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

Leaving aside the hardships of Zhou Xingyun's journey to take on disciples, since he wanted to temper his character in the mortal world, it was impossible for only the eldest brother to suffer setbacks.

Seeing that their eldest brother had been kicked out, the other three also dispersed and happily went off to play in the mortal realm.

If we were to ask who among the five lives the most carefree life in the mortal world, then Ye Qiao would undoubtedly be the one.

Mu Chongxi is simple-minded and happily helps others with their work, becoming hopelessly addicted to bricklaying.

Mingxuan and Xueyu had little life experience and were also concerned about their image. They had laughed at their senior brother before, but now that it was their turn, they looked at each other sadly and realized that they were not as good as their senior brother.

At least they can get the job done.

The two of them looked quiet and unassuming, unlike sword cultivators who could do manual labor. Mu Chongxi generously suggested that the two of them should put a bowl in front of them, one of them lie down and the other hang a sign to beg, and maybe they could make some money.

Their faces darkened, and they were about to start a full-blown fight.

Mu Chongxi suppressed his schadenfreude, chuckled twice, and then walked away, shaking his head.

In fact, apart from Mu Chongxi and Ye Qiao, the other three are not suitable to live in the mortal world, but they are also unwilling to return to the cultivation world.

Qin Fanfan regained his position as sect leader, and after relentlessly teaching a lesson to those arrogant and ignorant aristocratic families, and rectifying the atmosphere of the sects large and small, he was busy dealing with the remaining documents and was also recruiting men all over the world.

Let alone direct disciples, even inner disciples have to avoid the sect leader when walking on the street, for fear of being assigned tasks by the sect leader.

In short, once everything has settled down, there's no way they'll be working anymore. They'd rather starve to death than return to the cultivation world to perform those messy tasks.

The mortal world is not as carefree as the cultivation world. To make a living, one must have some money. Ye Qiao took a different approach and became a fortune teller. He casually found a stool, sat down, crossed his legs, and talked in a mysterious way, exuding the air of a free and unrestrained master.

She had no interest in skills like divination. Even the direct disciples of Penglai knew that heavenly secrets should not be revealed casually, so Ye Qiao was not interested in learning the Six Lines and Eight Trigrams.

Even though she didn't understand it, Ye Qiao had spent more than a year with Chu Lingyue and Qing'an, and she could still guess a few things for ordinary people, so her business was doing fairly well.

Today, she was greeted by an uninvited guest.

At that moment, Ye Qiao was trying to drive away the four freeloaders and her senior brothers, but the eldest senior brother casually patted her head.

While she was still in a daze, Zhou Xingyun smiled with satisfaction.

Ye Qiao: "..."

Without any hesitation, she beat up the other three senior brothers who were watching the show and were also eager to join in.

Even if it's the senior brother, the three fire spirit root members shouldn't even think about messing with her; Ye Qiao has her pride too.

"Why? Why?" Mu Chongxi nearly turned into a pufferfish with anger, pointing at himself, "I'm a senior brother too!"

The senior brother groped her, and she remained silent and patient, but then she turned around and beat up all three of them. Why should she?!

The three members of the Fire Spirit Root group, including Mu Chongxi, voiced their protest.

Ye Qiao: "..."

The main issue is that, given his personality, if he senses that the two sides are not evenly matched in terms of strength and finds that he has no chance of winning, he would probably just lie down and let her beat him up, so there would be no sense of accomplishment in fighting him.

If they were to fight the other three, the three of them could at least huddle together and discuss their protest.

It's quite fun to bully these three senior brothers.

Xue Yu couldn't help but sigh that his junior sister was no longer cute once she grew up.

When he first arrived, aside from his tendency to cause trouble, he was quite respectful to his senior brother.

Returning to the topic of fortune telling at a street stall, it wasn't uncommon for people to smash up rival stalls in ancient times. Ye Qiao was quite skilled at fortune telling, but occasionally she lacked morals and had done some bad things, which she exposed in one go. Enraged, she overturned the table.

Ye Qiao didn't make a move against these troublemakers.

After all, the restrictions in the human world are too harsh. If someone hurts another, divine punishment will come crashing down. Besides, this isn't a battle with the Demon Lord. Back then, she and the Demon Lord did whatever they wanted without any consequences. You do the first thing, I'll do the fifteenth. When the time comes, we'll all hold hands and get struck by lightning. Let's see who can't take it first.

However, without the Demon Lord present, it would be a different story if she, as a cultivator, attacked mortals; she would only bring misfortune upon herself.

Ye Qiao didn't move, and the other four were dumbfounded.

Xue Yu was alright; he'd already been branded a fake medicine seller by this group, so what else couldn't he accept?

Mu Chongxi's eyes widened in disbelief. He had never seen such a sore loser before, and he was furious.

After a long pause, he finally mumbled, "I'm going to find my dad and have him send you to jail so you can rot in jail!"

His dry, uninspired remark elicited a burst of laughter.

Just as Mu Chongxi was getting angry and wanted to argue with this group about swordsmanship, Zhou Xingyun suddenly said calmly, "Someone's coming."

"Ye Qiao".

"Huh?" Ye Qiao looked at him in shock.

The visitor was none other than Ye Qinghan.

Ye Qiao looked him over and felt that something about him had changed, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

The two parted ways after that, and it had been several months since they last saw each other.

Ye Qiao was busy being the sect leader and naturally couldn't pay attention to him, so Ye Qinghan finally managed to catch her.

"It's so hard to see you." He sighed, his aura restrained and his tone completely flat.

Ye Qiao frowned subconsciously, sensing that this person had ill intentions.

She didn't come to earth to fight with people.

However, Ye Qinghan hooked the stool with his left leg and threw it with great speed and accuracy, aiming it at her face!

Ye Qiao realized that he really wanted to duel with her, so she immediately kicked the stool in front of her to pieces, dismantled the chair legs, held them in her hand, and gave him a slightly malicious smile.

She didn't want to fight and kill; it was Ye Qinghan who forced her into it!

The two had a brief sparring session, during which Ye Qiao used the stool leg as a weapon to unilaterally overpower and beat Ye Qinghan.

To be fair, as the protagonist of the world, Ye Qinghan is truly strong. Ye Qiao, in order to finish the battle quickly, relied on the treacherous methods of the demon race and gave them a good beating.

Mu Li is skilled in killing, but I have never seen the emperor achieve his full potential in his hands.

Although Ye Qiao did not cultivate the path of killing, he could still learn from Mu Li's teachings. Fighting a pure and upright Taoist disciple like Ye Qinghan would be too time-consuming if done directly; using underhanded methods would be much more effective.

This is the experience that Mu Li gained from fighting countless righteous sect masters, and even Long Aotian could not easily crush him.

He traveled thousands of miles to descend to the mortal realm, only to get a beating.

After losing, Ye Qinghan showed no dissatisfaction. In fact, after being beaten, he felt completely relieved and was ready to leave.

Ye Qiao: "..." Damn it, I've run into a lunatic.

Mu Chongxi was stunned, unable to understand this person's thought process. "You came all this way just to get beaten up?"

He should have said so earlier! If he had, Ye Qiao would have gone to the Sword Sect and given him a beating long ago.

"Hmm?" Ye Qinghan blinked, then replied calmly, "No. Master is about to ascend to immortality, and as the next sect leader, I may rarely have the opportunity to go out in the future."

Before becoming the sect leader, he came here specifically to learn from the newly promoted Tribulation Transcending experts.

Human limitations are perfect for two people to compete on equal footing.

After the crushing defeat, Ye Qinghan's Dao heart became calm.

Ye Qiao was astonished, her mind miraculously connecting with Mu Chongxi's. "You should have said so earlier so you could stabilize your Dao heart. I would have taken the time to beat you up later."

How come I never noticed before that he liked being beaten? What strange attribute did he suddenly awaken?

Ye Qinghan rarely spoke at length: "...That's not necessary. If nothing unexpected happens, I will be the current sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect. You're making me lose face."

They were, after all, a prominent sect of the Sword Inquiry Sect. How could they not lose face if Ye Qiao came up the mountain and beat them up every now and then?

Don't think that just because we no longer have a sect leader at the Tribulation Transcending stage, we can't do anything to you!

Well, they really couldn't do anything about her.

They were already helpless against her when she was at the Golden Core stage, and now that she is the strongest in the cultivation world, they should be thankful that Ye Qiao doesn't cause any major upheavals.

Ye Qiao remained silent for a few seconds before realizing that the other party had gone from a college student to a corporate slave. "...So you are the sect leader. My apologies for not recognizing you."

Damn it, she beat up the new sect leader of the Sword Inquiry Sect.

Zhou Xingyun's expression gradually changed from indifference to sympathy.

How miserable.

He actually became the leader of that treacherous sect.

Ye Qinghan looked at their constantly changing expressions and found it both funny and absurd.

He went to become the sect leader, not died.

What are you all doing, looking like you're all attending my funeral with such grief on your faces?

No wonder...

No wonder Ye Qiao felt that Ye Qinghan had changed; it turned out to be the helplessness and vicissitudes of being a corporate slave.

She glanced around and realized that while she and Ye Qinghan had just had a brief sparring session, the group of mortals had already scattered like birds and beasts. Ye Qiao immediately smiled and said, "If you are really too busy in the future, you can consider asking your martial uncle to do it for you."

The kind of creature that is a master uncle is, of course, meant to be exploited.

"But," Ye Qinghan said with a touch of sadness, "we don't have a martial uncle."

Their master had no fellow disciples.

That's really tragic.

In the cultivation world, fellow disciples are often enemies, and there are countless instances of brothers turning against each other. Putting aside other issues, problems such as resource allocation alone can easily lead to conflicts, resulting in constant infighting among many sects. Only those who survive are worthy of owning a sect.

Ye Qiao tilted her head and looked at him solemnly, "We'll come to see you when we have time."

Seeing this, Ye Qinghan subconsciously tilted his head at her, and his back looked somewhat weary as he left.

Once a corporate slave, always a corporate slave.

Let us mourn for Ye Qinghan.