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

Later, the two naturally did not get to fight as they wished. It was an unspoken rule that sword fighting was forbidden within the sect, but if it weren't for this rule, Mu Chongxi felt that either he or Ming Xuan would have died.

"Stop arguing." Xue Yu had no choice but to interrupt the two. "Elder Duan Yu will be here soon."

The elder in charge of training them was a bearded, tall, and strong man.

"So you're the new disciple?" Duan Yu patted her shoulder, and Ye Qiao was slapped to the ground.

she:"……"

Duan Yu was slightly taken aback. "So fragile?"

Ye Qiao looked at his well-developed muscles, then raised her own thin arms and legs, and didn't dare to say a word.

Mu Chongxi pouted, "Elder, she's not me, the one you've been beating up for all these years."

"It's only Ye Qiao's first day here, so be gentle with her."

Ye Qiao gave him a grateful look.

It was worth it for us to have known each other.

Duan Yu chuckled, "Of course, I know what I'm doing."

He looked Ye Qiao up and down, perhaps thinking that this disciple wasn't tough to beat, and could only say regretfully, "Let's try Stepping on the Breeze first."

Duan Yu tossed a cultivation manual into her arms, and Ye Qiao instinctively hugged it.

"This is a cultivation technique that can improve speed. Every disciple has a copy. Your other senior brothers have already mastered it, so practice it more in your spare time these next few days." Duan Yu glanced at her, clearly having heard about her slacking off in the outer sect, and threatened, "I'll check your homework in three days. If you're slow, you can expect to be kicked."

Ye Qiao: "...Kick?"

How do you kick someone?

She soon found out.

Since he was a beginner, Ye Qiao sat on the sidelines watching Mu Chongxi's daily sword cultivation class, while Duan Yu chased after him like a cat playing with a mouse the whole time.

As soon as Mu Chongxi slows down, he gets a merciless kick to the butt.

Ye Qiao turned green upon seeing this scene.

His face turned green.

She may like to give up, but she doesn't like being kicked around.

……

Over the next three days, Ye Qiao diligently memorized Duan Yu's general attack patterns, dodging in advance to avoid being repeatedly kicked.

The advantage of using the Breeze skill is that you can dodge faster when you get kicked.

Mu Chongxi was clearly used to being kicked; he could even pull Ye Qiao along while running.

The two ran one after the other, and if either of them slowed down even slightly, he would be kicked in the butt. Neither of them wanted to suffer such a disgrace that they could not bear, so they both started running forward as fast as they could.

Two unfortunate brothers and sisters embark on a training journey where they are brutally beaten.

Mingxuan, being a talisman cultivator, didn't need to get involved in such matters. He even had the leisure to gloat while drawing talismans.

Even Ye Qiao was often ridiculed by her sharp-tongued and witty second senior brother.

"Little potato landmine." He reached out and pressed her head down, saying disdainfully, "What's wrong with how you look? Don't your family feed you?"

Ye Qiao: "..." Calm down, calm down.

She started brainwashing herself in her mind: "I won't get angry when others are angry, because getting angry will make me sick and no one can take my place. He is a direct descendant of the master and he is awesome."

During the two months of training, the spiritual energy on the main peak was so dense that it could crush a person. Even someone with poor cultivation could improve their level. Ye Qiao smoothly progressed from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the ninth level.

Today was a mental cultivation class, and unfortunately, the elder giving her the lesson was Elder Zhao, who had watched helplessly as she and Mu Chongxi smashed a huge crater in the ground a few months ago in the back mountain.

Perhaps because she had offended the other party, she was always made to answer questions during every mental cultivation class. If she couldn't answer, Ye Qiao would be sent to clean the library.

This time is no exception.

When Elder Zhao finished speaking, Ye Qiao could no longer understand. Seeing that he was about to ask her a question, she, in the spirit of "better to die than see my friend die," anxiously raised her hand from behind and shouted loudly.

"Elder, Senior Brother Mingxuan said he knows how to do this problem!!"

Mingxuan: "...?"

Elder Zhao then noticed the boy sitting in the back, lost in thought. "Mingxuan Society? Come, demonstrate for your junior brothers and sisters."

"What?" Mingxuan stared wide-eyed in bewilderment, then looked at the culprit with utter astonishment.

Seeing that he had stood up, Ye Qiao breathed a slight sigh of relief and revealed a well-behaved smile: "If you don't go to hell, who will? Second Senior Brother, you are the hope of the Changming Sect's talisman cultivator lineage. As the saying goes, the capable should do more work, so you should do more work."

Senior brothers are meant to be tricked.

She firmly believed in this principle.

It's not because he always calls himself a potato mine.

To be honest, the mental cultivation class was rather boring, and Mingxuan didn't listen carefully. Anyway, ever since Ye Qiao arrived, Elder Zhao had been staring at her and asking her questions. Suddenly it was his turn, and he stood up and sat down in a daze.

As expected, he was given a scolding.

Halfway through the class, Ye Qiao propped her chin up, feeling drowsy. She lowered her head slightly, her eyes starting to droop.

Suddenly, Mingxuan's voice rang out softly: "Junior Sister, get out of class is over."

Half asleep, Ye Qiao had the phrase "get out of class is over" etched into her DNA. She reflexively stood up, and because of the sudden movement, the table was flung off the table.

Ye Qiao instinctively turned to run towards the cafeteria, but Ming Xuan grabbed her.

Ye Qiao had a bad feeling, and sure enough, when she turned around, she found that Xue Yu and the others were sitting obediently. Where was the end of get out of class?

Elder Zhao frowned: "Why did you stand up?"

"Oh," he sneered. "What? Are you unhappy with my teaching style? So you kicked the table out to add to the fun?"

Disrupting a class can be a big deal or a small deal.

After being reprimanded by Elder Zhao, Ye Qiao went to the library again. This was the tenth time in a month that she had been punished to clean the library.

After she sat down, Mingxuan slowly smiled and said, "Heaven's justice is clear, and retribution is swift, Junior Sister."

The voice just fell.

"And you!"

"Mingxuan!!" Elder Zhao's angry voice rang out.

"If you can't even learn something this simple, you two should go and sweep the library after class."

Mingxuan's smile gradually faded: "?"

Ye Qiao, who had been wearing a sullen face, suddenly smiled. "What goes around comes around, no one escapes the wrath of Heaven, Senior Brother."

Come on, hurt each other.

Mingxuan: "..."

*

The books in the library are arranged in rows, divided into four layers. The first layer contains mental cultivation techniques, the second layer contains alchemy techniques, the third layer contains talismans, and the fourth layer contains sword techniques. The entire layout is in a rotating shape, with a dark blue array floating in the center, giving people a visually stunning feeling.

The manager, sitting in a chair, glanced at her and said, "Back to sweeping again?"

The word "again" is the key.

Since attending Elder Zhao's mental cultivation class, Ye Qiao has been sweeping the floor for more than ten consecutive days, and has gained a wealth of sweeping experience.

However, Mingxuan had never done this kind of work before, and he didn't want to move. Ye Qiao also swept the area half-heartedly.

"Make way." She swept the broom and spoke in a harsh tone.

Mingxuan: "..."

He suppressed his anger and silently moved his foot away.

"I am the only talisman cultivator among the direct disciples of the Changming Sect," Mingxuan reiterated his identity. "And I am also your second senior brother."

Doesn't she know she should respect her senior brother?

Ye Qiao, leaning on her broom, clapped half-heartedly upon seeing this: "Oh. Impressive."

"That's amazing." The tone was perfunctory and dismissive.

Mingxuan felt that she was mocking him.

Neither of them wanted to sweep at the moment, each thinking, "Why shouldn't he/she sweep?" and just wasting their time like this.

The supervisor snorted and said, "No food until you finish sweeping."

Ye Qiao stared blankly, her eyes lifeless: "..."

Time ticked by, and finally Mingxuan couldn't take it anymore. He said, "I'm hungry."

After he said that, Ye Qiao was silent for a few seconds, then belatedly realized, "I'm hungry too."

Mingxuan cleared his throat. "How about we sweep faster?"

Ye Qiao: "Okay."

The two, who had been arguing fiercely, suddenly reached a consensus and started sweeping frantically with brooms in hand.

I'm getting ready to finish work early so I can go to the cafeteria for a quick meal.

The two of them moved swiftly, stepping on the breeze, each holding a broom in one hand, leaping and bounding, raising clouds of dust in an instant.

The steward, who was reading a book, coughed as he was choked by the dust kicked up. When he looked up, he saw the man who had been so lazy was now wielding two brooms, leaping and bounding about like a mantis with its claws outstretched.

His lips twitched violently.

These two clubs.

After a perfunctory scan, the two rushed straight to the cafeteria.

The steward, left bewildered in the wind, silently tossed down his book and called out towards a secluded spot, "Is this the promising young girl you were talking about?"

A promising talent? He thinks she's more like a reincarnated starving ghost.

Duan Yu emerged from the shadows, having clearly witnessed their actions. He stroked his chin sheepishly, "She has a very good memory."

Not very good.

It can be described as having a photographic memory.

Even with Mu Chongxi's innate swordsmanship, it took him more than ten days to master the "Stepping on the Breeze" mental technique.

As a result, Ye Qiao mastered it in just three days.

Duan Yu then suggested to Elder Zhao that she should sweep the library more often and read more books, otherwise her talent would be wasted.

But this girl did just that; she swept everything up and ran off, never even glancing at the books in the library.

The steward snorted, "If she really has a photographic memory, how come she's always so mediocre in the outer sect assessments?"

The assessment for sword cultivators is nothing more than their mastery and familiarity with the sword.

"If she really had a photographic memory, she would have been able to recite the sword manual backwards in two months, so how come her grades are so bad?"

This is indeed a puzzling question.

Duan Yu fell silent. Could it be that he had really made the wrong judgment?

Perhaps that girl was able to learn to ride the breeze in such a short time simply because she was lucky?