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

Can they beat this brat?

This is really hard to say.

Ye Qiao was able to beat the Seventh Elder to a pulp, forcing him to flee in a sorry state, but what if the Seventh Elder was actually a useless piece of trash?

Although the possibility is slim.

They only knew that the other party's realm was extraordinary, but they did not see the Seventh Elder's abilities. It could be said that the Seventh Elder was trapped in the formation before he even had a chance to show off.

This can be described as a prime example of dying before achieving one's goal.

Seeing that the situation had reached a stalemate, and with the mastermind being killed, some cultivators were already considering giving up.

As a result, they couldn't break through the domain for the time being and could only resist it while anxiously trying to find a way out.

however.

Even the Seven Elders couldn't escape from the domain, so where could they run to?

"Gentlemen, you have come from afar," Ye Qiao said a few polite words, then held his sword horizontally in front of him, his expression turning cold. "Let's set aside right and wrong for now. Who wants to fight?"

No one dared to respond easily.

They were conflicted. They wanted to test her strength, but there was no need for a group of them to attack together, otherwise there would be another big battle.

The opponents aren't just the people from Changming Sect; aren't the disciples from other sects also human beings? They're all being watched like the apples of our eyes. Getting them seriously injured isn't a big deal, but if they die, that would be a huge problem.

It truly became a fight to the death with the Five Sects.

But who will fight Ye Qiao?

At that moment, everyone kept making excuses.

"you go."

"I'm not going. I'm not going!"

"Fellow Daoist Lin, please!"

"No, no, no, Fellow Daoist Li, please go first."

They were all cultivators, and as the saying goes, "better to die for a fellow cultivator than for oneself." At this critical moment, their thinking was clearer than ever before.

"Everyone around me seems more deserving of death than me!"

The nail that sticks out gets hammered down; why should they be the first to go?

The Seventh Elder went first, but he still failed miserably.

Seeing them deferring back and forth, some disciples, still unclear about the situation, said, "Ye Qiao, Ye Qiao, as long as you give the order, we will support you as the new sect leader."

They were all quite impatient.

Since Qin Fanfan isn't in the sect anyway, let's just pretend he's dead. What's wrong with letting Ye Qiao be the sect leader?

"You are as careless and casual as ever." It was unclear which Venerable One scoffed, yet he still supported the new sect leader with a single order?

The Changming Sect has a long tradition of having sword cultivators as its sect leaders.

What is Ye Qiao's profession?

Her background is complex, she's got a bit of everything, but if I had to pick one, her swordsmanship is still the best, and her skill in talismanic arts is also quite high. Being a sect leader isn't actually out of the question...

But those elders and peak masters did not die.

How could a mere brat like her be the sect leader?

"None of your business!" they retorted angrily on the spot.

The elder peak master was preoccupied with his own affairs and was tightly bound by the sect leader's decree.

The only ones not subject to the sect leader's decree are the disciples.

So what's wrong with supporting Ye Qiao? She's still a direct disciple of their sect, after all.

Seeing their varied expressions, none of them seemed willing to make a move. Ye Qiao chuckled and turned to ask the others, "Do you want to be on the front page of the cultivation world?"

Ye Qiao asked with great concern.

Qin Huai was the one who wanted it most. He sharpened his knife, nodded repeatedly, and said, "Yes."

Ye Qiao pointed down and said, "Crush them, and I'll get you on the front page."

The eyelids of the twelve peak masters twitched wildly.

Where is this?

The Changming Sect's sacred site.

Do you fucking want to destroy your own sect?

"it is good."

Qin Huai agreed.

If they didn't make a move, then Ye Qiao would. Her domain shifted, and four spirit swords plunged into the group of cultivators, stirring up a storm of energy as immense sword pressure exploded.

As Ye Qiao took the lead in disregarding martial ethics and made her move, the others followed suit. Now, no one needed to test anyone anymore; they would find out after a fight.

"Although the Seventh Elder is dead, he is not important. The spiritual artifact is still in Kunlun Mountain."

They can destroy this place, capture Ye Qiao, and rush to Kunlun Mountain. Even without the Seventh Elder, they can still do it.

"What you say is absolutely right, fellow Daoist."

They finally reached a consensus.

They all pulled out their magical artifacts, intending to advance and retreat together. Now they couldn't retreat even if they wanted to, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and fight. They could at least comfort themselves by thinking, "A bunch of kids, how can they possibly cause any trouble?"

Qin Huai took the lead; since he had already started, he didn't care about offending a few more senior figures.

The hurricane swept across everyone's faces; when Qin Huai moved, he couldn't distinguish friend from foe, and the wind made people uncomfortable.

Zhou Xingyun held the sword in his arms, then drew his spirit sword.

The sword moves, the wind stops.

He lowered his eyes, and a silver sword flashed out, from which the sword spirit appeared. The sword spirit was exactly the same as Zhou Xingyun.

He may look slow, but he's incredibly efficient when he takes action, defeating his opponent in no time.

After Zhou Xingyun transformed from Dust into human form, he decisively switched to the Han Guang shovel.

The shovel of light descended, a level higher. Even against such an innate spiritual weapon, it was still hampered. Zhou Xingyun could make many mistakes, but if they made a single mistake, they would definitely have their heads severed by that water-cutting blade.

Ye Qinghan didn't really want to take action.

But the two of them went.

He thought about it for a moment and decided that he had to go too.

At the very least, we can't be outdone.

Ye Qiao entered the arena with even greater ferocity. With a single thrust of his sword, he broke the sword in Elder Qiu's hand and slammed it into the ground, burying Elder Qiu's head in the ground.

Those who came to fight were mostly sword cultivators, each more skilled than the last. Seeing this, she softly told them, "Since you all like showing off your swordsmanship so much, how about I show you mine in a bit?"

She glanced at the location of Kunlun Mountain and sneered.

Within Kunshan.

They've imprisoned countless spiritual artifacts within them; they're clearly hoping those artifacts will allow them to ascend to immortality.

Ye Qiao promised that this sword strike would be unforgettable for them.

Next, any elders caught by Ye Qiao were all thrown into the Samsara Array to keep the old monk company. They were elders from various sects, and it wasn't her place to clean house.

Ye Qiao could take down an elder with a single punch. Those at the Nascent Soul or Void Refinement stages were utterly powerless against her. If they were lucky, they were thrown into the Samsara Array; if they were unlucky, Ye Qiao would simply stab them with her sword if she didn't like them.

She now seized the opportunity to grab the elder, her movements nimble as she landed behind Elder Qiu. Suddenly, she patted him on the shoulder, looked at the old man before her, and asked with a grin, "Elder Qiu, is it fun to commit violence in our sect?"

"How dare you!" Elder Qiu's face darkened. As an elder of the Sword Inquiry Sect, he naturally recognized Ye Qiao.

Ye Qiao ignored him, using her sword as a fulcrum, and stomped down hard with her toes, striking his abdomen. She laughed, "Whoa, take off."

She easily tossed the Nascent Soul cultivator away like a sandbag, her kick so powerfully that it sent a bloody hole through his abdomen as he rolled into the formation.

Xie Chuxue rushed over in a flurry, ready to clean up the mess, only to witness a group of young people brutally attacking their senior.

He immediately laughed, all his emotions culminating in a single sigh: "Young man."

A group of geniuses.

The various sect costumes mingled together, and just by standing there, the phrase "spirited and vigorous" became the most accurate description.

The other disciples, whether from within or outside the sect, were also stirred up by Ye Qiao and joined in.

Because there were so many people, even a group fight could be evenly matched. Not to mention there were so many Nascent Soul and Divine Transformation cultivators. At first, those senior figures had a very optimistic idea, thinking that controlling these disciples would be a very easy thing.

As the fight progressed, their expressions changed.

It has changed in every sense of the word.

Ye Qiao liked to tease people when she hit them. After making them furious, she would show no mercy and stomp on their face, crushing them into the ground.

Logically speaking, when fighting someone, you can fight however you want, and even being defeated in one move is fine, but some people just like to trample on their opponent's dignity.

Is it fun?

Xie Chuxue stroked her chin and found it really funny, especially the expressions of those people, each one more vivid than the last.

They've all lived for hundreds of years; sometimes saving face is more important than life itself.

After watching for a while, and thinking it was about time, he spoke.

"Xiao Qiao." The young man, hands behind his back, looking quite respectable, called out, "What are you still playing games with them for?"

He was giving frantic hints.

—Hurry up and do it, you little rascal.

Others, whose cultivation levels were too low, couldn't sense the changes when Ye Qiao made her move. Xie Chuxue, however, found it strange when she calculated that the position of sect leader was different. What had happened?

After seeing Ye Qiao easily defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator, he understood.

So that's what happened.

Qin Fanfan was not wronged in being usurped.

--Play?

They felt humiliated; she punched them one by one. You're saying she was just playing around?

Xie Chuxue's sudden arrival made the atmosphere tense again. Some cultivators were already secretly preparing their defensive incantations, ready to flee at any moment. Their hearts were pounding, and they felt incredulous. "Why are you here?"

Xie Chuxue glanced at the group of nearly five hundred people, her eyes flashing coldly, but she continued arguing with them: "Otherwise, should I be getting beaten up in the demon realm?"

"..." Otherwise what?

"Xie Chuxue! Don't be ungrateful. Your sect is currently leaderless. We are helping you."

"Yes, you're currently just one step away from transcending the tribulation. Why don't we try together to see if we can open the Heavenly Gate, and then ascend together? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

They also tried to recruit a master.

Xie Chuxue ignored them and stared straight at Ye Qiao.

"Esteemed seniors," Ye Qiao said casually, after once again stomping an old man into the mire of life, she stopped her antics and pulled out the Sect Master's Token.

In fact, she didn't need the peak masters' help, but as long as the token was there, the sect master was there.

Those powerful families only managed to infiltrate the ranks because they were leaderless. If things went well, they could reap the benefits; if they failed, they would simply tear up the teleportation talisman and run away, and no one could stop them.

They've got a good plan.

Ye Qiao tossed out the token, glanced at the expressions on everyone's faces, and raised her voice, coldly asking, "Do any of you recognize this token?"

With the sect leader's token in hand, he suddenly raised it, and countless people were instantly frozen in place.

"Let's get to know each other." The peak masters were all taken aback and responded in unison.

Knowing is one thing.

First she took out a Golden Lotus of Merit, and then she took out a Radiant Shovel.

Now they've obtained another sect leader's token.

Everyone had only one thought.

—It's fake again, isn't it?

Moreover, what is her cultivation level, and what is the Seventh Elder's? Even if the token in her possession is genuine, it shouldn't be under her control.

The token chooses its owner.

The highest choice was made.

The moment she took it out, everyone's expressions were priceless—some were shocked, some excited, and some doubtful.

Xie Chuxue watched with a smile for a long time, thinking to herself that it was no wonder the Heavenly Dao had told him to come over; one could not appreciate such wonderful expressions from so many people in the Demon Realm.

"You, Ye Qiao, think you can fool us with a fake?" The old man in plain clothes said in a slightly cold voice. They dared to come because the sect leader was not here, and the high-level cultivators were not here. Wouldn't the group of low-level cultivators just kill each other indiscriminately?

She has a token? What a load of rubbish! What realm is she at? What realm is the sect leader at?

The old man in plain clothes chuckled softly, "Do you believe what she has is real, or do you believe I'm undergoing tribulation?"

As soon as he spoke, someone responded, "So you are the Venerable One Who Has Transcended Tribulation, my apologies for my rudeness."

They sang in perfect harmony, their voices complementing each other beautifully.

Ye Qiao's expression was strange for a few seconds. Seeing that they were all still, she didn't linger. She poured spiritual energy into the token and could feel countless people connected to her fingertips at this moment, able to be controlled by her.

It's quite a strange feeling to have everything under your control.

In an instant, the expressions of the twelve peak masters also changed.

isn't it?

play for real?

Xie Chuxue could also feel his primordial power being torn apart. He sighed inwardly, realizing he was prepared.

The young man knelt down on one knee first, his white robes trailing on the ground, and bowed respectfully, raising his voice, "The eighteenth generation peak master of Jade Cry Peak pays respects to the sect master."