, very faint, like sandalwood. Ye Qiao frowned, banishing all her emotions, and looked up.

Alchemists are most sensitive to fragrance.

Before anyone else could notice, Xue Yu's brows furrowed as well.

Ye Qiao snapped out of her daze and immediately patted the little girl in front of her, whispering a reminder: "Hold your breath."

The little girl tilted her head in confusion, holding her breath. Although she didn't understand what Ye Qiao meant, she understood the principle of following orders.

"You felt it too?" Xue Yu moved closer to her and asked in a low voice.

Ye Qiao nodded, "Sandalwood."

She was at most an amateur alchemist, far less knowledgeable than Xue Yu, but her sense of smell was very keen, especially the sandalwood scent, which seemed to mask the scent of other spiritual plants.

Xue Yu gently twirled his fingers and whispered to her, "Have you ever heard of a pill that can make someone lose their strength for a short time?"

"I've heard of it." Ye Qiao nodded, met his gaze for a few seconds, and said, "But this kind of pill is of little use to some powerful beings."

Most of those who will be affected are cultivators who have acquired the Qilin Foundation Pill.

In other words, it was aimed at the inner and outer disciples with low cultivation levels. The fragrance spread quickly, and many people were already dizzy and exhausted, leaning against the rows of bookshelves in the library.

"Do you have a cure for the current situation?" Ye Qiao observed everyone's condition, her mood also becoming somewhat gloomy.

Xue Yu gently shook his head.

There are countless such insidious pills in the cultivation world; how could he possibly have all of them on hand? Besides, with so many people present, even if he had the spiritual plants to deal with them, it would be a drop in the ocean. Furthermore, who poisoned them?

The number of alchemists in Changming Sect is already very small, including Xue Yu, Ye Qiao, and a group of Danfeng disciples and their peak masters.

All in all, there are only a dozen or so people.

If anything goes wrong, Danxiu will be the first to be suspected.

But now was not the time to consider such things. Xue Yu quietly informed the elders of the situation, then picked up a brush and wrote down the required spiritual plants on a piece of Xuan paper, signaling some disciples to go to the medicinal herb field to collect them.

The alchemists hurriedly accepted the Xuan paper. The situation was becoming increasingly critical. In their panic, they rushed to the medicinal field to collect herbs.

Ye Qiao stopped them before they could run out, her face ashen: "You might die if you go out."

"What do you mean?"

Curse them?

Ye Qiao gently tossed the book she had been reading, her voice clear and resonating throughout the entire library: "Annihilation Formation. Known as the walking killing formation."

Wherever they went, no one survived.

She found this tattered book in a hidden corner after searching through all the talisman books in the entire library.

The Annihilation Formation was originally designed by a powerful talisman cultivator to deal with troublesome ghosts. However, due to its immense destructive power, it caused the destruction of an entire sect and was lost five hundred years ago. The books in the library only contain fragments of information about it, without any method to break it.

No one knows exactly how that formation attacks people.

The disciple who was killed only saw a beam of light before turning into dust in the next second.

This kind of mobile killing formation means that it can move.

This statement is terrifying; a group of alchemists with no ability to resist would only be sending themselves to their deaths.

Instantly, the alchemists who were about to rush out suddenly felt their legs go weak, their bodies went numb, and they collapsed to the ground. They opened their mouths, only to inhale even more poisonous gas. They instinctively covered their mouths, their weakness becoming increasingly pronounced. "What should we do..."

Those with higher cultivation levels were fine, but the ones who got into trouble were a group of disciples with lower cultivation levels, which meant that the person who poisoned them was not of high cultivation level and their methods were extremely low-level.

Ye Qiao was still smelling the sandalwood scent, but she could still detect other fragrances mixed in.

It was just that it was perfectly masked by another drug effect.

There are very few alchemists in the Changming Sect. Apart from the peak master, only Xue Yu and she understand alchemy.

The original story depicts countless deaths and injuries, which could not possibly be due to just one formation. The longer she stayed here, the more ominous she felt. Especially when one of the elders moved slightly closer to her, Ye Qiao shuddered, feeling like she was about to explode.

It seemed that Jun sensed her emotional fluctuations and was ready to draw his sword at any moment.

Ye Qiao quietly distanced herself from the elders, calmly suppressing the urge to draw her sword. Seeing that the others were becoming increasingly unwell, she took a deep breath.

The elders' expressions varied; some were deep in thought, their faces ashen, while others were pacing anxiously with furrowed brows.

Ye Qiao, who had been acting as if she were invisible, braced her leg against the bookshelf, straightened up, and suddenly raised her voice: "What if I told you that I have enough spiritual plants and antidotes?"

Instantly, all eyes were on her.