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

Because the people hanging there were none other than her fellow disciples.

Moreover, each character has a distinct personality; Mingxuan is always carefree and irresponsible, while Mu Chongxi is always carrying a sword.

"Look, we've put bounties on our heads."

"Oh wow." Mingxuan leaned over to take a look. "Who sent this?"

Ye Qiao glanced at it thoughtfully: "The highest bounty is on Senior Brother and Ye Qinghan."

"Why am I not the highest?" Mu Chongxi complained. "Am I not one of the only two in the cultivation world with innate sword bones?" Doesn't he deserve it?

"..."

Ye Qiao glanced at her fourth senior brother with pity, then pointed to the bounty poster for Mu Chongxi, which simply contained six words:

They're stupid and easy to kill, come quick.

Mingxuan: "By the way, why isn't Ye Qiao's name mentioned?"

He didn't believe Ye Qiao was inferior to them.

"Maybe it hasn't been released yet."

"That's why I told you to keep a low profile." Xue Yu frowned when he saw the bounty posters and said in a low voice, "Even the personal disciples have bounty posters. The issuers are unknown, but the forces behind them are very powerful. The five sects have been investigating for so long but still haven't caught who issued them."

"If we are recognized, we will likely be surrounded by cultivators."

In short, it's quite dangerous.

"Hey hey hey, number one on the bounty list, any thoughts?" Ye Qiao leaned closer to Zhou Xingyun, her eyes curving into crescents.

Zhou Xingyun stared at the list for a few seconds, then calmly said, "I'm really worth a lot of money."

A quick scan from top to bottom revealed to their astonishment that all the disciples who had appeared in the competition had been captured, and each one was worth a fortune—over a million spirit stones each.

Ye Qiao stroked her chin and smiled slightly: "When I run out of money in the future, I'll report those close associates."

"Then, they randomly grabbed someone they knew and put them in jail."

Xue Yu: "..."

"Let's go, stop making a fool of yourselves." He couldn't stand it anymore and dragged these people away one by one, not even realizing that the rogue cultivators around them were looking at them as if they were crazy.

"Does he have delusions?"

"Who do they think they are? Their protégés? And they keep calling each other 'acquaintances'."

"Tsk tsk tsk, the world is going to the dogs these days."

After the few rogue cultivators criticized these shameless people, they all dispersed, leaving only a handful staring thoughtfully at Ye Qiao's figure.

"Look at that girl in the dark blue dress, doesn't she look like Ye Qiao, the personal disciple of the two champions in the competition?"

"A little..."

"And there were five of them."

It looks even more like it now.

*

Following Xue Yu's advice to keep a low profile, they did not repeat the mistakes of their previous mission and did not dare to alert the enemy. They waited until late at night to quietly sneak in and check the situation.

Although the Song family mansion was not as large as the sect's, it exuded the ancient charm of a great clan at first glance. The walls were carved with intricate runes. Before they even got close, several of the less skilled senior brothers stepped on the formation, and in an instant, several unfamiliar auras appeared.

In the blink of an eye, they were surrounded.

Ye Qiao: "Who stepped on it?"

The group pointed at each other.

The guards who rushed out surrounded the group, only to find that the petty thieves were not only not flustered at all, but also showed no basic respect to them, chatting as if nothing had happened.

The leader was furious: "Let's teach them a lesson! How dare you break into the Song family's residence at night? Who gave you the guts?"

"Hey, hey, hey." Mingxuan lazily tilted his head and glanced at them. "We're not bad people."

"We are all good people," Zhou Xingyun added.

"Pah!" the man spat fiercely. "Go!"

A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators were knocked to the ground by Zhou Xingyun alone, without the others even needing to lift a finger. They didn't even see how he made his move before they were piled up like a human pyramid, one on top of the other, forming a mountain.

"I already said it." Zhou Xingyun lightly stepped on the person at the top, his face expressionless, eyes downcast, his tone flat:

"We are all good people."

"..." The man almost spat out blood. Damn it, look at the way you guys are acting, do you look like good people?

"Wait—" Xue Yu tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Wait, what happened to the promise to keep a low profile??

It would have been better if there hadn't been a fight, but once a fight started, all these unfamiliar presences were alerted.

"Who dares to provoke us or cause trouble?"

Song Hansheng has a strong sense of collective honor. He is undoubtedly passionate about his clan. Upon hearing that someone had disturbed the formation, he rushed over immediately.

I thought they were just some reckless thief, but it turns out they were all people I knew.

"Hi." Ye Qiao was unfamiliar with the place and the people there, and when she suddenly saw Song Hansheng, whom she had tricked, she felt an unusual sense of kinship, as if she were seeing a relative. She waved to him and said, "Song Hansheng."

Song Hansheng's forehead twitched when he saw it was those five people again: "..."

That's insane.

You can run into them everywhere.

Song Hansheng couldn't pretend he hadn't seen anything, so he coldly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Not content with screwing him over at the competition, they've come after him to his home?

Mu Chongxi waved the quest in the quest hall: "Here to accept a quest? I heard this place is haunted? Is it true?"

Song Hansheng just wanted to get rid of these people, and his tone was quite impatient as he explained, "How would I know?"

Anyway, the unimportant disciples who died were simply forgotten, so few in the Song family really cared. Song Hansheng hadn't expected the Changming Sect to accept the mission. He glanced at Ye Qiao with a veiled smile and asked, "Aren't you cultivating?"

They still have time to take on missions. I don't know if these people are fearless about their fate or blindly confident.

Mingxuan rolled his eyes: "You only have a month off in total, what kind of amazing things can you possibly do?"

"I have to say, Song Hansheng, your house is quite big."

The Song family mansion was unusually large, like a maze where one could easily get lost. With its carved beams and painted pillars, it was filled with spiritual energy and was comparable to the Five Sects.

Seeing the group loitering around, Song Hansheng's expression became slightly out of control. "This isn't a place for you guys to go sightseeing. Ye Qiao!! Ming Xuan!! Zhou Xingyun, what are you doing?"

Why? Why do he run into these people every time he goes home?

Song Hansheng was extremely annoyed.

They looked so relaxed and carefree that anyone who didn't know better would think this was the back garden of the Changming Sect.

Mu Chongxi, all friendly, put his arm around Song Hansheng's shoulder and said, "Song Hansheng, is your house haunted because you did something wrong and are now being punished?"

Song Hansheng's brow twitched, his expression one of utter disgust: "Stay away from me. Don't force me to call in a mob to beat you up."

Are he close to them?!

"Don't be so fierce." Ye Qiao joined in, smiling as she dragged him to the other side. "Let's have a meeting together, the three of us."

"Let's talk about this mission."

Song Hansheng, who was forcibly dragged away: "..."

Ye Qiao and his group dared not alert the enemy, so they could only try to find out the situation from acquaintances. At present, their only acquaintance was Song Hansheng.

Forced to become an acquaintance of theirs, Song Hansheng gritted his teeth, "It's not haunted."

"It is the work of evil spirits."

"Evil spirits?" Ye Qiao blinked.

"It's made up of human resentment. It's used by ghost cultivators." Song Hansheng rolled his eyes. "We've only ever exterminated demonic beasts, but these are things we'll all have to learn in the future."

"Don't you listen to the elders in class?" he asked, looking at the group with suspicion.

The five people were looking at their noses and their hearts.

They basically slacked off in class, and Zhou Xingyun was even too lazy to attend class. Who knew there were so many rules to follow?

Compared to the five of them who were good for nothing, Song Hansheng was practically a model student.

He glanced at them disdainfully. "I advise you to head home as soon as possible, or don't blame the Song family if anything happens."

"Why is it that other people's houses aren't haunted, but your Song family's is? What wrong have you done?"

Song Hansheng felt his blood pressure was going to rise if he continued talking. "When the Song family was choosing their old house, the place they chose had seen many powerful figures and cultivators perish."

"You're harboring resentment, do you understand?"

"I understand." Xue Yu lowered his eyes, pondered for a moment, "So, someone is deliberately hiding in the Song family, using the resentment here to raise a ghost?"

Ghost cultivators use insidious methods to tame and raise lesser ghosts, using this method to advance their cultivation level. The stronger the lesser ghost, the higher their own strength.

"Since you know so much, why don't you eliminate the people hiding in your mansion?"

Why not eliminate this black sheep, or let him continue to cause trouble?

"Because those who got into trouble were all from collateral branches, so they just died." Zhou Xingyun said indifferently, "Those with impure bloodlines in the Eight Great Families will only be ostracized and suppressed."

Unable to bear their slander, Song Hansheng's face turned cold. "How do you know we didn't send anyone?"

"That ghost cultivator is elusive; we can't catch her at all."

As for the mission? In fact, many cultivators hesitated to take it after hearing about the ghost story.

Ghost cultivators—the very name sounds sinister.

Nobody has ever seen what a ghost looks like, and not everyone is that brave.

Xue Yu looked at the group, who were chatting away, and couldn't help but interrupt them, pointing to the pitch-black night and the howling cold wind outside, "Do you all really want to chat here?"

They were just having a great time chatting.

They didn't care about the occasion at all.

"No, wait a minute!" Mingxuan jumped up, his voice suddenly rising, "Where's Ye Qiao?!"

Ye Qiao had been standing with them the whole time, and now that she had disappeared right under their noses, their expressions all changed instantly.

"Doesn't anyone sense that something is wrong?"

They were all talisman cultivators, including two late-stage Golden Core cultivators. Logically, they shouldn't have disappeared without anyone noticing, right?

By the time Ye Qiao realized something was wrong, it was too late. The surrounding environment had turned upside down, and it was pitch black beneath her feet, as if she had been pulled into a special realm.

Ye Qiao's breath hitched slightly, and she suddenly felt a chill on her arm as something she didn't know was holding her tightly.

She forced back the chill, lowered her eyes, and calmly looked back at the past.

The next second, after she saw what it was, she almost screamed.

A childish voice followed closely behind: "Mother."

Ye Qiao: "..."

*

Qiaoqiao, who experienced painless motherhood