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

Xiao Yi gritted his teeth, his hands deeply embedded in the wide sleeves of Wuji Sect Leader, his muscles bulging with tension.

He staggered, and each step he took on the soft soil splashed up tiny pieces of mud.

Xiao Yi's face was covered in sweat and mud, making him look extremely miserable.

Yun Yueqing laughed heartily at the side, "You made so much money in Xuantian Sect, and you're so fat and plump, how come you're so exhausted after doing such a small job?"

"I'm kindly reminding you that the six sect leaders are seriously injured and dying. If you move too slowly, and they can't hold on, and one or two of them die, it will be your responsibility."

Xiao Yi seemed to smell blood between his clenched teeth, and his eyes were bloodshot with anger, but he still held back and did not dare to explode.

Yun Yueqing crossed her legs on the stone, looking up, "Do you hate me so much? Do you hate me so much that you want to kill me?"

Xiao Yi shook his head timidly, denying Yun Yueqing's provocation.

His eyes revealed a complex emotion, including anger, helplessness, and a hint of deep fear.

After finally putting Master Wuji on his back, Yunyue lightly kicked Xiaoyi in the leg.

He fell to the ground in an extremely twisted posture.

"Old Wuji isn't seriously injured, so you'll be the last one to carry him. Besides, I don't trust your character. What if after you've carried him, you get so angry you run away? Where will I find free horses?"

"The leaders of the Wuying Sect and the Yuling Sect are the most seriously injured. You choose one."

Xiao Yi tried his best to hide the anger in his eyes because he was teased by Yun Yueqing, but Yun Yueqing could see it clearly.

So with another kick, Xiao Yi drew an arc in the air, like a fallen leaf blown by the wind, and fell heavily into the mud not far away.

"What are you looking at? If you don't accept it, just endure it!"

Mud and water splashed everywhere, Xiao Yi was soaked all over, and the mud and sweat mixed together made him look even more miserable.

Yun Yueqing stood there, watching the scene with indifference, a playful smile on her lips, as if she was appreciating a carefully planned prank.

"Keep reciting. Don't blame me for not reminding you. The six sect leaders died because of your lack of agility. You know the consequences."

Xiao Yi carried the leader of the Shadowless Sect on his back and walked through the dense forest with difficulty. Every step felt like stepping on cotton, weak and heavy.

The light of Darkmoon Lake flickered in the distance, like the eyes of a ghost, watching everything coldly.

Sweat flowed down his back like a stream, and together with the dried blood of the Shadowless Sect leader on his back, soaked his clothes.

After traveling dozens of miles, Xiao Yi's vision began to blur and his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

Finally, the outline of the Jingyuan Sect appeared faintly in front of him. He staggered and barely carried the leader of the Wuying Sect to the side hall.

The attendant was about to help him when Yun Yueqing interrupted him, "Stop, Xiao Yi is kind-hearted. He wants to take care of the leaders himself. Everyone, please don't interfere."

The servants withdrew their hands in embarrassment, and Xiao Yi gritted his teeth and carried the leader of the Wuying Sect into the bedroom.

He had just managed to catch his breath, and he slowly slid down to the ground, leaning his back against the cold stone wall.

He was surrounded by dim side halls, where flickering candlelight reflected his exhausted face.

Xiao Yi was breathing heavily, his chest heaving violently, as if he had just struggled out of the abyss.

Sweat and tears mixed together and slid down his dirty cheeks.

Yun Yueqing's face was filled with disgust. "It's so dirty! Leave the bedroom immediately! Although I don't live here, do you know how tiring it is for the servants to clean here? Get out now."

Xiao Yi crawled out of the bedroom, his anger had reached a peak at this time.

When he thought about having to go through this process five more times, he really wanted to kill Yun Yueqing, but his meager cultivation level was not enough to do it.

Yun Yueqing certainly had other ways, like sending the six sect leaders back to Jingyuan Sect, but she refused to do that. She just wanted to torture them.

In this way, Xiao Yi used all his strength, as if he could inhale a few broken leaves into his lungs with every breath. He carried the leader of the Yuling Sect on his back and staggered on the winding forest path.

He carried on his back the head of the Yuling Sect, the Cangqiong Sect, the Qingyan Sect, the Jiyin Sect in turn, and finally the Wuji Sect of the Xuantian Sect.

He has already wasted half of his life. Every step Xiao Yi takes is like he is silently fighting against the earth with his soul.

His eyes were empty and blurry, as if his soul had left his body, leaving only mechanical movements to repeat.

Xiao Yi finally finished reciting and collapsed to the ground exhausted, like a puppet with all its strength drained away.

His body seemed to be stuck in the mud, his limbs spread out limply, his eyes closed, and his face as pale as paper.

At this moment, he had no strength to even move a finger. The whole world became blurry and distant in his eyes. He felt that taking another step would cost him his life.

Yun Yueqing clapped his hands for him. "Xiao Yi, you're awesome. Actually, you don't have to do it all yourself. My Jingyuan Sect has plenty of manpower and mounts. They're just sitting there doing nothing."

"But you insist on showing off, and no one can stop you. Don't worry, after the six leaders wake up, I will definitely say a few good words for you. Your sacrifice will not be in vain."

Xiao Yi sat up in shock from his dying illness, "You...what do you mean? You said that if I completed the task you assigned to me, you would spare my life."

Yun Yueqing said with regret, "I'm sorry, I said I would consider sparing you, but I've just finished thinking about it. I haven't killed anyone in a long time."

"Especially someone like you, an enemy who wanted to kill me before. Killing is so satisfying. I don't know how to describe it, so I'll just show you."

Just as Yun Yueqing was about to take action, a cold light gathered at her fingertips.

Xiao Yi's pupils suddenly shrank, despair and fear intertwined. He tried his best to struggle, but he was just trembling in vain.

He used all his strength to plead for mercy, "Don't kill me! If you kill me, I won't be able to explain to the Wuji Sect Leader, and I won't be able to explain to the Xuantian Sect either. When two sects are at war, they shouldn't kill envoys."

Yun Yueqing curled up the corner of her mouth in a cold smile: "Xiao Yi, I remember that you are the best at wrongly accusing people. I must learn from you."

"Back then, when you wronged me, I wrote a very vivid account. Now I'm going to write one myself. If there's anything wrong, I hope you can correct me."

"How about you say you died gloriously in battle while rescuing the six sect leaders and returning to the Jingyuan Sect?"

At this moment, Xiao Yi's face was covered with tears, snot, and mud, and he could only whimper vaguely: "No...no."

Yun Yue nodded in understanding, "This isn't a good story."

"I thought of another one. Listen to this. You learned that the leader was murdered and fled for fear of punishment. I executed him in public."

Yun Yueqing nodded to herself, "This is good, this is it."

The cold light at her fingertips suddenly burst out, turning into a sharp sword light, instantly cutting through the air and hitting Xiao Yi's heart.

A hint of despair flashed in Xiao Yi's eyes. He tried his best to dodge, but he felt like he was frozen in place and couldn't move.

The sword flashed, Xiao Yi's body trembled violently, blood gushed out, and spilled all over the soil beneath him.

He felt the call of heaven, his body was no longer so tired, his eyes gradually became unfocused, a smile of unwillingness and despair hung on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly fell down.