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

"Why do you call me 'beauty'?"

Lue Ying said sincerely, "Perhaps it's because you're too beautiful."

Ye Qinghan: "..."

Ye Qinghan ignored his banter. "Did you really mean what you just said?"

With Ye Qiao's promise, his life is secure for life. This is quite a high compliment.

"Is it true, my beauty? Our Qiaoqiao is the most powerful cultivator in the world." After saying that, she vanished in a flash, leaving Ye Qinghan empty-handed.

Ye Qinghan: "..."

Xie Chuxue, standing to the side, exclaimed, "That's wonderful." Their Changming Sect now has its own number one.

Ye Qinghan's mood was not much relieved by Lueying's rude remarks. If he and Mingxuan meditated, then they would have to rely on Xie Chuxue next. To be honest, he didn't think much of this person.

Moreover, Xie Chuxue's complexion was not good; it was very pale, almost deathly pale.

Xue Yu's professional habit kicked in.

"Junior Uncle," he leaned closer and asked, "Are you alright?"

Xie Chuxue smiled enigmatically: "To be honest, that's not a good idea. Do you have any elixirs?"

Xue Yu hurriedly rummaged through his storage pouch, trying to find the kind of pill that could take effect immediately, but unfortunately, he had given some to Ye Qiao and the vast majority to Yun Que.

Even though a considerable amount was temporarily produced, it has long been used up.

Xue Yu immediately shut down the engine.

He lowered his head quietly, not daring to speak.

"Being a simp never ends well." Miao Miao pointed at him, rummaged through her cloth bag and pulled out a small porcelain bottle, which she presented to Xie Chuxue. She didn't forget to criticize Xue Yu's previous simp behavior: "Now look what happened, he doesn't even have any healing pills left when he needs them."

Xue Yu: "..."

Xie Chuxue smiled and thanked the little girl. He had a very good impression of Miaomiao and showed no sign of panic, remaining calm and collected with his hands behind his back.

He was truly no match for the Seventh Elder. The Ghost King was no ordinary person either. The result of defeating the Ghost King was that he bit him hard before he died, severely damaging his heart meridian. The effects of the Heavenly Grade Pill were immediate, but the Ghost King was extremely ruthless and his cultivation level was also at the Integration Stage.

It's impossible for such an ordinary top-grade pill to immediately eliminate the effects; he could only try to delay the Seventh Elder as much as possible.

As for how to break the deadlock after stalling for time?

Xie Chuxue was also at a loss for a moment, and could only wait until Ye Qinghan and Ming Xuan stabilized their combined bodies, and then the three of them would try to take down the Seventh Elder together.

Xiao Qiao is now a Nascent Soul cultivator; no matter how powerful she is, it doesn't change the fact that she is a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Their Changming Sect's ancestral teachings have always emphasized self-reliance and a laissez-faire approach. Relying on others is useless; one must rely on oneself to be a good person.

Ye Qinghan persisted in pressing him, "If we meditate, can you defeat him by yourself?"

"I can't beat him." Xie Chuxue: "It's obvious he's better than me."

His admission was so decisive that Ye Qinghan was speechless for a moment.

"..."

Mingxuan couldn't help but say, "Junior Uncle, you're so useless."

Xie Chuxue smiled at him, "There's nothing we can do. In our humble sect, everything is fraught with sorrow."

The subtext is: it's not easy for everyone in this impoverished sect to depend on each other for survival, so let's not resort to personal attacks.

Mingxuan was taken aback, turned his head away, and gave a soft "oh".

Mu Chongxi is the kind of person who never wants to be idle when he's busy. He also wanted to go and have some fun under the lightning tribulation. After all, the lightning tribulation wasn't coming for him. He was bold enough to carry his spirit sword to the center of the lightning tribulation. Ye Qiao was still arguing with the Seventh Elder.

With each kick and punch, the Seventh Elder was practically pinned to the ground and beaten in a contest of physical skills.

Ye Qiao punched him so hard that he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Now it's time to settle old scores and grievances.

Mu Chongxi hurriedly grabbed his sword and joined the battle. He didn't dare to get close to Ye Qiao, but instead launched a sneak attack from the side. The Seventh Elder turned around and was immediately furious. If he couldn't handle Ye Qiao, how could he not handle a little brat?

Sword spirits floated everywhere, their forms like the Luo River breaking, fleeting shadows, and the gentle breeze. With the added support of the domain, the Seventh Elder, without Yun Que's help, was besieged on all sides. He felt a mouthful of blood welling up in his chest, but unwilling to give up, he released the living corpse he had created within the spirit banner once more.

A large number of Golden Core and Nascent Soul stage cultivators suddenly appeared out of nowhere within the domain.

The Seventh Elder learned his lesson and this time kept a close eye on the location of the secret book, determined not to let that disgusting evil artifact succeed again.

Xie Chuxue formed hand seals, and an array instantly appeared in front of him. As he moved his hands, the array changed and collided with the array. The scene beneath his feet changed and instantly turned to ashes.

The other group of zombies rushed towards Mu Chongxi and his companions without regard for anything else.

Every move was vicious, and this reckless fighting style made Mu Chongxi frown. Dozens of living corpses surrounded him, trying to kill him. The sword light was covered with a layer of red light, and the sixth move of the Qingfeng Technique opened the way. He became more and more courageous in the battle, and in an instant, a group of sword spirits and cultivators fought under the lightning tribulation.

A group of cultivators changed their moves and fought under the lightning tribulation.

If Xie Chuxue hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she truly couldn't have imagined it.

Ha ha……

This world has indeed gone mad.

It can defy the tribulation lightning of the Integration Stage.

"Why don't you go too? What are you standing there for?"

The lightning tribulation was clearly targeting Ye Qiao. Even if the tribulation might affect those outside the arena, it wouldn't matter. They were of high cultivation levels, so they could dodge it if they wanted, and if they couldn't, they had their spiritual artifacts to protect them. Fighting under the lightning tribulation wouldn't be a big problem.

The disciples from both the inner and outer sects were reduced to mere spectators, watching in disbelief as a group of elders and disciples gathered near the lightning tribulation and engaged in a chaotic battle.

It's so lively!

Magical artifacts and spiritual weapons flew in turn, sword light and talisman seals clashed, and for a moment everyone was in a frenzy of fighting.

The Seventh Elder never expected things to turn out this way, with a group of cultivators ganging up on his living corpse. He was so angry that his eyes turned red.

Mu Chongxi's sword dance was powerful and vigorous, the red light exuding a murderous aura, and that gleam was particularly bright and intense.

A red sword spirit's shadow quietly appeared behind him, following him in battle like a ghost. Xie Chuxue clicked her tongue twice.

The sword spirit of dawn and dusk.

A spirit sword that embodies slaughter.

Getting it to show itself is not easy. Either you have to force it to show itself by killing it, or you have to have a firm belief in the Dao and the instinct to protect its master in times of crisis will make it appear when summoned.

Mu Chongxi possesses neither of these qualities.

This transformation was due to the large number of people he had killed; various undead became souls under his sword, gradually nurturing the sword spirit until it began to take shape.

Chao Xi jumped out excitedly, looking just like a stone monkey being born. Before Mu Chongxi could react, Chao Xi's sword spirit darted out.

The crimson sword spirit suddenly stood before the Soaring Rainbow Sword, braving the heavenly lightning, gazing at the elegant and noble sword, its voice deep and affectionate: "My beauty, my life has been like walking on thin ice, but meeting you has melted away all that ice and snow~"

Jinghong coldly withdrew her hand and stood next to Ye Qiao.

Lueying glared at him fiercely, "You bastard."

The Shadowless One made no attempt to conceal its killing intent, as the killing intent of the sword spirit it was targeting was practically radiating from its face. Chao Xi smiled, but its eyes also turned slightly red.

"Have you made enough of a scene?" (The questioner asks)

His eyes lit up again, and he repeated the same line: "My beauty, my life has been like walking on thin ice..." Oh, how thin the ice is!

Before he could finish speaking, Jian Jun threw a sharp blade, gleaming with murderous intent, at him. "Get out of my way."

It's disgusting.

"..." What kind of temper does Ye Qiao's sword spirit have!

Hearing the commotion, the others couldn't help but look at Mu Chongxi. Everyone knew that a sword follows its master, and their eyes seemed to say, "Who knew you looked like such a lecherous bastard with those thick eyebrows and big eyes?"

He isn't! He didn't!!

He gripped the sword in his hand with a mixture of embarrassment and annoyance.

Who knew that Chaoxi would be such a freak?

Miao Miao clicked her tongue slightly, regretting not inviting her senior sisters to come along. With the spectacle of the heavenly lightning, she might have been able to seize an opportunity.

Ye Qiao had no time to care about these sword spirits. She was calculating the time of the tribulation. If the two combined and struck together, it would take at least seven days. By then, it would be too late. She had to deal with Yun Que before the tribulation ended so that she could prove her Dao.

Ye Qiao frowned, looking at the three sword spirits. She raised her hand, and now she was able to remain calm even after being cleaved in two. Only the Seventh Elder was in a sorry state, his sect robes tattered and looking like a beggar from somewhere.

"Flying Immortal".

Ye Qiao made a sword incantation with her fingertips, then made the sword incantation of man and sword as one again. A soft light fell from the sky. "Go help."

"The three of you come together too."

"Mm," Fei Xian replied softly. "Be careful, Qiao Qiao."

This was merely a brief transformation under the unity of man and sword. During the trial, they were not allowed to appear for too long to avoid revealing secrets. However, Ye Qiao had already figured it out herself, so it didn't matter whether the sword spirits reminded her or not.

The Seventh Elder hadn't expected that while he was frantically being struck by lightning and his body was smoking, she would summon another one. A vicious twitch appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she asked in a sinister tone, "Just how many sword spirits do you have left?"

Ye Qiao decided to satisfy his curiosity. She made a hand seal again, and in the blink of an eye, the little girl with white hair and blue clothes landed in front of her.

Good guy.

Good heavens, all five sword spirits are complete.

This combination was so rare that they were almost speechless for a moment. Was this a wholesale business?

The Seventh Elder stared stiffly at the little girl in front of him.

With a raised hand, Frost Sword shattered the Seventh Elder's golden body with a single punch. She then spun around, her skirt swirling, frost condensing and snowflakes falling towards his temples as she delivered three consecutive kicks, each aimed at his weak points.

The Seventh Elder was forced to retreat repeatedly, his eyes dimming slightly.

It was described as snow, but more accurately, it was icicles that pierced my temples, demonstrating just how treacherous they were.

What a fierce little girl.

It's true that the younger someone looks, the harder they hit.

The two people meditating on the other side were not unaware of the outside situation; they were not deaf to such a loud commotion.

Mingxuan's mind was calm and steady at this moment, but Ye Qinghan's breathing was disordered. Miaomiao quickly patted him to calm him down and prevent him from going into qi deviation. Miaomiao gave him a calming pill and asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Your breathing is so disordered."

"The swords in her hands are all spirit swords from our Sword Cave." Ye Qinghan's voice was calm, but it sounded extremely sad. Frost Sword, Flying Immortal Sword, Startling Swan and Shadowless Sword, all the swords that the Sword Cave could name were in her hands.