Chapter 115

Everyone looked up in the direction of the voice. Ye Qiao was riding on a fiery red bird, holding a spirit bow with a slight smile on her lips, winking at them. Next to her sat Song Hansheng. “Hi, hi, your number one is here to save you.”

“It’s not Miaomiao.”

“It’s Ye Qiao!”

The last sentence broke the final silence, and the cultivators outside erupted in excited screams.

“Ahhh, shooting the Heavenly Wolf, Ye Qiao, you’re amazing!”

“She’s not dead? Holy crap.”

“Not only is she not dead, but she brought the swords and gear for the Sword Cultivators and Artifact Refiners. Ye Qiao, you’re incredible!!”

“She’s so cool, your number one is here to save you all!”

The elders also stood up, whether influenced by the crowd’s emotions or something else, they were inexplicably excited as well. “And there’s that kid Song Hansheng too.”

The two sat together as Song Hansheng quickly threw down talismans. The Fire Talisman burned open the vines binding the core disciples, and Ye Qiao followed up with two more arrows, stopping the Demon Tribe Saintess in her tracks.

Her face turned cold as she saw the two of them, “You’re not dead?” Normally, with such a high cliff and no way to adjust their sword posture, the chances of survival were slim.

“Look! It’s Ye Qiao!!” Miaomiao, who had almost been captured again due to her slow pace, noticed the spiritual arrows and the rapidly retracting vines. Her pupils trembled as she caught sight of the familiar figure.

Upon hearing that voice, Chu Xingzhi, who had just been about to curse whoever was so arrogant, saw his Black sword being mercilessly thrown down from the sky.

Instinctively, the young man reached out and grabbed it, his wrist moving slightly to perform the Sword Sect technique, his sword unsheathed, bringing frost to the ground.

One sword strike forced back the approaching demons.

Sword cultivators need their swords in battle; without them, they are at a severe disadvantage. What Ye Qiao threw down wasn’t just a sword, it was salvation.

“Holy crap. It’s you? Ye Qiao!” Chu Xingzhi, holding his sword, looked up to see an old acquaintance and was stunned. “So you didn’t run away after all?”

Previously, the core disciples of Yueqing Sect had been mocking them, saying Ye Qiao had fled, and he had mostly believed it. But she hadn’t left.

Everyone couldn’t help but wonder, what had she been doing all this time?

Covered in dust, she had come with Song Hansheng.

Mingxuan wiped the residual blood from his ear, a result of overexertion in setting up formations, feeling heartbroken. “Why did you come back?” He had previously rejoiced that their sect had one who escaped.

“Of course, I came back to save you.”

Qin Huai, upon seeing Ye Qiao, almost blacked out.

She really didn’t run?

But what could a Foundation Establishment cultivator like Ye Qiao do?

Using a tree branch as a sword, Qin Huai barely held off the attacks, though he was heavily injured. Breathing heavily, he rasped, “You and Song Hansheng came back to die together?”

“Die? How inauspicious.” Without looking back, Ye Qiao rode her bird swiftly past him, “Open up! Changming Sect’s delivery service!”

Ye Qiao threw down Zhou Xingyun’s Dust Cutter, Mu Chongxi’s Dawn and Dusk, and all the swords belonging to the sword cultivators, shouting to the sword cultivators below, “I’ve brought your wives to you.”

“???” Wives?

Mu Chongxi was stunned. Then he saw Ye Qiao holding a bunch of swords, instantly recognizing his Dawn and Dusk.

Zhou Xingyun’s Dust Cutter was also among them.

As Ye Qiao threw down each sword, they quickly returned to their respective owners’ hands, and the situation changed instantly. The previously despondent sword cultivators, once holding their swords, were revitalized, their attacks becoming fierce and relentless.

Even the Demon Tribe Saintess was forced into a rare state of disarray, gritting her teeth. “Ye Qiao.”

“I indeed underestimated you.”

Falling off a cliff and still coming out alive.

Ye Qiao smiled slightly, “You only underestimated me.”

“Deal with them both first!!” The Demon Tribe Saintess commanded coldly. Her partner moved, a demon youth appearing behind them in a flash.

With a vicious slash, the defensive talisman Ye Qiao had drawn earlier shattered.

He raised his hand for a second strike, but Song Hansheng’s talisman landed on his face at the same moment.

The youth’s expression remained cold as he uttered a single word, “Break.”

The seemingly ordinary talisman ignited instantly with his command, spreading rapidly across the demon youth’s body. He felt his palm heat up, and the next second, he screamed in agony.

The demon’s eyes turned vicious, and in a fit of rage, he aimed a deadly strike at Song Hansheng. “Die!”

A Nascent Soul stage attack, brimming with demonic energy, was about to hit Song Hansheng’s chest. He held his breath, prepared to take the hit.

But just then, the talisman in his pocket heated up slightly, activating a defense charm that neutralized the attack, turning it to ashes.

Song Hansheng was hoarse. Normally, close-range attacks wouldn’t allow time for a defense charm to activate.

But after combining the two, Ye Qiao had significantly improved both the thickness and speed of the defense, making it just enough for close-range attacks.

…

With no one stopping them, Ye Qiao continued flying around with Song Hansheng on the bird, giving him ample opportunity to attack.

Previously, Song Hansheng had been relentlessly targeted, either in close combat or by sneak attacks. Now, with Ye Qiao, he felt like his old self, dominating the battlefield.

A Yueqing Sect fan outside reminisced, “Remember back then, before Song Hansheng met Ye Qiao, he stood at the top, looking down on the chief disciples of other sects every day.”

Indeed, Song Hansheng’s talismans were much more powerful than Ye Qiao’s, dealing significant damage. The demon tribe members, repeatedly hit by talismans, grew increasingly frantic, their growing panic exposing more weaknesses.

Mu Chongxi and Chu Xingzhi exchanged a glance, immediately targeting his wounds without mercy.

Seeing the power of his talismans, Ye Qiao sighed with genuine admiration, “Thanks for not killing me back then.”

“…”

As Song Hansheng threw talismans down, he also kept an eye on the Nascent Soul cultivators’ movements to avoid being ambushed.

Mingxuan, busy setting up formations below, yelled, “Song Hansheng, your talisman hit me!”

Song Hansheng: “…”

Si Miaoyan watched the sword cultivators showing off their fancy techniques and bit her lip. For the first time, she felt that as pill refiners, they were quite useless.

She stood with Xue Yu and sighed, “What can we do?”

Besides being protected, they couldn’t help much at all.

“We can just watch,” Liu Yun replied, “Without the mustard seed bags, we’re a bunch of useless people.”

It’s important to recognize one’s limitations.

“Don’t say that.” Xue Yu dodged a vine attack aimed at his face and smiled slightly, “Although we seem useless, in reality, we really aren’t much use.”

Miaomiao blinked, “…What about Ye Qiao? Our big boss. If she can deliver swords to the sword cultivators, maybe she has mustard seed bags for us pill refiners too.”

No sooner had she spoken.

“Third Senior Brother.” After throwing the life swords to the sword cultivators, Ye Qiao immediately dug out Xue Yu’s mustard seed bag from her domain, “Catch.”

She wasn’t joking; of course, the mustard seed bag would go to her senior brother first.

Liu Yun: “???”

Miaomiao’s eyes widened, “No way? She actually has it?”

Si Miaoyan was stunned seeing Xue Yu’s mustard seed bag, “What exactly has she been doing?” They had entered the secret realm together, yet her progress was always different from theirs.

—Holy cow.

The spectators outside were also going crazy with excitement: “Oh my god, this is like a deity descending to save us, my goddess!!”

“This is divine intervention! Ye Qiao, you’re incredible.”

The mustard seed bag was filled with the core disciples’ belongings. Ye Qiao hadn’t given it to Duan Hengdao before because she considered that if their rescue failed, having the bag in their hands wouldn’t be too bad.

“No wonder it’s you.” Xue Yu’s eyes brightened as he retrieved his mustard seed bag and quickly, along with Bishui Sect’s disciples, distributed all the pills to the sword cultivators and talisman users.

Riding the bird in the sky, Ye Qiao frantically threw down mustard seed bags.

Yueqing Sect’s talismans, Bishui Sect pills, and Chengfeng Sect’s artifacts were all in her hands.

The core disciples were all stunned.

Chu Xingzhi: “Bishui Sect pills, Yueqing Sect’s formation talismans, Chengfeng Sect’s artifacts, Wenjian Sect’s sword techniques. Damn it, Ye Qiao, you’re unbelievable.”

Ye Qiao’s eyebrows rose high, “In the cultivation world, who’s the boss? You don’t even know who your daddy is.”

“I have no shame, I’ll call you daddy first,” Duan Hengtai wailed, “Daddy! Hurry up, give Chengfeng Sect our mustard seed bags.” It was urgent.

“Give them to Yueqing Sect first,” Su Zhu also began to shout.

“What are you?” Liu Yun unceremoniously retorted, “Who is Ye Qiao’s partner in the third round? Us pill refiners! We’re her real teammates.”

Ye Qiao threw all the mustard seed bags into the small nesting domain. She was busy dividing them up, and after hearing Duan Hengdao, she wasn’t afraid of offending anyone. She rushed over unceremoniously, “Coming, sons, your daddy is here.”

“…” Qin Huai unceremoniously smacked the back of Duan Hengdao’s head, “Show some dignity.”

Ye Qiao quickly distributed the mustard seed bags to each sect, giving them to Yueqing Sect last. Su Zhu took the bag, glanced at Ye Qiao, pursed his lips, and said nothing.

“Now, it’s time to test our cooperation.”

Every talisman user had drawn a bunch of fire talismans for emergencies. Mingxuan lit a talisman at his fingertips, watching the vines float around. Seeing several talisman users about to throw them, he quickly stopped them: “Wait!”

“Don’t control it, let it run wild.”

Based on his experience of setting the library on fire with Ye Qiao, the power of uncontrolled spiritual fire was greater.

After all, when spiritual fire goes out of control, it spreads crazily fast.

Hearing Mingxuan, the talisman users hesitated for a moment, then flicked their fingers, letting the fire talismans activate on their own. The interior of the vine enclosure instantly turned chaotic.

Looking up, they saw various spiritual fires floating around, burning through the vine-woven web around them.

The Demon Tribe Saintess’s face turned livid: “Ye Qiao!!”

She was infuriated. Wood-type spiritual roots are most troubled by fire. The web she had woven to catch everyone was being disrupted by Ye Qiao.

Core disciples are called so for a reason: their strength and talent are one aspect, but most importantly, they’re resource hogs.

Ye Qiao’s mustard seed bags solved everyone’s immediate crises. The core disciples, who had been dodging and hiding, now had the courage to turn around and fight back.

The scene was dazzling with various artifact designs, continuously consuming pills for survival, and talismans flying and exploding.

Who could withstand this?

Even in a war of attrition, two Nascent Soul stage cultivators were struggling.

These core disciples, once their spiritual energy was exhausted, could still take pills. The demon tribe Saintess and her Nascent Soul stage partner didn’t have that luxury. The Saintess spread her Nascent Soul stage pressure, turned into a shadow, and gathered all her strength in a palm strike aimed at Ye Qiao’s back.

With Ye Qiao’s Foundation Establishment level, she couldn’t dodge it.

And this strike was full force, a Nascent Soul stage attack that talismans couldn’t block.

In that split second, Xue Yu unfolded the Mountain and River Scroll in his hand, creating an illusionary realm intertwined with formations. The Demon Tribe Saintess was caught off guard by the sudden change in scenery, her movement pausing for just two seconds, giving Ye Qiao a chance to escape.

The strike missed, and the young woman gritted her teeth fiercely.

From an initial overwhelming advantage to now being forced to retreat step by step.

The Demon Tribe youth’s face was also gloomy: “We should have targeted Ye Qiao first.”

They had overlooked her.

But who would take a Foundation Establishment cultivator seriously?

“There are two days left before the secret realm ends.” The Demon Tribe youth pursed his lips, gripping his large blade, “The elders should be close to finding a way to open the secret realm and come in.”

Should they retreat now or not?

“Retreat,” the Demon Tribe Saintess bit her lip. What else could they do if they didn’t retreat?

They couldn’t kill anyone, and each opponent was tougher than the last.

Seeing that they were about to leave, Ye Qinghan and Zhou Xingyun drew their swords to stop them. The sword “Duancheng” was unsheathed, slashing through water, creating a chaotic web of countless sword shadows. Anyone grazed by these shadows ended up with a bloody wound.

The Demon Tribe Saintess also had defensive artifacts, breaking several in quick succession. With a vicious gleam in her eyes, she reached out and grabbed Yun Que by the neck, locking it tightly.

She had previously tried to capture the core disciples, but their teamwork was too seamless. Yun Que, however, was an exception, slipping through the cracks.

Successfully capturing Yun Que, the Demon Tribe Saintess shouted to her partner, “Go.” She regretted not targeting Ye Qiao instead.

Ye Qiao frowned. Didn’t Yun Que have plenty of trump cards? Even her treasure-hunting beast had probably found many good things for her. How could she be captured so easily?

Yun Que’s eyes flickered, realizing the Demon Tribe had no intention of killing her. She subtly moved her fingers. In fact, taking the Origin Pearl must have already been seen by those outside.

If she stayed, the Origin Pearl would surely end up with the sect, and she would be criticized by the external cultivators and elders.

It might be better to be captured by the Demon Tribe…

Chu Xingzhi’s sword light followed closely, but seeing Yun Que captured, he halted his blade, forced to stop, “Damn it, Yun Que. Are you crazy?”

Getting caught at such a critical moment.

As the two captors and Yun Que were about to leave the secret realm, Mingxuan, who had been motionless, made a precise move. Four talismans flew out, activating a four-sided formation, and a dazzling golden formation rose.

The moment the surroundings were locked, Duan Hengdao’s golden rope flew up automatically. Chu Xingzhi didn’t hesitate and slashed down from the front. Yun Que screamed as she was pushed by the Demon Tribe Saintess to block the blow.

At the critical moment, Ye Qinghan quickly grabbed her.

Danger averted.

Yun Que’s face turned pale, “Thank you, Senior Brother Ye.”

On the other side, the two Demon Tribe members were trapped under the triple assault of sword cultivators and talisman users, unable to escape.

Duan Hengdao’s binding rope flew out, tying them up in three quick moves. Seeing them struggle, Xue Yu swiftly fed them sealing pills, forcing them into their mouths.

“The effect lasts for two hours. To be safe, feed them once every hour.”

During the fight, everyone’s hands were sweating, fearing any mishap. Duan Hengdao licked his dry lips, “It’s over, right?”

The dust settled, it was finally over.

“Holy crap, that scared me to death.” Even the core disciples were left trembling, and the outside cultivators slumped to the ground.

“From being beaten to fighting back, all it took was one Ye Qiao.”

Ye Qiao had indeed made a name for herself in this battle.

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