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

Yun Yueqing seemed to hear anxiety in the calm machine sound.

[Five of the six leaders are seriously injured. If they don't take action now, it will be too late. The world in the book will really collapse.]

Yun Yue pursed her lips slightly, "Brother Tong, you are a system without emotions, yet you can also be anxious."

"Since you're such a stingy person and you're giving me a discount, I'll do it right away."

Yun Yueqing's figure flashed and he jumped lightly to the center of the six leaders. A faint blue light surrounded his body, like the moonlight pouring down.

Her hands fluttered lightly, and a soft yet firm light bloomed from her fingertips, gently touching the violently trembling shoulders of each leader.

In an instant, a warm and tranquil power flowed out from her palm, like a trickle of water flowing into a raging river, causing the violent red light in the eyes of the five seriously injured leaders to gradually dissipate, and was replaced by clarity and relief after confusion.

The frequency of their body tremors slowed down until they calmed down completely, leaving only their heavy breathing echoing in the empty hall.

The five leaders' eyes had just regained their composure when suddenly their bodies swayed and they fell down powerlessly like fallen leaves.

Only the Wuji Sect Leader, who had originally suffered relatively minor injuries, could not hold on any longer because of the remaining strength. After staggering a few steps, he finally collapsed to the ground.

Yun Yueqing stepped forward and sniffed his breath, "Fortunately, they are all still alive."

"How am I going to get so many old men back? I can't let them explode in the wilderness."

[Sister, you can exchange it with your luck points...]

Yun Yueqing raised her hand to interrupt, "Alright, if I spend even one more Luck Point on these old guys who are attacking me, it would be a waste."

Yun Yue snorted softly, her eyes falling on the Wuji Sect Leader. Seeing that he was paralyzed but still looked arrogant, she couldn't help but feel a little teasing in her heart.

She slowly approached and lightly hooked her toes. The Wuji Sect Leader was like a broken puppet. She kicked him lightly and he rolled over, looking particularly embarrassed in the flying dust.

He squatted down, leaned close to his ear, and lowered his voice: "Old Wuji, you are pretending to be quite good. I am ashamed of myself and should learn from you."

After saying that, she gently kicked his leg again, made two "tsk tsk" sounds, and looked at her shoes carefully.

"Your shoes are dirty. Go back and wash them thoroughly."

The head of the Wuji sect is now like a dumb person eating bitter herbs, unable to express his pain.

He lay on the ground with his eyes closed, seemingly unconscious, but the slight twitch at the corner of his eye revealed that he was awake.

He silently endured Yun Yueqing's every move and did not dare to resist in the slightest.

Yun Yue lightly moved her fingertips, and a soft light curtain slowly rose from the ground, gently covering the six masters. The realm became a quiet space, isolating them from the noise and danger of the outside world.

Then, she flashed again and appeared in front of the side hall door of Jingyuan Sect.

[Host, the six masters are still in Dark Moon Lake]

"Your system is malfunctioning. Call me sister. Are you the system of those old men or my system? I haven't seen you so nervous even when I'm in danger."

"What do you know? I'm calling in some free labor to get these old guys back."

In the side hall, candlelight flickered. The six disciples of the master were sitting or standing, looking anxiously, looking outside the hall from time to time, hoping for the return of their masters.

Seeing Yun Yueqing coming alone, the hearts of the disciples sank to the bottom in an instant, and the worry and loneliness on their faces intertwined into a heavy picture.

A young disciple from the Xuantian Sect mustered up the courage to ask, "Senior Sister Yun, no... Sect Leader Yun, why didn't Master and the others return with you?"

Yun Yue looked the young disciple up and down, "You look familiar."

The young disciple slumped to his knees and said, "I have met Sect Leader Yun a few times in Xuantian Sect, so it's normal for us to be familiar with each other."

Yun Yueqing approached the trembling young disciple, "We've met more than once, right? I remember it was you who accused me of embezzling money, withholding money from the people, and killing over a hundred people in the village."

She used her Misty Fan to lift the little disciple's chin and nodded frequently, "If I'm not mistaken, it's you. I think your name is Xiao Yi."

Xiao Yi's face was pale, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and his eyes were full of fear and despair.

He clasped his hands tightly, his knuckles turning white from the strain, his lips trembling. "Yun... Sect Leader Yun, I was blinded by the treacherous man and was deceived by him. That's why I spoke so arrogantly to you. Please, forgive my mistakes and spare my life."

As he spoke, he kowtowed like crazy, and blood instantly seeped out of his forehead.

Yun Yueqing's eyes were cold, and with a slight wave of the Piaomiao fan, the little disciple was knocked to the ground by an invisible force.

He curled up in a ball, trembling, waiting for the final judgment.

Seeing his embarrassed look, Yun Yueqing was extremely happy. "Since you and I are from the same school, I will give you a chance to make amends. If you complete the task, I will consider sparing you for now."

When Xiao Yi heard Yun Yueqing's words, a glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes. He quickly struggled to get up and knelt in front of Yun Yueqing.

"Thank you, Master Yun, for your kindness! Thank you, Master Yun, for your kindness! Xiao Yi will always remember Master Yun's great kindness." He kowtowed and cried.

"Stop talking nonsense. Go to Dark Moon Lake and bring back the six sect leaders."

When the disciples heard this, it was as if a bolt from the blue. They were dumbfounded and looked at each other in bewilderment.

One of the disciples' voice was tinged with tears, "Excuse me... Master Yun, Master Yun, what about the other masters..."

Yun Yueqing frowned impatiently, "Stop crying, he's not dead, he just fainted."

Yunyue lightly kicked Xiaoyi and said, "Follow me."

Xiao Yi followed closely behind Yun Yueqing, taking every step carefully, for fear of accidentally angering the moody Master Yun.

The wind from the lake was cool and blew across their faces. Xiao Yi couldn't help but shiver, but his eyes were fixed on the tall figure in front of him.

By the Dark Moon Lake, the moonlight is as silver, but it cannot hide the mess and desolation on the ground.

When Yun Yueqing and Xiao Yi arrived, they saw the calm lake reflecting the disorganized figures on the shore.

The six leaders were lying on the ground in tattered clothes and covered in blood, obviously having gone through a tough battle.

The head of the Wuji sect was as pale as paper, with blood still lingering at the corners of his mouth. The head of the Wuying sect had a twisted arm, and it was obvious that he had suffered a serious fracture.

Broken sword handles and shattered magic weapons were scattered around, the air was filled with a faint smell of blood and burnt things, and the dead silence was filled with a sense of desolation and tragedy.

Xiao Yi looked at this scene with great horror, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Yun Yueqing ordered, "Xiao Yi, I don't care what method you use, just get the six masters back to the Jingyuan Sect."

It was obvious that Yun Yueqing was making things difficult for Xiao Yi, but he didn't dare to say anything.

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, and with trembling hands he passed through the armpits of Master Wuji, lifted his upper body up and turned his back to him.

The heavy body of the Wuji Sect Leader made it almost impossible for Xiao Yi to breathe, but he did not dare to slack off in the slightest.