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

Some of the others couldn't stand Qin Fanfan's smug look, so they tacitly turned their heads away and looked at the shimmering water mirror.

With boundless mystery and radiant light surrounding him, and an innate spiritual artifact by his side, even someone three minor realms higher could see that his opponent could not easily defeat Ye Qiao.

The sect leader of Chengfeng Sect simply sat down on the ground. After fighting for nearly a year, he was extremely pleased to see his opponent being struck by heavenly lightning while also being hit by Ye Qiao's spiritual weapon. He immediately said, "Ye Qiao's Jinghong Sword is a good thing. It can survive heavenly lightning. Other spiritual swords would definitely not be able to withstand it."

Even the Flying Immortal Sword couldn't withstand this kind of cross-dimensional lightning, but the Amazing Swan Sword was completely unaffected.

Ye Qiao's spirit swords each have their own uses.

"The Sword Inquiry Sect really made a huge mistake back then..." He couldn't help but sigh, as they managed to get four swords for free. Qin Huai from their sect was also qualified to enter back then, but the rules clearly stated that those with swords could not choose another sword, and a sword should not be chosen by two masters. Ye Qiao just happened to find a loophole, carrying a stick and righteously declaring that it was not a sword.

This caused everyone to become careless.

Qin Fanfan didn't have the leisure to comment on the battle. After his initial elation, he quickly calmed down, staring intently at the scene in the water mirror, ready to pull Ye Qiao back if things went wrong.

In his view, the Demon Lord was bound to die sooner or later. Even if Ye Qiao didn't push him, and instead created countless karmic debts with the Seventh Elder, Heaven would still find a way to kill him.

With Ye Qiao getting involved, Qin Fanfan, as her master, was naturally very anxious.

Within the water mirror, the Demon Lord's aura surged chaotically, and his condensed Dharma body was shattered by the lightning tribulation. However, at this moment, he couldn't even bother to resist the lightning tribulation, as he was clearly determined to fight Ye Qiao to the death. As the two clashed, the surrounding area turned to ashes and returned to chaos.

If you were to ask who the Demon Lord hates the most, it would undoubtedly be Ye Qiao.

No one can offend him and escape unscathed!

Nobody's here!

Under the heavenly tribulation, even spiritual artifacts were reduced to ashes. However, Ye Qiao was able to withstand the lightning. She had brought countless spiritual artifacts from the Seventh Elder, and she could pull them out and smash people with them. The Demon Lord, on the other hand, could not. Not to mention that he was not good at using external objects, even if he were, innate spiritual artifacts would be reduced to ashes under the lightning tribulation.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, Qin Fanfan couldn't sit still any longer. He could have remained on the sidelines, provided that one of them didn't involve his apprentice.

The demon lord was acting like a madman. Instead of thinking about how to get through the hundreds of heavenly lightning bolts that followed, he kept chasing after his disciple. How could the master possibly tolerate that?

His expression was icy. He drew his Pingbo Sword, observed the scene in the water mirror, and before anyone could react, he coldly tossed the sword into it.

The sword moved like the wind, its aura like a rainbow. The sound of the sword's cry was swallowed by the lightning tribulation. It was too late for the others to stop it. The sword flew down, and the two separated immediately. The sword chased straight down at the Demon Lord, who was completely unprepared. The domineering sword blade struck his chest and almost pierced through him.

"Qin Fanfan!"

A furious shout rang out.

The Pingbo Sword passed through the lightning tribulation, but its sword energy was so strong that it was not shattered by the heavenly lightning for a moment. This interrupted his actions, causing the attack to miss. The Demon Lord almost couldn't bear this humiliation. He suddenly looked in the direction from which the sword had flown, his face contorted with rage. He clutched his injured chest, wishing he could devour his opponent.

Given his skill level, Qin Fanfan's sword couldn't kill him in one strike, but it would inevitably inflict serious damage.

Because of Qin Fanfan's interference, a bolt of lightning struck him from the sky. The sect leader of Chengfeng Sect immediately used a magical artifact to block the lightning.

Even magical artifacts lose face; top-grade magical artifacts are at most slightly weakened by heavenly lightning.

The blow struck her body, and Qin Fanfan was forced to bend over by the sudden pain, her face changing several shades.

Yunhen said coolly, "You shouldn't have interfered. It's a battle between two realms, we can only watch." Although he didn't want to admit it, it was indeed not something they could intervene in. Ye Qiao dodged and weaved under the heavenly lightning, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, the lightning tribulation she suffered was not much lighter than that of the Demon Lord.

"Why should I?" Qin Fanfan jumped up, pointed at the heavenly lightning, and angrily said, "I refuse to accept this!"

What's wrong with him helping his disciple? He only has one ambitious, lively, cheerful, and reliable disciple!

Seeing the heavenly lightning gathering again, threatening to strike him again at any moment, Qin Fanfan immediately changed his tune: "I give up, okay?"

Yunhen snorted coldly. He only verbally agreed, but deep down he was still very unconvinced.

Since Qin Fanfan drew her sword, she must have known the consequences.

Under the wrath of Heaven, how can outsiders be allowed to act so recklessly?

He couldn't bear to watch his disciple get beaten! That was the last glimmer of hope for their Changming Sect!

The Demon Lord was now attacking Ye Qiao like a madman. He wouldn't break the spiritual weapon unless he could, letting it rain down on him. He was so desperate that he was willing to kill a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own, trying to drag Ye Qiao down with him.

Without relying on any external objects, countless lightning tribulations filled the sky, with purple lightning flashing and crashing down on the two of them. They were almost smashed to pieces, their hands trembling from the intense pain, and their spiritual and demonic energy was collapsing wildly.

The Demon Lord refused to submit, and Ye Qiao naturally refused to submit either, so the two fought each other again.

The power of the tribulation swept across the land, almost simultaneously with the heavenly lightning, striking Ye Qiao. Ye Qiao was also anxious from the blows. The tribulation lightning was really painful. Each strike nearly destroyed her spiritual energy. She threw the Jinghong Sword on her wrist upwards, gripped the sword again, and the golden lotus circulated, her domain appeared, and countless life energies spread out and fell on her body.

The golden lotus bloomed in the sky, radiating countless rays of light. A vast amount of life force within the domain was mobilized and surged madly toward the Demon Lord.

The Demon Lord sensed something was wrong, and with a stomp of his foot, he suspended himself in the sky, attempting to escape the domain's constraints.

The two were positioned almost directly above the bright moon, which was covered by dark clouds in the sky. As they stared at the scene reflected in the water, Qin Fanfan couldn't help but grin.

What level of battle is this?

Ultimately, those below the Tribulation stage are unworthy. The two were suspended in the air. Compared to the Demon Lord's disheveled state, Ye Qiao was in a much better situation. Her expression and emotions were also calmer than her opponent's. Every sword strike and every move she made demonstrated her current level of skill.

"...Is she truly undergoing tribulation?" The sect leader of Chengfeng Sect gently tapped the water mirror in his hand, his thoughts wandering elsewhere.

"Such a short time to transcend tribulation?"

The sect leader of the Azure Water Sect clicked his tongue, "Could she be the legendary chosen one of destiny? At this speed of tribulation, were there any extraordinary celestial phenomena or anything like that at her birth?"

The others all turned their gazes toward Yunhen.

Yunhen lost face, his expression darkened, and his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly. "I don't remember her when she was young, but she was always very inconspicuous."

"Then let's see what she does now?"

Yunhen fell silent.

Qin Fanfan clapped his hands and laughed, saying something extremely triumphant: "My disciple will rival the moon in brilliance."

What do you mean by insignificant? That's bullshit.

"..."

The others remained silent, simply staring at the water mirror.

The Demon Lord grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed. Even without the aid of a magical artifact, Ye Qiao's presence against him felt like a whetstone, constantly feeding him new moves. If the heavenly lightning failed to kill him and he instead died at Ye Qiao's hands, the humiliation would be immense.

He kept looking for an opportunity to kill her, trying to distract her: "You killed the Seventh Elder?"

Many of the magical artifacts she possessed belonged to the Seventh Elder.

The serrated blade flew down like a meteor, slicing a crack in the air. In an instant, that place was reduced to chaos due to the crushing force. The Demon Lord was so overwhelmed by the endless treasures in her hands that he was nauseous.

Ye Qiao answered irrelevantly: "Your demon race needs a Demon Lord, and even if it's not you, someone else will be chosen, right?"

The demon race needs a ruler. Whether they are born demons or later become demons, they are all hard-to-control and fond of killing. The existence of the Demon Lord can deter these people.

The Demon Lord did not answer, unaware of her purpose.

Time passed slowly, and the lightning in the sky became more and more intense. The spiritual energy and demonic energy in the two people's bodies were almost completely shattered. One of them used his own space to frantically absorb demonic energy, while the other took drugs.

The two were still locked in combat when the Demon Lord finally found an opening in Ye Qiao's defenses and slashed her hard. He felt a surge of satisfaction and wanted to press his advantage to tear her to pieces. He landed right in front of Ye Qiao.

Her movements were like those of a ghost, and the power of her tribulation crushed her, enough to knock Ye Qiao down from the sky.

The moment he grabbed Ye Qiao, his power coldly crushed down. As Ye Qiao was knocked down, she gave him a strange smile. She flew out and struck his jaw. The ball of saliva she was holding in her palm was slammed into the Demon Lord's mind.

After landing a single blow, Ye Qiao swiftly flew away.

At the same time, the heavenly lightning became increasingly ferocious and raging, resounding through the air as if it were daytime. Under this heavenly tribulation, everyone was as insignificant as ants. The lightning struck the Demon Lord squarely, directly shattering his cultivation level and causing him to almost fall off balance.

The Demon Lord was truly burdened with thousands upon thousands of karmic debts. In front of him was Ye Qiao's sword, its light sharp and deadly, while behind him, heavenly lightning constantly shattered his demonic energy.

The moment his cultivation level plummeted foreshadowed his failure to transcend the tribulation.

In the world of cultivation, the only consequence of failure is death.

The Demon Lord realized this as well, and his eyes turned red as he was consumed by madness. He let out a roar of resentment that echoed through the heavens and earth, and charged toward Ye Qiao without regard for anything else.

If Heaven truly decrees his death, then even in death, Heaven and Earth will not be at peace.

The water mirror trembled, and finally, unable to bear the weight, it exploded in his hand, causing the sect leader of Chengfeng Sect to change his expression drastically.

Wanwusheng also realized something was wrong, so it pulled Ye Qiao down from the air and wrapped her in it, then self-destructed during its tribulation!

Let alone whether the demon race still exists, I'm afraid most of the cultivation world will be wiped out.

As Wanwusheng pulled him down, Ye Qiao twisted her wrist and the Jinghong Sword spun around violently, launching an attack without any defense, and slammed him down from the air!

Seeing the Demon Lord's aura growing increasingly frenzied, and the surrounding world shifting, Ye Qiao coldly sneered, "Mu Li! What are you waiting for?"

If not now, when?

The next second, the Demon Lord's frantic consciousness was suddenly occupied by an unfamiliar aura. Ye Qiao's sword struck his spine, gathering all her spiritual energy in one strike, knocking him to the ground from mid-air! It pierced through the ground.

Mu Li seized the opportunity and directly devoured the other party's soul.

As his speed increased, the frenzied aura emanating from the Demon Lord gradually subsided, and the terrifying aura that seemed to suggest the world was about to be reenacted dissipated. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Despite being Dao bodies, they were all terrified and broke out in a cold sweat at that moment.

Seeing that the aura had subsided, Ye Qiao sheathed her sword and looked at the lightning tribulation in the sky.

The Heavenly Thunder only pursued the current Demon Lord; it hesitated for a moment before ignoring the usurper who had taken over.

Whoever becomes the Demon Lord is still a Demon Lord; as far as the Heavenly Dao is concerned, the time is not yet ripe for their elimination.

Mu Li was able to survive thanks to Ye Qiao; that was his good fortune.

Heaven decided to kill them both at once, and the Seventh Elder's soul was scattered, while the Demon Lord was completely devoured. Heaven was very satisfied with this outcome.

The terrifying lightning, resembling a collapsing building, gradually dissipated, and the sky briefly cleared for a moment.

The next second, another loud bang rang out. Ye Qiao's heart skipped a beat. She looked in the direction of the sound and saw that this time the blow was aimed at the Sect Master of the Sword Inquiry Sect.

Good guy.

The other party must have chosen an extremely remote place to undergo their tribulation, so the lightning tribulation did not affect them.

Judging from the trend alone, it is in no way inferior to the Demon Lord's.

Heaven truly does treat everyone equally.

Ye Qiao wiped away the unfounded cold sweat and glanced at the Demon Lord who was beaten to the ground... or rather, Xiao Ai.

Mu Li couldn't help but want to curse. He wasn't actually a grumpy guy; in fact, he was quite a gentle and cultured person. But spending too much time with Ye Qiao had gradually lowered his standards, and now his eyes were gloomy.

Their eyes met as Ye Qiao looked down at them.

"See you again someday."

After saying that, he turned to run away.

Having finally been reborn, Mu Li almost burst out laughing out loud with the return of a real body. However, the pain in his body reminded him that his first step was to repair this broken body.

Ye Qiao was too ruthless; his head was almost blown off, and the residual heavenly lightning within his body also made him tremble with fear.

Ye Qiao looked at him, clicking her tongue in amazement. After all, they had been through thick and thin together for over a year. She asked with a grin, "What are you planning to do in the future?"

Mu Li: "Naturally, I'll return to my old ways..."

He paused, and seeing Ye Qiao's gaze gradually turn hostile, he smiled and said, "Let's discuss this further."

"In the future, would you consider Ye Qiao if you were to become a demon? The demon race welcomes you."

Ding-dong-

The first Demon Lord extends a hand of friendship to you.

Ye Qiao smiled and told him to get lost.

Mu Li left without looking back. He was truly prepared to consider this carefully. If Ye Qiao was willing to become a demon, he would bring her to the demon realm and appoint her as a saintess...

Of course, if Ye Qiao knew, she would only kill him with a single sword strike.

With their demon race having a constant stream of holy maidens but an unchanging demon lord, what about their demon race?

Get out of here.

Ye Qiao's injuries were serious, but not fatal. She took a deep breath, feeling as if she were being forced to breathe, but even in her worst injuries, Ye Qiao hadn't forgotten her purpose. Even in death, she would utter her decaying voice: "She doesn't want to be the sect leader!"

"Master!"

Upon seeing her creditor, Ye Qiao was overjoyed. Her cry was filled with deep longing and sincerity.

The touching scene of the master and disciple's affection made the other sect leaders envious.

Even their closest relatives have never been this close to them.

Seeing the envious looks from others, Qin Fanfan almost wagged his tail in the air.

Qin Fanfan desperately suppressed her smugness, leaned closer with a strange expression, and asked her beloved little disciple, secretly delighted, "Little Qiao, did you come to save your master?"

—Truly worthy of being his beloved disciple.

Before Qin Fanfan could finish speaking, Ye Qiao quickly bowed and kowtowed.

The girl's longing expression vanished, and she solemnly informed him, "I'm inviting you back to be the sect leader. The sect currently has over three hundred official documents that you will need to review upon your return."

It had been a long time since he had seen Ye Qiao so polite. She was known for her poor manners, and he knew that this bow was no good.

As expected.

Qin Fanfan's smile immediately vanished.

Traitor!

Ye Qiao: "..."

His ability to change his attitude so quickly put others to shame.

Ye Qiao solemnly handed the token to him. Qin Fanfan was the legitimate sect leader, and Ye Qiao's cultivation level didn't matter. She was a disciple, and the token's primary function was to protect the sect leader, not to be used by a second-generation disciple.

As long as Qin Fanfan is here, he will be the sect leader forever.

Ye Qiao has worked hard during her three days as sect leader. The Seventh Elder doesn't care about anything or whether the Changming Sect is in chaos. She has been able to handle most of the pile of documents that have accumulated, even though she has to divide her attention into dozens of tasks.

Qin Fanfan: "..."

He couldn't laugh anymore.

Now it was everyone else's turn to laugh.

The remaining sect leaders patted Ye Qiao on the shoulder and said a few polite words of encouragement, their eyes showing a gentle look of a teacher looking up to a student.

However, when it was Yunhen's turn, he remained expressionless and couldn't utter a single polite word.

He wanted to simply walk away and not let others laugh at him. But he felt that would make him seem like a sore loser, so he could only stand there with a sullen face, cold and aloof like a plague god.

He went back and prepared to give Song Hansheng and his group a piece of his mind! Teaching and instructing them was less effective than instructing a donkey! Maybe even a donkey could break through its cultivation level after listening!

These idiots! They're infuriating!

Strictly speaking, Yunhen is a very competent master, at least more competent than Qin Fanfan.

All his disciples were personally taught by him, without any outside help.

The pets turned out to be worse than the free-range ones! The worst part is that one of the free-range ones was actually a stray that had escaped from his home!!

Yunhen couldn't maintain his aloof and otherworldly demeanor; he nearly got so angry that his nose crooked.

Song Hansheng and the others were still unaware of what it meant for gods to fight and mortals to suffer. By the time Yunhen returned to the sect with a gloomy face and full of anger, they had no time to be overjoyed before disaster struck.

The cultivators in the city closest to the Moon Purity Sect were unaware of what had happened, only vaguely hearing the occasional rumble of landslides and the sect leader's angry reprimands.

Moreover, such reprimands would come every two or three days, an endless barrage of words. Not to mention the disciples who were immersed in this terrifying atmosphere all day long, under Yunhen's torment, even the flowers and plants of the entire Yueqing Sect were terrified and withered...