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

Wen Ye suppressed the strangeness in his heart and was about to speak when he saw Yan Ping's hand covering his mouth suddenly move away.

The next second, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood fell to the ground, mixed with some dark blood clots and some darker flesh and blood tissue.

Wen Ye was shocked.

"Have you ever suffered a serious internal injury?"

I'm afraid it's not just a serious injury. My internal organs may have been shattered, otherwise I wouldn't spit out these internal organ fragments.

Yan Ping spat out the blood that had been deposited for a long time. The itching in his throat finally stopped and he took a breath.

There was just a hint of regret on his face. His blood contained spiritual energy, and it was a pity to spit it out like that.

Yan Ping turned to look at Wen Ye, and was a little surprised to see his slightly frowned brows.

"Are you concerned about me?"

Wen Ye's face darkened, "No."

Yan Ping sighed, "After all, we've been together for two days, and you don't have any empathy at all."

Wen Ye's eyebrows couldn't help but jump. He shouldn't have asked just now.

Yan Ping stood up straight and suddenly took a breath of cold air. After using his spiritual energy, the backlash from his meridians finally came.

Compared with the pain in the internal organs, the pain in the meridians is spread all over the body, from head to toe, without a single spot.

In just a moment, Yan Ping's whole body was covered with cold sweat, and under the illumination of the spiritual lamp, his face turned pale and transparent.

The originally round jaw was instantly tightened into a straight line, and Yan Ping clenched his teeth.

When Wen Ye saw this scene, he wanted to say something, but he gritted his teeth and endured it, just watching from the side.

Yan Ping ignored him, holding his breath and waiting for the severe pain to subside. Only then did his clenched teeth relax a little.

Just as he took a breath, the pain in his meridians came over him again. Yan Ping couldn't help but curl his fingertips into fists and clench them together.

Wen Ye looked at the beads of sweat on his forehead and his clenched fists, his face as calm as water, and took a deep breath.

"Is there anything suitable for treating you?"

Even though Yan Ping was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, the look he gave Wen Ye made his face darker, and he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Is there something I can help you with?"

Yan Ping didn't say anything. After a while, he gritted his teeth and uttered two words.

"Spiritual Pearl."

Wen Ye turned around and came to the place where he had put the things before, and took out the box containing the spirit beads. He carried all the spirit beads to Yan Ping.

"how to use?"

Yan Ping endured the pain in his meridians and raised his hand to put it in the box. As soon as he touched it, the spirit beads in the box disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving only a box of ashes.

Wen Ye felt numb when he saw this.

A total of ten thousand spirit beads disappeared in an instant. If given to one person, ten thousand spirit beads could cultivate a person into the Xudan realm.

In Yan Ping's hands, he couldn't even last a breath, and judging by his expression, there seemed to be no improvement at all.

Wen Ye opened the remaining three boxes.

In just two breaths, all the unexpected wealth he had gained today was gone, but Wen Ye didn't feel sad.

Seeing Yan Ping's tense jaw gradually relax and breathe slowly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"how is it now?"

Yan Ping didn't say anything, and staggered towards the bed. When he reached the bed, he didn't even want to bend down, and just fell down straight.

Then he instantly took a breath of cold air.

Wen Ye twitched his lips, came to the side and asked again.

"All right?"

Yan Ping's muffled voice came from under the quilt.

"Not well, but much better than before."

Wen Ye looked at him and saw that he didn't want to talk anymore, so he turned aside and looked for tools to clean up the blood.

After they finished, Yan Ping still buried his head in the quilt, and Wen Ye had the illusion that he would suffocate to death in there.

Wen Ye walked behind him and bowed slightly.

"If you have nothing else to do, I will leave first."

He no longer wanted to care about Yan Ping's injury. If it weren't for the two days they had spent together, he would have turned around and left if someone else had stabbed him like that.

Yan Ping endured the pain, propped himself up and turned around, shock in his eyes.

"No, you just leave a patient here alone?"

Wen Ye's expression remained unchanged.

"I have no empathy and don't want to hinder Senior's healing."

Yan Ping: “…”

It hurts so much, the boomerang I threw hit my forehead.

Seeing Wen Ye turning around to leave, Yan Ping simply relaxed and lay down on the bed.

"Come back, you can help me by practicing the Soul Attraction Technique."

Wen Ye's usually cold face would now reveal a perfect smile.

"Then please tell me, Senior, what do you want me to do?"

Their eyes met, one calm, the other deep.

Yan Ping smiled slightly, then closed his eyes and refused to communicate.

He looks like he does whatever he wants.

Wen Ye's forehead couldn't help but twitch twice, then he turned around and walked outside.

As soon as my hand touched the door, Yan Ping's voice came through.

"When the time comes, I will tell you naturally. It will be bad for you to know it too early."

Wen Ye's lips curled slightly, he walked back to the window and looked at Yan Ping lying in the quilt.

"When will I know?"

Yan Ping felt a little sleepy, as pain and sleepiness enveloped him, he murmured.

"Only when you reach the state of enlightenment can you know it. Otherwise, it will be of no benefit to anyone."

Wen Ye remained silent.

Enlightenment.

The Qingzhou realm begins with refining Qi, building the foundation, followed by virtual elixir, real elixir, transformed elixir, and finally achieving enlightenment with virtual spirit.

The virtual god and the realization of the Tao are actually two parts. The virtual god is one state, and the realization of the Tao is another state.

As far as he knew, in Qingzhou, there hadn't been anyone who had reached the state of enlightenment for hundreds of years.

But he is only in the Qi Refining Stage now, and each step forward in his practice will only become more difficult.

It will be a long way for him to reach the state of enlightenment.

Wen Ye did not doubt that Yan Ping was framing him. As long as he had a specific direction, he would get there one day.

After thinking about this, Wen Ye sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice.

The already rich spiritual energy in the house began to gather as he practiced.

Yan Ping's brows, which had been unconsciously furrowed due to the pain after he fell asleep, gradually relaxed under the embrace of these spiritual energies.

Wait until early the next morning.

When the owner of Feixian Inn was replenishing the spirit beads for the formation.

Seeing the dim spiritual beads in front of him, he almost dropped the box in his hand.

"Is there something wrong with the formation? Why has so much spiritual energy been lost from the spirit beads?"

"Why are you arguing so early in the morning? I gave you so many spirit beads, why don't you just change them?"

Yan Ping's lazy voice fell from the window.

The shopkeeper looked up and saw a man of extraordinary beauty, wearing only a white undershirt.

When looking down, there is a sense of beauty as if a god is looking down upon mortals.

The shopkeeper's face was filled with shock, and he stammered.

"You, you, you..."

Yan Ping sighed.

"Why don't you wear clothes!"

The shopkeeper finally finished speaking, his face flushed red.

Yan Ping: “…”