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

Dense crowds of powerful masters in the Spirit Transformation Stage rushed forward. Yun Yueqing looked at this magnificent scene and stood there in a daze for a moment.

"Just move!" Zhang Jiaxi tried her best to stop him.

Xiao Yi grabbed the back collar of Yun Yueqing's clothes, flew into the air, and landed steadily on the top of the tallest and thickest ancient tree.

"Wait a minute, Brother Zhang hasn't come up yet." Yunyue lightly pointed at the ground under her feet, where Zhang Jiaxi was still fighting alone.

"These people are targeting you, he will be fine." Xiao Yi went around behind his back and just lay down like Ge You, looking relaxed and contented.

Just as he said, everyone noticed something was wrong and someone shouted, "She's in the tree!"

The sound of fighting suddenly stopped...

Nearly a thousand people looked up, and their pairs of poisonous eyes stared straight at Yun Yueqing in the direction of the finger.

"Hi! Hello everyone~" As polite as she is, she did not forget to wave and greet the huge crowd below.

The group was attacking the ancient tree, and the treetops were shaking violently.

"It's okay, I have good balance." Yun Yue waved her hand lightly and steadied herself.

Xiao Yirao raised his hand and slowly put it down.

"This ancient tree is not an ordinary small tree. It is considered a veteran in the Mystic Valley. They won't be able to climb up for a while."

He waved the Piaomiao fan and knocked away several of the fastest climbing people.

Yun Yueqing's mind raced, "Uncle-master, how many people can fit into your Misty Fan?"

Xiao Yirao stretched out three slender white fingers, and Yun Yueqing sighed in disappointment.

"Only three people?"

"Thirty. I know what you're asking. There are nearly a thousand people under the tree. I can't collect all the Misty Fans, but don't worry, I won't let you fall into their hands."

"Then let me ask you, how many people can your folding fan hold when it reaches its peak?"

"You mean the grade, right? The folding fan I have now is only grade three. The highest quality is grade nine, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people."

"Upgrading to the seventh rank will allow it to accommodate a thousand people, but it's impossible to increase it so quickly in such a short period of time."

"I've been waiting for you to say this. I have a solution."

Yunyue pointed at the crowd under the tree and cursed nonsensically.

"You weaklings can't even climb a tree, so practice more!"

[Ding! The number of NPCs with damaged mentality is: 105, and 315 points of luck have been obtained.]

He silently asked the system, "How much more do I need to upgrade my uncle's fan to the seventh rank?"

[Ding! Friendly reminder, you can only upgrade your sister's own magic weapon]

"No, brother, you're not good at anything. You're the worst at giving up. Look at your host's current situation. Rules are dead, but people are alive."

"Anyway, if you don't bend the rules, I'm going to die."

If the system had a face, it would have an upright expression.

[Sister, the system rules cannot be changed at will]

Yun Yueqing was so angry that her teeth itched, and she could only weakly ask Xiao Yirao, "Master uncle, I have a request that I don't want to make."

Xiao Yi was waving his misty sword at the crowd under the trees, looking very busy. He even took a moment to turn around and smile softly at Yunyue.

"But it doesn't matter."

Yun Yueqing pointed at the Piaomiao fan in his hand unconfidently, then withdrew her hand and scratched the dry skin on her lips.

Xiao Yirao swung his hand vigorously, causing the trunk of the ancient tree to shake three times, and all the densely packed little people were thrown out like the drum of a washing machine, giving off a feeling of centrifugal force.

"You just asked a lot about the Misty Fan. At first I thought you were going to use it to deal with the people under the tree."

"Now it seems that you like this fan. If so, I can give it to you."

"Hua La" the Piaomiao fan was folded into an "I" shape and handed to her.

"This... is given to me?" Yun Yueqing opened her lips slightly and pointed at herself in disbelief.

"Since you like it, take it and play with it." He said and raised the Piaomiao fan in his hand.

Yun Yueqing didn't hesitate and took it respectfully.

"Brother Tong, this is all right now, right?"

【Okay, sister】

"How much more luck is needed to upgrade the Misty Fan to the seventh rank?"

[The host currently has a total of 615 Luck Points. To upgrade the Misty Fan to the seventh rank, a total of 3000 Luck Points are required.]

[2385 points of luck are needed to complete it]

At this moment, Xiao Yirao no longer had his folding fan. He took a branch and started playing whack-a-mole even harder, "bang bang bang!"

Suddenly, a familiar voice shouted, "Ouch! Why are you hitting me too?" Zhang Jiaxi fell to the ground in pain.

Xiao Yirao scratched the back of his head, "I hit it too fast and didn't pay attention to the smoothness of the hit."

After Zhang Jiaxi's repeated efforts, she finally climbed up.

Yun Yueqing was overjoyed, "You're finally here."

Zhang Jiaxi tossed her hair and asked, "Why is Sister Yun still worried about your little brother as always?"

Yun Yueqing patted his sturdy shoulder vigorously and said, "I'm worried about you, you big-headed ghost."

"Oh! I just fell down badly, why did you hit me?" He rubbed his shoulders.

"It's easy."

"Put away your mask of pain. I asked you to come up here because I have something important to entrust to you."

Xiao Yirao was playing whack-a-mole with his hands, his eyes fixed on the two of them. Hearing this, he felt a little restless.

"Miss Yun, what's the important thing that I can't do?"

Yun Yueqing waved her index finger and said, "No, no, no, of course you can't do it, uncle-master."

Xiao Yirao couldn't hide his disappointment, but Zhang Jiaxi became more cheerful instead.

"Tell me what's going on? It has to be me."

Yunyue leaned over to him and whispered a few words in his ear, and Zhang Jiaxi's expression became more serious.

"Does it have to be this far? Can you do it?"

Yunyue gently pulled his shoulders and held him down, allowing him to see the crowd on the ground clearly.

"Do you think it's appropriate for me to come? There are only men down there, not a single woman."

Zhang Jiaxi sighed resignedly, "I'll do it then." Then she began to unbuckle her belt.

Yun Yueqing quickly covered her eyes and said, "You're getting into character too quickly. Could you have told me in advance?"

Xiao Yi was feeling indignant, but when he heard the sound of fabric rubbing against skin, a smooth, white butt was exposed.

The absolute visual impact made Xiao Yirao, who was also a boy, turn his back unconsciously.

"Splash!" He urinated in circles to his heart's content, making sure that everyone below would get equally wet.

There was a wailing sound from under the tree, "What's so bitter?"

“It’s obviously bitter!”

Although Yun Yueqing's eyes were filled with darkness, it did not hinder her eloquence.

"Everyone has been waiting for me for so long, you must be thirsty, drink some water, you're welcome."

"This is boy's urine, it can beautify the skin and ward off evil spirits. If you can have a sip, you can be happy."

When everyone heard this, they started to vomit.

Some people even pick at their tongue coating with their hands, wishing they could drain out their stomach and wash it clean.

[Ding! 300 NPCs have suffered damage to their mental state. 900 Luck points have been gained.]

Yun Yue counted on her fingers and said, "There's still more than half left."

An evil smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth. "Everyone, have you had some drinks? You might be a little hungry, right? We also provide meals here."

Zhang Jiaxi received Yun Yueqing's signal, twisted her nose, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and squatted down in one go as if he had made a great decision.

A standard Asian squat was born on this ancient tree.