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

Chapter 270: Wen Ye’s Adventure

Yan Ping put Wen Ye on the bed. The bright moonlight fell from the side, illuminating Wen Ye's slightly frowned brows.

Even though he had fallen asleep, he still seemed restless, with beads of sweat on his forehead.

It must be uncomfortable to absorb the aura of so many earth vein nodes in one day. Yan Ping watched for a while, then raised his hand and pressed it on Wen Ye's head, wanting to use his spiritual power to cleanse Wen Ye.

As a result, after keeping his hand above Wen Ye's forehead for a long time, spiritual power was released. After cleansing the man from head to toe, Yan Ping withdrew his hand.

He turned his head to look at the moon outside the window. Compared to when he first came to Qingzhou, the moon now was as big as two plates.

The intervals between the stagnation of spiritual energy have become shorter and shorter in the past two days, and the day after tomorrow will officially be the day to enter the tide month.

According to the map drawn by Ji Heyu, there are still five places left to visit. Let Wen Ye study hard for a day tomorrow.

Just wait until the day after tomorrow to confirm his guess, and that will be enough.

Besides, it has been almost a year since he left Yuanzhou.

Last year he stayed in Yuanzhou until the tide month was over before setting off. This year he is not here, so the situation in Yuanzhou may be a bit worse, but it should be able to hold on.

Yan Ping was in a daze for a while, thinking about a lot of random things, and finally shifted his gaze to Wen Ye. After looking at him for a while, he closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

Until dawn, he suddenly raised his hand and threw a layer of Huaguang sound insulation to Wen Ye.

next moment.

Mei Can's uncontrollable screams were heard again, interspersed with Fang Quan's soothing voice and Mei Lan's trembling recitation.

Yan Ping was silent for a while. He could clearly hear Mei Can's low cries of pain that he tried hard to suppress. He could also clearly hear the sounds of Mei Lan and Fang Quan taking turns to comfort him.

He could hear everything, including the impatient cursing and cries of pity from the people around him who were startled.

Just when Mei Can screamed uncontrollably again, Yan Ping's figure suddenly appeared in front of Mei Can.

He raised his hand and placed it in front of Mei Can's forehead, emitting a bit of his own spiritual aura, which merged into Mei Can's soul.

"Quiet."

His voice was very soft, but Mei Chan's previous crazy shouting came to an abrupt end.

Fang Quan's reciting also stopped.

Mei Lan's eyes were red as she hugged Mei Can. He was a big man, but now he looked haggard and miserable, and his voice was hoarse.

"grown ups."

Yan Ping glanced at him and then turned his gaze back to Mei Can.

Mei Can looked even more miserable than yesterday. His body was covered with bloody scratches, including many on his face, and his hair was a mess.

His body was extremely tense, and his two hands were desperately clutching each other's hands, for fear of hurting Mei Lan who was holding him.

And those eyes, which were slightly red and unfocused, looked at Yan Ping blankly, without any aggression.

She was temporarily calmed by the breath of his spiritual consciousness.

Yan Ping looked at Mei Can for a long time. People tend to dislike people who are somewhat similar to themselves when they were young, and he is no exception, especially since the sudden change in his youth came so suddenly.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and sent out a wisp of consciousness into Mei Can's soul.

Mei Can's soul is blood-colored, a small ball. He is young, has low cultivation, and has everything. It is only slightly bigger than the blood jade and looks pitiful.

Most people's souls would glow with a faint white light, even Yu Tianhong's soul was white mixed with black.

Mei Can's soul was a deep red, even a little black, and if you looked closely, you could even see that the soul deep inside was being torn apart.

This is the source of Mei Chan’s pain.

He is too young, his cultivation is not enough, and his spirit is not strong enough.

Even if Yan Ping taught her to circulate her mind to balance her body, her soul could not bear it.

The blood and energy completely permeated her soul and was still being torn apart. He could help her fill it up, but if he did, Mei Can would be ruined.

It is best if you can endure this process by yourself. Once you get used to it and your mind and spirit become strong, your injuries will heal naturally without treatment.

Especially, no matter how much Yan Ping didn't want to admit it, at least he was initially attracted to Mei Can because she was a bit like him when he was young.

Now Mei Can has experienced a similar experience again.

He has been hurt, how can she be safe and sound?

Yan Ping withdrew his spiritual sense, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Sir, can you tell what's going on with Cancan now?"

Mei Lan asked from behind, cautiously and softly.

Yan Ping paused, "She's fine. She'll be fine after a year."

If his soul still can't adapt after a year, Mei Can might as well just die to stop being a burden to others.

But behind him came Mei Lan's relieved voice, "Thank you, sir."

Yan Ping left without saying anything.

After he left, without the brief comfort of his spiritual aura, the tearing in Mei Can's soul accelerated.

Even though Fang Quan and Mei Lan took turns reciting the secret techniques, it didn't give her much peace, and she just had to endure it.

The sunlight gradually became brighter. Wen Ye, who had been sleeping all night, finally woke up. He opened his eyes and found the surroundings quiet and peaceful, and the sunlight warm and pleasant.

The last memory of last night returned to his mind, and Wen Ye suddenly sat up from the bed, looking up at his surroundings.

The room was empty. The person who had agreed to watch over him that night had disappeared.

Yan Ping is not the kind of person who goes back on his word.

Wen Ye suddenly paused. He looked at the sunlight shining on his hands. To be precise, the night was indeed over and the sun was out.

He didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

I got up from the bed and suddenly heard Mei Can's hoarse scream from afar.

Wen Ye was stunned for a moment. He looked out the window, then took a step back. The screams instantly stopped. He took another step forward and the screams continued.

Although it was a bit impolite to Mei Can, Wen Ye suddenly smiled.

He touched the corner of his mouth. He hadn't slept like last night in a long time. The last time he slept was when the backlash occurred.

The spirit is full and visible to the naked eye.

Wen Ye was about to go find Yan Ping when he heard Yan Ping's impatient voice, "Go help her."

Wen Ye: "..."

Okay, Meican, that sounds pretty serious.

However, when he arrived at the gate of Mei Can's yard, Wen Ye heard a few words inside. It was obvious that some people were in Mei Can's house.

"Mei Lan, it's not that we don't take care of you, but Mei Can is too loud. A man who yells and screams so loudly every day, maybe those evil cultivators did something to him."

"If you ask me, you should quickly send him to the Tianyang Sect's headquarters and have someone check him out. If he's possessed by a demon, then you can have him locked up."

These people were talking at once, and the whole story of Mei Can being thrown into the pool of blood was spread out.

Some people think he is courageous and tolerant, while others think he deserves it for being so arrogant.

Most of the tolerant ones did not show up at home, so the others came to complain today after being annoyed for two days.

But it was not a good thing either. Mei Lan's voice sounded angry, and there was also the sound of some people jumping up and down.

"All of you, get out of here! How dare you say such sarcastic things to me? I usually give you face, right? All of you, get out of here!"

Then Wen Ye saw several people coming out from inside, covered in dust, and behind them was Mei Lan holding a magical weapon.

Mei Lan was stunned for a moment when she saw him, and then a hint of surprise appeared on her face, "Young Master."

Wen Ye avoided the monks and responded to him.

"I'm here to see Meichan."

After entering the house, Mei Can was still in poor condition.

Wen Ye first recited some mental methods to her to calm her down.

Mei Lan sighed distressedly beside her, "For some reason, the mental method we recited had little effect on her."

"I'm sorry to bother you again today, young master."

Wen Ye shook his head. He also had a question in mind as to why the mental method that Mei Lan and the others recited had no effect on Mei Can.

We are all at the Xudan realm, and our mental methods are exactly the same. There are no problems at all, so why is it not working?

I guess I have to ask Yan Ping this question.

Just as he thought of Yan Ping, Yan Ping appeared behind him.

"Let's go."

……

"Senior, why is it that their recitation of the Heart Sutra has little effect on Mei Can?"

They landed in a new cave.

Wen Ye took out the chair as usual, placed it next to Yan Ping and asked.

Yan Ping was not in a good mood, but he still refused to sit on the chair he gave him. "Their spirits are not as strong as yours, so naturally they are not very useful."

Wen Ye immediately realized that his soul was indeed different from that of other cultivators.

"So Mei Can has a problem with his soul?"

Yan Ping hummed, raised his eyes and interrupted what he wanted to ask. He was in a bad mood, his eyes were cold, "Do your thing, don't disturb me."

Wen Ye: "..."

It seems that last night's reconciliation was just an illusion.

He silently took out another table and placed a pot of wine on it. He thought for a moment, warmed up the wine, which released a scent, and placed a box of snacks on it.

Even so, it was still a bit monotonous. Wen Ye thought about it, put the beautiful shell he got from Mei Lan yesterday on the table as a decoration, and spoke sincerely.

"Senior, I have to sort out what I wrote down yesterday. It will take a while. You may have to stay here for a long time."

The mellow and spicy aroma of wine floated into Yan Ping's nose through the air. He sniffed it gently, glanced down inconspicuously, and then retracted his breath without saying a word.

Apparently not at all bothered by temptation.

Wen Ye didn't say anything, but just walked a little further away, then entered his soul and began to digest.

What Wen Ye said would take a long time really took a long time. Two hours had passed and it was still not healed.

The spiritual energy in Yan Ping's body would stagnate from time to time, and he felt uncomfortable if he didn't move.

He glanced at Wen Ye with some annoyance, but there was still silence over there.

Yan Ping withdrew his gaze, looked at the chair and hesitated, wondering whether he should sit down.

I felt sorry for Wen Ye last night, if I sat down today, the cold shoulder would be gone.

As he was thinking about it, Yan Ping suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He was clearly ignoring Wen Ye, but why was he the one suffering?

Yan Ping's expression became colorful at this moment, and the spiritual power in his body stagnated again.

He simply sat on it with a sullen face.

What's wrong with him enjoying himself? Anyway, Wen Ye treated the big sword made from his bones better than this in the original work.

Why should he hide even though Wen Ye likes him? If anyone needs to hide, it should be Wen Ye who should hide.

After figuring out some key points, Yan Ping did not treat himself unfairly at all.

Leaning comfortably in the velvet chair, he drank by himself while playing with the beautiful shells placed beside him.

The shell is really beautiful. It is the size of a palm, and the outer shell is not ordinary white, but a colorful white. When there is light, you can see many colors.

The only light in the cave was the lighting technique that Yan Ping had just thrown into the air. The light was dim, but it was enough for people to see its strangeness.

Yan Ping played casually at first, but suddenly he stopped and exclaimed.

He sat up straight and shook the shell, and the sound came from inside again.

But in his perception, there was nothing in the shell.

Yan Ping perked up and looked carefully at the shell in his hand.

It looks very ordinary from the outside. Apart from the colorful white color and the tightly closed mouth, it seems there is nothing special about it and is no different from ordinary shells.

But there is something inside.

It seems to have been given by Mei Lan.

Long Aotian’s adventure?

However, the original book did not mention that Wen Ye had ever obtained anything related to shells.

Yan Ping felt a little curious when he occasionally felt discomfort in his spiritual power.

He thought about it, and tentatively released a trace of spiritual power in while the spiritual power was still there.

But the moment he entered, the spiritual power disappeared, and a hint of surprise appeared in Yan Ping's eyes.

Immediately inject more spiritual power into it.

It can absorb his spiritual power. He wants to see how much this thing can absorb.

But the result was a little beyond his expectation. He kept releasing his spiritual power, and the shell absorbed more than ten streams of his spiritual power, but it didn't expand.

Yan Ping's eyes widened a little. He held the shell and looked at it over and over again, concentrating a lot of attention.

This shouldn’t be the case. What on earth is this?

The freshness brought by the shells perfectly suppressed his previous bad mood.

By the time Wen Ye had sorted out the information he had absorbed yesterday, and even absorbed all the geomagnetic nodes in the cave, Yan Ping hadn't come back to his senses. He even spoke impatiently when he noticed Wen Ye approaching.

"Shut up, don't talk."

Wen Ye said nothing: "..."

He shifted his gaze to the shell in Yan Ping's hand, and his heart moved.

He originally took it from Mei Lan just because it looked pretty, but now seeing how Yan Ping's attention was drawn to it, it seemed to be something good.

Yan Ping suddenly looked up, diverting his attention from the shell. Seeing that he was quite close to him, he immediately narrowed his eyes.

"Don't come within five meters of me."

Wen Ye: "..."

This request was a little difficult to meet, so he simply changed the subject, his voice clear and calm.

"Senior, the earth vein nodes here have been absorbed. We can move on to the next one."

Yan Ping: “…”

Yan Ping brought people to the next earth vein node and spoke coldly.

"Ten meters away from me."

This time Wen Ye obeyed obediently and prepared a bunch of things for Yan Ping as usual before leaving.

Time passed, the sun set, the moon rose, and the cold moonlight spread over the Wuwang Sea.

Countless sea beasts roaming the upper layer of the sea were sensed and floated to the surface of the sea. Guided by the will to kill, they began to swim towards the place where the most concentrated spiritual energy gathered.

In the last cave.

Yan Ping, who was studying the shells with his head down, suddenly looked up at the cave above his head, as if he could see the moon outside through the layer of rocks and the water outside, and murmured.

"The last moon night before the tide moon."