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

Broken inch by inch, devastated beyond recognition, the spirit sword illuminated the entire Changming Sect with a sudden burst of light, and wherever it passed, a thunderous roar resounded through the sky.

No matter how many deadly moves there are, they cannot compare to this one sword strike. The entire mountain trembled in the endless sword light, and in an instant, it collapsed into ruins.

Everyone in the formation released their grip, their faces blank with shock.

The snow-white sword light shone on everyone's faces, revealing their expressions.

What's the point of fighting now?

If we could summarize everyone's feelings at this moment, it would probably be something like, "Sorry to bother you."

They climbed up.

The useless Seventh Elder.

It's wasting their time.

"...What should we do?" someone murmured.

Every step was filled with rampant sword energy, and the thousands of killing calamities within the formation had already trapped everyone. However, Ye Qiao's sword strike was truly earth-shattering, forcing almost everyone to stop their killing actions and nearly pressing them to the ground.

Are we going to fight Ye Qiao to the death?

What's the point of trying to compete? There are so many people around her. She's still undergoing tribulation.

The old man, his hair and beard white, twirled the whisk in his hand and slowly spoke, "In my humble opinion..." It would be better if everyone washed up and went to sleep.

In the future, things may change.

They are in the wrong now, having injured Qin Fanfan's disciples and killed many of them. Qin Fanfan will definitely fight them to the death.

Others may not know, but as people around the same age as Qin Fanfan, they had all killed and plundered throughout the cultivation world in their youth, and knew that she was also protective of her own, not to mention that Ye Qiao was also there.

Despite her young age, she was ruthless. She possessed countless treasures, and when she smashed them down, many would die instantly. Some were even killed before they could react, their souls scattered and their eyes wide open in death.

The formation beneath their feet changed again, and they had given up any thought of resistance.

Xie Chuxue remained silent. With Ye Qiao destroying the Seventh Elder's lair with a single sword strike, the matter should have been settled. As long as he withdrew the formation and Xiao Qiao suppressed the situation, those people, whose cultivation levels were inferior and who could not defeat him, would naturally have no choice but to slink away in disgrace.

But he was not willing to give up.

They were unwilling to let them go so easily.

The calm divine order in his mind told him not to commit any more killings and to stop when he should.

Xie Chuxue could no longer suppress the resentment in her heart and coldly questioned, "You can't commit murder recklessly? Their lives are lives, but the lives of the people of our Changming Sect are worthless?"

Heaven did not respond.

Aside from order, Heaven has no so-called bias; it simply believes that stopping now is the best option.

Xie Chuxue's voice grew even colder, "Have they never shown any pity for the young members of our sect?"

In each cycle of reincarnation, the Seventh Elder used Yun Que's move to scheme against the cultivation world. Xie Chuxue didn't know if they had succeeded, but she assumed they had.

Otherwise, Heaven would not act this way.

The cultivation world is in chaos, with powerful figures from all walks of life fighting each other for the chance to ascend. When the calamity comes, who can remain unscathed?

It's pitiful that the direct disciples of their Changming Sect either fell into demonic possession, died, or vanished into the world, their fates extremely tragic. Inner and outer disciples were also reduced to being buried alive amidst the slaughter by a group of powerful figures. When he arrived, less than one-tenth of the disciples of the once-great sect remained.

Heaven instructed him to maintain his original nature and guard his unity, otherwise he would have fallen into demonic possession sooner or later.

Throughout the endless cycles of reincarnation, Xie Chuxue remained calm.

Until this moment, he gripped the array diagram tightly in his hand, a murderous aura suddenly emanating from his brow, unable to suppress the resentment in his heart.

……

"Young man of the Song family, I have some connections with your father. If you stop now, we will owe you a favor. Stop it now."

The man casually swept a whisk down, his gesture carrying a veiled threat.

These talisman cultivators were scheming and maneuvering within the killing formation, making it impossible for him to move an inch. Unable to bear the fear of losing his life and a century of cultivation, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and threaten the other party.

Song Hansheng's face darkened, and he made a hand seal, summoning a nameless white lotus to shield the people behind him.

"Don't you see what kind of situation this is?" Song Hansheng sneered, his fingers forming a talisman. "You think you owe me a favor? Why don't I ask Ye Qiao for it? Isn't her favor more effective than yours?"

That's a young man undergoing tribulation; everyone wants that favor, but they don't even consider whether they have the face to do it.

What right does this old man have to compare favors with Ye Qiao?

Qin Huai's voice was icy: "Why waste words with him? Kill him."

These people probably don't really think that killing so many of their people and not resisting means they won't have to pay a price, right?

Qin Huai and Song Hansheng hit it off immediately. One of them stood guard while the other held a sword, and they started attacking those powerful experts at high levels!

Seeing his two senior brothers rush past, the remaining two sect members hurriedly followed. Zhou Xingyun, being more composed than the other two chief disciples, immediately looked at his uncle.

According to Qin Huai and Song Hansheng's idea, they would naturally exterminate them all. But to be honest, if they killed them all, it would cause a lot of trouble. The powerful families behind those ancestors would definitely not let it go.

Junior Uncle...

Zhou Xingyun's impression of him was that he had a kind personality and was probably not the kind of person who liked to commit murder.

Of course.

Xie Chuxue had remained silent until now, when she turned and looked at them, her hands forming a hand seal. "Who are you going to kill?"

His tone was somewhat cold, his eyes were faintly red, and there was a hint of menace in them.

The others didn't dare to speak for a moment. After all, the pressure was terrifying. Even though Xie Chuxue had suppressed it, the faint sense of oppression was still very uncomfortable.

Seeing that none of her four junior disciples responded, Xie Chuxue spoke to herself, "Since they dared to come, they must have been prepared to die and perish."

He said casually, "In that case, to avoid them settling scores later, let's just kill them all."

Xue Yu frowned, feeling that his uncle was somewhat mentally unstable and was showing signs of being possessed by demonic energy.

"Junior Uncle..."

The formation was evolved by Xie Chuxue. With the master's boiling killing intent, Ye Qiao suppressed their power, making their movements within the formation increasingly difficult.

The twelve peak masters alone could fight them to a standstill one-on-one. But with Xie Chuxue's arrival, they were truly like grasshoppers in autumn, unable to hop around for more than a few days.

Meanwhile, Xie Chuxue's strength was enhanced within the formation. He watched the old men brandishing their swords with murderous intent, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. With a wave of his hand, curse seals soared down and covered the area. Wailing cries resounded, countless magical treasures shattered, and the rock-solid defenses were destroyed inch by inch. The murderous aura and blood mingled, creating a scene resembling a hell on earth.

Those who run fast and have magical treasures can still put up a fight, but those whose magical treasures have been used up in the battle cannot escape their fate.

It exploded into a bloody mist in just one shot.

As it rolled over, it was filled with a fierce and malevolent aura, and the formation was already teeming with various killing intents. At this moment, it was even more chaotic and disorderly.

Xie Chuxue showed no intention of making a move, which relieved the other powerful figures, who mistakenly believed that he was giving face to the other families by not interfering and wishing them mercy.

This swift and decisive action left everyone speechless for a moment.

Mingxuan: "...Why does Junior Uncle show signs of demonic possession?" He was perfectly fine before?

"Junior Uncle is right again." Mu Chongxi snorted coldly. "They've gone too far! Just kill them all. Senior Brother, let's go and slaughter them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and his senior brother grabbed their swords and plunged into the fray. Mingxuan and Xueyu exchanged a glance and could only follow behind their senior uncle, one in front and one behind.

Now that his martial uncle had spoken, he was somewhat excited. Once this group of people arrived, they weren't going to leave.

Xie Chuxue's ruthless actions provoked an exceptionally fierce counterattack from those within the formation, who shouted angrily, "Are you really going to wipe us out completely?"

Zhu You had already made his move when he turned his Luoshui sword around and silenced them. He thought that after killing those bound cultivators, they would stop killing him, but he never expected them to be so ruthless.

"How ruthless, Xie Chuxue! Didn't anyone tell you to leave a way out for others? We didn't even slaughter everyone from your sect today!"

"That's just sanctimonious talk," Chu Xingzhi scoffed. "It's because you're not skilled enough! You just haven't found the opportunity yet!"

Xie Chuxue, who was being questioned by a group of people, did not want to engage in verbal sparring with them. Several spell seals exuded a profound Daoist charm. The formation was his, and he could kill whomever he wanted. Unless the person entering the formation was much stronger than him, they would be suppressed and have no power to fight back!

With a few swipes of the incantation seals, the group that had been shouting just moments before fell silent in an instant.

"..." Mingxuan was also startled.

The Heavenly Dao remained silent for a few seconds: "Even if they are guilty, it is not your place to lay a hand on them."

Xie Chuxue sneered, retorting with the words of the Heavenly Dao she had just spoken, "They lacked virtue and only committed more murder. Their deaths today are simply the will of Heaven, the cycle of cause and effect!"

The Heavenly Dao said, "I thought you no longer hated me." After all, Xie Chuxue must have seen this kind of scene many times in her reincarnations.

Even the deepest hatred should have faded by now.

Xie Chuxue also thought that he had calmed down.

Yes.

He thought...

But when he was actually trapped in the formation and the scene repeated itself, the outcome was different. Xie Chuxue suddenly realized that the resentment in his heart was still hard to quell.

When that group slaughtered all the disciples of Changming Sect, they showed no mercy and did not care that the disciples were just children. Xie Chuxue still remembers that when those powerful figures swept past the disciples, they were turned into dust with a wave of their hands, and their deaths were tragic. They were only six years old when they joined the sect.

Those disciples who died were young and weak in cultivation. No one cared about their lives or deaths, and no one would save them.

From beginning to end, only Xie Chuxue remained, shedding all her blood, tears, and resentment in countless reincarnations.

The Way of Heaven has fallen silent.

It was it that had caused Xie Chuxue to drag him through countless cycles of reincarnation, leaving him indebted to her. So it concealed its presence and did not stop her.

Xie Chuxue was right when she said something: it's all a cycle of cause and effect.

……

With a single, devastating strike, Ye Qiao annihilated the entire interior of Kunlun Mountain. At the same time, she tossed the Pure World Green Lotus into the mountain, eagerly heading off to find its original owner.

She didn't need to avoid it; the Pure Lotus, a primordial treasure of the sect, was more than capable of protecting Miao Miao from the sword energy and the collapsing boulders.

The green lotus returned to its master's hands, protecting the person under the green light and leading them to the center of the battlefield. Miao Miao activated her magic. She had no magic weapons or spiritual artifacts on her, not even pills. After all, she was meeting the Seventh Elder, and even if she had brought any, he would have taken them all.

All she can use now is the Azure Lotus in her hand, and Miao Miao is naturally overjoyed to have her natal spiritual weapon back in her possession.

How did you get back?

There is only one possibility: the Seventh Elder has perished, and the spiritual artifact, being unclaimed, naturally fell into his possession.

Kunshan was cleaved in two, utterly and completely wiped out; all formations and dojos vanished. And who else could the swordsman be but Ye Qiao?

That sword strike just now nearly forced the person to their knees, and although it only lasted for a moment, it was enough to alarm everyone in the cultivation world.

"Qiaoqiao." Miaomiao held a lotus flower in her hands, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Ye Qiao with great surprise and delight: "You're amazing!"

It was resolved with a single sword strike.

It goes without saying that the Seventh Elder was also defeated by her.

Seeing that her junior sister was safe and sound, Si Miaoyan in the formation breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't help but think to herself that she had previously thought the other party's statement that he would "save her from danger in front of everyone" was nonsense, but now it seemed to make some sense.

Could it be that her junior sister is actually a genius? Has she some connection to Penglai? Is she suited to be a charlatan?

After all, those charlatans and fortune tellers talk in a mystical way, yet their predictions always seem to come true.

Ye Qiao's sword strike was beautiful, and even Zhu You couldn't help but say to her senior brothers, "Senior brothers, if you meet a female cultivator from the Changming Sect, you should marry her! As the saying goes, opportunity knocks but once, and time waits for no one!"

That's like undergoing a tribulation.

It's not a loss.

Chu Xingzhi couldn't hold back any longer, "Married? But she hit people..."

He stopped mid-sentence.

But the meaning between the lines is very clear.

Marrying a female cultivator from the Changming Sect means enduring a life of constant beatings.

I would like to specifically mention Ye Qiao of Changming Sect.