I'm badly injured, but I'm number one

Chapter 332 Wen Ye Falls Ill

Jingchuan Prefecture.

Xia Tianxue sat behind the desk, reading the file in her hands while suppressing her anger. Next to her stood a few demon cultivators, who were as quiet as chickens, waiting for orders.

Halfway through reading, she became impatient and threw the file in her hand with anger on her face.

"Go find the Lin family's account book again. Give it to me when you find it, and bring the Lin family members up to me."

The Lin family is really amazing. When she sorted out the things in the entire Jingchuan Prefecture, the Lin family was the most difficult to deal with.

How can a tiny family come up with several sets of yin-yang account books?

A demon cultivator standing nearby was quick-witted and quick-handed, and immediately received the order.

"Yes!"

The remaining demon cultivators were a step slower and could only watch the demon cultivator leave in such a graceful manner.

Xia Tianxue was still furious, and there was a low pressure all over his body. Jingchuan Prefecture had dealt with it.

But there were other matters in the Demon Realm that kept asking her for instructions, and a large number of bamboo slips containing information were piled up on the desk.

The remaining demon cultivators were once again as quiet as chickens, not moving a single step.

Xia Tianxue looked at them and felt the veins on her forehead throbbing.

Yan Ping had killed all the capable people in the Demon Realm, and now everyone had to ask her for help with even the most trivial matters.

The Hehuan Sect and Feitian Inn have their own management models, but problems have been accumulating for more than half a year, and she is also waiting to decide what the future rules will be.

Xia Tianxue sat behind the desk with an expressionless face.

She feels like she is short of people now!

Another demon cultivator came in from outside delivering a letter, and he looked very cautious when he came in.

"Left Guardian, a letter from the Demon City."

Xia Tianxue raised her eyelids, which should have been a lazy and charming expression, but in the eyes of the office worker, there was only lifelessness.

She raised her chin and nodded towards the table, "Put it there."

Seeing her like this, the demon cultivator hesitated for a moment before speaking, "This is the letter from His Majesty."

Xia Tianxue paused, then took a deep breath. What good could come of Yan Ping looking for her?

She unfolded the letter, then sat up straight, frowning slightly.

Looking for a pharmacist and a batch of medicinal materials?

Yan Ping is fine, why is he looking for these things?

Xia Tianxue began to look for the latest news coming from the Magic City. She had been busy incorporating the Jingchuan Prefecture and had not read it yet, but now she saw it.

She saw Yan Ping ordering the capture of all people named Wen Ye in the Demon City.

Xia Tianxue: “…”

This Wen Ye should be the Wen Ye she knew, the good son of Wen Fenglai.

He came to the Magic City. Could it be that Yan Ping was looking for the pharmacist because of him?

Xia Tianxue thought for a while, then raised her hand and gave the order decisively.

"Pack up the medicinal materials in Jingchuan Prefecture and come back to the Magic City with me later."

……

Snow Palace.

main hall.

The cold and gloomy atmosphere inside was the same as always.

Yan Ping leaned on the cushion that was used as the throne yesterday, feeling comfortable from under his body. His hand, tucked under his sleeve, was holding a warm bell, and waves of warmth flowed through his cold palm and seeped into his finger bones.

Perhaps it was too warm, which made Yan Ping in a good mood today. Among the demon cultivators who came to report today, the only one who died was the one who tried to fool him.

The remaining demon cultivators are busy reporting.

"Your Majesty, there are more cracks at the cape, and the water from the Wuwang Sea has seeped in."

"There are also many sea beasts along the coast, more than in previous years."

"This time, after annexing the Hehuan Sect and Jingchuan Prefecture, many sects have united and want to meet you."

Yan Ping listened for a long time, focusing on the last sentence, and his voice became a little cold.

"They want to see me?"

The demon cultivator who reported this swallowed his saliva and said, "Yes, they said that this would break the pattern that has existed for thousands of years and would affect the balance of Qingzhou."

Yan Ping wanted to laugh. What did Qingzhou’s balance have to do with him?

According to the information he had received from the Right Protector, the sects in Qingzhou were almost permeated like a sieve by the original Demon Realm and knew nothing about it. How dare they talk about balance?

Yan Ping placed the hand without the warm bell on the soft cushion on the side, absorbing a little warmth, and spoke lazily.

"Tell them that if they want to see me, they should come to the Magic City to see me in person."

"In the coastal areas of the Demon Realm, arrange more people to patrol. For those who are not good enough in cultivation, let them go to the forbidden area to receive the Sea Spirit Pearls and practice according to their contributions."

"Find someone to watch over those cracks, find out the cause and report back."

By the time Yan Ping came out of the hall, the midday sun had already covered the ground.

He held the warm bell in his palm, which had lost its warmth, thought for a moment, and then walked towards the main house.

……

Snow Palace.

Main house.

The warm sunlight shines into the house through the hollow windows, but it does not bring a trace of warmth.

Instead, the decoration makes the house empty and lifeless, giving off a slightly cold feeling.

When Wen Ye woke up, he felt cold all over and there was an empty pain in his head.

He got up from the bed and instinctively looked for someone, but the room was empty and the surroundings were unfamiliar.

Wen Ye frowned slightly. He lifted the thin quilt on his body. The quilt was made of the finest spirit-gathering material, but it was too cold.

It was at this time that he realized that the mattress beneath him was also very thin, hard and cold to the touch.

A thought suddenly popped into his mind: Is this the kind of place Yan Ping lives in?

It was at this moment that Wen Ye was stunned, and the empty feeling in his mind was filled at this moment.

Wen Ye suddenly remembered what happened last night. He met Yan Ping, Yan Ping took him back, and he also met Yan Ping’s Taoist partner.

The Taoist partner that Yan Ping acknowledged himself was him.

Wen Ye's eyes lit up with a captivating light again. The empty pain in his head turned into solid pain the moment he remembered it, as if a needle was piercing his brain.

Even so, the light in Wen Ye's eyes did not fade.

He vaguely remembered that when he realized this in the cell last night, the excitement, excitement, and surprise were like fireworks exploding in his mind, making him unable to respond to the outside world.

And now, he was also surprised, and that kind of joyful emotion made the sharp pain in his head more and more intense, but he didn't care.

Wen Ye searched the room for Yan Ping again. He wanted to see Yan Ping now, and he wanted to confirm with Yan Ping again.

But the room was empty, Yan Ping was not there.

Wen Ye paused for a moment, then stood up and staggered outside.

Yan Ping is now the Demon Lord. He is not in the house, but should be in the hall before.

The sunlight in the house is cold, but when you leave the house and come to the yard, the sunlight becomes scorching hot, even a little poisonous.

Wen Ye's face was pale, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, and sharp pain in his head radiated out in waves.

He held onto a pillar, looked up to identify the direction, and staggered towards the nearest exit.

Outside the exit was a corridor. After walking a little further, Wen Ye felt his headache getting worse. Sharp tinnitus rang in his ears and his vision became blurry. He had to walk by holding onto the wall.

Now he just wanted to find Yan Ping and confirm the answer.

There seemed to be someone in the yard next door, and their voices were hazy as if through water.

Wen Ye didn't care about it at all, but the pain in his head seemed to explode completely, and his hands and feet felt like nothing, and finally his hands on the wall fell in vain.

His body softened and he sat down on his knees. The pain in his head continued to sweep over him in waves, changing from needle pricks to sharp blades stirring.

Wen Ye's pupils were dilated. In this overwhelming tide of pain, he wanted to find Yan Ping to confirm the answer in order to prevent his consciousness from collapsing.