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

Chapter 205 4 words of this chapter

For a moment, the clan leader felt numb all over.

The presence of the continent lords throughout the dynasties was mostly not high, but the power of Qingzhou basically depends on the continent lord for its continuation.

There is no force that does not protect the continent master and dares to disrespect the continent master.

This is also the reason why he believed that Ji Heyu would take direct action when he pretended to be the continent master.

And Yan Ping was the ruler of Yuanzhou.

Yuanzhou has been the destination of the immortal ferry for thousands of years. It has been the last hope of the cultivators for so many years.

Those cultivators who are eager to break through or are desperate will go to Yuanzhou via the ferry.

Yan Ping could become the lord of a continent in such a place.

The sect leader had a wooden face. He actually believed it now. At least this could explain why Yan Ping could easily suppress him despite being so seriously injured.

If we acknowledge that Yan Ping is the ruler of the continent, then Ji Heyu's identity is most likely true.

He drew his sword against two continent masters, and he was still alive...

The clan leader suddenly laughed, the corners of his mouth hidden under his beard slightly raised, and he talked to himself.

"It must be Jiaojiao's mother who blessed me."

Ji Heyu twitched his lips and looked up at him, "What are you talking about?"

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He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he forgot about Ji and Yu.

The smile on the sect leader's face disappeared instantly. He suppressed his inappropriate thoughts and looked up at Ji Heyu with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Ji Heyu looked at the changing expressions on his face, not caring about the previous farce, and his voice was filled with surprise.

"What were you thinking about just now? Why did your face change so quickly?"

His whole image looks like a young man who is in a sloppy state and not steady at all.

But his attitude was still good. Even though the sect leader ignored him for a long time, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. Instead, he spoke calmly.

Being the continent master is not bad.

However, his strength is too weak. If he is really the ruler of the continent, he can no longer go out freely.

The clan leader looked at Ji Heyu, made his next decision, and spoke in a deep voice.

"You will stay in Tianyang Sect during this period."

Ji Heyu raised his eyebrows. He was not surprised by this. The words Yan Ping left behind when he left were enough to make the sect leader think clearly.

He had a headache before because he was worried that the clan leader would continue to question him. He himself didn't know why there were some things.

But unexpectedly, the sect leader did not ask any further questions.

Ji Heyu pondered for a while, "Can you arrange a guest elder status for me?"

The clan leader looked at him, and after the tense atmosphere had disappeared, he now looked much kinder.

"Okay, what do you want in exchange?"

Ji Heyu twitched his lips, "Can I do it?"

The clan leader's expression remained unchanged, "No."

Ji Heyu sighed, then took out a piece of top-grade amulet paper.

"Is this okay?"

The sect leader looked at the talisman paper on the table with some surprise. The talisman paper was full of spiritual energy and was much better than those drawn by ordinary Danhua realm cultivators.

At least no one in the Tianyang Sect can draw such talisman paper.

The sect leader picked up the talisman and looked at it, then said thoughtfully, "Ten."

"Ten for one guest position."

Ji Heyu raised his eyebrows, "Then why can he be a guest elder?"

He was referring to Yan Ping.

The clan leader looked at Ji Heyu with a blank expression, "I can't beat him."

The most important thing was that he wanted to make a good relationship at that time.

Although Ji Heyu may be the continent master now, considering the past events, he really can't look at the continent master seriously.

Ji Heyu: “…”

That’s great. It turns out that the world still has to be ruled by fists. When his strength recovers, he will come and settle the score with this old man.

"I am a guest official!"

……

When the bright light faded away, Ji Heyu came out.

Wen Ye and Yu Tianhong were already sitting together peacefully.

When Yu Tianhong saw Ji Heyu, his expression suddenly became excited and he trotted over.

"Senior Rufeng, what's going on?"

Ji Heyu narrowed his eyes, patted Yu Tianhong's shoulders who ran up to him, and said heavily.

"Your grandfather is giving me a hard time."

Yu Tianhong was stunned, "Ah?"

His grandfather made things difficult for Senior Rufeng?

Why would my grandfather suddenly make things difficult for Senior Rufeng out of the blue? Is it because of his mother?

When Yu Tianhong thought of this, he was stunned again.

His grandfather was wise and brave, kind and gentle, and he made things difficult for Senior Rufeng.

Yu Tianhong had only one idea.

That was the idea he had previously tried to change his father, which caused his grandfather to vent his anger on Senior Rufeng.

Yu Tianhong felt guilty instantly.

"I'm sorry, Senior Rufeng."

The sect leader came over from behind and just heard Yu Tianhong's apology. The corners of his mouth twitched.

"Tianhong, come here."

Ji Heyu curled his lips, patted Yu Tianhong's shoulder again, turned around and left with Wen Ye.

Only Yu Tianhong and the sect master were left in Tianyang Palace.

Yu Tianhong ran to the sect master and said sternly, "Grandfather, everyone is responsible for their own actions. You can't take your anger out on Senior Rufeng because of me."

The clan leader looked at his little grandson in some surprise.

Ji Heyu only said that he was making things difficult for him, but looking at this little grandson, what was he thinking?

……

Outside Tianyang Palace.

Ji Heyu lifted Wen Ye into the air, looked around, and then asked.

"Where do you live?"

Wen Ye felt a little uncomfortable being carried, but his eyebrows did not change as he pointed at a white silk thread in the distance.

"Peach Blossom Residence."

Ji Heyu sighed softly.

He had never been to Tianyang Sect, but he had heard Fu Tiancheng mention before that Taohuaju was where distinguished guests lived.

Yan Ping really enjoys himself wherever he goes.

Ji Heyu flew towards Taohuaju according to the direction Wen Ye pointed.

He didn't fly very high, and there was a lush forest beneath his feet, which was very pleasing to the eyes. After passing through several hills, he saw several bare hills.

Ji Heyu was a little disgusted. "Why are these hills left bare without planting trees?"

Wen Ye tilted his head, recalling how Ji Heyu had treated Mu Xianhe before, and he kindly reminded her.

"This is Jianfeng's territory."

Ji Heyu: “…”

Suddenly I understood.

Sword cultivators are very destructive. If they plant trees, they may be uprooted by sword energy on the second day just after they are planted.

Ji Heyu suddenly realized a connection and his flying speed slowed down abruptly. He searched the mountain, trying to find someone.

Wen Ye didn't want to waste time. He wanted to get back to Taohuaju as soon as possible, so he gently reminded, "Senior Rufeng, the training in Fire Spirit City is over today, and Senior Sister Mu and the others should be reuniting."

So Mu Xianhe would not practice sword outside or wander around outside at this time.

Ji Heyu: “…”

He moved his hands, lifted Wen Ye in front of him, and said softly.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Wen Ye nodded.

Ji Heyu looked at the unsurprisingly calm expression on his face and felt ashamed and angry as if his thoughts had been exposed.

He really wanted to see Mu Xianhe.

He had been able to control himself in the past, but when he suddenly realized that Mu Xianhe was here, his body became somewhat out of control.

……

【Update】

Peach Blossom Residence.

Deep in the pool.

In an open space, a glass-like extremely yang gallbladder was placed in the middle, emitting heat continuously.

The scorching temperature swept through the air, and the edges of the originally bright peach blossom petals curled up slightly under the high temperature.

Yan Ping stood beside Ji Yang Dan. The scorching temperature enveloped him, but he did not feel uncomfortable.

Looking at Hongyu who was staring at Ji Yangdan in his hand, he seemed to be thinking about something.

The bright red clothes and the spiritual flame in the Ji Yang Gallbladder complement each other, making his figure look tall and slender.

Yan Ping forced Hongyu's head to his side and looked into its vertical pupils.

"Tell me, can you do it?"

Hongyu moved her head and turned her head towards Jiyangdan with great difficulty.

Although he can't speak, his actions are very obvious.

It thinks it can do it.

Yan Ping sighed, then threw the red jade onto Ji Yang Dan without any reluctance.

The surface of the Ji Yang Gallbladder was like colored glass, and inside was a spiritual flame with an extremely high temperature. When the red jade was thrown on it, it made a sizzling sound the moment it touched the surface of the Ji Yang Gallbladder.

The originally strong and beautiful scales turned into charcoal. In severe pain, Hongyu rolled on the Jiyangdan, and the scales that had turned into charcoal were torn apart in an instant.

A hideous wound was exposed, and blood dripped down, but before it could touch the Ji Yang Gallbladder, it evaporated into thin air. In addition to the twisted heat, the air was filled with the smell of blood and burnt food.

Then Yan Ping heard the first movement made by Hongyu.

Hiss, hiss, hiss...

Hongyu rolled on it, spitting out her snake tongue frantically, hissing, hissing, hissing...

The condition of the whole snake looked extremely tragic.

What was originally a beautiful appearance now looks like a moving piece of charcoal.

Yan Ping looked at its appearance, sighed and lamented.

"It's so miserable."

But Yan Ping did not try to fish Hongyu out. Instead, he just watched Hongyu writhing in pain in the middle of the Ji Yang Gallbladder.

The reason why he didn't take action immediately was that he thought this little thing might not be able to withstand the temperature of the Ji Yang Gallbladder.

The extremely yang gallbladder is not like magma. The heat emitted to the outside is the result of being restrained.

Most of its temperature is concentrated inside, and the surface suppresses the spiritual flame, so the temperature will naturally be frighteningly high.

Hongyu rolled over in pain after being thrown up, but she didn't run away, and it was obvious that she could still hold on.

Yan Ping sat on a stone not far away and stayed with Hongyu for half an incense stick. Hongyu also stayed on Ji Yang Dan for half an incense stick.

The smell of burnt food and blood in the air mixed with the hot air and rushed into his nose, mixed with Hongyu's hissing, but Yan Ping seemed not to hear it.

He looked at Hongyu, whose vitality was gradually weakening as the spiritual energy in her body dissipated a lot.

According to his judgment, if Hongyu continued to persist like this and did not leave, she would probably die.

Yan Ping was considering whether to fish it out now. It would be a pity if something worthy of his attention died like this.

The most important thing is that it can activate the faint blue light spots in his body, and Yan Ping doesn't want it to die.

After just a moment of thinking, Yan Ping suddenly looked up, and Hongyu tried her best to eject herself.

At the same time, a wisp of spiritual flame leaked out from above the Ji Yang Gallbladder, and the temperature around it instantly rose.

The next second, the spiritual flame disappeared without a trace.

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows, shifted his gaze from Ji Yang Dan to Hong Yu who was lying motionless on the ground.

"The perception is quite sharp."

The temperature of that spiritual flame was extremely high. If it fell on Hongyu, it would be burned to ashes on the spot.

Yan Ping supported himself with his wrist, turned over and jumped off the rock, landing lightly and silently.

Walking to Hongyu's side and squatting down, Yan Ping laughed at its miserable appearance.

Its entire body was charred black like a charred branch, and it didn't look like a snake at all.

Its vitality is very weak, and people who don't understand it will probably ignore its existence and treat it as a dead object.

Racial talent?

Yan Ping raised his hand and beckoned over a peach branch, on which there were three or two brightly blooming peach blossoms.

He poked Hongyu, "Can you still move?"

Hongyu didn't move, and let him poke her body.

Yan Ping sighed, picked it up with a peach branch, put the Ji Yang Gallbladder away, and walked towards the wooden house.

On this short stretch of road, Hongyu's breath became weaker and weaker.

Yan Ping was not worried. It had drunk a lot of his blood in the past. The spiritual energy contained in the blood not only allowed it to recover from its serious injuries, but also helped it survive a molting process.

And the vitality is still hidden in its body. With this level of injury, it will be able to recover on its own as long as it is given time.

Just as he reached the gate of the yard, Yan Ping stopped and looked forward.

It was Ji Heyu and Wen Ye, and they both landed directly in the yard.

Wen Ye's collar was loosened, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Yan Ping, and his gaze involuntarily moved to the peach branch Yan Ping was holding.

A charcoal-like substance.

The size seems familiar.

Wen Ye: "..."

Ji Heyu turned around absentmindedly. He had just tried to find Mu Xianhe, but was exposed by Wen Ye. He felt a little depressed on the way back.

When he looked back and saw the charred charcoal on the peach branch, he was startled and his scattered thoughts instantly returned.

"You roasted the red jade?"

Yan Ping thought for a while and shook his head sincerely, "It has nothing to do with me."

Although he was the one who threw it there, it was Hongyu's own will, so it had nothing to do with him.

Wen Ye looked at the innocent expression on his face, twitched his lips, and finally shifted his gaze to Hongyu.

A line of pitch-black charcoal, without a trace of smell.

"Is it dead?"

Yan Ping walked past them, threw Hongyu and the peach branch into the corner of the yard, and walked towards the house.

"He's still alive. He'll be fine after a while."

Yan Ping said this and yawned slowly.

There was laziness in his pale brows.

Although he was wearing warm clothes, he felt a little cold without the red jade hand warmer, and the coldness brought on tiredness.

Ji Heyu squatted in the corner and looked at Hongyu. He made a "tsk" sound, and his previous depressed thoughts were completely thrown away.

Wen Ye glanced at him and finally chose to walk towards Yan Ping's room.

He still has something to ask.

The room was still the same as when I left, clean and tidy.

Yan Ping had just found a shelf and put the red cloak on it when Wen Ye came in.

Wen Ye felt the temperature in the room. It was a very suitable temperature for a normal person, but it should be a bit cold for Yan Ping.

Yan Ping took off the rest of his coat and asked casually, "What's the matter?"

Wen Ye nodded and went to the bed to change a new set of bedding. It was not an ordinary item. Strictly speaking, it could be considered a magic weapon, and it had a very good heating effect.

"When we were on the flying boat, Master Fu asked me if I wanted to participate in the sect competition. What do you think?"

Yan Ping snuggled into the bed, pulled the quilt, and felt the warmth on his cold body. He squinted his eyes comfortably.

"Go ahead and do your best."

"After the sect competition, you can find Fu Tiancheng to become his disciple."