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

The heavenly lightning of the Integration Stage caused the world to change. Ye Qinghan was somewhat taken aback, clearly not expecting that someone would advance to the Integration Stage at this time.

He frowned, staring at the great demon before him, a being at the Integration Realm.

Various sword techniques struck his thick-skinned body, seemingly without causing any pain or itch. The snake demon in the Integration stage chuckled, flicked its tail, and said coldly, "You, a mere Void Refinement cultivator, want to fight me? You're still too green."

"Senior Brother..."

Zhu You looked at Ye Qinghan with deep concern.

"careful."

Not only Zhu You was worried, but others were also concerned that Ye Qinghan would not be able to deal with the snake demon and that it would escape and harm the city below.

These words were filled with worry and concern. Ye Qinghan turned her head and nodded slightly to them, "It's alright."

That powerful demon was indeed troublesome, but Ye Qinghan was also extremely resilient. The two sides were locked in a stalemate, and Ye Qinghan was able to get up and pick up his sword to severely injure his opponent even after being beaten countless times.

He was repeatedly struck hard, using a method that nearly killed a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own. The stench of blood filled his lungs, and the boy's breathing became rapid and labored. The great demon had mercilessly pierced him with more than a dozen bloody holes.

The snake demon was also panting heavily and wanted to curse.

I've never seen such a troublesome Refinement Void cultivator.

Ye Qinghan's figure was so thin that he seemed to fall at any moment. However, no matter how hard he tortured him, he could not defeat him completely. If the sword got close to him, he would be finished.

The snake demon flicked its tongue and opened its blood-red maw, attempting to swallow Ye Qinghan whole. As it lunged forward, Ye Qinghan used her sword to forcefully block its foul-smelling mouth.

The sword that broke the water almost let out a sharp cry.

Ugh!!! He's not clean!!!

He's dirty!!

The water-type sword spirit was somewhat fastidious, so Ye Qinghan ignored its screams and raised his hand, his sword energy carrying the force of thunder. A flash of snow-white sword light appeared, the snake demon's eyes widened, and it was slain in one strike.

The snake's head rolled off, getting covered in dust.

The sword reflected the boy's cool and aloof features.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that his aura had already reached the Integration Stage.

Mu Chongxi, standing beside him, was somewhat stunned.

Very competitive.

Not only is Ye Qinghan strong, but so is the senior brother.

The two men took down their opponents almost simultaneously.

In fact, when Mu Chongxi first came to the cultivation world, the person who gave him the concept of strength was his senior brother.

Zhou Xingyun's first assessment of him was lukewarm: "Too weak."

"He's still young," Elder Duan chuckled from the side. "This is our sect's innate sword bone, his talent is on par with that chief disciple of the Sword Inquiry Sect!"

All the elders of Changming Sect placed high hopes on him, believing that he would be the second Ye Qinghan.

Zhou Xingyun looked him up and down for a moment and gave a brief assessment: "Not as good as Ye Qinghan."

When Mu Chongxi arrived, he was treated like a star, but this was the first time he felt like he had been hit on the head, leaving his mind buzzing and his fists clenching unconsciously.

Given equal talent, why say he's inferior to Ye Qinghan?

Perhaps his defiant expression was too obvious, Zhou Xingyun looked at him and said casually, "Then take one of my sword strikes, and I will admit that you are stronger than Ye Qinghan."

The final result was self-evident: Mu Chongxi couldn't even withstand a single sword strike and was utterly dejected.

He pulled himself out of his memories, the Chaoxi Sword in his palm, looking at the formation before him, and then at Mingxuan, whose aura had already reached the Integration Stage. He realized that perhaps... he was not as courageous as Mingxuan.

The junior sister said that his sword intent should be unstoppable.

Instead of being timid and hesitant.

……

Seeing the two merging auras one after another, Yun Que pursed her lips, summoned a spirit sword, and approached Ye Qinghan. "Senior Brother Ye, let me help you."

Her voice was light and cheerful.

"They and I are just ordinary friends."

"I will never associate with them because they are so inhumane."

Ye Qinghan looked at her with a complicated expression, but he did not refuse her help. Among all the sword cultivators, Yun Que was the one who cooperated with him the best. The two of them working together could quickly deal with these powerful beings who had lost their minds.

Seeing that he did not refuse her help, Yun Que breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other side, Duan Hengdao covered his forehead, looking at Mingxuan who had already reached the Integration Stage, and cursed under his breath, muttering incessantly, "It's over, it's over, it's all over."

He didn't dislike Mingxuan, even though the other party had become a demon, but who didn't know that the heavenly lightning of the demon race was the most troublesome? This race, which was hated by the Heavenly Dao, would all die under the heavenly lightning sooner or later.

Mingxuan's actions were tantamount to lighting a lamp in a latrine, courting death.

"I just sent a message, and all the disciples who are coming to help are almost here. Couldn't you have just waited for me?" Duan Hengdao was getting a little frantic; he had indeed gone to call for reinforcements.

The disciples of Chengfeng Sect arrived at the scene immediately using their magical artifacts.

A group of Chengfeng Sect disciples, unaware of what was going on, arrived just in time to see Yun Que and Ye Qinghan join forces to defeat a powerful demon in the Integration Stage.

They were immediately amazed:

"They are truly a perfect match."

"What a perfect couple."

Inside the Changming Sect, Ye Qiao, who was being held by the Seventh Elder, was in so much pain that her consciousness became blurred for a few seconds.

Suddenly, his external consciousness swept across the area and he unconsciously overheard the conversation of the group of people outside.

Her internal organs were almost crushed, her meridians were broken inch by inch, her face was pale, and she was in a terrible state.

But Ye Qiao still found the scene quite funny.

Teacher, it seems like everyone in our Changming Sect is dying, so why are there still people acting as background NPCs enjoying some sweet moments?

Mu Li: "..."

Her inner monologue was truly captivating.

To be tortured into this terrible state and still be able to smile, that's an amazing mentality.

Ye Qiao was not only stubborn, but also incredibly tough. Despite being beaten so badly that not a single part of her body was unharmed, she didn't utter a sound. People can do anything under the stimulation of death and pain, yet even after being tortured to the point of near death, she still didn't reveal any of her trump cards.

The Seventh Elder finally believed the fact that she was a poor wretch.

Without hesitation, he slammed his palm down on her skull, shattering her head. He felt that with his combined attack, this brat was doomed. After striking her, he coldly flicked his sleeve and casually tossed her aside.

Before her skull was shattered, the myriad beings suddenly enveloped her, protecting her layer by layer like a baby being wrapped, with a faint green light flashing within.

The moment the Seventh Elder raised his hand, the pupils of the disciples hidden within the formation constricted violently.

"Ye Qiao!"

"Junior Sister."

At this moment, all the disciples of Changming Sect forgot her instructions and rushed towards the Seventh Elder with their weapons. Countless spirit swords and talismans were suspended in the air. The sect's teachings over the years were not to let them hide behind their disciples when they encountered trouble. However, the inner disciple had died too tragically, which made them want to retreat. So they obediently did not move.

They had been so well protected for so long that they had forgotten that as members of the Changming Sect, there was no reason for them to hide behind their direct disciples.

A snow-white sword shadow emerged clearly from the mystical swords of a group of sword cultivators below, and together with the talisman, it swept from below towards the Seventh Elder.

While Ye Qiao was stalling for half a day, they were also practicing sword incantations and spell seals. Most of them were sword cultivators from the Changming Sect, but there were also some talisman cultivators, though their cultivation levels were all very low.

Even so, the simultaneous release of tens of thousands of sword techniques and talismans still caused considerable trouble for the Seventh Elder.

With the disciples providing cover, the moment Ye Qiao was thrown away, the Han Guang Shovel, which had been hidden in the mustard seed bag for a long time, was finally successfully taken out.

The moment it touched the barrier, the handle of the Radiant Shovel suddenly lengthened. After finding the weak point of the formation, the bright Radiant Shovel gathered all the spiritual energy and shoveled upwards fiercely!

"Click"

In an instant, the formation began to crack little by little, like a spider weaving a web.

At that moment, Mingxuan and Ye Qiao raised their hands in perfect unison, and the spell to break the formation was pressed against each other in their palms. With a swift and precise strike, they shattered the formation!

With a "whoosh," the entire Changming Sect was shaken and went numb. Those with lower cultivation levels were instantly blown away by the airflow of the ancient formation. Ye Qiao was also shaken and disoriented. As she was thrown away, a pale green light tightly enveloped her, repairing her broken meridians.

The moment a domain senses danger, all living things will instinctively protect their master.

Being caught in it is equivalent to being invincible for a few seconds.

A few seconds was enough for her to catch her breath. Ye Qiao took a breath, her nasal cavity full of blood. She bit down on the top-grade pill, and the effect was immediate. All the discomfort was swept away. She bent her knees, held the Han Guang shovel in her hand, and looked up to see the ever-changing scenery of the world.

Her lips twitched. Logically speaking, given her and Mingxuan's level of cultivation...

Even with the Han Guang Shovel in hand, it would take five spell seals to finish it off. Ye Qiao was prepared for a long battle, but she never expected it to shatter with just one palm strike. She was quite puzzled.

It wasn't until he heard the faint sound of thunder in the sky that he finally understood why a single palm strike could shatter the ancient formation.

Because Mingxuan's mother actually chose to break through to the next realm.

Ye Qiao wasn't this devastated even when she was being thrown around.

After all, it was she who was struck down during his tribulation.

That damned lightning will never let her go.

After Ye Qiao shuddered violently, she quickly calmed down and realized that Ming Xuan could not have broken through his cultivation level for no reason. He must have seen something happening inside the Changming Sect.

As the barrier closed in, Duan Hengdao's eyes lit up, and he cheered, "The barrier is shattered!"

Ye Qiao glanced over and found that the first to arrive at the battlefield were those gay guys from Chengfeng Sect... oh no, those crazy guys.

She asked, "Where are the others? Just you guys?"

Duan Hengdao also saw her.

His sea of ​​consciousness was very strong, and he could see the situation inside the Changming Sect clearly. Duan Hengdao had a pretty good impression of her. It was rare for a talisman cultivator to be able to break an ancient formation and go toe-to-toe with a Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Are we not good enough?" Duan Hengdao scratched his head.

Ye Qiao paused for a moment: "I don't know if you've ever heard the saying, 'A difference of one realm is like heaven and earth.'"

Even Xie Chuxue couldn't defeat the Seventh Elder; their only role was to buy time.

What they need now is a sword cultivator at the Integration Stage. Ye Qinghan is not suitable; a newly promoted Integration Stage cultivator is not worthy of fighting that old monster.

"Or perhaps a few sect leaders would be fine?"

Of the five sects, only Qin Fanfan and the sect leader of the Wenjian Sect are true sword cultivators; the other three sect leaders are all fragile.

But it doesn't matter. Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang. Ye Qiao felt that if the sect leaders could come, they could take down the Seventh Elder if they ganged up on him.

Duan Hengdao laughed: "You're dreaming. This is an internal conflict within your sect. Why should other sect leaders abandon their own sects to help you?" If it were demons, they might help, but it's an internal conflict, so they have to resolve it themselves.

Ye Qiao said regretfully, "Okay."

While she and Duan Hengdao were talking, the Seventh Elder was also annoyed by the sudden commotion. When he saw countless disciples rushing in, his face turned sinister, and he stared at Ye Qiao.

Their gazes were like knives, their chilling stare driving Ye Qiao's sword spirits into a frenzy, each clamoring for their swords to be drawn.

The sword spirit was warlike, but when she faced off against the Seventh Elder, she didn't even have to use a single sword. Not only were they forbidden from speaking during the trial, they weren't even allowed to draw their swords.

Everyone's about to go crazy from holding it in.

Ye Qiao's expression changed slightly, and Duan Hengdao asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Qiao: "It's nothing."

She remained remarkably calm: "My Zihan, Zihan, and Zihan all seem to have gone mad."

The three warlike spirit swords, Frost Sword and Shadow Sword, were already running wildly within the domain, making Ye Qiao's head buzz.

Duan Hengdao: "..."

During the time she was communicating with Duan Hengdao, the Seventh Elder casually waved his hand, completely disregarding the group of disciples, and Yun Que also followed him in.

Ye Qinghan broke through to the Integration Stage and was busy dealing with the chaos outside. Yun Que followed in to see how the Seventh Elder was doing. Her gaze, which was originally quite peaceful, changed slightly when she inadvertently caught sight of the female cultivator next to Duan Hengdao.

Is it her?

Yun Que will never forget this face in her lifetime.

Back then, this woman helped her a lot.

Finally, his spiritual root was cut off, and he was pierced through the heart with a sword.

Yun Que immediately disregarded the trivial matter of having her relationship with the Seventh Elder discovered. She sided with the Seventh Elder in a flustered manner, saying, "Elder."

She relied heavily on the Seventh Elder, and her panic was visibly palpable: "Who is that person?"

"A newly accepted disciple of the Changming Sect." The Seventh Elder's expression turned sinister as he spoke, looking at the Han Guang shovel in her hand, finding it hard to believe that she hadn't been killed by his palm strike.

Careless.

It seems that this protégé definitely has some trump cards up his sleeve.

Yun Que's eyes widened: "She's Ye Qiao from the Yueqing Sect! No wonder... no wonder she targeted me..."

She murmured, "Because of what I did back then..."

They dug out her spiritual root back then!

Yun Que was afraid of being overheard, so she didn't dare to finish her sentence and only frantically hinted at it to the other party.

The Seventh Elder guessed the meaning behind her words, frowned, but...

"Isn't she dead?" That disciple's talent is indeed quite good, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen her as Yun Que's stepping stone. Someone who has been dead for several years, could she have been resurrected now?

yes!!

She also remembered that the inner disciple had died long ago.

That's why Yun Que panicked, fearing that the other party might reveal something that would ruin her completely.

The girl pinched her palm hard, pursed her lips, and silently said "sorry" in her heart. Don't blame her for being ruthless; everyone has to look out for themselves.

Yun Que decisively drew her spirit sword, her voice clear and upright, "Let me help you deal with her."

The Luoshui Sword was already in her palm. The gentle female sword spirit materialized and softly rested against her side, causing quite a stir.

The Seventh Elder was naturally delighted with this, as Yun Que was by no means weak.

She had so many treasures that even he was envious.

Those stronger than Yun Que are not as wealthy as her, and those wealthier than her are not as gifted as Yun Que.

With her dealing with Ye Qiao, who's as resilient as a cockroach, the Seventh Elder can focus on dealing with these reckless disciples.

With the Seventh Elder's permission, Yun Que slowly drew his sword.

Raising his hand, he aimed the Luoshui Sword at Ye Qiao.

The two suddenly found themselves in a standoff.

No one expected that Yun Que, as a righteous disciple, would choose to help the Seventh Elder, and the people of Changming Sect were even more shocked.

"Junior Sister, her swordsmanship is very high!" A disciple below shouted, signaling Ye Qiao to be careful.

"She's a dual-cultivation junior sister!!"

Ye Qiao had withstood the Seventh Elder's relentless attacks for so long, how could she possibly fight against Yun Que, a sword cultivator?

Their hearts were in their throats.

Ye Qiao let out a cry of surprise, seeing the murderous intent in Yun Que's eyes, and slowly put away the talisman. To be honest, her Zihan, or rather, her sword spirits, had long been eager for it.

Ye Qiao smiled brightly, but Jun did not appear in her palm. She turned the palm slightly.

"..."

A stick?

stick?

"Are you kidding me?"

Yun Que's lips curled up, but before he could finish mocking her, he saw the pitch-black stick rapidly transform into something else in Ye Qiao's palm.

……sword.