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

Yan Ping lay in the carriage, staring at the dark carriage in a daze.

He slept too much during the day, so he couldn't fall asleep at all.

The spiritual energy outside the carriage was still gathering, and it was obvious that Wen Ye was practicing.

But Qingzhou’s spiritual power is too little, and it takes a long time just to gather the spiritual power.

Yan Ping thought about it and realized that when the protagonist appeared in the book, he seemed to be in the Qi Refining Stage. However, the protagonist was gifted and it only took him ten years to reach the Void God Realm.

Thinking of this, Yan Ping couldn't help but take a deep breath.

This means that he also has to stay in Qingzhou for ten years.

This breath seemed to feel quite refreshing, and the pain in his internal organs was relieved a little. Yan Ping realized something was wrong belatedly and checked his surroundings.

The spiritual energy that Wen Ye had gathered with great difficulty was completely absorbed by him in this breath.

Yan Ping: “…”

It is not good to disrupt people's practice.

But since it was done, Yan Ping simply lay down and absorbed the spiritual energy comfortably for the whole night.

Not to mention it, it’s comfortable not having to gather spiritual energy myself.

When Wen Ye woke up from his meditation the next morning, he began to doubt his life.

He practiced his mental skills all night last night, but didn't absorb any spiritual power!

Although the spiritual power here is small, it is not to the extent that it cannot be absorbed at all.

Wen Ye looked at the carriage behind him. He suspected it was related to Yan Ping in the carriage.

The small door on the carriage suddenly opened, and Yan Ping was smiling happily inside. He had absorbed free spiritual energy all night long, and his body, which had been conveying pain all the time, finally calmed down a little last night.

Yan Ping waved considerately.

"Come in."

Wen Ye walked in expressionlessly, and before he sat down, Yan Ping looked at him and spoke kindly.

"I'll teach you a set of exercises."

There is no such thing as a free meal in the world. Wen Ye instantly became alert, "What do you want to do?"

Yan Ping did not hide it from him, the result of being happy both physically and mentally was that he was very easy to talk to.

"All the spiritual energy you attracted last night was absorbed by me."

The guess was confirmed. Although Wen Ye had worked in vain the whole night, he was not angry, but just a little confused.

"Why don't you absorb it yourself."

Yan Ping waved his hand, his face full of laziness, "The concentration of spiritual energy here is too low, I find it troublesome."

Given his current injuries, if he wants to recover in Qingzhou, he has to stay in seclusion and gather spiritual energy day and night. This will take five or six years for him to recover.

Sporadic practice is of little significance to him and is also troublesome.

Wen Ye was silent for a moment. He could see that Yan Ping was not in good condition, but he didn't expect that someone would be so lazy that he didn't even want to treat his injury.

At the same time, he had more doubts, "Since you are a cultivator, then you don't have any elixirs or spirit stones with you?"

Yan Ping sighed, "It's not like you haven't seen Wuwanghai before."

"Whatever was useful to me was already used up in there."

Wen Ye thought of his magic rope. Before it came into contact with the sea water, its spiritual power was instantly sucked dry and turned into ashes.

He was silent again.

Yan Ping didn't care about his silence, and a jade slip appeared out of thin air in his palm.

"This set of skills is called Soul Guiding."

"You can practice it all the time, gather spiritual energy, and use it for practice."

Then he absorbed a little more spiritual energy to relieve the pain. Perfect!

Wen Ye thought about it for a moment and then took the jade slip.

He really couldn't think of any reason why the man in front of him would want to harm him. If he wanted to kill him, he could have killed him when he got ashore.

A flattering voice came from outside the carriage. It was the voice of the fat businessman.

"My lord, it's time to set off."

Yan Ping knocked on the car wall and spoke softly.

"Let's go."

The caravan was moving much faster than the wooden cart yesterday.

Wen Ye sat in a corner of the carriage, pondering his martial arts skills, while Yan Ping slightly opened the window and looked at the scenery outside with boredom.

No one in the caravan was so blind as to dare to disturb them.

It was not until a brilliant light was seen in the distance that the fat businessman appeared with sweat all over his face and a flattering look on his face.

"Sir, we will soon reach Qingyuan City. Do you have a place to stay?"

Yan Ping glanced at him with a half-smile, "What do you think?"

The fat businessman looked into his dark eyes and lowered his head guiltily, as if everything he was thinking was known to him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "My Lord, you forgave me for my mistakes last night, and I will repay you."

"If you don't have a place to stay, you can stay at my house temporarily. I will treat you with fine wine and delicious food."

Yan Ping chuckled, looked towards Qingyuan City in the distance, and said casually.

"Please prepare the best clothes in Qingyuan City. I want to wear them."

His robes were indeed quite torn, and there were many scars on his body that could not be removed for the time being.

He was very aware of his appearance, and Yan Ping had no interest in being treated like a monkey when he appeared in the city like this.

After getting the exact answer, the fat businessman breathed a sigh of relief and immediately sent someone ahead.

Qingyuan City is very large. It is the fifth city in the territory of Tianyang Sect. Although it is close to Wuwang Sea, there is a special area around it.

There are many exotic snakes in the place, and each snake is a treasure. Snake blood, snake teeth, snake skin, and snake bones can all be used as medicine or for refining weapons.

Therefore, it attracted many mortals, desperate criminals, and immortal cultivators.

Qingyuan City thus became the fifth largest city of the Tianyang Sect. That brilliant light was the light emitted by the protective formation of Qingyuan City.

The mortals who came to trade during the Qingyuan City event were also amazed when they saw this scene.

The closer we get to Qingyuan City, the wider the official road becomes, and more and more people travel with us.

After passing through the city gate, the surrounding area became lively, with hawking and soliciting customers everywhere.

Yan Ping glanced at Wen Ye. It was so noisy outside, but this man was still studying hard, with his entire attention focused on the jade slip.

The carriage traveled in this busy city for about half an hour before it stopped shaking. The fat merchant shouted flatteringly outside the carriage.

"Sir, here we are."

Seeing that Wen Ye was still immersed in the jade slip, Yan Ping raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Wen Ye suddenly broke away from the jade slip. This technique was too abstruse for him, but he couldn't stop reading it. The more he read, the more addicted he became.

Yan Ping reminded him.

"gone."

Wen Ye came back to his senses again, got out of the car first, and very considerately lifted the door curtain of the car.

"Senior please."

Although his tone was still cold, his actions were much more enthusiastic than before.

Yan Ping looked at him with a strange look, but Wen Ye pretended not to see it.

He now feels that his previous attitude was indeed not very good.

And the previous belief that Yan Ping had a bad temper was even more wrong. Who would give someone a set of at least heavenly level skills just because he absorbed someone else's spiritual energy for a whole night?

The fat businessman was still guarding one side. When he saw them coming down, a flattering smile appeared on his face again.

"Sir, the food is ready. Would you like to wash up first or try the specialties of Qingyuan City first?"

"Wash up."

The fat merchant's house is beautifully decorated, with a different view at every step, and there is also an elegant garden.

The place arranged for him was also an elegant garden with a natural hot spring pool, and a set of clothes was placed outside the screen.

There was also an incense burner nearby with burning incense. Yan Ping sniffed it gently and felt that the fragrance was somewhat elegant, completely different from the strange fragrance he had imagined.

Have you given up?

Yan Ping chuckled. He didn't believe that the fat businessman would give up.

It is their nature to be profit-seeking.