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

Zhang Jiaxi's footsteps sounded particularly heavy in the silent night sky, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heartstrings.

He slowly walked in front of Yun Yueqing. The distance between them was only a few inches, but they could feel the complex emotions surging between them.

Yun Yueqing tilted her head in disdain, and the weird smile on the corner of her mouth seemed even more ostentatious.

The moonlight formed a dark outline behind her, making her look like a messenger from the underworld.

However, just as everyone was holding their breath, thinking that Zhang Jiaxi would kill him, he suddenly looked up.

His eyes were firm and calm, and his voice rang out clearly in the night sky: "If I can only choose one between you and the world, then I will choose you."

The old man's body was shaking, his hands were clenched into fists, and he beat his chest fiercely.

It was as if he wanted to pour out all the grief, anger, and disappointment in his heart.

His face was twisted with pain, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, intertwined with his gray beard, making him look particularly miserable.

Those once bright eyes were now filled with despair and anger.

He roared to the sky: "Evil disciple! Evil disciple! How could you be so foolish as to abandon the lives of all people in the world for this witch!"

With this roar, the old man's body swayed and he almost fell to the ground.

But he still held on, pointing at Zhang Jiaxi with a trembling finger, his eyes filled with deep worry and heartache about the future.

Yunyue clapped her hands and cheered, her laughter was sharp and crazy, echoing in the night sky, like a mockery from the underworld.

"Okay, to prove your feelings for me, now, kill your master!"

She raised her finger and pointed at the trembling old man, her eyes full of teasing and pride.

Zhang Jiaxi's body shook, his eyes wandering between his master and Yun Yueqing, pain and struggle intertwined on his face.

Under the moonlight, his sword slowly unsheathed, the tip of the sword trembling slightly, as if it was also trembling with his determination.

The old man's eyes widened, filled with despair and disbelief, and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Disciple, no!"

However, Zhang Jiaxi's hand seemed to be pulled by an invisible force, and the tip of the sword slowly turned towards the old man.

A strong wind suddenly arose, blowing up yellow sand all over the sky, blocking the moonlight and leaving only chaos.

The monks who fell to the ground suddenly showed a look of secret joy on their faces, as if they saw the hope of life.

"Could it be...Could it be Senior Xiao?"

"Great! We are saved!"

A figure flashed like a ghost, with hair and beard fluttering in the wind, penetrating the sand and looking directly at Zhang Jiaxi and Yun Yueqing.

With his appearance, the surrounding space seemed to freeze, the strong wind stopped abruptly, the yellow sand fell to the ground, and there was dead silence.

The monks struggled to get up, looking at the legendary strong man with awe, and an indescribable excitement and peace of mind surged in their hearts.

Zhang Jiaxi was silent as a rock, his black robe fluttering like a ghost in the night.

He waved his hand suddenly, and an invisible force wrapped up Xiao Fu and Yun Yueqing. The two of them were instantly lifted off the ground, wrapped in a gentle but irresistible force.

The moonlight penetrated the gaps in the wind and sand and fell on them, adding a touch of silver mystery to this tense scene.

The sneer on Yun Yueqing's lips suddenly stopped, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but she did not struggle anymore, as if she had tacitly accepted this sudden decision.

Xiao Fu closed his eyes tightly, his little hands unconsciously grabbing Yun Yueqing's sleeves, his little face full of confusion and fear.

Under the black robe, Zhang Jiaxi's figure gradually became blurred.

The three of them were like a streak of black light, cutting through the night sky and disappearing from everyone's sight, leaving behind only amazement and confusion.

Yun Yueqing was suddenly touched by Xiao Yirao's appearance, and the memories that flooded back into her mind like a tide instantly overwhelmed her.

That day, the roaring giant's body blocked out the sky and the sun, its voice was as deafening as thunder, and it enveloped her with endless pressure.

Roar's sharp claws tore through the air and rushed towards her with a breath of destruction. She fought desperately, but was still swallowed by Roar in one gulp.

Darkness and chaos intertwined within Hou's body, and her consciousness struggled in endless pain, almost being completely devoured.

At this moment, those memories were like sharp blades cutting her nerves. Her head was splitting with pain and her vision was black. She held her head with both hands, groaning in pain, her body shaking with spasms.

Yun Yueqing suddenly grabbed Zhang Jiaxi's collar with both hands, her eyes flashing with a mixture of determination and pain.

Her voice became sharp with excitement, "Kill me! Now...kill me!"

Zhang Jiaxi's dark eyes were deep, he locked onto hers tightly and shook his head.

Zhang Jiaxi slowly stretched out his arms and gently embraced Yunyue's trembling body. His embrace was warm and firm, like a safe haven.

The moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, dappling onto them, adding a touch of tenderness to this tense moment.

His voice was deep and magnetic, whispering softly beside Yun Yueqing's ears: "You gave me my life. If someone must atone for your sins, I am willing to die for you."

Zhang Jiaxi pulled a simple, long brush from his bosom. A faint golden glow shone through the brush, like a sacred object imbued with the ultimate truths of heaven and earth. He bit his fingertip, using the blood as a guide. He tapped the tip of the brush and quickly sketched a complex rune in the air. As the rune took shape, the surrounding space seemed to be warped by an invisible force, and the air was filled with a solemn and sacred aura.

He held a pen in one hand and gently stroked Yun Yueqing's back with the other, his eyes gentle and firm.

The golden rune suddenly lit up and turned into a dazzling beam of light, lightly enveloping Yun Yue.

Within the beam of light, one could vaguely see the shadow of a huge, ferocious beast struggling and roaring. It was the same roar that had swallowed Yun Yueqing.

Zhang Jiaxi's face was solemn, and he wrote with great speed, constantly guiding the power in the light column, trying to completely remove the roar from Yun Yueqing's body.

Yun Yueqing looked unhappy, her brows furrowed, and her voice carried a hint of determination and unwillingness.

"No! Even if you forcefully suck it out like this, it will still seek out another host to possess. I've already been tainted by its aura, leaving an indelible mark deep in my soul."

"Even without its direct manipulation, the darkness within me will only grow stronger and stronger. Eventually, I will become a selfless, insensitive puppet, walking the world with only an empty shell left."

Zhang Jiaxi raised the corner of her mouth, a faint smile that seemed to be expected.

"Don't worry, I have a way. I can completely seal the roar within me and annihilate it into the endless void. As for the mark within you, Xiao Yirao will definitely find a way to help you completely remove it."

After saying this, he closed his eyes and concentrated, his black robe moving without wind.

Powerful spiritual energy surged out of his body, like a black dragon soaring into the sky, surrounding him.

His fingers moved slightly, and the ancient long pen drew golden tracks in the air.

Each stroke seemed to carry the ultimate truth between heaven and earth, drawing out Hou's resentment and strength bit by bit and slowly injecting it into his own body.