A sharp-tongued woman travels through a book and changes the ruthless Taoist female cultivator

Yun Yueqing looked at the baby in the cradle, and a rare gentle light appeared in her cold eyes.

He tilted his head, as if trying to understand the complex emotions of this world.

At this moment, the man next to her roared like a storm, spitting everywhere, and his finger almost poked the woman's nose.

"It's all your fault, you unlucky person! The fortune teller said long ago that this child is the reincarnation of a disaster star and will bring down the wrath of heaven and the resentment of the people."

"Now that the roar has descended upon the world, resentment is shrouded in darkness like night. The world is in turmoil, and the people are suffering. All of this is your fault!"

"If you hadn't insisted on giving birth to this unfaithful and disastrous child, none of this would have happened. Give the child to me and let me put an end to all this!"

His face was twisted with anger, his eyes were red, as if he was about to devour the woman in the next second.

Fear and prejudice shroud everything, interweaving into an impenetrable web.

The woman held the swaddling clothes tightly in her arms, her thin body was trembling, but her eyes were firm.

Her voice was weak, but every word was clear: "No, no, it's just an innocent child. There is no causal relationship between it and the birth of Roar."

"If... someone must bear the consequences, then let me bear it."

The man's ugly face twisted even more, and saliva flew everywhere.

Like a sudden rainstorm in summer, it is unquestionable and brutal.

"You are just too soft-hearted, with long hair and short knowledge!"

He roared and swung his strong arms violently, almost overturning the simple wooden table beside him.

Those bloodshot eyes were filled with anger and disdain for the woman's stubbornness, as if they wanted to shatter all her persistence.

He approached step by step, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble.

The air was filled with an extremely suppressed and violent atmosphere, casting a dark cloud over the entire cabin.

The man suddenly snatched the swaddling clothes from the woman's arms, and the baby's tender cry instantly tore through the oppression in the air.

He spoke loudly with his eyes wide open and a ferocious smile on his lips.

"For the greater good of the world, for the well-being of the people, what does it matter if I sacrifice a child?"

His words were like sharp blades, attempting to sever the maternal love in the woman's heart.

The man turned around and pretended to throw the child to the ground. His resolute gesture seemed to bury all the tenderness.

The woman's pupils suddenly shrank, and she burst out with unprecedented strength. She rushed towards the man like an arrow.

The woman pounced forward, grabbing the man's arm tightly with one hand, her nails almost digging into the flesh, leaving a trail of blood.

The other arm wrapped around the swaddling clothes, preventing the man from breaking free.

Her eyes were full of determination and anger, like an enraged lioness, protecting her cubs to the death.

The man felt pain and his face became even more ferocious, but the strength in his hands did not decrease at all.

The woman gritted her teeth and used all her strength to engage in a silent battle with the man.

The child's crying became louder, like a shrill alarm, echoing in the small space.

As she moved violently, the blood that was already flowing from the woman's body surged out like a flood, quickly staining the hem of her skirt red.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made Yun Yueqing's bloodthirsty nerves jump.

"stop."

Yun Yueqing lowered her head, and the man couldn't see clearly. Judging from her hair bun, she was obviously a little girl.

The man snorted disdainfully, "Where did you come from, little girl? Stop meddling in other people's business."

Yun Yueqing slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with a cold light, and the man couldn't help but shudder.

The man was stunned for a moment. Although he lacked confidence, he still stood straight.

She tried to overwhelm Yun Yueqing with her aura: "This is my family affair, you don't need to judge! Little girl, you should go home and embroider, don't meddle here!"

As he spoke, he waved the swaddling clothes in his hand, trying to prove his authority.

The woman was thrown to the ground by the man's brute force. Her frail body was like a broken rag doll. Blood gushed out from under her, staining the rough ground red.

Her eyes were blurred, but she still stretched out her hand with all her strength, trying to catch the innocent life that was about to fall.

The man's hideous smile became more and more obvious on his twisted face, and he threw the child to the ground without mercy.

At this critical moment, Yun Yueqing's eyes seemed to have condensed eternal ice. With just a slight glance, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The child was frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, his small body trembling slightly in the air, his crying suddenly stopped, and the air around him seemed to be still.

The man's hand was still in the position where he had thrown it, his eyes widened in shock, watching the scene in disbelief.

Yun Yueqing raised a faint sneer at the corner of her mouth, and lightly stroked the air with her slender fingers, as if tearing open a crack in time and space.

She snapped her fingers crisply, and the man's movements seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread. He suddenly fell forward, but only hugged a ball of empty air.

The child was floating in the air safely, surrounded by a circle of faint blue light. It was a protective shield woven by Yun Yueqing with spiritual power.

The man was terrified, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

He pointed a trembling finger at Yun Yueqing, his voice becoming sharp with fear: "You...you are a monster! You cast a spell!"

Before he could finish his words, he had already retreated repeatedly, staggered a few steps, and almost fell to the ground. His face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

The woman endured the tearing pain all over her body, used up her last bit of strength, supported herself on the ground with trembling hands, and slowly raised her head.

Her face was as pale as paper and her lips were cracked, but there was an unprecedented light in her eyes, which was the awe and gratitude for life.

She ignored the blood flowing beneath her body and kowtowed devoutly again and again. Every time she touched the ground, it seemed to carry all her gratitude and prayers.

The forehead gradually became red and swollen, and even a trace of blood seeped out.

She was completely unaware, and just kept murmuring: "Thank you, goddess, for saving me, thank you, goddess..."

Although the voice was weak, it was full of sincerity and determination, like a beam of light lit in the darkness, illuminating the road to hope.

The woman used up her last bit of strength and looked gently at the child who was safe and sound in the air, her eyes full of reluctance and hope.

Her voice was weak and trembling, as if it would dissipate in the wind at any moment: "Goddess... I... I know my time is up. This child... he is innocent..."

"Please... please raise him... His name is... Fu Jingchen..."

As she spoke, she raised her hands with difficulty, clasped her hands together, and knelt down devoutly to Yun Yueqing.

There were tears in his eyes, but also determination and trust.

Her fingers trembled slightly, and finally fell down weakly. Her eyes slowly closed, and a relieved smile played on the corners of her mouth.