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

The lobby suddenly became silent.

Many people, either openly or secretly, looked at the Wen clan leader with a mocking look.

Only the Wen family's children looked unhappy.

The Lin family was hunting down Wen Ye, and for the sake of their own interests, they pretended not to see it. But now that they failed, they even wanted to blame the losses on them.

They were angry but dared not speak out.

The Lin clan leader had a sullen face and remained silent, while the Wen clan leader's face turned ashen. The Qin clan leader looked around, stepped forward and offered a way out.

"He's been on the run for so long, maybe he had some adventure outside."

"The two foundation-building period warriors are dead, but he dared to offend the majesty of the three families. His crime is unforgivable."

The Wen clan leader still looked unhappy, but he still took the step.

"The Wen family will never keep anyone who commits crimes against their superiors."

Wen Tianyin, the daughter of the Wen family, stood up from below, her pretty face full of coldness.

As the most talented person in the clan, she is now in the late stage of Xudan realm. As long as she takes action, she will be able to kill that bastard.

"Father, I am willing to go there myself and wipe out this traitor."

The eldest son of the Lin family looked at his father and saw him nod slightly.

He stood up and looked at Wen Tianyin with tenderness in his eyes.

"Since Tianyin is going, I should go with her."

Both families have expressed their opinions, and it would seem a bit awkward for the Qin family not to participate. The Qin family patriarch thought about it for a while and has not yet decided on a candidate.

He, the future heir of the Qin family, stood up with a stern face.

"I go."

Also in the Xudan realm.

The Qin clan leader paused, and before he could speak, the Lin clan leader spoke first with a smile.

"Okay, then the three families will gather together."

"Three Void Core Realm beings are chasing after one Qi Refining Realm being killed."

"I will make sure that kid dies without a burial place."

……

Wen Ye only vaguely remembered the direction of the village closest to them, so he took Yan Ping in that direction.

After a night's rest and the elixir that restored his body, all his injuries were healed. Wen Ye traveled very quickly, while he also secretly observed Yan Ping.

Although Yan Ping's meridians were damaged, his realm was still there and he was more than capable of keeping up with Wen Ye. Even if he noticed Wen Ye's gaze, he pretended not to know.

The village was quite far away from them. After walking for more than an hour, they finally saw a village.

Smoke was rising from people's houses, and a skinny old man was drawing water at the entrance of the village.

Yan Ping leaned casually against a tree trunk nearby and said, "You go."

The voice was lazy, but the paleness on his face could not be concealed at all.

Wen Ye glanced at him and turned to look for the old man.

The conversation did not go smoothly. The old man was almost scared away when he saw the blood on his body.

Yan Ping leaned against a tree trunk at the entrance of the village, yawned lazily, and closed his eyes slightly.

He had not rested for a single moment on the Wuwang Sea, and when he came ashore last night, he had no intention of resting. Instead, he felt a little sleepy now.

I don’t know if it’s due to the lack of spiritual power.

When Wen Ye came back, what he saw was that beautiful picture.

The mottled sunlight fell on Yan Ping through the gaps between the leaves. The blurred halo made his skin look whiter, and even the wounds on his body seemed much lighter.

When he doesn't open his eyes, he really looks like an innocent rich boy.

Wen Ye just found it magical that under such a good appearance, there was a heart of a killer.

Yan Ping noticed him approaching and slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that he had changed into a pudding-colored outfit, a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"what happened?"

Wen Ye shook his head, lowered his brows, and handed him a set of clothes.

"There were no horses in the village, and I only got two sets of clothes."

"I do not want."

Yan Ping took one look at the suit and shook his head.

Although the robes he was wearing were very shabby, they were still somewhat effective and could automatically gather spiritual energy.

Changing into ordinary clothes would only make his meridians feel more uncomfortable.

Wen Ye thought he thought his clothes were too shabby and reminded him.

"Not far from the village you'll get to the official road, and there are a lot of people there."

Yan Ping's clothes could only barely cover his body, and coupled with his overly delicate appearance, he would probably cause a lot of trouble if he went on the official road.

Yan Ping was very determined. Compared to trouble, he chose to be more comfortable.

"Don't wear it!"

And trouble is not inevitable. Yan Ping looked thoughtfully at a wooden cart piled in the corner of the village entrance.

"Go get a wooden cart and a piece of cloth to cover it."

Wen Ye looked at the wooden cart and wondered who would pull it. He paused and changed the subject.

"Didn't you say you wanted to go to Qingyuan City quickly?"

“This will be slow.”

Although Yan Ping was very anxious, he was not that anxious. Since he had already arrived at Tianyang Sect, he would have the chance to meet the protagonist sooner or later.

He pointed firmly at the wooden cart.

"this one."

Yan Ping's will was indestructible. Wen Ye tried to persuade him, but failed.

The wooden cart was made according to Yan Ping's request. Yan Ping lay comfortably in the straw with a piece of cloth over his head to block the sun.

Everything is ready, except for someone to pull the cart.

It is better to lie down than to walk. Yan Ping narrowed his eyes comfortably. Feeling that the wooden cart had not moved yet, he began to urge it.

"Hurry up, let's go."

Wen Ye took a deep breath before going to pull the cart.

The wooden cart was not heavy, but he had never thought that one day he would have to pull a cart for others. He should not have been forced to remain silent under the tyranny last night!

On the official road leading to Qingyuan City, there are many large and small caravans coming and going, as well as many individual vendors.

A wooden cart was mixed in with the crowd and was not conspicuous, but the person pulling the cart was conspicuous.

A young boy wearing tattered pudding clothes, he has a handsome appearance even before he grows up.

Many people were whispering and wondering what he was doing with the cart.

"Go to Qingyuan City to sell groceries?"

"It's hard to say. I saw feet in the wooden cart."

"He hasn't moved for a long time. He must be dead. Did he sell himself to bury his father?"

"It's possible. This guy is good-looking. The rich families in the city will definitely be willing to buy him."

They spoke quietly, but as a cultivator, Wen Ye heard all of their words. He had a blank expression on his face, like a cart-pulling tool with no other thoughts.

Yan Ping curled up in the straw and fell into a light sleep after a long absence.

The words from the outside world fall into my ears, and although they are clear, I don't take them to heart.

At the speed of a wooden cart, it would take about three days to reach Qingyuan City.

According to the memory of the previous life, the protagonist of this book, Shen Pingan, first appeared at an auction held in Qingyuan City not long after.

The auction is a grand event held once every five years in Qingyuan City. People from the Tianyang Sect will send someone down to preside over the auction. Shen Pingan entered the Tianyang Sect through this opportunity.

He can take this time to rest and then go to the auction to find someone.

The sound of horse hooves suddenly increased nearby, and a caravan of luxurious carriages passed by quickly.

The carriage located in the middle has gems inlaid on its body, making the whole carriage look dazzling and extraordinarily beautiful.

When passing by Wen Ye, a businessman who was so fat that only a slit was left for his eyes appeared inside. He turned around and stared at Wen Ye with a hint of greed in his eyes.

"This guy is good looking."

He had been traveling far and wide for years in search of handsome men, and now he actually met one on his way back. It would be a pity if he gave up just like that.

There were other people in the car, and a flattering voice sounded.

"Master is right. There are still vacancies in the caravan. Why not take them all back?"

The convoy was already far away at this time, but Wen Ye still raised his head and looked at them, with a chill in his eyes.

As night fell, the caravans on the official road had already rested by a river.

Wen Ye took Yan Ping to find a corner.

As soon as the wooden cart stopped, a fat businessman came over, smiling warmly but with lustful eyes.

"Where are you from, little brother?"

Wen Ye remembered this voice. When he raised his head, his eyes were cold enough to freeze people. "What does it have to do with you?"

He never had a good face towards such people.

The fat businessman's expression froze, and he forced a smile. "Don't get me wrong. I just saw how hard you worked pulling the cart today, and I was a little curious."

Wen Ye narrowed his eyes. He felt that maybe it was time for this businessman to set off!

A lazy voice suddenly came from behind.

"what happened?"