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

While Yun Yue was thinking, she was knocked back and staggered a few steps, and was about to explode.

"Are you in such a hurry to reincarnate? Why are you walking so fast? Don't you look where you're going?"

The man was scolded, but instead of being annoyed, he excitedly said, "Hurry up! There's a rare spirit beast appearing in the Colosseum. If you miss this opportunity, you won't have the chance to see it again!"

Yun Yueqing's heart moved slightly. Could it be that the legendary nine-tailed spirit cat appeared in the Colosseum?

But on second thought, how could the Nine-tailed Spirit Cat, as a sacred beast guarded by the Xuantian Sect for generations, easily fall into the mortal world where beasts fight?

Yun Yue frowned slightly, and her eyes involuntarily looked in the direction the man pointed.

On the other side of the Colosseum, the crowd gathered like a tide, and the sound of noise could be heard faintly, mixed with bursts of exclamations and cheers.

The dust was raised by the chaotic footsteps, forming hazy beams of light, as if even the air was filled with an indescribable excitement and anticipation.

Seeing such a sensational scene, Yun Yueqing couldn't help but wonder, could it be that the nine-tailed spirit cat was really in the Colosseum? She quickened her pace and squeezed into the bustling crowd.

As the sun sets, the sky is dyed with a brilliant golden red. The afterglow shines on the crowded crowd, giving the bustling scene a layer of warm glow.

Yun Yueqing finally squeezed to the entrance of the Colosseum, but found that it was heavily guarded and no one without an ID card was allowed to enter.

Yun Yueqing was worried, so she asked a burly, bearded man next to her.

"Do you have an ID badge?"

Upon hearing this, the eldest brother looked down at the bronze medal on his waist and grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"Not everyone has this ID card. As an outer disciple, I definitely don't have one. It's said that only inner disciples who have reached the Nascent Soul stage can get an ID card."

Yun Yueqing frowned and asked, "Then how can I get this identity card?"

The eldest brother scratched his head and thought for a moment before his expression became serious: "To obtain an identity card, you must stand out in the sect competition."

"But it's definitely too late for you to get your ID card now and participate in this once-in-a-lifetime beast fight. Just watch from the outside. Don't be fooled by the large crowds here. Most of them are here for the chance to win the Xuantian Sect's guardian beast. Few can actually enter."

Just as Yun Yueqing was sighing helplessly, suddenly an extremely arrogant voice exploded in the crowd like thunder, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, get out of the way, Senior Sister Wen is here!" A flattering female disciple fanned Wen Chuning respectfully.

Wen Chu Ning, dressed in a gorgeous brocade robe, walked through the crowd with an arrogant look, followed by a group of submissive followers.

Yun Yueqing's gaze inadvertently swept across Wen Chuning's waist, and the identity card that was flashing with a faint light instantly attracted her attention.

Yun Yueqing quickly grabbed a handful of dirt from the roadside, smeared it on her face, and pulled her hair hard a few times, making it look messy.

Then, she rushed towards Wen Chu Ning desperately, muttering to herself with a dazed look in her eyes, as if she had really become a crazy beggar.

Wen Chu Ning was enjoying the treatment of being the center of attention, when suddenly she saw a ragged, disheveled figure rushing towards her, and her brows immediately furrowed.

The female disciple who had just been fanning Wen Chu Ning flatteringly immediately put down the fan and stood in front of Wen Chu Ning.

She pointed at Yun Yueqing and cursed: "Where did this blind beggar come from? How dare you offend our Senior Sister Wen!" Her voice was sharp and piercing.

The female disciple pushed Yun Yueqing hard as she spoke, trying to drive her away from Wen Chu Ning.

Yun Yueqing staggered a few steps and almost fell, but she waved her hands around, muttered incoherently, and had a dazed look in her eyes, as if she was really mentally ill.

The female disciples pushed harder and harder, and Yun Yueqing's body was like a fallen leaf, stumbling in the crowd and almost being trampled several times.

Her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were covered in dirt, but there was a sly glint in her eyes.

Taking advantage of the chaos in the crowd, she deliberately moved towards Wen Chu Ning, almost touching her gorgeous brocade robe. Wen Chu Ning stepped back in disgust, her face ashen.

Wen Chu Ning pushed Yun Yueqing's shoulder hard with her hand wearing an exquisite jade bracelet, just like she was chasing away an annoying fly, with unquestionable strength.

If an ordinary person were to be pushed so hard by Wen Chu Ning, who was at the Nascent Soul stage, his internal organs would be ruptured at best, and he would die on the spot at worst.

However, this force was just a drizzle when it hit Yun Yueqing, and she fell to the ground pretending to be in pain.

Like a puppet with its strings cut, it fell to the ground helplessly, its limbs twitching randomly for a few times, and then it became motionless.

A trace of white foam slowly overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her eyes were closed, her face was as pale as paper, and her breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

The people around screamed and retreated, fearing that they would be contaminated by bad luck.

Wen Chu Ning glanced at Yun Yueqing on the ground with contempt, as if he was looking at an insignificant ant.

She waved her hand, signaling the female disciple beside her to deal with this "trouble".

The female disciple immediately understood, took a few steps forward, and gently kicked Yun Yueqing's body with her toes, her face full of disgust.

She was about to reach out to drag him away, but she seemed to be disgusted by something. She suddenly retracted her hand, took out a handkerchief from her bosom, and carefully wiped the toe that had just kicked Yun Yueqing.

Wen Chu Ning pinched her nose in disgust, her brows furrowed, as if every breath in the air made her nauseous.

"Forget it, just throw it here."

She waved her hand impatiently, her tone full of disdain and disgust for Yun Yueqing's "little episode".

After saying this, she turned around gracefully, her brocade robe swaying gently with her movements, as if she didn't want to be stained by even a speck of dust.

Seeing this, the female disciples followed suit and quickly retreated, fearing that they would be contaminated by the foul air left by the "beggar".

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Yun Yueqing's seemingly lifeless body.

However, Yun Yueqing's mouth corners curled up in an imperceptible arc.

Fearing of being contaminated by bad luck, the crowd quickly dispersed like a flock of frightened birds, leaving behind an empty space.

Yun Yueqing took advantage of this brief moment of silence, opened a crack, looked around, and made sure there was no one.

He jumped up, reached into his pocket and took out the ID card.

She gently stroked the cool surface of the ID card and played with it in her hands.

"Wen Chu Ning, you're still as clueless as ever."

Yunyue chanted a spell softly, a faint light flickering at her fingertips, as if a spring breeze was blowing, and the dirt and mess on her body instantly dissipated.

The worn clothes became as clean as new under her magic, and the dirt on the face gradually faded away.

The messy hair also became meticulous.

Yunyue followed the crowd quietly and approached the entrance of the Colosseum silently.

Then I vaguely heard a noise coming from the front.

She quietly stuck her head out and saw Wen Chu Ning confronting the guard with an angry look on his face.

"Do you know who I am? How dare you stop me just because of an ID card?" Wen Chuning's voice was sharp and angry.