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

Yun Yueqing rolled her eyes and curled her lips in disdain, "If you can't afford to live, then die."

"Don't come here crying and making a fuss. You take yourself too seriously. Do you think you're so valuable? Killing someone with a mental disorder like you would make my hands dirty."

"Besides, the Jingyuan Sect is my territory. I wanted to kill you, but now you can't survive. You've stained my golden nanmu bed with this snow.

"If you can afford to live, remember to compensate me and give me the money for half a Jade Blood Spirit Bud. If you really can't afford to live, I will go to your Wuying Sect to ask for it."

The leader of the Shadowless Sect was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, and his fingers trembled as he pointed at Yun Yueqing.

Those bloodshot eyes seemed to be about to pop out of their sockets, and there was undried blood at the corners of his mouth, making him look particularly ferocious.

Xiao Yirao smiled lightly, walked slowly forward, and stood between Yun Yueqing and the leader of the Wuying Sect.

"Master Wuying, I, Xiao, saved you this Jade Blood Spirit Bud out of Miss Yun's kindness. Your body hasn't recovered yet, and being so agitated won't help your injuries."

"Besides, everyone present witnessed what happened at Dark Moon Lake. Miss Yun did nothing wrong. If you insist on slandering Miss Yun, I, Xiao Yirao, don't mind taking back the Jade Blood Spiritual Bud spiritual power that I just injected into you."

Yunyue snorted softly, her brows full of impatience.

"To save you, old man, I was in such a hurry. To complete the mission, I rushed for five days and five nights without sleep. I almost died of exhaustion on the road. But you woke up and started to bite Lu Dongbin. You don't know how to appreciate a good person."

After hearing what Xiao Yirao said, the leader of the Wuying Sect's expression became uncertain, and he finally let out a long sigh.

He slowly lowered his trembling fingers, and a trace of unwillingness and helplessness flashed in his bloodshot eyes.

He lay back on the bed in disappointment, his body sinking weakly into the soft bedding, as if all his strength had been drained away.

The bed trembled slightly, and the fragrance of golden nanmu and the smell of medicine intertwined together, seeming particularly dull.

He closed his eyes tightly, the blood at the corner of his mouth had dried into a brown mark, and his face was full of fatigue and frustration.

Just when the atmosphere in the room was becoming extremely solemn, a messenger servant hurried in and broke the oppression.

He was dressed in coarse cloth and his steps were brisk but somewhat anxious.

In his hand he held a thin bamboo pole with a small copper bell on the top. It swayed gently with his steps, making a clear and pleasant sound.

"Master, Master Wuji and the elders have been waiting in the meeting hall for a long time. It seems they have something important to discuss."

The leader of the Yuling Sect struggled to sit up, but the injury on his chest caused a sharp pain due to the movement, causing him to gasp involuntarily.

Xiao Yirao was quick-witted and took a step forward to hold his shoulder.

"You are seriously injured, and your current physical condition is not suitable for getting up. If Sect Leader Wuji and the others really have an urgent matter, I will go and explain it. You can just lie down and recuperate."

He gently patted the shoulder of the leader of the Yuling Sect, signaling him to relax.

The leader of the Yuling Sect looked at Xiao Yirao, a hint of gratitude and trust flashed in his eyes. In the end, he could only nod helplessly and lie back on the bed.

In the meeting hall, Sect Leader Wuji and the other Sect Leaders whose injuries had mostly healed sat in the deputy seats with solemn expressions.

The flickering candlelight in the hall stretched their shadows out long and cast them onto the mottled walls.

The air was filled with a faint scent of tea, but it could not conceal the subtle tension.

Sect Leader Wuji had a stern expression and a sharp gaze as he scanned everyone present, as if searching for some kind of resonance.

He coughed lightly, and the sound echoed in the empty meeting hall, breaking the silence.

"Everyone, we have gathered you here today to discuss a matter of vital importance to our factions' survival. We must work together to overcome this difficult time."

The atmosphere in the meeting hall grew increasingly heavy. Sect Leader Wuji's words were like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up waves.

"Previously, Master Yun of the Jingyuan Sect said that Dark Moon Lake is the intersection of the two realms of my Xuantian Sect. Therefore, the zombie wave may not be caused by the Jingyuan Sect, but it may be caused by my Xuantian Sect."

"But as you all have seen when you went to Dark Moon Lake, there are some unspeakable things in the Dark Moon Lake of the Jingyuan Sect that can control people's minds. This is what caused this irrational fight and resulted in the serious injuries of our six leaders."

"And Sect Leader Yun is unharmed. I don't need to say more about the rest. I believe that each of you Sect Leaders has a scale in your heart and can judge for yourself."

The atmosphere in the meeting hall suddenly became tense.

The leader of the Jiyin Sect slammed the table, causing the teacup to shake slightly. A few drops of tea splashed out and landed on the mottled wooden table like falling tears.

Because the Jiyin Sect and the Wuying Sect, like the Xuantian Sect, belong to the same sect - the Jian Sect, so the three sects should belong to the same camp.

Since the head of Xuantian Sect, Wuji, took the lead in instigating the conflict, there was no reason for the head of Jiyin Sect not to follow suit.

"The well-known strange power in Dark Moon Lake attacked our seven sect leaders, but spared Sect Leader Yun of the Jingyuan Sect. I'm sure everyone will notice something strange is going on without me having to explain."

His deliberate guidance made the leaders of the Cang Qiong Sect and the Qing Yan Sect fall into deep thought.

The leaders of the Cang Qiong Sect and the Jing Yuan Sect both belong to the Taoist sect, so they will naturally protect their own sects.

"Masters, your remarks are overly speculative. The last time we went to Dark Moon Lake, we clearly didn't even touch the water, let alone explore its mysteries. We can't speculate based on our vague memories."

"What's more, the two sect leaders also said that everyone except Sect Leader Yun was under the control of a mysterious force. Their perceptions and decisions at that time should not be taken seriously."

The head of the Jiyin Sect was unhappy. "But the problem happened in the Jingyuan Sect's territory. What else can we say?"

"From the beginning, Sect Leader Yun agreed that if any problems occurred in Dark Moon Lake, the Jingyuan Sect would have to compensate all of our sects for their losses."

"Master of the Cang Qiong Sect, just because you share the same origin, you can't just listen to one side and play some unfair games."

The head of the Cang Qiong Sect immediately retorted, "I didn't, I just spoke based on facts."

The leader of the Jiyin Sect was angry and stood up suddenly, with his sleeves raising a gust of wind.

The light from the candle on the table flickered, casting mottled shadows on his face, adding to his anger.

His eyes were wide open as he stared at the leader of the Cang Qiong Sect, a sneer appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The voice was low and threatening: "Master of the Cang Qiong Sect, you are so biased, are you hiding something? Could it be that the strange events at Dark Moon Lake are also related to your Cang Qiong Sect?"

As he spoke, he approached step by step, and every step seemed to shatter the tranquility in the meeting hall. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere.