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

Ye Qinghan's gaze was piercing, so intense that Ye Qiao, who was standing on the vines, also glanced at him.

Ye Qinghan stared straight at him, her eyes filled with doubt, but even more so with shock.

Her lips twitched. In Ye Qinghan's eyes, she seemed to be a creature from outer space, which amazed him like never before.

"What are you looking at?" Ye Qiao said gruffly. "Haven't you ever seen the 'Ten Thousand Swords Return to One' technique before?"

Ye Qinghan was taken aback by the harsh words and lowered her head: "She..."

After a long silence, his face filled with shock, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, he stammered, "That's Ten Thousand Swords Returning to One?"

The sword light flashed like lightning, accurately avoiding the disciples below and the endless stream of corpses pouring in. Swords rained down.

At the same time, before he could even be shocked, he saw gusts of evil wind blowing all around him, and Jade Cry Mountain was covered by flying threads. These threads were like the tentacles of demons, dancing wildly and enveloping the entire mountain in an eerie atmosphere.

An Shu dared not approach the Seventh Elder easily, after all, the other party's realm was far superior to his own.

However, most of the other people present could be controlled at will, becoming its puppets, and allowed to do whatever it wanted, as long as the Dark Book wished.

An Shu swallowed hard, wanting to secretly find a few elders with high cultivation levels to suck his blood. The spirit's eyes gleamed with greed, but the next second Ye Qiao slapped him to the ground. With that slap, his dark gaze instantly became clear and foolish.

Ye Qiao said coldly, "Behave yourself."

The hidden message reads: "..." It hurts so much.

He grunted twice, rearranged the pristine white pages of the book, fanned himself a couple of times, and asked Mu Li, "Why is she so irritable today?"

Mu Li replied shrewishly, "How would I know?"

He got criticized too, okay?

Ye Qiao seemed to find fault with everyone today, but those who lived under her roof and depended on her for survival dared not refute her or ask any questions.

The swords hummed all around, and the Flying Immortal Sword shone brightly. With Ye Qiao as the center point, he leaned back, and countless sword lights swept down, clearing a large area.

He then snapped his fingers crisply, "Go."

The secret writing came into play at this moment.

All the corpses present were shocked, their souls seemingly frozen in place, unable to move.

The frenzied aura caused by the elders' self-destruction was quelled in an instant. Ye Qiao lowered her eyes and gently flipped through the dark book with one hand again, and the unrepelled corpses stopped firmly in place.

"This book..." Duan Hengdao's mouth gaped open wide enough to fit an egg. Holy crap.

This book is amazing!

The golden tower was indeed mysterious, but it was nowhere near as awe-inspiring as the sight of Ye Qiao holding the secret book in one hand and calming down countless storms with a flick of her wrist. Everyone was bound and tightly tied in mid-air, suspended like puppets, their expressions blank.

Whether you like it or not, once you are parasitized, your entire being ceases to exist, and you are completely controlled by it.

The power of the Dark Book is control, reversing all bodily functions. Once controlled by it, whether one lives or dies is entirely up to this evil artifact.

Zhu You was certain: "That's our spiritual artifact!!" She almost screamed. The artifact was rumored to be incredibly evil and was never bound by cultivators. The possibility of refining it was zero. How did she tame it?!

As if experiencing a final burst of energy before death, the elders' auras calmed, their ferocious expressions gradually softened, and their breaths became gentle. Seeing that their reason was gradually returning, Ye Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and gently tapped a page, reluctantly putting everyone down.

Ye Qiao forbade him to touch those people, so An Shu could only touch the Seventh Elder's people. Tentacle-like entities parasitized the bodies of those cultivators who were being refined, stirring them mercilessly. In an instant, the scene was filled with screams of agony.

"Aaaaaah!!"

The Seventh Elder quickly waved his banner, trying to gather all those people away in order to sever the control of the Dark Book. However, he still underestimated the abnormal nature of this innate spiritual artifact.

Known as the evil of the world, the Dark Book is formed from the evil thoughts and malice of the world. Rather than a spiritual artifact, it is more like an innate evil artifact. It is domineering and vicious. When ten thousand swords are fired in mid-air, one sword kills. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Dark Book simply devours their souls.

Those cultivators can no longer be considered human.

Their three souls and seven spirits were taken away by the Seventh Elder and stored inside the spirit banner. Even if they were rescued, they would only be a group of puppets.

It would be better to cut off the source of the problem directly.

They stood frozen in shock, as if transformed into statues, their eyes vacant and lifeless, their gazes blank with the look of dead fish.

Is there really anyone who can pull everyone back from the brink of death?

There really are people who can do that.

It is said that Yun Que possesses more spiritual artifacts than ordinary disciples, but the problem is that Ye Qiao seems to have just as many, and they are all innate spiritual artifacts.

The single move "Ten Thousand Swords Return to One" wiped out most of them, and the remaining majority were completely devoured by the Dark Book. This action left Ye Qinghan filled with confusion: "Just who is she?"

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One"—isn't that their sect's Quasi-Divine Transformation Sword Technique?

Besides, the secret scripture is also from their sect!

Everything she uses is from their clan!

Zhu You shook her head blankly: "I don't know either."

If she hadn't inexplicably led them here, the Sword Inquiry Sect generally wouldn't interfere in the affairs of the Changming Sect, as this wasn't within their purview.

Zhu You inexplicably had the feeling that she was being schemed against, a feeling that made her a little uncomfortable.

"Do you think she knows us?"

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Their Origin.

The standards are too high, almost like those of people from their own sect.

Ye Qiao, this disciple, exudes an extremely strange aura.

Ye Qinghan remained silent, staring intently at Ye Qiao, trying to discern something from her. He had been so focused on the Quasi-Divine Transformation Sword Technique that he hadn't noticed Ye Qiao had changed her spirit sword.

The Flying Immortal Sword shone like light, and the swordsman appeared on the same side. With both swords in hand, a bright light fell in front of Ye Qiao. The spirit of the Flying Immortal Sword opened its eyes, its light golden pupils unusually gentle.

"That is..." Zhu You paused slightly, "The Flying Immortal Sword?"

She remembered when she entered the Sword Cave to choose a sword, this sword had been chasing after her senior brother for a long time. In the end, Ye Qinghan was determined enough to choose the Broken Water, the number one water-type spirit sword, which was much more stable than the Flying Immortal Sword, whose strength was uncertain.

Ye Qinghan suppressed her confusion, but finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked loudly in front of everyone, "How did this sword end up in your hands?" She wasn't in the competition back then, and the Sword Cave was only open to her direct disciples. How did she get the spirit sword?

Ye Qiao turned her head and looked down at him, looking down at him: "This means that I have a special connection with the Flying Immortal Sword."

Don't ask, the answer is that she is destined to be with the spirit sword.

"What about the other sword?" Ye Qinghan pointed at Bujianjun. How could one person have two swords?

"Of course they're mine too. They're all my most important wives. If you're envious, just say so. But I advise you not to sow discord between Ye Qinghan," Ye Qiao coldly warned him.

Ye Qinghan: "..."

Ye Qinghan felt that she and Ye Qiao were probably destined to be incompatible.

The Yin Corpse inside the Spirit Banner was completely swallowed. The Seventh Elder's face paled slightly, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. Those cultivators had all used his blood as a catalyst to refine the spirit banner and then stored it inside, so it could be said that they were connected to him.

Having been suddenly devoured by most of his body, the Seventh Elder was also struggling to withstand the backlash, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

He hadn't noticed the silent movement of the secret book, which shouldn't be the case, since Ye Qiao's level of consciousness wasn't much higher than his...

Ye Qiao raised the corner of her lips at him.

She once managed to fool even the Sword Inquiry Sect Master, who was in the Tribulation Transcending stage, let alone a peak Integration stage cultivator.

The scroll was gently placed down, and Elder Zhao took a breath and slapped down a gust of wind.

The Seventh Elder, affected by the backlash, reacted a fraction of a second too late and was struck. Half of his golden body was shattered, and his expression darkened further: "You're courting death!"

He could no longer tolerate it, and with one hand, he gathered terrifying spiritual energy in his palm.

However, in just a few seconds, the five sword cultivators surrounded him. The peak masters were overjoyed, never expecting such a turn of events. They hurriedly flew over to help, saying, "We're here to help you, Xiao Qiao."

"Xiao Qiao, well done." Elder Zhao, who had just escaped death, was overwhelmed with joy and gave her a thumbs up. He declared that this disciple would be the pride of their Changming Sect from now on!

In just a few seconds, the Seventh Elder was surrounded, but he remained unmoved. He was not afraid of these people, or even Xie Chuxue, who was at the same cultivation level.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, and chuckled lightly, "It's nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree."

"Fine. I'll deal with you first." The Seventh Elder muttered to himself, "Those ants below are no problem."

A group of inner and outer disciples could be wiped out in just a dozen or so blows. If you want to eliminate the Changming Sect, you have to deal with those with higher cultivation levels first, and the first priority is the sword cultivators like Ye Qinghan.

Qin Huai remained expressionless, with the spirit of the Qingfeng Sword quietly beside him, ready to fight at any moment.

Elder Zhao raised an eyebrow slightly. The other disciples were supposed to be five or six years older than Ye Qiao, and naturally had more experience and hardships than her. So it was understandable that the other four were not afraid. But Ye Qiao could still joke around with the Seventh Elder and take most of the day to break the barrier. It was hard to understand her courage.

"Aren't you afraid?" Qin Huai winked at her.

Ye Qiao winked back at him: "I've seen people who are more awesome than him."

Back then, when Sect Master Man sat high on the platform, she single-handedly pointed her sword at the Sword Inquiry Sect Master who was in the Tribulation Transcending stage, fought the Demon Emperor alone, and dealt with the Demon Lord without flinching. How could she possibly be afraid now?

Qin Huai was skeptical. The most arrogant person she'd ever met was probably their village chief. She cleverly changed the subject, "Then why were you stepping on the vines?"

They all ascended to heaven on swords.

"You have a wood elemental root."

The Wood Spirit Root is quite remarkable. It allows the user to manipulate the surrounding plants and animals for offensive purposes, making it extremely versatile.

Ye Qiao gently stepped on the vines beneath her feet, seizing the moment to release the power of all things. The girl clasped her hands together and gently pulled, a pale green light flashing beneath her feet. In an instant, the long-dormant domain seemed to sense the call, with countless swaying plants responding in response.

Ye Qiao waved her hand again, and the shimmering green color came to life, giving birth to a playful flower that swayed in the breeze. Such a change in the ground naturally amazed the disciples below.

With a girlish heart full of joy, Miao Miao clasped her hands together on her left side, her eyes sparkling: "Wow."

She instinctively stomped on the flower, killing it.

So cute!

Xue Yu helped the injured disciple up, and looking at the changes on the ground, his lips twitched. "Junior Sister..."

This is the first time I've seen such a concrete representation of myself.

Mu Chongxi stared dumbfounded at Ye Qiao, who held a dark book in her hand and a pale green field in her hand, as if she were meeting her for the first time.

A flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi tree; each realm is a world unto itself.

In reality, there are no more than ten cultivators in the entire cultivation world who can comprehend their own domain at the Nascent Soul stage, and Ye Qinghan and Xue Yu are among them.

There was no one else.

"...Xie Chuxue is truly a hidden talent. Our Changming Sect hasn't accepted any disciples for four years, and now that we've accepted one, it's such a big deal." The Fifth Elder was completely impressed. It must be Xie Chuxue's foresight that he was able to recruit such a little monster.

"Who can argue with that?" Elder Zhao felt uneasy looking at the secret book. It was filled with evil energy and murderous intent, yet it was held in the hands of a teenager who managed to turn the tide of battle.

The growth of all things was extremely fast, instantly enveloping the entire Changming Sect in vines. All living things were shrouded in this area, and the sky above was sealed off by the vines. In an instant, everyone was trapped in this large domain.

Xie Chuxue, who outwits and battles the Ghost King...

Unfortunately, they couldn't escape it either.

He was also very agitated. He slammed down with his Soul-Scattering Whip, scattering the Ghost King's soul in all directions. Before he could forcefully destroy the Ghost King's soul, the space he had created was suddenly shattered.

A loud bang startled him, and he looked up.

What came into view was a thriving scene, with vibrant little flowers blooming all around. However, this could not conceal the fact that their Changming Sect was completely covered by this behemoth.

Just looking at it inspires fear.

Min Shengbi shrank back against Xie Chuxue's collarbone in fright, whimpering, "W-what is this?"

Xie Chuxue ignored it, cupped her hands, and stared at it with bright eyes: "...Awoooooo!"

He had never actually seen it before.

Minshengbi: "Ahhhhh. Could you please...?"

Don't make that strange noise.

Xie Chuxue ignored it and stared at the vines in thought, "Perhaps it's a manifestation of a domain."

Whose territory, once materialized, was able to swallow up the Changming Sect?!

"Whose domain?" The Ghost King was so badly whipped that he could barely maintain his human form. He looked at the Soul-Scattering Whip in the other's hand with awe. Before he could even feel happy when the space was shattered, he found that although he had escaped the space, he had fallen into the domain.

I wanted to run, but I couldn't.

He was utterly desperate. Whose territory was this?

Xie Chuxue also released her sea of ​​consciousness, which, like an invisible net, probed the aura of everyone within the domain. The young man's expression faltered slightly, a mixture of confusion, shock, and ecstasy flashing across his face, but he quickly suppressed it.

Under the Ghost King's bewildered gaze, Xie Chuxue, who had been ruthless and full of murderous intent when she attacked, wishing she could beat him to a pulp, suddenly cupped her face in her hands in a rather girlish gesture, her eyes bright, and murmured to herself.

"Xiao Qiao is so amazing! I'm so proud of her!"