Chapter 68

Song Hansheng: “…”

His eyes widened slightly in disbelief at the scene before him.

“Ye Qiao, can you really achieve photographic memory?!” Song Hansheng instinctively questioned. He remembered when Ye Qiao had borrowed heart techniques from him before. If she really had photographic memory, did that mean the real fool in the end was him?

Song Hansheng was in a foul mood. After asking the question, he noticed that Ye Qiao didn’t even glance at him. She simply bypassed him, opened the door, and entered the treasury.

Song Hansheng had to accept the reality of the situation. It wasn’t the time for him to question her. He forced himself to calm down and decided to hold a meeting about Ye Qiao when they returned to the sect.

In the cultivation world, magic tools are categorized by levels. However, the three of them were still novices with little research on magic tools, so they took whatever they could find.

The treasury contained pills, cultivation methods, and even heart techniques. Ye Qiao didn’t dare to touch the cultivation methods, despite her bragging; she certainly didn’t want to become a demon.

So, she focused on selecting magic tools and putting them into her bag.

“Why doesn’t our sect have so many magic tools?”

So far, Ye Qiao had only obtained the Bamboo Shoot and the Demon Binding Rope through her own efforts.

Oh, and the Wolf Hair Brush was given to her by senior brothers Ming Xuan and Mu Chongxi.

In summary, there was nothing available for her; she had to rely on her senior brothers’ support.

“There are no weapon cultivators.” Ye Qinghan replied with a cold tone. “You can buy them from the Chengfeng Sect, but they are expensive.”

Good magic tools were costly, and the poor-quality ones weren’t worth buying. Therefore, magic tools crafted by weapon cultivators were even more expensive. Ye Qiao decided to show more respect to Duan Hengdao in the future.

The large sects had few magic tools. In contrast, the demons were reckless, burning, killing, and plundering. They had all sorts of stolen magic tools and demonic items. They didn’t appreciate them, just tossed them around, creating a dazzling array.

Ye Qiao’s eyes were dazzled by the sight.

“Compass.” Song Hansheng shook the magic tool he selected, “Used for arranging formations.”

A formation requires pre-arranged diagrams. Having a compass would save a lot of time. After picking the compass, he also chose a defensive magic tool for self-protection.

Ye Qinghan picked the most suitable sword. He didn’t have a personal sword yet, so he planned to wait until the Sword Cave opened to choose one. Swords used in battles were prone to breaking, and Sword Sect resources were also scarce. It would take many days to get a new one.

He decided to take as many swords as he could now.

Ye Qiao found several interesting magic tools but, due to time constraints, couldn’t study them in detail. She just stuffed the ones she liked into her bag.

Song Hansheng couldn’t help but twitch his eyelids.

Were they the demons, or was she the demon?

They took things without reservation.

After nearly finishing their search, the three of them didn’t linger and left. Ye Qiao reset the restriction with a spell.

During this process, she consumed quite a few pills.

Ye Qinghan’s face remained impassive, but he was somewhat envious.

… Does the Changming Sect really have so many pills? She was eating them like candy.

Song Hansheng observed her spell-casting speed and was a bit engrossed. Although his memory wasn’t exactly photographic, it was good enough. He silently memorized the runes Ye Qiao cast and suddenly asked, “Ye Qiao.”

As she turned her head in confusion, Song Hansheng continued, “If Master had kept you, would you have become my little sister?”

Ye Qiao paused, looked at him, and gave a brief answer, “No.”

Since the day she left the mountain, she had never intended to look back.

“And that’s just your assumption.” Ye Qiao interrupted his speculation. “Yun Hen wouldn’t keep a middle-grade spiritual root, Qi Refining disciple, and you wouldn’t care about an inner sect little sister with mediocre talent.”

Song Hansheng fell silent.

What she said was true.

It was only now that he truly started to regard Ye Qiao.

But that’s how the cultivation world works, right? Only those who are extraordinary are remembered.

“Your memory is quite good,” he said. “If you wanted to make a name for yourself, you wouldn’t have been inconspicuous in the Yueqing Sect for so many years. If you had revealed your talent earlier…”

Song Hansheng felt that Yueqing Sect was not the type to ignore geniuses.

Ye Qiao shrugged, “Don’t be too smug. You just can’t stand not having something.”

“What?” She added with a touch of pride, “Did you suddenly realize that I’m better than your talented little sister? Regret it?”

Song Hansheng’s lips tightened slightly, his expression showing no emotion: “I’m just curious.”

Curious about whether things would have been different if Master had kept her?

Ye Qiao: “Don’t think about it.”

She lazily yawned and lifted her chin. “I’m the disciple you’ll never have in your lifetime at Yueqing Sect.”

Song Hansheng: “…” Damn.

*

The three returned almost fully loaded, and Ye Qiao, exhausted from her efforts, simply collapsed and fell asleep.

“News from Yunshui City says that two Golden Core cultivators have been captured, and the remaining people from our side are still outside, afraid to enter.”

Even though they were all somewhat foolish, being direct disciples of a major sect meant they had some skills.

The demons had a brief meeting and decided to speed up their siege. It was suddenly decided to capture direct disciples as a form of excitement, as it was an order from the higher-ups, who were reportedly very interested in this batch of direct disciples’ competition.

So, they released the news, waiting for the people to take the bait.

“Didn’t expect them to have some intelligence and realize it’s a trap.” A Da sneered slightly. “Too bad they didn’t anticipate that our Saintess has already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage.”

Ye Qiao maintained an expressionless demeanor, her face especially cold.

“We’re leaving.” She was still wary of the Saintess returning early, so she waved her hand and spoke light tone：“I’ll lead you to flatten the Five Sects.”

The Bishui Sect’s Sect Master: “… Sigh, has this child outgrown her rebellious phase?”

Qin Fanfan pondered Ye Qiao’s age: “Not yet.” At fifteen, having a rebellious streak is quite normal.

Now, the Sect Masters of the Five Sects were all gathered around their jade slips, eager to hear what kind of tricks the demons were up to. There was no doubt that Ye Qiao had become the focal point of the entire scene.

When Yun Hen heard his disciple ask, “If Master had kept you, would you have become my little sister?” his face turned from blue to red.

Even through the jade slip, he could feel the mocking laughter of the other old geezers.

Wasn’t Song Hansheng’s question essentially a slap in his face?

Wasn’t it like saying that if Yun Hen hadn’t been so ruthless back then, she might have stayed at Yueqing Sect?

What made him even more embarrassed was Ye Qiao’s casual response of “No.”

Qin Fanfan laughed at that moment and meaningfully said, “Take good care of your precious Yun Que. Our Ye Qiao isn’t interested in your sect.”

Yun Hen went into another bout of self-recrimination.

He knew well that what he did back then was unethical, but Ye Qiao was someone he picked up, just a medicinal herb. Was it necessary to descend the mountain?

In his view, if all his disciples were as rebellious as Ye Qiao, wouldn’t he need to teach them a lesson?

The Five Sects all used such methods to discipline their disciples. Yun Hen didn’t think he had done anything wrong; not everyone educated their disciples like Qin Fanfan’s free-range style!