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

Ye Qiao couldn't help but say, "Little Ai is so domineering."

Mu Li: "..."

Ye Qiao couldn't stand not being sarcastic for a day. He was annoyed by her sarcastic remarks, but he couldn't do anything about it. So he could only vent his anger towards Ye Qiao on the Sword Master.

The two masters were exchanging blows. At their peak, they were at least at the Tribulation Transcending stage. Ye Qiao immediately focused on observing their moves.

If she can pass the trial, she will inevitably rise to the top and reach the Tribulation Transcending Realm. She will need to familiarize herself with the new realm, but there are very few Tribulation Transcending Realms in the cultivation world, and almost no one can guide her.

Now is a rare opportunity to ponder this.

With the Spirit Sword in hand, Mu Li mobilized the spiritual energy within him. Both of them were at the Nascent Soul stage, so the fight was naturally not particularly thrilling. It was simply a contest of strength and swordsmanship. He raised an eyebrow and discovered that Ye Qiao's spiritual energy was truly abundant, seemingly inexhaustible.

The magpie is slightly inferior in this respect.

Besides, even the most powerful sword master isn't as cunning as Mu Li.

He disregarded martial ethics and preemptively attacked Ye Qiao the instant her consciousness was exchanged, catching her opponent off guard. The pitch-black snake coiled around the spirit sword, its attacks exceptionally vicious. It transformed into various forms, each move unpredictable and ever-changing. With a single sword strike, more than a dozen bloody holes appeared, instantly staining his clothes red.

The form of the sword is ever-changing, taking the forms of a staff, a long sword, and a scythe. The two work in perfect harmony, changing with the changes in Mu Li's moves, one move overlapping another.

They had no intention of giving the Sword Master a chance to make a move.

Sword Master's expression gradually worsened. When he finally seized the opportunity to counterattack, he discovered that all his moves had been easily neutralized by Mu Li.

His face betrayed his astonishment.

Mu Li gripped his sword, a mocking sneer still playing on his lips, his gaze towards the Sword Master filled with disdain.

Ye Qiao's body is truly incredibly useful. Mu Li felt a little regretful. If he had succeeded in his plan to devour Ye Qiao's soul back then, he would be the one dominating the cultivation world now, and there would be no need for that Seventh Elder.

When masters clash, the difference in skill can be determined in just a few moves.

The Sword Master was stabbed and looked utterly disheveled, covered in blood, and you could smell the blood in every breath.

His bones were almost shattered by his sword technique. After swallowing a bone-reshaping pill, he had to endure the dense, sharp pain and stand up.

His sword materialized again, and he asked coldly, "Just who are you?"

Sword Master was filled with doubt and surprise, never expecting that the remnant soul hidden within this righteous disciple would be so vicious.

Mu Li was no benevolent being. The Sword Master quickly realized that if he did not kill him, Mu Li would definitely devour him. The law of the jungle was the default rule in the cultivation world. For those who relied on others to evade the Heavenly Dao, devouring other remnant souls was a good way to increase their strength.

Mu Li's swordsmanship is unpredictable and ever-changing, making it difficult to predict his moves in advance. It's impossible to counter his moves one by one; the only option is to forcefully break through his defenses.

Although their philosophies differed, both were cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of their craft. The two distinct sword energies intertwined, creating a captivating and unforgettable spectacle. Ye Qiao gradually became engrossed in watching them.

She quickly memorized it.

—Write this down, write it down, it will be on the test later.

Just as Ye Qiao was rapidly memorizing the two sword techniques, she suddenly felt a jolt in her soul. She quickly regained her senses, confused, and asked, "What are you doing, Xiao Ai?"

Annoyed by the beating, Mu Li wanted to finish quickly. He raised his chin, signaling her to look at him, and said coldly, "I'll teach you a move. Watch carefully."

Even if someone at the Nascent Soul stage uses sword techniques from the Tribulation Transcending stage, they can only achieve a fraction of the full potential. However, we still need to teach Ye Qiao how to use sword techniques from the Tribulation Transcending stage first. Otherwise, even if she breaks through to the Tribulation Transcending stage, she will still be a complete idiot who doesn't even understand sword techniques.

Ye Qiao agreed.

His voice was calm, yet seemed to reach the very soul: "The great way is simple; one is the foundation, and the foundation is one. All things return to one, and this is the beginning of all things."

Ye Qiao: "..."

Can't understand.

"Master, please stop chanting, please stop chanting." She was a desperate illiterate woman; she truly couldn't understand these words. "Can't you just give a summary?"

Mu Li stopped talking, clearly feeling that lecturing Ye Qiao was like casting pearls before swine.

"More sword shadows are not necessarily better. The sword emphasizes purity, the great way is simple, and returning to oneness is the highest realm."

As he spoke, he made a hand seal with his fingertips and flew into the air. The black sword shadow unfolded and transformed into nine swords. Mu Li put two fingers together, and the nine swords returned to one. His expression was cold, and his eyes were full of killing intent. He suddenly descended, and his sword energy was domineering. It seemed to contain endless Dao intent and could cut the opponent in half.

Sword Master retreated, preparing to block.

However, once the sword technique of the Tribulation Transcending stage was unleashed, how could Mu Li possibly give him a chance to dodge?

With another movement of his feet, his figure vanished from the spot like a ghost. Without a trace, countless wind blades blocked all the Sword Master's escape routes.

Sword Master gritted his teeth, realizing that the situation was hopeless.

Yun Que's body was too weak, and Ye Qiao even took away the Luoshui Sword, which caused the Sword Master to be in a frustrating situation of being suppressed and beaten from the start of the battle.

The wandering spirits can only possess a host's body. He was not as skilled as Mu Liyin, nor as proficient in swordsmanship as the first Demon Lord. Even the host he chose was far less talented than Ye Qiao.

They didn't even have a usable sword; they were completely destitute.

The moment Mu Li's Tribulation Transcending Stage sword technique landed, it was a duel without any prior concept of what was to come.

He couldn't beat Mu Li from the very beginning.

He even absurdly felt that Mu Li hadn't stabbed him to death right away, precisely because he was waiting for this moment, to demonstrate to that brat he hadn't even given a second glance what the Nine-Nine Return to One sword technique of the Tribulation Transcending stage looked like.

"Ahhhhh!"

The sword strike was so terrifying that it seemed to pierce through the very soul, the screams echoing one after another, making Ye Qiao's head buzz. It was too noisy.

Mu Li seized the opportunity, mobilized Ye Qiao's vast sea of ​​consciousness, and plunged into Yun Que's sea of ​​consciousness, attacking her divine sense swiftly and ruthlessly, attempting to force that divine soul out.

He acted too quickly; the Sword Master didn't even have time to escape before Mu Li caught him red-handed, yanked him out, and devoured him without hesitation.

The whole process was so fast that Ye Qiao didn't even realize what was happening; she was still immersed in the terror and shock of the previous sword strike.

As she quickly digested the sword move, she saw that Mu Li had already swallowed the divine soul. She was stunned for a few seconds, and looking at Yun Que, whose face was pale and whose eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, Ye Qiao immediately exclaimed with joy: "Xiao Ai is awesome!"

She is a classic example of someone who uses and discards things.

Seeing that the troublesome Sword Master's soul was being swallowed, Ye Qiao decisively suppressed Mu Li's consciousness back. The cold light gleamed in the hand of the Sword Master as she pounced on Yun Que, who was still in a state of panic and disbelief.

"..."

Yun Que looked panicked, after all, the Sword Master meant something different to him.

Every move she made was personally instructed by him. To her, the Sword Master was even more respected than Yun Hen. The girl's eyes reddened with anger: "You actually allowed such an evil spirit to possess you, aren't you afraid of divine retribution?"

Ye Qiao laughed: "Isn't this exactly what divine retribution looks like?"

She pointed to the relentless lightning bolts chasing after her from above, wondering if they were tired. Ever since she told the Heavenly Dao, "You're no good either," the lightning bolts had been chasing Ye Qiao like madmen.

Ye Qiao, now immune to the attacks, maliciously moved closer to Yun Que, grabbing her clothes. Yun Que was shocked, spun around, pulled out a short knife, and slashed it open, shouting angrily, "Get lost!"

She called out repeatedly but received no response from her master. You see, no matter what happened in the past, even when she was very weak, her master would always cheer her up and comfort her.

Yun Que's eyes gradually turned red, filled with resentful killing intent.

"You dared to kill my master! I'll make you pay with your life, Ye Qiao!"

In her hand was a short knife, clearly a spiritual weapon, forged from phoenix blood essence. Each blade glowed red and exuded an astonishing aura. Yun Que, filled with endless resentment, went for the kill. However, she overlooked one problem: whether she could defeat Ye Qiao at the same cultivation level was another matter entirely.

As for weapons, short knives are fine for assassinations, but they are far less effective than swords in a head-on fight. Ye Qiao flicked and thrust her wrist, stabbing her wrist hard. Just then, the lightning tribulation struck, and the two of them were both electrocuted.

She could withstand the tribulation lightning of the Integration Stage, Mu Li could withstand it, and even the Sword Venerable could remain unfazed. However, Yun Que was only at the Refining Void Stage, how could she withstand the tribulation lightning of the Integration Stage, especially since it was a tribulation lightning enhanced by two Integration Stages? She immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Perhaps it was the obsession with avenging her master that sustained Yun Que, for she did not fall to the ground. With her right hand, a long whip lashed out like a nimble snake, pulling Ye Qiao towards it. Yun Que coldly waved her short knife, wishing she could sever Ye Qiao's throat with a single blow.

The Golden Lotus of Merit burst forth with golden light, protecting its master.

Yun Que screamed with a voice filled with hatred, "Die!!" Her dagger was no ordinary weapon; it forcefully broke through Jin Lian's defenses and fell towards Ye Qiao's neck.

He was determined to kill Ye Qiao today.

She swung her knife down!

However, contrary to the imagined scene of Ye Qiao bleeding profusely, his move missed completely.

Ye Qiao vanished without a trace.

Yun Que suddenly turned her head to search for Ye Qiao's whereabouts in the tower, only to find that the tower was full of traps and mechanisms. If she accidentally stepped on one, she would be the one to die the next second.

She dared not move, the girl was thin and frail, and she stared nervously at her surroundings.

Ye Qiao...where is she?

"The Changming Sect was once famous in the cultivation world for its speed-based cultivation techniques."

At that moment, Ye Qiao's voice fell into her ear, chillingly cold.

"Why are you still—"

It's not that you're smart.

The girl's pupils contracted sharply.

She tried to take a defensive stance but it was too late. The sixth move, a blinding sword light, slashed down, and Ye Qiao stomped hard on her abdomen, causing the entire Ghost King Tower to collapse. She was forced down from the first floor to the eighteenth floor underground.

As the lightning continued to strike, Yun Que coughed up blood and convulsed uncontrollably.

The sixth move of the Qingfeng Technique is extraordinary. As the founding sword of the patriarch, it can be described as a huge killing move. If anyone else were hit by the combined lightning tribulation repeatedly, they would definitely be dead.

She stepped the person from the first floor to the eighteenth floor, the loud noise kicking up dust all around. She checked Yun Que and found that the person was still alive.

Moreover, judging from his aura, there were even faint signs of a breakthrough.

The leaves have turned green.

His face turned green.

She drew her sword again, one Swift Shadow and the other Startling Glow, coldly attacking Yun Que's weaknesses. It seemed that she had been forcibly awakened by the feeling of breaking through the realm. In the next few killing moves that would have killed an ordinary person, Yun Que dodged them all with various medical miracles.

Ye Qiao stared at it for a long time.

Laughed.

He forced a smile out of anger.

Damn it, are you cheating?

Ye Qiao knew the principle of "putting oneself in a life-or-death situation to survive," but she never imagined that someone could survive so many seemingly inescapable death situations by sheer luck.

She couldn't help but pace around anxiously.

The same was true in her world; several times, Yun Que was destined to die, but she failed one after another.

……

Outside, the five sword spirits left behind by Ye Qiao were busily working like little bees, helping to rescue Ye Qiao's fellow disciples.

Meanwhile, the most lethal sword spirits, such as Shadow and Unseen Lord, are currently confronting the Seventh Elder.

Chao Xi didn't really like this little girl; she was cold and aloof. He pursed his lips. He also didn't really like Duan Shui and Luo Shui, that dog couple. He could only try his best to get closer to Jing Hong Lue Ying and, incidentally, make his presence known to Fei Xian Jian.

With a bright smile, she called out, "Hello, beauty!"

Fei Xianjian had a gentle personality; he merely smiled at him without saying a word.

Thinking about it day and night, it's no wonder that it was once the number one sword on the Spirit Sword Ranking; it has a grand vision.

"A fleeting glimpse" won't do; you're such a cheapskate.

What's wrong with him admiring a beautiful woman? They're all swords, after all. They could easily have a threesome.

Later, Mu Chongxi, disgusted by his embarrassment, beat him up.

Of course, they couldn't hit him. They were neither hurt nor affected, but they stopped fooling around and landed next to Mu Chongxi, all of them watching the Seventh Elder warily, fearing that the other party might have some hidden tricks up his sleeve.

Xie Chuxue waved her hand and took the lead in setting up the defensive formation.

It isolated the Seventh Elder's attack.

The Nascent Soul and Void Refinement cultivators were nothing more than ants among them, but they had no real influence either. As Ming Xuan and Ye Qinghan successively sat down to meditate and regulate their energy, the others suddenly lost their backbone and confidence.

The lightning strikes inflicted continuous internal injuries on the Seventh Elder. He circulated his spiritual energy to repair his wounds and it took him a long time to recover. Watching Ye Qiao disappear into the Ghost King Tower, he couldn't help but sneer at her naivety.

What a simple-minded brat! When it comes to grudges, nothing else matters.

He naturally assumed that Ye Qiao was so determined to kill Yun Que because Yun Que had once killed her.

That's good. Ye Qiao has attracted the heavenly lightning away. Without the lightning tribulation in his way, he can finally unleash his full power and deal with these ignorant ants.

Frost Sword raised his hand and bent his knees. Several icy blue sword shadows swirled around him, constantly delaying the time. The sword spirits surrounded him completely. The Seventh Elder had no way to deal with these sword spirits, but in the years that Changming Sect had been biding its time, he had also collected many treasures by relying on his clairvoyance.

Although they cannot steal the possessions of the chosen one, they can take the opportunities of other people in the cultivation world.

Various magical artifacts were released, surrounding the sword spirits. "Go."

Seeing this, Xie Chuxue couldn't help but glance at the things Ye Qiao had left behind.

The Crescent Crossbow was hastily lent to Miaomiao, and the Luminous Shovel was tossed to Zhou Xingyun ahead of time. Next came the colorful sword spirits.

Is this a fight? It's a bunch of cheaters vying for equipment.

After trapping the troublesome sword spirit, the Seventh Elder felt a pang of regret for a few seconds, and his hatred for Ye Qiao, that brat, deepened. If it weren't for her being in the way, Changming Sect would have been his for the fore long ago.

"Prepare to die!" The Seventh Elder held a spirit sword in his right hand and pointed it at everyone within the domain.

With a sudden slash.

In an instant, powerful sword light shone in all directions.

Under the absolute power of a peak-level combined cultivator, countless people were thrown heavily to the ground. They were scattered in all directions, rolling into corners, their fates unknown.