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

The Dragon Ball belongs to the South China Sea. Since the young prince was able to bring it out of the South China Sea, he naturally has a way to take it back from Yun Que.

Ao Li snapped his fingers, and the shimmering dragon pearl suddenly broke free from Yun Que's grasp, flying to the boy's fingertip and lingering there. He gently squeezed it, looking at Yun Que's drastically changed expression, and tightened his grip on the dragon pearl, saying each word clearly, "I'll take this with me for now."

Yun Que was embarrassed by this unexpected turn of events and gritted her teeth, "But didn't you say you'd give it to me?"

"Yes." The little prince looked at her strangely, "If you agree to come back to the Dragon Palace with me, I will naturally offer you the Dragon Pearl of the South Sea." Their dragon clan is very trustworthy.

"But you didn't agree either."

So what's wrong with him coming back?

The Dragon Clan's chosen one of destiny, he only clung to Yun Que because he saw her as exceptionally gifted and wanted to bring her back to the Dragon Clan. Little did he expect that the chosen one of destiny would live up to his name, as he was surrounded by so many beautiful women. Before Ao Li could even prepare to show his prowess and crush those lowly demons, he was punished by Zhou Xingyun.

Ao Li is a mischievous kid who does things entirely based on his own whims.

Zhou Xingyun said that many cultivators had died in the South China Sea, which scared him into being honest. Ao Li muttered, "At worst, I can go and repay this karma in the future."

The dragon race is indeed favored by the heavens. Zhou Xingyun remained silent, only looking at him coldly.

In the end, it's just a matter of a few people dying. As long as no major mistakes are made, Heaven will not easily punish the Dragon Clan. If the young prince can realize his mistakes in time, then he can continue to be the prince happily. From beginning to end, the only people affected by their love and hatred are ordinary people.

Yun Que had many trump cards in her hand, but she couldn't withstand them all being snatched away one by one. Her eyes reddened: "Are you going to abandon me like him?"

Ye Qinghan, who was being pointed at, blinked.

The young prince said solemnly, "Of course I support you in spirit."

You can provide emotional support, but not physical support.

Because of his physical body, he would be attacked if he returned to the South China Sea.

Yun Que: "..."

Seeing that the young prince was determined to take back the Dragon Pearl, and no amount of pleading would have any effect, her heart hardened, and she said softly, "But Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things like straw dogs. Their deaths... only prove that they were not strong enough."

The law of the cultivation world is survival of the fittest. If you have to worry about this and that, what kind of cultivation path are you going to cultivate?

Those who achieve great things never hesitate because of these things.

Ye Qinghan was somewhat disappointed. He didn't expect Yun Que to share his views, but at the very least, he couldn't remain indifferent knowing that the loss of the Dragon Pearl would cause the South China Sea to become turbulent and result in countless deaths and injuries. "It's already difficult enough for ordinary people to survive. The Dragon Pearl of the South China Sea really shouldn't be touched."

"Yes," Ye Qiao agreed.

Ye Qinghan: "If you want treasures, there are so many heavenly treasures in the cultivation world. I can go with you to get them, and I'll give them all to you then."

Ye Qiao: "Yes, yes, yes."

Yun Que bit her lip. "Innate spiritual artifacts aren't so easy to obtain. They're something you can only hope to encounter by chance." Even if she were lucky enough to find one, whether she could form a contract with it was another matter entirely.

Ye Qinghan was speechless for a moment. He lowered his eyes, never expecting that one day he would be able to say those two words to Yun Que: "Shameless".

Ye Qiao: "That's right."

Ye Qinghan: "..."

Qin Huai suddenly patted her on the shoulder, leaned closer, and asked curiously, "Don't you have any lines of your own, Ye Qiao?"

She was just like an uncultured repeating machine, frantically echoing Ye Qinghan.

"Excuse me." Ye Qiao then realized that she had been slacking off quite obviously. Jun was not in her hand. "I am following the way of the common people and the way of loving the world. I really can't agree with your remarks, so can you guys stop talking nonsense and kill the Seventh Elder first?"

Ye Qiao's sudden outburst of anger startled them all. To be honest, her cold expression was truly frightening.

Ye Qinghan didn't dare to speak.

They pursed their lips, not daring to refute or ask any questions, and at the same time drew their spirit swords.

The group, who had been chatting amicably, suddenly turned hostile and attacked the Seventh Elder with their spirit swords in hand.

It was a pipe dream for Yun Que to think she could stop so many Void Refinement cultivators by herself. She hurriedly shouted, "Elder! Be careful!"

However, when the Seventh Elder saw Ye Qinghan, his eyes lit up with greed. His hoarse voice and the sickly smile on his face, which was as thin as a dried corpse, seemed to be mocking Ye Qinghan's overestimation of his abilities, or celebrating that he had finally waited for this day. "I never thought that you would choose the path to hell when there is one."

The Seventh Elder's eyes were filled with greed and desire. He slowly raised his hand and pressed it down on their heads. Various sword lights shot out. He suddenly clenched his palm, and in an instant, all the sword energies turned to ashes.

Ye Qinghan, Zhou Xingyun, Qin Huai, Mu Chongxi.

All the most outstanding swordsmen of the younger generation are here.

Beside them, Mingxuan, a cultivator at the Integration Stage, silently surrounded the Seventh Elder.

Even Ye Qiao couldn't help but exclaim in amazement, "What a grand scene!"

This was something she had never seen before in her world. Even during the battle at Bibo Pool, the highest level they had reached when they gathered together was only the Nascent Soul stage. Now, with the combined energy of the Body Refinement and the Void Refining stage intertwined, those at the Foundation Establishment stage were kneeling on the ground, trembling uncontrollably under the pressure. She had never realized the gap between herself and those people so clearly.

"You should all conceal your presence."

The talisman master of Fufeng had an icy expression, dissolving the intertwined pressure. Only then could the disciples below tremble and catch their breath, their breathing becoming softer. Their eyes held undisguised awe.

Ye Qiao, a Nascent Soul cultivator, lazily mingled in the Void Refining and Body Integration stage without showing any signs of being affected.

The four of them gathered together, their various sword energies clashing, with Ye Qinghan's being the most powerful.

"Elders, go help those people." Duan Hengdao pointed to his disciples below. "Leave this to us."

The Seventh Elder had spent decades cultivating a group of Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators in order to plot against Changming Sect. The inner disciples were alright, but the outer disciples and a group of young children who had just entered the sect were unable to resist. Only Xue Yu was holding on and leading the children to avoid the attack.

But the most he, a mere alchemist, could do was use the opening of his domain to confuse the movements of those cultivators and trap them within it.

Duan Hengdao grinned, seeing the pale, helpless children on the piece of paper. He took out all the defensive magical artifacts from his mustard seed bag, and with a wave of his hand, they floated down to protect the children who had no ability to fight back.

Xue Yu was like a kindergarten teacher, with a bunch of kids hiding behind him.

Duan Hengdao stood beside him, his lips twitching. Ignoring the eager gazes of the group of little rascals, he asked, "What's the current situation?"

Xue Yu's furrowed brows relaxed slightly: "It seems the situation is alright now." At least the situation has stabilized for the time being, and with so many trusted disciples around, there's no need for excessive panic.

However, he always felt that the cultivators summoned by the Seventh Elder, especially the cultivators themselves, were...

This is not normal.

The abnormality here does not mean that they are evil cultivators, but rather that their fearless and death-insensitive fighting style is indeed somewhat crazy. As the saying goes, "He who has no desires is invincible." They killed a thousand enemies but lost eight hundred of their own, which caused the group of disciples below to be at a disadvantage and show signs of defeat throughout the entire process.

Duan Hengdao also realized that these cultivators seemed to have gone mad, attacking relentlessly, and didn't react much even after their arms were cut off.

He curled his lip slightly. "Why do they look like they've been turned into corpses?"

The whole process was like being a walking corpse.

"...Isn't this some kind of evil magic from your weapon-cultivating sect?"

Duan Hengdao and Xue Yu looked at each other, frowning involuntarily, and simultaneously realized that the other was a weapon cultivator.

Their souls were completely absorbed into the spirit banner, allowing them to fight again even after death—an exceptionally insidious forbidden technique. Duan Hengdao dared not even imagine how much hatred Heaven would feel when it settled accounts with the numerous corpses that had been refined.

Xue Yu exclaimed in amazement, "This looks like a powerful forbidden technique! Why don't you try refining it?"

A few hundred people overwhelmed the thousands of inner and outer disciples of the Changming Sect, yet they still managed to come back to life.

Duan Hengdao stroked his chin and readily agreed: "Sure. When I've lived long enough, I'll try my hand at human alchemy too."

He couldn't even imagine how the Seventh Elder had survived to this day without being killed by the Heavenly Dao.

The Changming Sect had many elders, but even so, they were like a drop in the ocean against so many living corpses, unable to wipe them out at all. Seven elders continuously waved their spirit banners to summon more people, and the living corpses suffered heavy losses on their own, killing a thousand enemies but losing eight of their own. They were forced to retreat in disarray.

and--

"Look at the clouds in the sky," Duan Hengdao said, pulling Xue Yu along and pointing to the sky.

The gathering of dark clouds darkened the entire Changming Sect, and the oppressive wind relentlessly battered the swaying trees on Jade Cry Mountain, creating a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere.

Xue Yu's expression changed: "That's... a tribulation lightning...?"

He was familiar with the lightning tribulation. Looking at the disciples who were fighting with the Seventh Elder, he noticed that two of them had reached the Fusion stage. Logically, having reached the Fusion stage should be a good thing, but what was the reality?

Ye Qinghan doesn't need to worry for the time being; he's worried about Ming Xuan.

The two lightning tribulations combined.

Everyone gritted their teeth, looking at the dark clouds overhead, and couldn't help but shudder. With Ye Qinghan's talent, the lightning tribulation was already terrifying, let alone adding Ming Xuan, who had fallen into demonic possession.

These two combined to break through to a higher realm...

Everyone's hearts sank again.

If they were to be struck by lightning, they might as well not break through to the next realm.

When cultivators undergo tribulation, they cannot be interfered with by any external objects. Once the tribulation descends, Ye Qinghan and Mingxuan have no choice but to find a safe place to meditate in order to avoid failing their breakthrough.

Two fused auras spread across the battlefield in succession. When Elder Zhao saw this, his eyes turned red. "That brat Mingxuan actually broke through to a higher realm? What realm did he break through? How can the Heavenly Dao tolerate him?"

The Heavenly Dao does not allow demonic cultivators to ascend.

Ye Qinghan's talent was on par with others, but because of Heaven's dissatisfaction with the Demon Clan, Mingxuan's lightning tribulation was no less intense than Ye Qinghan's.

The Seventh Elder laughed loudly, looking at his disciples, a smirk playing on his lips, "At this time, you two are truly courting death by undergoing tribulation."

Heaven was on his side.

Mingxuan seemed indifferent, with a carefree attitude as if he had no intention of living today. He then unleashed the Nine Heavens Seven Killings Formation. Ye Qinghan held a sword in one hand, and with a cold sword light, he cleaved open the golden body on the Seventh Elder's body.

The Seventh Elder did not believe that he could be suppressed by two newly promoted Nascent Soul stage cultivators. He waved the spirit banner with his left hand and flipped his right hand, bringing down the spirit sword with great momentum, which caused strange phenomena to appear in the sky!

It's clear they don't intend to let them live.

Four cultivators at the Void Refinement stage and two at the Integration stage were suppressing the Seventh Elder. Despite being the targeted party, they were still not at a disadvantage and were even becoming more and more courageous in the battle. Ye Qiaoxin couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.

Despite losing the Dragon Ball, the Golden Lotus of Merit, and even the Spirit Sword, Yun Que seemed completely unconcerned. He glanced at the battle and laughed, "You're finished."

Once the Seventh Elder becomes the new sect leader, given her relationship with him, she will undoubtedly have another powerful backer. Ye Qiao was annoyed by her words and swung a sword strike at her, saying, "Shut up, I'll deal with you in a bit."

Yun Que flicked her whip, then raised an eyebrow slightly, her voice playful, "You're probably out of options, completely desperate, aren't you?"

She was known for having many opportunities. Being repeatedly suppressed by Ye Qiao's spiritual artifacts made her very unhappy.

Ye Qiao had no time to pay attention to her smugness; she looked at the lightning tribulation in the sky and was overcome with sorrow.

What realm are these two breaking through...?

When the time comes, all the lightning tribulations will fall on you.

"You..." Yun Que was still smugly trying to say something.

Ye Qiao pursed her lips coldly, turned around abruptly, and threw the small golden tower at her without warning.

She held the Myriad Life Form in one hand, her expression icy, ready to show Yun Que the spiritual weapon and sword spirit she had specially reserved for her.