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

Enraged by his mocking tone, the sixth elder of Chengfeng Sect smashed several spirit beads down on Ye Qinghan's head. His peak Nascent Soul realm was a small realm higher than Ye Qinghan's.

Their aggressive manner startled everyone present.

Seeing this, Qin Huai used a golden net to steadily catch the spirit pearl, and looked at the wildly crashing pearl with a half-smile.

"Elder, have you thought carefully about how you will be punished when you return to the sect for aiding and abetting evil?"

The Sixth Elder was suddenly questioned by his own disciple, and his face turned pale and then red.

What era is this?

This is an era where equipment matters.

Cultivators in the cultivation world follow the scoundrels into secret realms to plunder treasures, all so that they won't be at a disadvantage in a fight.

Various magical artifacts flew everywhere, but the most exaggerated were those from the Chengfeng Sect, who were covered in magical artifacts and seemed to be throwing them down as if they were free.

This incident made them realize that these disciples of the Five Sects were really rich.

The Ruyi Lock, the Seven-Colored Glass Buckle, and all the secret diagrams that could be extracted were taken out.

When it comes to group fights, borrowing magical artifacts, elixirs, and talismans is not shameful at all.

At this point, whoever can't produce anything will be embarrassed.

Compared to a group of wealthy second-generation immortals, the old men paled in comparison.

Qin Huai was the one who thrived in his environment. His three junior brothers were all artifact cultivators, and they gave him all the magical artifacts they could find. Moreover, he was a young Nascent Soul cultivator, and there were few who dared to fight him.

Considering that Qin Huai was disrespectful to the elderly, the several peak masters of Changming Sect surrounded Ye Qinghan, wanting to put on another show. However, Ye Qinghan remained indifferent, stepped back, and ran away, looking like he was saying, "My ruthlessness is eight degrees below zero."

No appointment.

no way.

These peak masters' match-fixing made him feel no sense of accomplishment whatsoever, so the peak masters could only sullenly go elsewhere to put on their act.

Although Qin Huai was a step behind the other two, his cultivation level hadn't fallen much behind in just a few months. He had finally caught up with the two and was in high spirits. He immediately pointed his sword at all the peak masters, flicked the tip of his sword, and said, "Come."

The Twelve Peak Masters: "..."

Why is this child so stubborn?

The fact that the twelve peak masters avoided battle made Qin Huai a little unhappy. Was this a sign of disrespect towards him?

He was always arrogant. As soon as he reached the Nascent Soul Realm, he liked to spar with those powerful cultivators with high cultivation levels. After all, young cultivators with low cultivation levels are not very strong.

In the ensuing battles, he took the opportunity to bully those old men.

Qin Huai showed absolutely no respect for the elderly, resorting to all sorts of underhanded tactics that infuriated the powerful figures.

He messed things up, and along with Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun, the three Nascent Soul cultivators were taught a lesson on the spot.

There's an old poem that goes something like that.

The children of Nancun bully me because I am old and weak.

In the midst of laughter and conversation, the children vanished into thin air.

Of course, they weren't truly annihilated, but a single strike from a powerful cultivator in the Void Refinement stage, in a fit of rage, was enough to scatter the three of them and send them crashing to the ground.

Both of them suffered considerable internal injuries after their separation.

"..."

Zhou Xingyun, who had been implicated, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, utterly dejected: "I told you, don't mess with them."

Do they really think those powerful figures are easy targets?

If they could be easily manipulated by these juniors, then they would have wasted all these years in the cultivation world.

Qin Huai: "..."

An angry old man is terrifying; with a wave of his hand, the surrounding boulders turned to dust. It was only because the three of them were quick-witted, highly skilled, and dodged in time that they were able to escape; otherwise, they might have truly been reduced to ashes.

When Mu Chongxi saw the three men bullying the elderly and then being taught a lesson, he rolled on the ground to dodge the blades and almost died laughing.

It wasn't that he was just watching a show; it was simply that these three people were at the same level.

However, apart from Ye Qinghan, the other two are newly promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, and Qin Huai and his senior brother inevitably have to practice with them, as time is really tight.

Without elders to teach them how to utilize their own cultivation level, they could only learn it through actual combat.

Si Miaoyan began to play the flute, its melody light yet tinged with mystery.

Ye Qiao entered the formation, and countless powerful figures also wanted to break in, after all, their ultimate goal was still to get rid of Ye Qiao.

Seeing that the one guarding the formation was a talisman cultivator, the three of them exchanged a glance and tried to break through the formation. Mingxuan and the others quickly intervened using the stone pillar formation.

Even so, Song Hansheng was holding the line alone, and it was very difficult for him. When Si Miaoyan saw this, she gently played a short flute. The peaceful tone was gentle and harmless, which made everyone relax and unconsciously lower their guard.

The next second, the gentle and light flute sound suddenly turned sharp, the shrill sound driving straight into their consciousness. In an instant, "Ahhh!" screams filled the air, and countless eardrums were shattered.

Pretty.

Musical cultivation is rare, and Si Miaoyan plays the flute beautifully. With a chuckle, she knocks a blow to the cultivator who lunges at her to stop her, striking him squarely and causing his soul to tremble and his brains to spill out. She ignores the bloody scene, grips her flute, retreats, and continues to play as if nothing happened.

Si Miaoyan's purpose in coming here was nothing more than to save her junior sister.

She looks so gentle and kind, I never expected her to be so ruthless.

Chen Muzhen, who was spying on the battle elsewhere, shuddered slightly.

Thank goodness, his goddess is truly gentle.

"Still daring to daydream?" Chu Ling said sternly, "Still daring to daydream? You think beating me isn't painful enough?"

Chen Muzhan: "..." Again?

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Ye Qiao entered the formation, and a large group of people also wanted to enter the formation to hunt her down. Seeing their aggressive approach, Chu Xingzhi became anxious and decisively plunged the Cunxue Sword into the ground. Countless sword shadows intertwined at this moment. His sword energy was domineering, and those below the Nascent Soul stage dared not force their way in.

Zhu You also drew her sword and hurriedly shielded Song Hansheng behind her.

Song Hansheng was in charge of keeping things under control, so it was impossible to let him shoulder the burden alone.

Seeing that their junior sister had gone, Xia Qing and Zuo Yi, wielding the Biluo Sword and the Huangquan Sword respectively, worked together seamlessly to forcefully stop the first wave of people.

"Sword Inquiry Sect, how dare you!"

Seeing that they were being repeatedly thwarted, they spoke unkindly, "Aren't you afraid that the other powerful families will punish you?" After all, if the sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect really left, the five sects would truly be leaderless.

When the time comes, other sects will inevitably try to overtake them. If they offend so many powerful families in one fell swoop, they might not want to survive in the cultivation world anymore.

The four of them simultaneously drew their swords, and in an instant, wherever their domains reached, the air was filled with sword light. Chu Xingzhi hesitated for a moment, but still mustered his courage and shouted, "If you're so capable, don't drag my sect into this! We came here voluntarily!"

They came simply for their friends.

What does the stance between different sects have to do with them?

No matter what, he was still his friend.

As the second senior brother, Chu Xingzhi was quite intimidating when he wasn't being foolish. The young man carried a snow-white spirit sword, his expression as cold as ice. With a light tap of his fingers, the spirit sword emitted a sharp hum, bringing up endless fine snowflakes and firmly protecting the Samsara Formation, which made people turn their heads.

One man, one sword, guarding one man.