Zhang Xuan woke up slowly with a splitting headache.
The first thing you see is a spacious room.
"My strength..."
He slowly sat up and looked down. His body was covered with gauze and his whole body was in severe pain. He could tell at a glance that the injury was serious. He tried to use his power, but found that there was very little energy in his body.
"Mercury is really angry?"
After careful observation, I found that the remaining true energy was extremely heavy, making even the slightest movement difficult.
Previously, he absorbed the mercury spiritual energy and transformed it into the true energy he cultivated. In fact, it was equivalent to transforming the rich spiritual energy into the thin true energy. But at this moment, for some reason, the powerful ocean-like true energy in the body disappeared.
, only some mercury-like infuriating energy remained.
It's really heavy, but given his current physical condition, it would be difficult to mobilize it, let alone use it to recover from injuries.
"I entered the passage of heaven, was blocked by thunder, and then...lost consciousness..."
After seeing the chaos inside his body, the previous experiences came to mind, and Zhang Xuan's pupils shrank: "Could it be that... you have already reached heaven?"
Normally, he should be wandering in the space passage, but now he is lying in the room with his body bandaged. Could it be that... he has passed through the thunder area and successfully entered the so-called heaven?
When his spirit stirred, his consciousness wanted to extend, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
The divine consciousness that could spread millions of kilometers before was actually tightly imprisoned within the body and could not spread out even if it was alive or dead!
"What a strong space oppression!"
There is no need to continue, he also knows that when he reaches the sky, not only his spiritual consciousness cannot spread, but his flying ability is also restricted. Under the pressure of the huge space, it is difficult to walk, let alone fly.
Coo coo coo!
There was a dull sound in my stomach, and I was actually hungry.
Since cultivating to the Mortal Realm, absorbing spiritual energy is enough to provide energy for oneself. It doesn't matter whether he eats or not. This is the first time he feels so hungry, as if his whole body is about to be hollowed out.
His spiritual consciousness could not spread, so he calmed down and sensed that the surroundings were indeed filled with mercury-like spiritual energy, dense and dense, more than ten times more dense than the ones that landed on the high platform of Kunxu Realm before.
Wanting to absorb it, refine it into Qi, and recover from the injury, I suddenly felt my face turn red and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
After a moment, I couldn't help but shake my head.
When there are no injuries on the body, one can absorb the mercury spiritual energy and rely on one's own strength to fight without any accidents. At this moment, no part of the body is intact, and there are countless cracks in the meridians. Once absorbed, it will be unbearable, let alone transformed into inner energy.
Already.
"It seems we can only wait until the injury gets better..."
Knowing that there was no point in being anxious, Zhang Xuan calmed down.
Because of his severe injuries and almost no trace of his true energy left, he was unable to display his Shattering Void strength. He looked no different from ordinary people.
"Find something to eat first..."
Feeling increasingly hungry, I struggled to stand up, rubbed my stomach, and slowly walked out of the room.
Hoo ho ho!
As soon as I opened the door, I heard a gust of wind in the courtyard. I looked up and saw a young man holding an iron sword and performing sword skills.
His left leg was as stiff as wood, and he didn't know whether it was injured or it was the same. It was very troublesome to walk. There was nothing fancy in his movements, but the sword in his hand kept flying, giving people a pleasing feeling.
"Basic skills are okay, but swordsmanship is a bit lacking..."
After taking a look, Zhang Xuan frowned.
The opponent's swordsmanship is far superior to that of any three-star master. It is indeed not that good, but it is already very good to be able to do this despite such physical inconvenience.
Sighing in his heart, he couldn't help but make some noise. When he heard the movement, the young man who was practicing his sword stopped, turned his head hurriedly, and said with a happy face: "You're awake!"
Turning his head, he saw his face clearly.
The boy was about sixteen or seventeen years old. He was not tall, a full head and a half shorter than Zhang Xuan. Based on his height in his previous life, he was probably less than 1.6 meters tall. On his left cheek, there was a scarlet birthmark, half a meter tall.
It was the size of a palm, covering more than half of her face which was not pretty in the first place.
Seen from a distance, not only does it have nothing to do with being handsome, it also looks a bit miserable.
"Thank you for saving me..."
Zhang Xuan cupped his fists.
"It's nothing. I saw it accidentally and rescued you... I thought you would definitely die because of the serious injury, but I didn't expect that you recovered on your own..."
The young man scratched his head, and his speech was not coherent. It was obvious at first glance that he was not good at interacting with others.
"Third Young Master..."
An old man outside walked in. When he saw Zhang Xuan at the door, he was stunned for a moment, then bowed: "Young master, you're awake!"
Zhang Xuan nodded in return.
Looking at the old man carefully, he saw that his clothes were full of oil stains, there was a gash at the corner of his mouth, and there were traces of blood, and his cheeks were also covered in bruises. It was obvious at a glance that he had just been beaten by someone else.
"Yi Lao, what's wrong?"
The sloping-footed young man known as the Third Young Master saw his expression change when he saw the old man's appearance. He hurriedly sheathed his sword and walked over, full of worry.
"Reply to the young master, it's okay..."
Yi Lao looked embarrassed and didn't know how to answer. After a moment, he said: "It's... the second lady from the City Lord's Mansion is here!"
"Xue Qin is here?"
When he heard about this second young lady, the boy's eyes lit up with a hint of excitement.
"yes……"
Seeing the young master's expression, Yi Lao looked even more embarrassed.
"What does her coming... have to do with your injury?"
After feeling happy, the boy realized something was wrong.
"In three days, isn't Lingyun Jiange going to recruit disciples as handymen?" Yi Lao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth: "Second Miss Xue Qin, relying on the relationship with the City Lord's Mansion... obtained the quota in advance..."
"Did you get a spot?"
The slope-footed boy's face lit up: "That...isn't that a good thing?"
Before he finished speaking, he lowered his head and glanced at his feet, his expression suddenly dimmed: "I... there is definitely no hope..."
"If you get a place, you will definitely go to Lingyun Sword Sect. Are you here to say goodbye to me?"
Shaking his head and putting away the unhappiness in his heart, the slope-footed boy asked.
"She...she..."
Seemingly not knowing how to answer, Yi Lao paused for a moment and gritted his teeth again: "She...came to break off the engagement with you!"
"break off an engagement?"
The slope-footed boy's face suddenly turned extremely pale, his body swayed and he almost fell over: "She wants to break off the engagement with me just because...she has become a handyman disciple of Lingyun Jiange?"
Having a woman break off an engagement is an extremely shameful thing no matter where you are.
"The proud daughter of heaven despises her fiancé and comes to break off the engagement. The injured boy works hard to become stronger. Thirty years in the east of the river and thirty years in the west of the river?"
Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhang Xuan's eyebrows jumped.
I encountered this kind of thing as soon as I came to heaven...
It’s exciting just thinking about it…
(After doing the outline for a day, I have a headache. Please give me a monthly ticket to comfort me.)