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

Three days passed in the blink of an eye since I arrived at Taohuaju.

The wooden house was clean and tidy. The petals from the peach tree fell in the wind, floating through the open wooden window all the way into the eyes of the person lying on the bed.

It seemed to disturb this handsome man who had been sleeping for many days.

Her long, crow-like black eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes, with a rare hint of confusion in her eyes.

Yan Ping tilted his head, and the petals on his eyelashes rolled down like tears.

After being in a coma for nearly half a month, Yan Ping felt as if he didn't know what day it was.

When I tried to sit up in a trance, I felt a dull pain and dizziness deep in my brain.

Yan Ping couldn't help but close his eyes. The pain was still there, but it didn't affect his movements. After the dizziness passed, he slowly opened his eyes.

In order to prevent himself from going berserk and accidentally hurting Wen Ye that day, he forced himself to form a seal, but still ended up hurting his spiritual consciousness.

Yan Ping recalled the plot in the original novel, where he, as a semi-finished product, protected the protagonist from beginning to end.

He thought this time would be different, but he didn't expect that when he arrived in Qingzhou, he almost got himself into trouble before the plot even started.

Yan Ping lay on the bed and sighed softly.

There were footsteps outside the door, and Yan Ping turned around to look.

Then he saw Wen Ye appear at the door, with a hint of depression in his cold eyes.

But when I saw him, it turned into surprise.

"Senior, are you awake?"

Yan Ping hummed softly and tried to sit up again, but every time he moved, the dizziness in his head became worse, and even getting up was extremely difficult.

Wen Ye hurried in and helped him up.

But as soon as he straightened himself up, Wen Ye noticed something strange. Yan Ping was now unable to sit steadily. He had no strength in his whole body and was almost entirely dependent on him for support to stay in position.

Glancing sideways, one could even see Yan Ping's tightly closed brows and feel his low breathing.

It seemed that just this one action had consumed most of his energy.

Wen Ye didn't say anything, just supported him.

Yan Ping did not say anything. He kept his eyes closed to ease the dizziness in his mind, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

This dizzy feeling is really terrible.

Yan Ping had experienced countless battles, both large and small, but rarely had his spiritual consciousness been damaged.

He rarely experienced such a sense of disorientation.

After getting used to the dizziness from sitting up, Yan Ping fluttered his eyelashes slightly, opened his beautiful eyes, and controlled his body to sit up.

"Where is this?"

His voice was about the same as before, but Wen Ye could sense a hint of forcing. Watching Yan Ping sit down on his own, he withdrew his hand.

"Tianyang Sect."

Yan Ping was stunned for a moment, "Have you finished the assessment of Tianyang Sect disciples?"

Wen Ye: "..."

He didn't expect Yan Ping to ask this after waking up.

How obsessed is he with joining the Tianyang Sect?

Wen Ye said coldly: "No."

Yan Ping felt the child's coldness and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Thinking back to the anger in his eyes when I saw him just now, I couldn't help but touch my chin.

"Then why are we in Tianyang Sect?"

Wen Ye watched his pale fingertips slide under his lips, making his lips look a little dry. He silently poured a glass of water from the side and handed it to him.

"After you fell unconscious that day, the person who came to support you was Tianyang Sect's Punishment Hall Elder Liu Qingpeng."

Wen Ye explained what happened in a few simple sentences, and described Liu Qingpeng in particular.

After listening to this, Yan Ping said: "..."

So this kid was bullied by Liu Qingpeng, and he was secretly complaining just now.

Yan Ping couldn't help but raise his hand and press his forehead.

This time he really got himself into trouble by causing trouble for the City Lord's Mansion.

In the original novel, the protagonist later became Fu Tiancheng's disciple, and Liu Qingpeng and Fu Tiancheng were good friends, so although Liu Qingpeng was cold and hard, the protagonist had always been respectful to him.

It’s not like now, just by listening to Wen Ye’s story, I can feel Wen Ye’s dislike for Liu Qingpeng.

When Yan Ping thought of this, he felt like laughing again.

It's like a two-day-old kitten that dares to breathe at others in front of you when you are in danger.

Wen Ye saw that his face was pale with pain, but he was still able to smile and wanted to snatch back the glass of water.

Wen Ye sat aside and said coldly, "They have locked you up here, you can't get out or up, and you're still laughing."

Although Taohuaju has beautiful scenery, it is surrounded by cliffs on three sides, and the only side is a steep cliff that rises into the clouds.

In Wen Ye's eyes, this place is a cage that traps people.

Yan Ping chuckled. He understood Liu Qingpeng's thoughts. If it were him, his actions would be even more cruel.

So Yan Ping's attention was not on this, but on Wen Ye.

"So you haven't taken the disciple assessment yet."

No matter how cold Wen Ye was, he still found it a little unbelievable at this moment.

Wen Ye: "Why do you insist on letting me enter the Tianyang Sect?"

Yan Ping: "I will tell you when you become enlightened."

Wen Ye narrowed his eyes and suddenly said, "They said that you are at least at the Void God level. What level were you before you got hurt?"

Yan Ping raised his eyebrows. They checked his body and knew that this was normal.

"I will tell you when you become enlightened."

Wen Ye: "...Are you kidding me?"

It was really uncomfortable for Yan Ping to sit with his eyes open. The dizziness in his head would get worse if he moved even a little.

So he handed the cup of water to Wen Ye and leaned back, so fast and so fast that Wen Ye's pupils suddenly shrank.

Yan Ping lay down too quickly, and the dizziness made his eyes go dark. Even the sounds around him were a little blurry, just like the day when Wen Ye called him across the water.

The action of falling down shook his lungs, and Yan Ping was still coughing unconsciously.

His eyes were lifeless and he didn't even respond when he was called. Wen Ye was frightened.

He found a handkerchief nearby and patted the man's back to prevent the blood from flowing back into Yan Ping's lungs when he vomited blood.

After all this trouble, by the time Yan Ping calmed down his cough, an incense stick of time had passed.

Wen Ye breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the light return to Yan Ping's eyes.

"What happened to you just now?"

Yan Ping was barely breathing, "I lay down too fast and got hit."

Wen Ye: "..."

He couldn't help but raise his hand to his forehead.

The room fell into silence, with only the peach blossoms in full bloom outside.

Yan Ping had just woken up, and after what had just happened, he was still quite energetic.

After thinking about Wen Ye, Yan Ping spoke.

"Contact Liu Qingpeng and tell him I'm awake."

Wen Ye was a little confused. "You just woke up and you have to deal with their interrogation. Why don't you take a rest for a while?"

Yan Ping sighed, worry in his eyes, "There's no time."

It was the first time that Wen Ye saw Yan Ping show such an expression, and his heart tightened, "What do you mean no time?"

Yan Ping looked at him and smiled, "You are running out of time to take the test to enter the Tianyang Sect."

Wen Ye: "..."

Wen Ye's face twisted for a moment, then he stood up and walked out.

He really shouldn't bother with this person!