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

Don't blame him for being unkind; it was his master who was courting death. Chen Muzhen lowered his eyes, pondering whether he could use the Golden Bell Shield to take his master and fellow disciples away at the crucial moment.

He has many magical treasures and good opportunities. In the cultivation world, there is a saying called the chosen one or the child of destiny. Chen Muchan's luck is really good. Sometimes he can find a lot of treasures in a secret realm.

With exceptional luck and outstanding talent, he can be considered the hope of the entire Buddhist community.

If he hadn't met Ye Qiao, he would have lived a pretty good life.

Hey.

He sighed deeply.

However, without his master's protection, that damned female cultivator from Penglai threw chess pieces at him again.

Chen Muzhen couldn't help but make a bitter face: "..." What kind of things are happening every day?

Chu Ling snorted coldly, "You bunch of bald monks, how dare you cause trouble at Changming Sect!"

Chen Muzhen was good-looking, with a kind of holy appearance. When he frowned, a bitter look appeared on his face, making him look miserable. "I have no intention of offending you, no intention of offending you. I will definitely take them away from here when the time comes."

I will never pick a fight with the Changming Sect again!

Yue Qing'an was also someone who preferred verbal sparring to physical violence. Seeing this, he smiled slightly and said softly, "You're right, why should we fight? After all, you know that the outcome of this battle is already decided, right?"

Chen Muzhen's saintly expression crumbled, and he said with a bitter face, "What you say is absolutely right. I have long heard that Penglai is capable of divination, but seeing it for myself is truly an eye-opener."

Aside from him, it seems no one else has realized that Ye Qiao is actually undergoing a tribulation.

Even those in the Integration Stage are strong, but the Seventh Elder is at the peak of the Integration Stage, which is why some people still risk their lives for the Seventh Elder, including his master.

Yue Qing'an maintained his enigmatic smile.

In reality... he didn't calculate anything.

As for Ye Qiao, Yue Qing'an would at most use three copper coins to cast a divination to determine whether it was auspicious or inauspicious.

Neither he nor Chu Ling could fathom Ye Qiao's destiny.

But we're all charlatans, and we're quite adept at the word "pretend." If you want to appear profound, just laugh, that's all.

As expected, Chen Muzhan straightened his back slightly, put his hands together, and unconsciously became stern.

He had no idea that Yue Qing'an's rambling manner was almost identical to his own past act of pretending to be a ghost.

"We have been offensive," Chen Muzhen said with a wry smile. "But I wonder about my master..."

Seeing that Yue Qing'an remained silent, Chen Muzhan continued with a bitter face, "Our Buddhism and Taoism also have some foundation."

The disciples of each sect brought out their own magical artifacts and talismans, and his master naturally had his own methods for entering the battle.

It's hard to say how Ye Qiao will feel then. If he's in a good mood, he might just beat his master half to death before coming out.

……

Within the Reincarnation Array, Ye Qiao transformed Bujianjun into a spear and tossed it upwards. Although the Seventh Elder was skilled with a sword, the spear, being the king of all weapons, had a long enough reach to swirl in her hand. The spear moved like a dragon, cutting through arcs. After several exchanges, the Seventh Elder's spirit banner was pierced and torn to shreds.

Although the treasure could heal itself, she wouldn't give it a chance.

What alarmed him even more was that Ye Qiao's cultivation level was higher than his own.

There's a saying in the cultivation world: the difference between two realms is like an insurmountable chasm.

If she were at the peak of the Integration Realm, the Seventh Elder would not be afraid at all. In terms of experience, he could easily defeat two little devils. But she managed to suppress him by a whole realm!

The Seventh Elder couldn't believe that in just one year, Ye Qiao had found such an opportunity.

The three spirit banners spun and swayed in the old man's hand, clearly indicating his intention to unleash a human wave tactic using living corpses.

Ye Qiao sneered and threw the Ghost King Tower out with a backhand.

"Grab him."

The advantage of magical artifacts is that they can upgrade along with you.

Previously, the tower spirit had often complained about being hungry nine times a day while following Ye Qiao. Now that Ye Qiao had reached the Tribulation Transcending stage, it was quite pleased with itself and stopped complaining, working diligently without complaint.

The golden pagoda appeared out of thin air, shimmering with golden light, and slammed into the Seventh Elder's spine. The Seventh Elder coughed up blood, choked in his throat, and desperately swung his sword to resist.

His sword was a spiritual sword, and his tower was also a spiritual artifact. Compared to the two, he lost because his cultivation level was one realm lower.

Helpless, the Seventh Elder could only take out the Purifying Lotus again, staring intently at Ye Qiao, wishing he could skin her alive and tear her bones apart.

As the Pure Lotus and the Golden Lotus of Merit were locked in battle, Ye Qiao moved her hand and pulled out a secret book. Countless threads rushed out from it, like tentacles. How could the Seventh Elder not see its power?

Once caught, one becomes a puppet on the strings of that book.

Ye Qiao gave him a cool smile.

Let's not compete in swordsmanship today; let's just use whatever we have.

This battle isn't about superior swordsmanship or exquisite formations; it's about who has the strongest foundation.

The Seventh Elder frantically dodged the hidden book's sneak attack, but Ye Qiao took advantage of his distraction, extended the handle of the Radiant Shovel, and with a bright white light, swiftly and accurately struck down on his head.

With a single shovel strike, the earth shook and the formation trembled repeatedly.

It was fortunate that Song Hansheng was guarding the formation; otherwise, the formation would have been overwhelmed by Huo Huo, a cultivator at the early stage of the Tribulation Transcending Realm and a cultivator at the peak of the Integration Realm.

Before the Seventh Elder could stand up straight, he was struck by the absolute gravity of the Han Guang Shovel, which broke his bones, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

"???"

He stared in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. Wasn't the shovel in Zhou Xingyun's hand?

His mother must be seeing ghosts.

Seeing that he couldn't win, the Seventh Elder took out his magic weapon, but Ye Qiao immediately suppressed it. He couldn't compete with her family wealth, so he tried to compete with her swordsmanship. Ye Qiao was a realm higher than him, and her Qingfeng Technique had reached the final stage. With the added blessing of the Tribulation Transcending stage, she could shatter the unformed sword shadow in his hand in just a few moves.

He was so shocked that his face turned ashen, cold sweat poured down his forehead, sliding down his bulging veins, and the long sword in his hand was forced to retreat repeatedly by the murderous sword moves.

At that time, the Seventh Elder was already vaguely regretting it.

If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have chosen Changming Sect to set up this scheme.

He could have chosen to join the Sword Inquiry Sect.

At the very least, those direct disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect behaved themselves!

They don't have that strong rebellious spirit. As long as they survive until the Sword Inquiry Sect Master ascends to immortality, they can decide what will happen to the cultivation world in the future.

The problem was that they chose the Changming Sect.

The disciples of Changming Sect are the most special. So what if he's the sect leader? Isn't he better than that idiot Qin Fanfan?

What difference does it make who's the sect leader? They all chose to rebel, and none of them are the type to admit their mistakes, obey orders, or repent. Their indomitable spirit is just outrageous.

The Seventh Elder looked bitter; he had wanted to pick the easy target, but unexpectedly, he had picked the toughest one.

As I said before, what difference does it make who becomes the sect leader? If they weren't so difficult to deal with, and if the bonds between fellow disciples were weaker, even if I became the sect leader, no one would have much objection.

Even if you want to have an opinion, you have to ask yourself if you can win the fight.

it's good now.

Ye Qiao led a group of people in rebellion. Her shovel was fast and accurate, and each strike would leave the person half-dead. The two of them were pulling each other in the formation, one in front and one behind, when half a day had passed. Finally, she caught an opportunity and slammed the shovel down hard on his head. With a "bang", the spiritual energy of the Tribulation Integration stage collided, and the surrounding formation patterns turned into dust.

The Seventh Elder's face turned pale as he tried to resist, but the spirit sword in his hand shattered under the immense pressure, and he was smashed to pieces by the Han Guang Shovel!

His physical body exploded on the spot, and his primordial spirit used this opportunity to escape from the formation, scattering his treasures all over the ground.

Ye Qiao reached out and summoned back the Pure World Green Lotus, taking away his other magical treasures. He coldly placed the Unseen Lord in his hand, intending to chase after his primordial spirit and crush it completely. But in the next second, someone suddenly tore through the quiet formation and entered.

She was surprised that anyone could come in. Tilting her head, her cold expression turned into a grin, and her voice rose, "Old monk?"

It's no wonder Ye Qiao laughed; it's mainly because the other person's appearance is quite comical.

He looked worried and was bald.

"..."

Old monk?

The old man's face darkened at the title, and he scolded, "What a foul-mouthed brat!"

"Where is the Seventh Elder?"

When he entered the formation, he didn't see anyone he knew. Of course, the monk didn't think that the Seventh Elder was in any danger; at most, he was just trapped inside the formation.

But the Seventh Elder's prolonged absence displeased the powerful figures who had come to his aid.

Murder is also a sin, especially when it involves people from the Changming Sect. They are afraid of getting involved in unnecessary trouble. The Seventh Elder is the one who organized this plan. If he doesn't step forward and wants them to take the risk, how can such a good thing happen?

Ye Qiao was taken aback for a moment, then continued laughing, "I just beat him to a pulp, do you want to join me?"

With so many people outside, it won't be easy for them to break into their territory.

This clearly shows that the old monk was indeed capable, able to enter and meet him, so he must not be an incompetent person.

"You beat him to a pulp? Ha." He still thought she was joking. Judging from Ye Qiao's personality, she was the kind of person who liked to talk nonsense.

"Otherwise, would you have smashed me to pieces?" Ye Qiao said with a smile.

Both were chatty geniuses, each more talkative than the other. The old monk even asked again, "If I don't see you, I won't be so good-tempered." He transformed into a knife, which hung high in the air, and swung the long knife to kill the other.

Ye Qiao only summoned the emperor but did not see him; the remaining four swords were all left outside to assist.

I can't help but feel happy that I haven't seen you.

He really is the most pampered cat.

Without warning, Jun made his move, interrupting their banter. Ye Qiao, preoccupied with the Seventh Elder's escaped spirit, didn't linger any longer.

As the old monk knocked the alms bowl down from the sky and disappeared, Ye Qiao caught it with her bare hand, and with a cold glint in her sword tip, she swept it across, instantly stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

With each thrust and stab, the murderous intent was unmistakable.

The killing sword naturally exudes a chilling and terrifying aura of slaughter. When the old monk saw that she had already started using the sword, but the Seventh Elder was still nowhere to be seen, his heart sank.

isn't it?

Could that good-for-nothing Seventh Elder really have been killed by a little brat like her?

The old monk's heart trembled as he was struck. He hurriedly threw down the defensive magic weapon in his hand and tried to defend himself. Ye Qiao sneered and cleaved the alms bowl in two with a single sword strike. In an instant, golden light shone everywhere. The old monk saw this and thought, "This is terrible!"

Although his alms bowl wasn't a magical artifact, it was still a top-grade magic weapon. Given his own cultivation level, it was still cleaved in two by this brat's sword!

These Buddhist and Taoist monks have one thing in common with their disciples: they follow their hearts.

Seeing Ye Qiao's murderous aura, he didn't even want to pick up the remains of the alms bowl anymore and scrambled away.

He ran while cursing under his breath.

Chen Muzhan, that bastard!

They actually watched their master die!

Back in the sect, he was determined to teach this disciple a lesson on what it meant to respect one's teacher!