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

Only a powerful cultivator at the same level as the Seventh Elder could allow a combined-stage being to enter the formation.

Mingxuan was stunned for a few seconds, then looked at Ye Qiao with a look of astonishment. He couldn't help but think of how Ye Qiao had said so confidently that she had her own way of surviving in the Cloud and Mist Secret Realm.

So her way of survival is to reach the Integration Realm in one step?

Her way of surviving is indeed something that ordinary people cannot imagine.

Zhu You murmured, "...You really know how to surprise people."

After a moment of stunned silence, Mingxuan remembered Ye Qiao's menacing purpose in coming with her sword, and immediately his previous concerns vanished. He beamed and encouraged her, "Junior Sister, I support you in going to split Kunshan."

He had long disliked the Seventh Elder's Peak.

Why should the elders and peak masters each have their own peak, while they have to squeeze into a small courtyard to live in?

unfair.

Good riddance! That Seventh Elder, an old man who has lived for hundreds of years, still bullied a bunch of kids in their early twenties. He has no shame. Who knows how many treasures are hidden in his cave?

Ye Qiao was also thinking, "He might be hiding something in his den. Let's break it open and divide the spoils."

They are very poor.

Don't ask, the answer is always the same: I have no money and I live by robbing other people.

Xue Yu, joining in the fun, corrected, "This is called the rational allocation of resources."

Dividing spoils is a very unpleasant topic.

They are legitimate direct disciples.

Ye Qiao's realm was indeed somewhat beyond their expectations. To be able to invite a peak Integration Realm expert into the formation, he must also be at the Integration Realm. However, they were unsure of the specific Integration Realm level. The profession of Talisman Cultivator allows one to set up formations even if their realm is slightly lower.

Otherwise, Yunhen wouldn't have been able to secure the position of sect leader with his peak Nascent Soul realm back then.

With the biggest threat, the Seventh Elder, gone, the disciples immediately went all out to fight. Even if the sky were to fall, Ye Qiao was still there to hold it up, wasn't she?

There's nothing we can do; times have changed.

In the cultivation world, whoever has the higher cultivation level has the final say. The Seventh Elder relied on his high cultivation level to act arrogantly and domineeringly for several months, not giving other sects' rogue cultivators a chance to catch their breath. So don't blame the disciples of Changming Sect for collectively rebelling.

The people brought by the Seventh Elder are of high cultivation level.

But there are many people in the Changming Sect.

One person and one sword were enough to make them suffer, not to mention that the Seventh Elder, who could sweep away thousands of disciples, was actually trapped in the formation by Ye Qiao.

The word "trash" lingered in the minds of several elders from major sects who had risked everything, even betraying their own sects, to come and help.

They came to help simply because the sect leader was not at home; they wanted to join the Seventh Elder's camp and get a share of the spoils.

If they can truly open the Heavenly Gate and ascend to heaven, then they can go with them.

The elders, eager to rebel, betrayed their respective sects, abandoning their positions as elders second only to the leader to become traitors.

And the result?!

That useless Seventh Elder!

He was trapped inside the formation by one of the disciples!

What happened to the person who was supposed to be the number one cultivator in the cultivation world who could cultivate all four paths simultaneously?

Even Ye Qiao wasn't as powerful as him, and yet he was taken down so easily? Even if we don't expect a battle of hundreds of rounds, you can't die so quickly!

Oh no, the Seventh Elder should still be alive.

However, his formations were ruthless. Ye Qiao was a disciple of Xie Chuxue, who was both righteous and wicked, and learned a little bit of everything. Naturally, what she passed on to Ye Qiao could not all be some kind of righteous and majestic formations.

Even when they were of equal strength, she didn't hold back; just by hearing the name of the formation, one could tell how insidious it was.

Even if the Seventh Elder manages to get out, he'll be severely injured.

The other powerful figures who are currently aiding and abetting evil can only pray that the Seventh Elder will come out soon. Of course, if the scapegoat doesn't come out and dies easily, what's the point of their fighting? They should run away as fast as they can.

It's a very real problem. If they can't even defeat the Seventh Elder, who is recognized as having the highest cultivation level, then wouldn't they also face certain death?

Chen Muzhan rushed over and saw that his Buddhist disciples had already started fighting. He was so anxious that he paced around in circles. After sighing twice that Ye Qiao was indeed awesome, he hurriedly went to find his master and signaled to them to call a truce.

With a wave of his hand, the lotus flower spun in the air, and the golden lotus opened up a wide path.

"Master, do you see I wasn't lying to you?" Chen Muzhen asked earnestly. "Why don't we retreat?"

It's impossible to hit anything with it.

It's not too late to withdraw now.

"No," the old monk also said, "Seventh Elder must have a backup plan. He has been scheming for so many years, he would not be defeated by a mere disciple."

"Mu Chan," his master said earnestly, grabbing a man on the spot, "don't just sit idly by. You're at least a Nascent Soul cultivator, and with Golden Lotus added, you shouldn't have any problem fighting a Deity Transformation cultivator. Go and stop those disciples."

His master casually pointed to Ye Qinghan, Zhou Xingyun, and Qin Huai.

Chen Muzhen: "..."

You really think highly of me.

Qin Huai is a god-level being.

The other two are also at the Nascent Soul stage.

The top three cultivators in the cultivation world are all at the Nascent Soul stage. How could he possibly hold them all back with just a Golden Lotus? Where did he get the courage?

The three people who were accused also caught a cold. Qin Huai, who had the worst temper, glared at them on the spot, a cold smile on his lips, which was quite creepy.

Chen Muzhen shuddered.

He can't do it, he's incapable.

Qin Huai coldly drew his sword, the spirit of the Qingfeng Sword poised to strike, swirling with gusts of wind. Chen Muchen quickly chanted Amitabha, nimbly retreating to avoid the wind blades from all directions. "I have no intention of opposing you."

His master was determined to teach Ye Qiao a lesson. He completely ignored all advice and insisted on living or dying with the Seventh Elder.

As the chief disciple of both Buddhism and Taoism, Chen Muzhan would never abandon his master and run away.

A sense of collective honor and responsibility is something that every sect's direct disciples possess.

Mu Chongxi disappeared into the crowd, holding the Chaoxi Sword in his hand. The red sword light covered the battlefield. With just one sword, thousands of spiritual swords cleared the way. With each stroke, those with lower cultivation levels were instantly killed.

He was incredibly fierce. The Buddhist and Taoist disciples were already struggling to cope, and when Chen Muzhan arrived, they immediately hid behind the divine child.

Chen Muzhen's eyes also turned cold. He threw out the golden lotus with fierce power, knocking down the flying sword in one strike. "Don't go too far."

Seeing their divine son arrive, the Buddhist cultivators who had previously been chased and scrambled for cover straightened their backs.

Mu Chongxi gripped the spirit sword, his voice cool and tinged with killing intent, "Have we gone too far?"

"You've already joined our sect, and you still say we're going too far?"

He really wanted to curse. He was annoyed by the sight of these bald monks. Chaoxi Sword wasn't a sword spirit with a good personality either. Although he wasn't as excited as Jun, he was still happy to see bloodshed.

Ye Qiao moved her feet and landed next to Mu Chongxi. She didn't take any weapons; her sword floated in the air, ready to be recalled after the sword spirits had killed enough.

In team battles, large-scale sword formations are the most important.

A black curse mark spun in Ye Qiao's palm. "Who are you calling unreasonable?"

Chen Muzhen got goosebumps.

He didn't recognize the level of the curse mark in Ye Qiao's hand, but it was pitch black and exuded a sense of Zen.

No matter how you look at it, it has a bit of their Buddhist and Taoist style.

Buddhism and Taoism sound gentle and value harmony, right? But in reality, their methods are not all gentle and harmless. Some are actually quite ruthless, and they can send people to the afterlife without a word of protest. How could they not be ruthless?

Chen Muzhen looked warily at the curse mark in Ye Qiao's hand. "I have no intention of opposing you, Ye Qiao."

No sooner had he finished speaking than his underlings behind him shouted.

"Don't be so smug, Ye Qiao!"

"Our divine child holds the Golden Lotus of Merit, favored by Heaven, and is destined for greatness; he will surely attain immortality and ascend to heaven in the future!"

They have the audacity to boast, but Chen Muzhen doesn't dare to respond right now.

—The Golden Lotus of Merit?

Upon hearing this, Ye Qiao couldn't help but smile at them: "Then do you recognize what I have in my hand?"

She suddenly tossed them upwards, and the two golden lotuses collided. The identical innate spiritual artifacts were in the air, and in an instant, the misty sky was illuminated as bright as day, with golden light filling the sky.

The appearance of the two golden lotuses symbolizing merit brought silence to the scene.

"Where did you copy it from?" A Buddhist monk's voice stammered.

You know what, it actually looks quite similar. It really surprised me.

That was their clan's most precious treasure.

"You bastard, Ye Qiao!"

"How dare they imitate our Buddhist and Taoist treasures!"

Ye Qiao stretched out her hand and lifted it up. The lotus obediently nestled in her palm, grinning, "You're saying my lotus is fake? What proof do you have?"

"..."

That's so weird.

The colors are exactly the same.

Even the functions are the same.

Even if the ascended patriarch of Chengfeng Sect descended from the heavens to refine it, he could never refine an exact replica.

However, no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't figure out that Ye Qiao had been taken from another world. Everyone was astonished and confused, not understanding what was going on.

After observing the golden lotus up close, Chen Muzhen's last remaining hope—"what if I'm mistaken?" or "what if she had someone make a replica"—vanished completely.

He had lost his worldly desires and ordered Jinlian to give him a perfunctory beating, pondering how to protect his sect when all hope was lost.

As the saying goes, a wise man knows when to yield and when to stand firm.

If you can't beat someone, you have to admit it; it's not shameful. Not only can he not beat him, but even his master can't beat him.

When Yue Qing'an and his junior sister arrived, they saw the scene of everyone displaying their unique abilities, narrowed their eyes, and, still not reassured, tossed coins to divine the future again.

Chu Ling was utterly exasperated with him. What kind of time is this to be doing divination?

Whether it's auspicious or inauspicious, we'll know after the fight, won't we?

Even if the divination reveals an ominous sign, would they simply refuse to help? Of course not. Since they've come to support the Ming Clan, they have no choice but to get involved in this mess.

While Chen Muzan was paddling his boat, he didn't forget to protect his disciples as much as possible.

"Go and negotiate with him. Go quickly." Xue Yu's eyes lit up. Although Chen Muchen didn't seem to be fighting seriously, he was protecting his people. With him protecting them, the disciples of Changming Sect were at a disadvantage.

Ye Qiao was thinking about the Seventh Elder and was preparing to enter the formation to kill him, but he couldn't get away. So he used the magician to defeat the magician.

The charlatan from Penglai and the divine son from the Buddhist and Taoist sects must have a lot to talk about.

"Come on, Yue Qing'an, you can chat with him."

Yue Qing'an looked up and was taken aback.

The two maintained a facade of peace, introduced themselves to each other, and then Chen Muzhen sneered and, without saying a word, hurled a golden ring at him.

If he can't beat Ye Qiao, can't he beat a disciple of Penglai Island who's useless in physical combat?

Chen Muzhan did not want to be enemies with Changming Sect, but he also wanted to protect his fellow disciples.

It's impossible to just stand by and do nothing.

Yue Qing'an was indeed not good at fighting. Chu Ling tossed her senior brother behind her, threw down a dozen chess pieces in front of her at the same speed, and shouted angrily: "You bald bastard! How dare you bully my senior brother!"

The chess pieces were made from millennia-old jadeite and black stone, and were tempered on the chessboard for thousands of years. When a piece was smashed down, even though Chen Muchen's realm was a level higher, he was still forced to retreat step by step.

Dead on the wall.

If his golden lotus hadn't been entangled by Ye Qiao's lotus, he might have been able to have a chance to meet Chu Ling.

But now all we can do is passively take the beating.

Chen Muchen's expression was gloomy. He smashed Chen's golden body with a few moves of the chess piece, and Chen spat out a mouthful of blood as a result of the backlash.

How could a female fortune teller be so fierce? This doesn't make sense.

Oh no……

Female cultivators in the cultivation world are quite fierce.

Besides the cloud magpie...

Thinking of his former gentle goddess, he felt even more heartbroken.

Yue Qing'an sighed as he looked at the Buddhist monks, each carrying a begging bowl and a golden ring, and their menacing appearance.

To be fair, they have been imprisoned by these Buddhist practitioners quite a few times.

Ever since these Buddhist cultivators entered, the two, as disciples of Penglai, had been under constant surveillance. Yue Qing'an was quite Buddhist, but Chu Ling couldn't sit still and kept suppressing her anger. Chen Muzhan then came knocking, and the two fought fiercely.

Yue Qing'an couldn't just stand by and watch, so he threw several stones in different directions to set up an array on the spot.

Unlike talisman cultivators who rely on talismans to create formations, disciples of Penglai can use just a few pebbles.

The two of them restrained the vast majority of the Buddhist cultivators, and Chu Ling also held a deadly weapon, a chessboard, which she could store within the chessboard, taking lives within a small space.

Chen Muzhen naturally dared not confront them directly.

It was humiliating to be held back by two people, but it was better not to fight them. Penglai was averse to karma, so the two wouldn't take the lives of the Buddhist cultivators; at most, they would only beat them half to death.

It's much better than being killed...

So Chen Muzhen felt at ease and began to lead a group of Buddhist practitioners to slack off.

By the time his master realized what was happening, it was too late.

"I..." Ye Qinghan, on the other side, was forcibly dragged into the battlefield by that idiot Chu Xingzhi. His cultivation level was at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, and the only one who could deal with him was the peak master of the Changming Sect. However, he had only just uttered one word.

The peak master seemed to have suffered some unbearable pain, spitting out a mouthful of blood and collapsing to the ground.

Ye Qinghan: "..."

???

Chu Xingzhi stroked his chin, feeling as if he had seen this scene before.

Then, a moment later, Ye Qinghan watched in disbelief as the peak master, whom he had seemingly "killed," miraculously revived halfway through the process, just as someone was about to step on his head!

The opponent used the same trick again, and was knocked down and pretended to be dead once more.

Ye Qinghan: "..."

Your sect's peak master is quite interesting.

The peak masters of the twelve peaks of Changming Sect were completely slacking off, while the disciples present possessed combat power rarely seen in the cultivation world: five from Wenjian Sect, five from Chengfeng Sect, plus that group of little monsters from Changming Sect.

Unless the peak masters intervene to capture them, ordinary cultivators really can't defeat them.

Immediately, the Seventh Elder and his accomplices used their eyes to pressure the group of peak masters, signaling them to capture those unfilial descendants. After all, no matter how rebellious Ye Qiao and his group were, they couldn't attack the peak masters of their own sect, could they?

But those old folks, I don't know where they got the inspiration from, started making excuses, like their backs hurting or their legs hurting.

"Oh dear, I'm getting old and my eyesight is failing."

"No, no, I'm too old, I can't beat them anymore. It's true that the younger generation in Changsha is pushing the older generation aside."

One elder even gasped, staring at Ye Qinghan, and uttered the classic line: "This boy is terrifyingly powerful!"

Ye Qinghan: "..."