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

The venue of the Spirit Beast Championship was bustling with people, and all kinds of spirit beasts were roaring or humming, with great momentum.

Yun Yueqing held the warm jade ball given by Wei Xinran in her hand. A faint fluorescent light flowed on it, helping her easily cross the threshold of the preliminary round and directly sit on the promotion seat that symbolizes glory and strength.

She sat quietly on it, her eyes passing through the noisy crowd and focusing on the fierce battle on the arena.

On the ring, a young man with a sturdy figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes fought with his opponent for three rounds and was sure to win.

As more and more challengers came, his battle robe was soaked with sweat, but it made him look even more heroic.

The opponent seemed to be just a foil in front of him. The boy's punches were fierce and his kicks were precise. Every attack hit the vital points, but he kept control, forcing his opponent to barely defend himself.

All the challenges that groups of people put on the young man ended in failure, so he could be said to be invincible and full of momentum.

It seemed as if no one was invincible, and every victory made the audience excited and cheer for him.

"This young man is Feng Wuhen, the rising star of Xuantian Sect. He's barely a thousand years old, but he's already broken through to the Nascent Soul stage at such a young age. His talent is astonishing. He might even be able to compete with Wen Chuning."

The preliminaries were gradually coming to an end and the battle on the ring was becoming more and more intense, but Feng Wuhen remained calm.

His figure was like a ghost, and every dodge was just right. The opponent's attack seemed to be half a beat slower in front of him.

In the final battle, the opponent tried to overwhelm Feng Wuhen with his momentum.

But he just raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and with a gesture of the sword in his hand, the spirit beast moved with it, turning into a stream of light, instantly defeating the opponent's defense.

When the dust settled, Feng Wuhen stood proudly on the stage, a faint aura surrounding him. The audience's cheers surged like a tide, announcing his successful advancement without any suspense.

Amidst deafening cheers, Feng Wuhen slowly walked down the stage with steady and confident steps.

His gaze moved through the crowd, finally settling on Yun Yueqing who was sitting quietly in the promotion seat.

A gentle smile appeared on his jade-like face, and he walked straight towards her, each step seeming to follow an invisible rhythm.

Feng Wuhen stood beside Yun Yueqing and spoke softly, with a hint of disdain in his words.

"I heard that you snatched Senior Brother Wei's spot and got this chance to advance directly?"

Yun Yueqing turned a deaf ear to Feng Wuhen's words and just stared quietly in the direction of the arena, her eyes deep and distant.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen's face darkened slightly, and an inexplicable irritation surged in his heart.

He raised his voice, with a hint of anger and unwillingness: "Hey! Are you deaf? Can't you hear me?"

Although the sound was not abrupt in the noisy conference hall, it was enough to attract the attention of people nearby.

Yun Yueqing finally reacted, but she tilted her head slightly and glanced at Feng Wuhen lightly.

In those clear eyes, there were no waves or anger, only an incomprehensible tranquility.

"I didn't take Wei Xinran's spot. He gave it to me."

Yunyue took a sip of tea and gently placed it on the table.

Hearing this, Feng Wuhen curled up the corner of his mouth into a sneer, his eyes full of disdain and challenge.

He waved his hand violently, and the air around him seemed to tremble slightly with his movement, and an invisible force surged around him.

"No matter what means you use to secure a spot, without true strength, you won't make it to the finals. I advise you to put away your inferior thoughts as soon as possible."

"If you meet me in the semifinals, I'll give you face within three rounds and maybe even let you go."

"The rules of the arena are not strict, and it is common for people to accidentally kill others. If you are unlucky enough to meet Senior Sister Wen, you will be on your own."

Yun Yue sneered, with a faint but sharp arc at the corner of her mouth.

"If you're matched up with me in the semifinals, you'll be unlucky."

Feng Wuhen frowned, and his voice was filled with a hint of disbelief and annoyance.

"How can you be like this? I warned you out of good intentions, and not only did you not listen, but you turned around and threatened me? Do you really think you're someone special?"

Yunyue slowly put down the teacup in her hand, and finally withdrew her gaze from the distant arena.

On Feng Wuhen's face, which was slightly distorted by anger.

Her voice was cold and calm, carrying unquestionable power.

"Feng Wuhen, I'm only warning you out of kindness. In this competition, strength speaks for itself. Whether it's a spot or an opportunity, it's all earned based on your own ability. If you're truly capable, why not prove your arrogance in the semi-finals with your fists instead of just talking here?"

Feng Wuhen stood up suddenly after hearing Yun Yueqing's words, and the aura around him instantly became sharp, as if even the air was shaking.

Yun Yueqing was unmoved, she just raised her eyes slightly, her gaze as calm as water, as if she could see through people's hearts.

She spoke slowly, her voice cold and clear with a barely perceptible softness.

"When you stand up, you block the people behind you from watching the fight. This is a public place, please be mindful of the impact."

As Yun Yueqing finished speaking, the audience around her cast curious glances at her.

Some were whispering, while others were looking at the scene in astonishment.

Feng Wuhen's face became even gloomier. He clenched his fists, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

But in the end, he suppressed his anger and slowly sat down, but there was still a spark of unwillingness in his eyes.

He squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "You wait..."

Yun Yueqing poured another cup of tea, raised her white wrist slightly, and gently pinched the porcelain white teacup with her slender fingers.

Scrape off the foam on the surface of the tea and sip it in small sips.

The aroma of tea rose up and lingered around her, adding a touch of elegance that transcended the world.

Feng Wuhen stared at her calm and composed appearance, the rage in his heart burning like a flame whipped up by a strong wind, but he could only suppress it in his chest.

I thought to myself: If I were to face her in the semifinals, what's the point of saving face for three rounds? I'd just go in and dunk on her, take her down in one round, and make sure she'd be left with nothing to lose.

Thinking of the scene of the person in front of me being beaten up, I felt a little relieved and the fire in my chest was extinguished a little.

On the ring, a new round of confrontation has begun. Spiritual power interweaves, light and shadow flicker, and every confrontation draws exclamations from the audience.

As the competition in the ring intensified, the seats for promotion gradually filled up.

The faces of every successful competitor were filled with the joy of victory and a vision for the future. Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the venue, gilding the battlefield with a golden glow.

Soon, the promotion seats were filled with people. Various monks were either whispering to each other or closing their eyes to rest, each emitting a different aura.

In the center of the venue, a referee dressed in a gorgeous robe slowly stood up. His voice was loud and majestic, penetrating the noisy venue.

The words were clearly heard by everyone: "The semi-finals are about to begin. All contestants have one hour to prepare."