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

"..."

"What on earth did these kids go off to do together?" The remaining elders of Changming Sect were all sitting cross-legged in the formation, meditating quietly. Elder Zhao opened his eyes and realized that the token had changed hands. His heart pounded like a drum, and he stood up abruptly.

"Didn't they say they were taking her to our dojo to catch Xiao Qiao?"

"Sigh, they're really bold." The Fourth Elder sighed. It wasn't that they wanted to be actors and were anxiously waiting inside the formation; the main problem was that they really couldn't help.

We can only beg and plead with other sects to send some people.

When the five factions were united, they were quite united.

Almost all the disciples of each sect went to the battlefield carrying their respective sect's magical treasures. Don't think they didn't know that Changming Sect was poor, but none of the other four sects were poor. With those rare treasures on their bodies, at least this group of people could run away.

"No, that won't do," Elder Zhao said, still concerned. "We still have to go and check on it."

After this, whether it's a group of old men throwing a fixed match or a real one, they should at least be protected. Otherwise, someone as ruthless as the Seventh Elder would certainly not spare their lives.

"Don't be in such a hurry." An elder, seemingly calculating, smiled. "Haven't the token changed hands yet?"

What does it mean when the token changes hands?

Either the Seventh Elder had a change of heart and gave the token to someone else before leaving the sect.

But it's obvious that this is unlikely. If he had a change of heart, he would have given up on his plan long ago during the nearly one hundred years that Changming Sect had been enduring hardship and biding its time.

Then there's only one other possibility.

The Seventh Elder has passed away and his power has vanished, so the token will naturally be inherited by the next elder.

Elder Zhao pondered deeply, "Since the token has changed hands, why didn't it automatically fly into my hand?"

He is the only one in the sect at the Refinement of Void Realm. Although he is not good at fighting, his realm is there. No matter what, he can't surpass me, right?

"I did detect Xie Chuxue's presence."

The other party did not restrain themselves either; having lived together for hundreds of years, they could easily detect newcomers.

"He can kill the Seventh Elder?"

"I'm afraid not." Elder Zhao had known the other party for so many years, didn't he know his own worth? Seventh Elder was a talent, a talent that only appeared once every few thousand years in the cultivation world.

Xie Chuxue and Qin Fanfan working together might be able to subdue it. But it's only a possibility.

And one person absolutely cannot do it.

So, who made the move?

The Third Elder casually tossed out a talisman, breaking the array before them. He took the lead and said in a deep voice, "Let's go. Let's go see the new sect leader."

Whether it's a human or a ghost, you'll know once you see it.

Who the new sect leader is isn't important; the key is that it can't be someone as ruthless as the Seventh Elder. Ultimately, they're worried about those disciples who rushed there in such a hurry. If the new sect leader is inhuman, then their sect's few remaining disciples are already struggling under the Seventh Elder's oppression.

If another one comes, wouldn't it be even worse?

The elders exchanged a few words of encouragement, though it was unclear who they were comforting. They made their way along the main peak to the main battlefield. Everyone from the Changming Sect entered the domain, where baleful energy swirled. Various magical artifacts and treasures were thrown into the air, emitting a dazzling seven-colored light. Normally, in the midst of a chaotic battle, who could distinguish whose treasure it was? When it came crashing down, it would kill a whole bunch of people.

However, the scene at this moment was extremely strange. The elders who arrived were dumbfounded as they watched the alluring vines in the domain binding countless Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

The bound cultivators blushed and wanted to curse, but felt too ashamed, so they simply shut up and pretended to be dead.

They are old enough to be Ye Qiao's grandfather.

Now he was bound and unable to move. This situation was no less than a public execution. Elder Zhao gently stroked his beard, too shocked to speak.