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

The golden tower suddenly magnified before her eyes. Unable to dodge in time, Yun Que was sucked into the Ghost King Tower. Ye Qiao sneered, grasped her domain, and stepped into the Ghost King Tower, ready to play with her slowly.

……

Ye Qinghan and Ming Xuan cooperated, while the sword cultivators from Qin Huai looked for an opportunity to make their move. Despite being outnumbered, the Seventh Elder was still holding his own. These disciples were very difficult to deal with, and he was unable to break free. However, at this moment, the Seventh Elder quickly found an opening with a quick glance.

Mu Chongxi and Ye Qinghan have the same talent and are not low in cultivation, but they lack their own sword intent.

This is quite amusing. The Seventh Elder, seeing a sword cultivator who couldn't find his sword intent, assumed he was eager to escape the encirclement after his breakthrough and wanted to temporarily disappear from everyone's sight. Then, he struck Mu Chongxi with a spirit banner. The boy's knees buckled, and his soul was violently shaken by the banner, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

The Seventh Elder's eyes lit up, and he coldly swept his gaze over him. Suddenly, he covered the man's shoulder with one hand, and spiritual energy surged, as if trying to make him explode and die.

"If it weren't for Ye Qinghan, and given your considerable talent, I might have spared your life."

Pity.

With a cold and indifferent expression, he casually pointed his finger. In an instant, he sensed the aura of a peak Nascent Soul sword cultivator. Countless Xuan swords seemed to be driven away, and in a flash, ten thousand swords were suspended in the air. The Seventh Elder then pointed his two fingers together again, and the thousands of Xuan swords in the air were at his command.

In an instant, ten thousand swords swooped down on Mu Chongxi and the crowd below.

A naturally born sword bone that even he couldn't find his own sword intent. He scoffed inwardly, naturally not something to fear.

Mingxuan tore the teleportation talisman to shreds and landed it beside the Seventh Elder. He then launched a flying kick and slammed it into the Seventh Elder's abdomen. The Seventh Elder was a true mage, but his physical skills were very weak.

No one expected that Mingxuan, a talisman cultivator, could fight in close combat. The Seventh Elder was caught off guard and was caught off guard. Mingxuan seized the opportunity to tear up the teleportation talisman and take Mu Chongxi away, quickly creating distance between them.

The two were indeed from the same sect, and their expressions were surprisingly consistent at this moment. Mu Chongxi and Ming Xuan both stared at him coldly. To be precise, it was the Seventh Elder's sword technique that was extremely similar to the Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Origin.

"Ye Qinghan!! Stop those swords!!" Upon seeing thousands of Xuan swords falling below, Mu Chongxi's voice was anxious, almost a shout.

Ye Qinghan and he were both born with sword bones, but Mu Chongxi was not confident that he could intercept them. He could only hope that Ye Qinghan could stop them.

Ye Qinghan's expression was solemn. He tried to summon the Broken Water Sword to intercept them. Two auras of innate sword bones spread out. The Seventh Elder grinned and crushed their auras. Taking advantage of Mu Chongxi's injury, he pressed his advantage and waved the spirit banner in one hand while fiercely swinging his sword in the other.

The Xuan Sword below, propelled downwards, was like a whirlwind, unstoppable.

A sword pierced the heart of a disciple below. Mingxuan was slightly startled, not expecting the old man to use this trick.

When tens of thousands of Xuan swords fell, the peak masters of the twelve peaks almost went mad. Their Changming Sect had few people to begin with, and they had all been led into the sect when the disciples were around ten years old. They all regarded those disciples as their lifeblood.

Watching the Seventh Elder shatter the souls of his disciples with a single palm strike, all he could hear were the screams of those disciples. Their highest cultivation level was only the Refinement of Void Realm, and most of them were only at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm. They couldn't even keep up with the speed of those in the Integration Realm.

Duan Hengdao immediately used all his defensive magical artifacts and magic weapons to protect the people around him, but he could only protect a limited number of people. The other elders also brought out their magic weapons, but the Xuan Sword still took away countless people. The Grand Elder's eyes were bloodshot.

One by one, pale faces were pierced through the chest and head by a sword. He could no longer control himself and let out a roar, "Ah!"

The deep voice pierced the scene, carrying an indescribable anger and sorrow.

At this moment, the spiritual energy around the old man suddenly surged wildly!

……

Inside the Ghost King Tower, both of their cultivation levels were suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage. She was extremely agitated at the moment, while Yun Que was still completely bewildered. She had only seen a small tower take her inside, and then she knew nothing more.

Suddenly, her Void Refinement realm was suppressed to the Nascent Soul stage, which terrified her.

Unlike Ye Qiao and the others who climbed up step by step through various realms, Yun Que relied on the Chaos Tower to cultivate and ascended to the heavens in one step. She was not very familiar with the Nascent Soul realm at all. When she saw Ye Qiao walking towards her, she hurriedly cracked her whip.

Ye Qiao grabbed the long whip that Yun Que was flying at her, kicked Yun Que away, and stabbed her with her sword, trying to kill her. Yun Que had a protective dragon scale on her chest. Ye Qiao glared fiercely at the little prince outside.

The young prince, who was watching the battle, scratched his head. He was a dragon and had a natural spiritual eye, so he could see the scene inside. Suddenly, Ye Qiao glared at him, and he felt inexplicably guilty and dared not meet Ye Qiao's gaze.

Ye Qiao, inside the Ghost King Tower, swung her sword fiercely once more. With three strikes, she finally pierced through the damned protective scale and stabbed Yun Que, who was unable to dodge and was struck by her sword, letting out a scream.

Ye Qiao was about to stab a second time when she suddenly noticed that Yun Que's eyes had changed.

Her eyes, which were once bright and innocent, have now turned unusually cold, as if they could freeze a person in place with a single glance.

Grass.

Is it because they realized they couldn't beat them, so they simply switched to someone else?

Mu Li was eager to try: "Make way, make way, Ye Qiao, I'll do it."

Ye Qiao: "Get out of here, we'll talk later."

Mu Li was silenced by her shout.

She's so irritable! Who upset her again?

Ye Qiao was indeed inexplicably irritable, and she also felt a bit strange. Just then, she suddenly felt a surge of spiritual energy outside. Her heart skipped a beat. Having experienced the self-destruction of demonic beasts, she was naturally familiar with what was going on with such a big commotion.

Ye Qiao's face turned ugly, and she immediately thought of the original plot.

She always believed that she had changed the original plot.

But in reality, after the poison proved ineffective and the plan failed, the Seventh Elder was forced to step forward prematurely. In the midst of the slaughter, some elders would inevitably be unable to bear seeing their disciples being treated like ants and killed at will. The First Elder, though hot-tempered, was also decisive.

Ye Qiao touched the secret book in her hand, took a deep breath, glanced coldly at Yun Que who had switched places, and ordered the tower spirit: "Lock her up inside and wait for me to come back and deal with her."

"Okay." The tower spirit fluttered its wings, behaving obediently.

The Dark Book, on the other hand, is lazy and doesn't want to move.

But Ye Qiao was very agitated at this moment, and she said lightly, "If we can't save them—"

She clenched the book in her hand, rushed out of the Ghost King Tower, and said briefly, "Then you might as well not live either."

The hidden message reads: "..." Ye Qiao, you have no mother.

*

The aura of the self-destruction swept across the Jade Cry Peak site instantly, and everyone's expression changed.

At this moment, the scene was filled with the aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator self-destructing. Even the Seventh Elder himself did not expect to be forced to self-destruct at the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

This is fantastic.

With the Grand Elder leading the way, and a second Peak Master choosing to self-destruct to save himself, the remaining people were not only hampered by the thousands of Xuan Swords hovering in the air, but also by those living corpses that were dead but not destroyed. Only by completely destroying them could the situation be broken.

The self-destruction would be catastrophic. For the sake of the children behind them, they exchanged a bitter glance, sighed softly, and slowly expanded their inner cores. They had no other choice.

As the aura of three consecutive self-destructions spread, even Xie Chuxue, who was fighting the Ghost King outside, felt it. He was slightly taken aback, but his expression quickly remained unchanged.

After countless reincarnations, he has accepted it.

Although it is unclear what exactly happened, it is obvious that self-destruction was the best option when cornered, and he would have made the same choice if he were in that situation.

New disciples represent the future and hope of the sect, and the killing within the sect must be stopped at all costs.

Each disciple was someone they had painstakingly raised. To watch them die in vain before their eyes would be like having their hearts ripped out. How could they bear such a scene?

The Ghost King exuded a chilling aura, his grin revealing a strange curve, clearly sensing the situation. "It seems your Changming Sect is facing a calamity."

Every cultivator faces tribulations, though the severity varies. However, the tribulation of the Changming Sect is a collective disaster, which is extremely rare.

Xie Chuxue waved the talisman. He was at the peak of the Integration Realm, which was more than enough to deal with a Ghost King.

The Ghost King was indeed troublesome and not easily killed. Xie Chuxue flicked her wrist, summoning a Soul-Scattering Whip from the Buddhist and Taoist traditions, and suddenly swept it towards him, shouting, "Get lost!"

He was determined to utterly destroy this sarcastic evil spirit.

His expression was cold, and his actions were ruthless. The Ghost King never expected that this cultivator would have such a fiery temper. He had seemed so approachable and smiling before! How could he be so unreasonable now?

The whip would scatter the three souls when it struck.

Nonsense! His family is about to die. If anyone dares to make sarcastic remarks, Xie Chuxue will crush them to ashes.

The Ghost King could only scatter as if fleeing for his life. Xie Chuxue couldn't kill him, and he couldn't do anything to Xie Chuxue either. The two could only wait it out like this.

In his previous life, Xie Chuxue was held back in the same way. He sneered and cracked his whip. Fortunately, he had enough experience in this life and specially went to the Buddhist and Taoist circles to find a spiritual weapon that was extremely effective against ghosts and monsters.

The young man's eyes were cold and gloomy. "Give him a death."

……

Everyone knows what self-destruction means.

Those who do not enter the cycle of reincarnation will perish, their soul and spirit annihilated.

"Elder!"

A group of disciples' voices rang out in unison, heart-wrenching and their eyes bloodshot.

Once they self-destruct, the process is irreversible. They cannot control it, nor can they stop it. Their stunned expressions revealed a hint of grief and fear; they had already foreseen their fate.

The elders understood better than anyone the consequences of self-destruction.

During this process, it was completely out of control, as if being propelled by an invisible force, and the inner core continued to expand until it finally exploded.

Unless they themselves attempt to terminate it.

In reality, once they self-destruct, they are no longer under their own control, and there is no turning back.

Elder Zhao knew this better than anyone else, but having been with the Changming Sect for a full century, how could he just stand by and watch those disciples go to their deaths?

His face was as pale as paper, as if the vitality of life was draining from him. Yet he continued to urge his inner core onward, as if trying to squeeze out every last bit of his strength.

His voice was broken and intermittent, as if each word was spoken with all his might: "Xue Yu, good child. The Changming Sect will be entrusted to you and Zhou Xingyun from now on..."

Xue Yu is an incurable simp, a fact known to everyone. But apart from that, he has no other flaws.

With the teachings of the patriarchs of the Changming Sect, which Zhou Xingyun combined, he felt very reassured.

The elders' voices grew softer and softer, as if they might dissipate in the wind at any moment. Their eyes remained fixed on Xue Yu for a long time. They were the future hope of the Changming Sect, and also his last hope...

"Then why don't you consider handing the sect over to me?" Suddenly, Ye Qiao's clear voice rang out.