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

Ye Qinghan's cold, indifferent gaze fixed on her, a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. "What are you and the Seventh Elder doing?"

What happened to the promise to never associate with those inhumane people?

Yun Que's cold expression froze slightly, clearly recalling her earlier words, and she hadn't expected to be contradicted so quickly.

"He did me a favor. Don't be so petty." She flicked her sleeve, pointing at the Luoshui sword in Ye Qiao's hand. "Are you really not going to help me?"

This is an internal struggle within the sect, and Ye Qinghan should not interfere.

But he still wanted to help Changming Sect.

That Seventh Elder really doesn't seem like a kind person.

The leaders of the five sects are all somewhat difficult to deal with. Although they do not require their disciples to come from certain backgrounds, they are still extremely strict with them. Among them, only Qin Fanfan is easy to talk to and even protects her own.

His disciples were all wonderful in every way, protective of their own and good-natured with cheerful dispositions, which Ye Qinghan quite envied.

If it were his own sect, those who deviated from the norm, such as Ming Xuan, Mu Chongxi, Ye Qiao, and Xue Yu, would have been killed long ago.

...Only Qin Fanfan's good temper allowed her to tolerate their antics.

Ye Qiao leaned closer to him, brandishing the Luoshui Sword. The murderous intent, sharp as the sound of breaking water, washed over him. Without changing her expression, she asked, "I killed your wife. You don't mind, do you?"

Ye Qinghan paused slightly, then asked indifferently, "You can kill her?"

Ye Qiao: "..."

That contemptuous tone was a bit much, wasn't it? Clearly, no one but himself was worthy of killing Yun Que.

If anyone else had touched Yun Que, they would have died.

She and Yun Que were essentially going their separate ways.

These people formed a united front and resolutely refused to associate with someone as wicked as the Seventh Elder. Yun Que was forced to stand on the opposite side of everyone. She pursed her lips, feeling that these people made her seem like some kind of bad guy.

In a conflict between sects, choosing to side with either side is perfectly acceptable.

As the saying goes, "If you don't see eye to eye, even half a sentence is too much." Zhu You couldn't stand her righteous tone when questioning her senior brother. Her expression was cold. "You two haven't become Daoist partners yet. Show some respect when you speak to the chief of our Sword Inquiry Sect."

If Chu Xingzhi, that idiot, were here, he would have drawn his sword as soon as Yun Que spoke.

Ye Qiao fanned the flames: "Exactly! Show some respect when you speak to our Chief."

"..." What does this have to do with you?

Zhu You ignored Ye Qiao, and Yun Que also didn't respond to the conversation. He nocked a crescent arrow, aimed at them, and said, "Then let's see who's the best."

Having studied swordsmanship for so many years, Yun Que inevitably picked up some of the impulsiveness and straightforwardness of a sword cultivator. With a flick of her finger, the girl nocked an arrow, drew it to its full length, raised her chin slightly, and exuded a cold, murderous aura.

Yunque is known for having countless magical artifacts.

"Get out of the way!"

The Moon Arrow is renowned for its ability to break through enemy lines with a single arrow; its speed and power are truly remarkable.

At this point, it all came down to whose magical weapon was more powerful. Ye Qiao shielded them from behind, her crescent crossbow swift as the wind. She leaned back, drew the bow, and the arrow, like a drawn bowstring, shot forth with a swirling light. The pale yellow arrow, gleaming with a flowing light, burst forth!

The two arrows clashed, and it was clear that the crescent crossbow was more lethal. As the main attacking arrow, the crescent crossbow mercilessly crushed the bright moon arrow with one shot, and then pierced through the crowd behind Yun Que.

"hiss……"

Such destructive power.

Ye Qiao sneered, looking at Yun Que's pale face.

What are you showing off for? Acting like nobody doesn't have a magic arrow.

She brought the Crescent Crossbow not only because it was the only magical weapon she had ever seen in the Crescent Moon Spirit Clan, but also because she was actually quite envious of the Moonlit Arrows of the Moonlit Clarity Sect.

The drawing of the bow resembled the soft, pale moonlight.

Now there's no need to be envious. As a magical artifact of the Spirit Clan, the Crescent Crossbow resembles a bright new moon when drawn, and its arrows are fast, accurate, and highly lethal.

"What...what kind of magical artifact is this?"

"The Half-Moon Spirit Clan."

"Wasn't the Elven race wiped out long ago?"

Therefore, Ye Qiao's identity is truly shrouded in mystery.

They exchanged a glance, their lips twitching in unison. Even the wealthy and powerful Chengfeng Sect members couldn't help but gasp when they saw so many innate spiritual artifacts.

The difference between a spiritual weapon crafted later and one born innately is enormous.

Innate spiritual artifacts are born with a spirit, and their strength is incomparable to that of ordinary spiritual artifacts.

Those innate spiritual artifacts are truly blessed by heaven and earth, nurtured by the spirit of heaven and earth. Any one of them would be a rare treasure in the hands of a cultivator.

However, Yun Que and Ye Qiao each possessed a primordial spiritual weapon. Yun Que had a dragon pearl from the South China Sea swirling around her, while Ye Qiao had a golden lotus of merit spinning beside her. They also each held a bow and arrow, not to mention their spiritual swords.

It's like they think innate spiritual artifacts are worthless.

"Where did she get all this stuff?"

"Didn't she say she was down on her luck?" they couldn't help but ask themselves.

"Yes, she said she couldn't even afford food, and the dogs in the sect had all starved to death. These are Ye Qiao's exact words." The speaker also noticed the strange looks from his fellow disciples, who seemed to be questioning their senior sister who was deliberately smearing them.

He also protested his innocence, saying, "I really didn't intentionally smear Ye Qiao! That's exactly what she said."

"What do you mean by 'Ye Qiaoqiao'? Show some respect, she's our senior sister."

"Awoooooo!"

"Senior Sister is breathtakingly beautiful; Ye Qiao is unparalleled in the world!"

That's why people say that everyone in a major sect is a talent; they've already come up with slogans in just a few seconds.

Ye Qiao felt a chill run down her spine from the awkwardness.

Ordinary people wouldn't recognize the Crescent Crossbow, but the elders could tell the origin of this magical weapon. Yun Que couldn't help but bite her lip lightly and glanced at the bow and arrow in Ye Qiao's hand, feeling a sense of displeasure at being outdone.

Both are innate spiritual artifacts, but the Bright Moon Arrow is indeed somewhat weaker.

Yun Que held the dragon pearl in her hand and gently stroked it. Fortunately, she had enough magical treasures.

Zhou Xingyun, who had arrived silently, suddenly shoved the little prince in front of him, almost causing him to kneel down. He glared at the human with some annoyance, then stretched out his hand confidently and said crisply to the girl in front of him, "Give it back to me."

Yunque: "?"

"What?" She was bewildered by this eccentric little dragon.

He wants the Dragon Ball back? Ha, that's incredibly capricious. Yun Que really wasn't lying; the Dragon Ball was indeed a gift from the young prince, which completely baffled her.

Ao Li's eyes flickered. If the loss of the Dragon Pearl really caused the city to be submerged and swept into the South China Sea, then every life lost would be karma, which even the Dragon Clan, with its unique advantages, could not easily erase. The Heavenly Dao really liked these humans. "I have to put the Dragon Pearl back. Otherwise, my father will beat me."

If he were five hundred years old, he would be the most powerful among all! If he were five thousand years old, he would be the Dragon King of the South Sea, stirring up the winds and clouds of the cultivation world!

Ao Li couldn't help but feel sad, but he was only fifteen years old. He was still a baby, and he would get a spanking if he did something wrong!