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

The people below had different thoughts. When they suddenly heard Xie Chuxue say that some disciples should go down the mountain, some of them immediately chose to go with Ye Qiao and the others.

At this moment, the entire Changming Sect was permeated with a strong stench of blood, and the scene was filled with an inescapable chill, which mingled with the countless resentments generated by the massacre. Those with low cultivation levels couldn't help but tremble on the spot.

Lu Xiaoming had the inside scoop; he was someone who had witnessed the tribulation up close. Of course, many others knew about the Changming Sect's activities.

After all, Ye Qiao had caused quite a stir.

With a single sword strike, Kunlun Mountain was cleaved in two, and the remaining Daoist temple of the Seventh Elder was completely destroyed. The entire cultivation world's sea of ​​consciousness was now entangled together, witnessing the outcome of the battle of Changming Sect up close.

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

"Whose consciousness bumped into me?!"

The seas of consciousness from all directions were intertwined, and Xie Chuxue's boundless sea of ​​consciousness was almost filled with just a simple glance.

These cultivators in the cultivation world are really bored!

Lu Xiaoming suppressed his excitement and, seeing them gradually starting to call out names to go down the mountain, he hurriedly squeezed forward and asked, "Can I come along?"

"Aren't you going home???"

The outside world is quite dangerous. Especially the Changming Sect.

Lu Xiaoming blinked and shook his head vigorously. "I don't want to go home right now." Who wants to go home?! He wants to go down the mountain with these big shots! No matter what, it's the Tribulation Transcending stage, and just being able to make his presence known to them is an opportunity.

Mu Chongxi was quite easy to talk to, "If you want to come along, that's fine too."

That's great! Xie Chuxue wasn't letting them go down the mountain to play; she was sending those despicable demons back to the Demon Abyss. This way, there's one more person to help with the hard work.

As they spoke, Xie Chuxue also noticed the only person in the formation who was unharmed.

Chen Muzhan...

His gaze suddenly turned cold.

His sharp gaze fell on the other party, as if it were a tangible force. Under the intimidating pressure, Chen Muzhen subconsciously gripped the golden lotus in his hand. Faced with this killing intent, he suppressed the instinctive urge to retaliate. He took a deep breath, knelt down with a humble yet firm demeanor, and said cautiously and earnestly, "If senior does not mind, I can help you to deliver these souls."

too frightening.

Countless resentments and karmic entanglements surround this place. This is a celestial sect, a legitimate land of blessings, not some demonic abyss. At first glance, it exudes a bloody and malevolent aura. If it truly remains like this, who would dare to come and become its disciple?

The Buddhist and Taoist traditions have techniques that are very suitable for dispersing all these spirits. Chen Muchen also cares about his reputation and used the word "deliverance," but his subtext was to curry favor with Xie Chuxue. He could use his magic to smash these lingering spirits to pieces.

Xie Chuxue understood and smiled.

Where did Buddhism and Taoism find such a flexible and resourceful divine being?

Dressed in a cassock, Chen Muzhan, with pure and clear features, asked again in a gentle voice, "What is your opinion, Senior?"

Just kidding, those Buddhist and Taoist people came and went, just as they were about to make a name for themselves at Changming Sect, but before they could do anything, they were punished by Ye Qiao.

Chen Muzhan was pragmatic; as long as Xie Chuxue didn't kill them, anything was negotiable.

No one is indifferent to their disciples, and Chen Muzhan naturally wanted to protect all the Buddhist cultivators under his tutelage as much as possible, which is why he mustered up the courage to negotiate with Xie Chuxue.

Xie Chuxue also had a headache. Those who were killed were all famous and powerful figures. Their resentment after death lingered for a long time. If you listened carefully, you could almost see the wails and roars of countless souls. The intense malice made people hold their breath when they saw it.

He wasn't some kind of serial killer. After carefully examining the person in front of him—the only Buddhist and Taoist who had escaped unscathed with the fewest casualties—he said, "Okay."

Xie Chuxue's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness. "Clean this place up, and while you're at it..." He reached out and grabbed Chen Muchen below, who had no chance to resist. In the midst of the dizziness, he was caught in Xie Chuxue's hand, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless.

"By the way, I'll take your divine child with me." Xie Chuxue laughed and told the group of Buddhist cultivators that if they wanted their divine child to be safe and sound, they should exchange all the resources they could get from the Buddhist and Taoist sects. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind letting the Golden Lotus of Merit become ownerless.

The undisguised killing intent made Chen Muzhen freeze, unable to move. He could tell that Xie Chuxue really wanted to kill him.

Unclaimed property...

The faces of all the Buddhist practitioners below turned pale.

Only when the master dies will it become an unclaimed object. Doesn't that mean that if they can't produce anything, they'll have to kill their divine child?

The crowd immediately scattered to raise money. What were they waiting for? Their own divine child was about to be lost, so of course they had to hurry and redeem him.

……

The powerful and the weak of the cultivation world all gathered at the top of Changming Sect, taking in this grand spectacle. The elders of each sect felt relieved and leisurely prepared to leave the mountain. "Let's go and see what's going on."

Of course, I wasn't there to watch the spectacle of the Changming Sect.

Xie Chuxue has already said that each sect should bring one-third of its inner and outer disciples down the mountain, so naturally they should give Changming Sect that face.

Quickly send some disciples to go with them.

Being able to train with Ye Qiao... well, this time it can't really be called training, but it's still a great opportunity. The inner and outer disciples who were chosen are blessed. Being able to study the sword techniques of the Tribulation Transcending stage up close will bring different insights. Don't you see that the Sect Master of the Sword Inquiry Sect is also the only one who has reached the Tribulation Transcending stage?

He was incredibly stingy; from beginning to end, not a single disciple ever saw how gracefully he wielded his sword, let alone had the opportunity to comprehend its power.

The only time he actually used his fist was when he hit Ye Qiao. Apart from Ye Qiao, the group of disciples below couldn't even see his hand movements clearly.

Extremely stingy.

However, Ye Qiao was generous; she probably didn't mind people around speculating. Immediately, the elders busied themselves, selecting many talented disciples to accompany them on their journeys to various places to subdue demons and monsters.

The group, consisting of nearly five thousand people from the inner and outer sects of the five sects, was all excited because it was their first time descending the mountain with their respective sect's direct disciples. They couldn't contain their excitement and started craning their necks and chattering excitedly.

Duan Hengdao's mind went blank when he heard the voices of these people.

"It is said that one person can be as strong as five hundred ducks..." Ye Qiao murmured.

How many ducks must those disciples behind them be carrying?

This was their first time leading so many people down there, so they had no experience and just let things take their course. Along the way, they "encountered" quite a few cultivators, all of whom kept staring at them and whispering among themselves.

They could watch, but no one dared to step forward. Some of the disciples were too fastidious and wished these people were as far away from them as possible, so they erected a barrier to prevent the cultivators who wanted to approach from making any progress.

Perhaps infected by the emotions of the disciples on the way, the personal disciples leading the team gradually became immersed in excitement as well. They used all their magical treasures and countless formations to depict the scene of swordsmanship intertwining. Looking back now, they couldn't help but feel proud, and they were all chattering about their heroic figures in the previous battle.

Only Mu Chongxi was muttering to himself:

"After suppressing those demons, I need to go home."

There's no real time boundary between the cultivation world and the mortal realm. After Mu Chongxi finished speaking, Mingxuan teased, "It's been so many years, and you're still attached to the mortal world?"

The first step to joining a sect is to sever worldly ties, unlike Mu Chongxi, who always insists on going home.

The mortal realm is quite interesting, with many interesting stories and plenty of food. However, there are many restrictions on cultivators, and few cultivators will descend to the mortal realm. Unless someone is exceptionally talented, a cultivator might disguise himself as an old man and descend to the mortal realm to trick them into cultivating immortality. Those without any affinity for immortality are simply ignored.

However, there are also advantages. Whether it is a cultivator or a demonic cultivator, they are less likely to run wild in the human world, and there are fewer disasters than in the cultivation world.

Mu Chongxi: "Hmph."

Of course he wants to go home.

"Come home with me. We parted in haste back then, so nothing will happen this time." Thinking of this, Mu Chongxi couldn't help but feel happy, and her voice became more cheerful.

His eyes were fixed on Ye Qiao, full of anticipation.

Ye Qiao was someone he brought into the sect, unlike the others! His junior sister was undergoing tribulation, and he was incredibly proud of her.

The young man was dressed in red and looked handsome. His eyes were like stars, and when he smiled, it was as if a sky full of stars had fallen into his eyes.

Ye Qiao couldn't help but sigh, "Indeed, the naive and innocent type is the cutest."

Her senior brothers had different personalities. Mingxuan was sensitive, the eldest brother cultivated the Supreme Being of Forgetfulness and didn't care about anything, and Xue Yu was the most thoughtful.

Ye Qiao didn't believe that Xue Yu hadn't suspected her motives when Mu Chongxi enthusiastically brought her into the sect.

After all, her third senior brother was somewhat cunning.

Ye Qiaoping liked all her senior brothers equally, but if she met one of the other three for the first time, she was certain that the other three wouldn't even bother to glance at her.

Only Mu Chongxi was different.

A young person sees mountains as mountains and water as water.

With a pure heart, when you stand there, in his eyes, you are simply who you are.

When they first met, he didn't care about her status or where she came from.

The high and mighty Changming Sect's personal disciple, a sword genius, cheerfully told me everything he knew.

Ye Qiao wondered from their first meeting how his masters could let him go down the mountain alone with such a simple mind.

They're not afraid of being sold out.

The four have different personalities, but Mu Chongxi has the purity of a child.

Seeing Mu Chongxi laughing there, Mingxuan suddenly tapped him on the forehead with his fan. "Let's go. The matter isn't resolved yet. Are you still trying to lure your junior sister down to the mortal realm?"

Why did you hit me again?

Mu Chongxi exploded, punching the other person without hesitation, while peeking out to complain, "Senior Brother, you have to teach him a lesson!"

Mingxuan circled around Zhou Xingyun, hissing as he was hit, and retorted defiantly, "Why are you lecturing me? You don't even respect your senior brother!"

"..."

Zhou Xingyun glanced at them.

Suddenly, I felt exhausted, my heart was cold, and my whole being was weary.

Mingxuan: "Senior Brother, speak up! Give him a punch and show him what respect for elders means!"

Mu Chongxi scoffed, "Why don't you let your senior brother give you a whip kick? All you do is criticize me."

Xue Yu thought the two of them should shut up. After all, the senior brother was looking at them coldly right now, and his attitude had gradually evolved from "the junior brother needs to be taught a lesson" to "the two of them need to be taught a lesson together."

—After all, Mingxuan wasn't a good person either.

Xue Yu clicked his tongue twice, "These two must have had a grudge in their past lives."

Ye Qiao smiled and said, "Who knows?"

Ye Qiao and Xue Yu walked together. The eldest brother was walking alone ahead, feeling bored, until his two junior brothers were still arguing with him from afar, like Qin Wang circling a pillar. His expression became even more lifeless.

He made up his mind to teach both of them a lesson when he returned to his sect.

The two who had been arguing fiercely suddenly felt a chill run down their spines. They glanced at their senior brother and realized that his patience had its limits, so they immediately stopped arguing.

At worst, we can go back to our sect and settle the score again.

The five people walked in the middle, led by members of the Wenjian Sect.

Ye Qiao clicked her tongue. If she didn't know they were ordered to go down the mountain, this scene would really look like a primary school field trip. The five people walking in front were all walking neatly and efficiently, like Young Pioneers.

After that, it became completely unorthodox.

They were exhausted from fighting, and because some of the inner and outer disciples behind them couldn't fly on swords, they couldn't bring too many people with them at once. They were forced to walk down the mountain. Those powerful figures didn't care who you were; their swords would cut off half your body. If they hadn't resisted in time and had the support of pills, they would have been dead long ago.

After finally recovering, they were sent down the mountain again.

So tired, so sleepy.

Duan Hengdao and Shen Ziwei encouraged each other, pinching each other to try not to fall asleep on the way down the mountain.

Of course, the two of them fought until their expressions were distorted and they wished they could strangle each other. Whether this will turn into a feud after they return to their sect remains to be seen.

Fang Zhiyao, Miaomiao, and Lu Xiaoming got together. The three of them, who were really into Ye Qiao, naturally had a lot to talk about. They didn't stop on the way and were praising Ye Qiao non-stop, competing with each other to see who was the biggest fan leader.

"When are you leaving?"

Song Hansheng was a pragmatic man. He glanced at the two charlatans beside him, still finding them disagreeable, and immediately told them to get rid of him—a typical case of using someone and then discarding them.

These two were from Penglai. Because Penglai had few direct disciples, they were both arrogant. Song Hansheng couldn't believe that anyone could be even more pretentious than him.

Yue Qing'an wasn't annoyed. After all, he had gained profound insights from his trip down the mountain, and the first thing he did upon returning to Penglai was to go into seclusion to cultivate. He smiled slightly and said, "If you can drive those demons back to the Demon Abyss in one day, then tomorrow you can pack up and go home."

After all, once this matter is settled...

Then we'll surely meet again someday.

Let's get this done quickly and disperse soon.

Nobody wants to have to work overtime after dealing with those powerful figures in the cultivation world.

"Ye Qiao..." someone called her from ahead.

"What?" Ye Qiao looked at Ye Qinghan.

"That sword strike you used to split Mount Kun..." He ignored the curious looks from the others and went straight to the point: "Was it the final move of the Qingfeng Technique?"

"right."

Ye Qinghan was dazed when he saw her strength. Kunshan was a perfectly connected training ground, with the Seven Elders channeling spiritual energy directly into the interior, making it a place of integrated offense and defense. Yet, it was cleaved in two by a single sword.

He said sincerely, "That's amazing."

Ye Qiao immediately became smug: "Of course."

He continued, "Next time you have time, will you come and ask about the Sword Sect?"

"..."

"Ye Qiao, was that formation you used called the Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Formation?" Song Hansheng retorted, clearly wanting to have a deeper discussion with her.

"..."

After spying for a while, seeing that they were still dawdling and hadn't completely left, the junior uncle couldn't bear it any longer and transmitted his voice: "Stop dawdling, hurry up and get down the mountain!!"

If we don't go down the mountain soon, those demons will dominate the cultivation world.

The group shuddered, stopped making a fuss, and hurriedly headed down the mountain.

Countless grudges and conflicts, which had been fiercely opposed, all vanished in the course of five years of entanglement.

A group of teenagers rushed down the mountain, some carrying swords, some carrying medical bags, and some carrying talismans and magical artifacts. As dawn broke, the sky was still filled with lingering clouds of tribulation, and a sliver of light shone across their faces.

Like a scene from a storybook, colorful clothes mingled in a rush, creating an unprecedented brightness against the backdrop of a slightly gloomy, overcast landscape.

This almost brought tears to the eyes of the cultivators who had finally waited for them to come down the mountain and make their move.

As the sun and moon alternate and time flows on, all colors will gradually fade.

But they were never so sure.

Mountains and rivers change, stars shift and constellations shift.

Centuries later, the entire land is one color.

It will still be the frost of the youth.

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