"Help, help, the young master cut his wrist and committed suicide. Help..."
...
When Ye Xuan woke up, he found himself lying on a big bed.
"Oh, I'm so dizzy..."
Ye Xuan sat up.
At this time, there was a sharp pain on his wrist, which made him couldn't help frowning. He looked at it and saw that his left wrist had been wrapped into a dumpling.
"Oh my god, what is this?" Ye Xuan was a little confused, but he could feel that his left wrist was injured.
However, in the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened. He felt that a lot of things had suddenly appeared in his mind. It was his memory.
"Xuanyang Empire, South Forest County, Lianyun City, Ye Xuan, the young master of the Ye Family..."
This memory stimulated his brain, which made him clench his teeth and scream in his throat.
After a long while, the blue veins on his forehead were removed.
"What's going on? Did I time-travel here?"
Feeling the memory in his mind, Ye Xuan quickly got off the bed and looked into the mirror, only to find that the owner of this body looked exactly the same as him, even the same as the sun.
He vaguely remembered what had happened before his transmigration.
At that time, he was still reading novels in a book. The electric light on the ceiling suddenly began to flash, as if something big was going to happen in a movie. However, what happened the next moment was still fresh in his memory.
The electric light on the ceiling suddenly went out. Then, the 30-inch monitor in front of him, which he had spent a lot of money to buy, began to suck things in like a car.
The bubble bucket, mouse, keyboard, mobile phone, were all sucked in by the monitor. In the end, even Ye Xuan could not escape. He could clearly hear the sound of the electric current, which was extremely ear-piercing.
"Could it really be time-travel? Or am I dreaming?" Ye Xuan was a little uncertain.
Just as he was about to pinch himself and see if he was dreaming, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and then a petite figure flashed in.
"Young Master, you're awake..."
The speaker was a young girl who was about 12 or 13 years old. She was slim and elegant, and her face was exquisite as if it were made of heaven.
As soon as Ye Xuan turned around, a memory appeared in his mind. It was her personal maid, Liu'er.
Before Ye Xuan could speak, all of a sudden, his stomach felt as if it had been pricked by tens of thousands of needles. The pain suddenly came and almost made him faint.
Now, Ye Xuan was sure that he had definitely traveled through time.
"Ah..."
Ye Xuan screamed.
"Young Master, please lie down..."
Seeing this, Liu'er hurried forward and helped him to the bed. At the same time, she said, "Young Master, your Dantian is broken and your cultivation has been lost. It's better for you to rest on the bed for a while now..."
"What? My Elixir Field is broken and I lost all my cultivation?" Ye Xuan was a little surprised. He carefully felt it and found that he had the ability to see with his inner vision.
He felt that his dantian was empty, and there was a wonderful sense of emptiness in his heart.
"What's going on? I've passed through a broken dantian. Why did you time-travel me here?"
Ye Xuan felt helpless.
However, he suddenly found something different in his broken Dantian. It was a golden ball.
"The gap in my Elixir Field is the same size as this golden ball. Is it you that caused me to lose all my cultivation..." Ye Xuan suddenly understood, but although he had read many fantasy novels, he could not find any relevant information.
What exactly was this golden ball?
He began to recall.
Three days ago, when the unlucky Ye Xuan, who was replaced by others, practiced boxing in the back mountain of the Ye Family, he accidentally picked up a golden ball. Then, the golden ball directly broke into his dantian, hitting a hole in his dantian, causing his spiritual power to leak out and could not be condensed.
After using up all his spiritual power, he could still run his Cultivation Method to recover. In addition to his dantian, martial artists could also hide their spiritual power in their own meridians.
However, this golden ball not only broke his Dantian, but also absorbed all the spiritual power and realm in his body. As a result, he became an ordinary person.
Originally, he was the top genius of the Ye Family. At the age of 15, he had broken through to the fourth level of Martial Arts. There were only a handful of people who could compare with him.
However, there was no spiritual power in his body now. It was estimated that he was not as good as a child of the Ye Family. It should be known that the Ye Family had practiced martial arts since they were young. Even a 10-year-old child had the first level of martial arts.
After losing all his cultivation, he kept cultivating, trying to stop the golden ball from absorbing spiritual power, and even consumed a large number of natural precious materials, but it had no effect.
After the news spread, the whole of Lianyue City was in turmoil because he had been accepted by a force called the Cloud-splitting Sect and became an outer disciple.
After the new year, he was going to report to the Cloud-Splitting Sect.
The Cloud-Splitting Sect was a powerful sect. Even if ten cities were added together, it would not be able to compare with it. The reason why the Cloud-Splitting Sect accepted Ye Xuan was that he had good aptitude.
But now, Ye Xuan had lost all his cultivation and could not be restored. The Cloud-splitting Sect would never want a useless disciple.
When they learned that Ye Xuan had lost all his cultivation and could not be restored, the entire Ye Family was lifeless. If Ye Xuan entered the Cloud-Splitting Sect, the Ye Family could also rise to a higher level.
Unfortunately, Ye Xuan had become a cripple.
Now, Ye Xuan also figured out what was going on. Just now, the unlucky guy's Elixir Field was broken by this golden ball, and then he couldn't bear the blow, so he cut his wrist and committed suicide.
Moreover, he really succeeded in committing suicide.
Then, Ye Xuan time-traveled here and replaced that unlucky guy.
"Young Master, are you alright?" Seeing that Ye Xuan did not speak, Liu'er hurriedly asked.
"Oh, it's okay. Liu'er, don't worry. Young Master, I won't commit suicide again. If I don't die, there will be a blessing in the future." Ye Xuan said seriously.
Upon hearing Ye Xuan's words, Liu'er smiled happily and hurriedly said, "Then Young Master should rest here. Liu'er will go and get you a bowl of blood porridge."
"Yes." Ye Xuan nodded.
Because he had lost too much blood, Ye Xuan could only stay on his own bed. He rested for a whole day.
It wasn't that he hadn't gained anything from this day. First of all, he had gotten used to this body. Second, he knew how to run his cultivation technique and then gather spirit energy.
However, when these newly condensed spiritual power flowed into the dantian, it was completely absorbed by the golden ball. Moreover, even if it was not absorbed by the golden ball, it would collapse because of the broken dantian.
"I don't believe it. It is said that this unlucky Ye Xuan used to be the top genius of the Ye Family. His uncle allowed him to go to the Treasure House every month to get a 100-year-old Blood Ginseng. I'll go and get one now."
Thinking of this, Ye Xuan put on his clothes and walked out.
