strictlysupreme Chapter 85 His luck has always been very bad.
Chapter 85 His luck has always been very bad.
After listening to Wang Laoliu's instructions, Li Tingyun did not immediately set off to find the Water Mirror.
Because no sooner had Wang Laoliu left than 001 issued him the main quest.
[Please help the protagonist Yuan Che regain his physical body and achieve soul return.]
Compared to the main quest, finding the Water Mirror needs to be done later.
Shui Jing was merely a clue provided to him by the system out of a moment of conscience; it wasn't a mandatory task.
Li Tingyun cursed inwardly, his desire to return to his original form growing even stronger.
The resentment he had been suppressing in his heart had reached its breaking point. Once he regained his cultivation, he would not be a Li if he did not raze the Underworld to the ground.
Fortunately, Mei Shiyu trusted him almost completely and returned the golden coffin containing Yuan Che to him, which saved him a lot of trouble.
The first thing Li Tingyun had to do was to pry open Yuan Che's mouth. Only by understanding how he had been tormenting himself in the underworld these past few days could he find out where Yuan Che had left his physical body and thus find another way to help him return to the world.
So he released Yuan Che.
The girl got up from the ground. Li Tingyun stood in front of her, watching her every move. Suddenly, something caught his eye.
Yuan Che's chest was barely covered by his undergarment, but a smooth corner of what he was hiding in his bosom was visible.
That was the thing that reflected a bright white light, which was extremely dazzling.
Li Tingyun sensed something was amiss. Her gaze lingered briefly on his chest, and then... then the two of them started fighting again.
It all started with the phrase, "What are you looking at?"
The two of them walked around the four corridors on the fourth floor, from the door of Mei Shiyu's room, "crawled and tumbled" all the way to the starting point.
Finally, Li Tingyun locked Yuan Che's arms behind his back and pressed his head between the two railings to secure it, thus bringing the matter to a close.
Li Tingyun was somewhat convinced.
As expected of the chosen one of this world, his health bar is incredibly thick.
It's thicker than his life.
Li Tingyun patted the shoe prints off his body.
He stomped heavily on the corridor, shaking off the dust from his trousers, and the wooden floorboards creaked under his feet.
After tidying up briefly, he thought it was time to get some information out of Yuan Che.
Suddenly, he heard the sound of wood breaking beneath his feet, and the spot where he was standing suddenly collapsed.
Suddenly, a huge hole appeared, causing him to fall directly from the fourth floor to the third floor. He was so disoriented that he saw stars and lost his bearings.
Yuan Che pulled his head out from behind the railing, crouched at the edge of the large hole, and saw Li Tingyun lying sprawled on the ground. He then leaped over.
Li Tingyun rolled over and stood up like a carp leaping out of the water. Leaning against the railing, she glanced back, saw how tall it was, and quickly looked away.
Suddenly, he felt a cool sensation on his wrist. He glanced to the side and realized it was a sword intent that Mei Shiyu had placed on him earlier.
They are poised to act at this moment.
Li Tingyun laughed, his face sinister, his pupils faintly red, his eyes surging with bloodlust.
He instantly unleashed the sword intent that embodied the immense power of a high-level cultivator's strike!
They never imagined that Yuan Che was completely unable to withstand this sword strike.
He never even considered the consequences of using the self-defense method left to him by Mei Shiyu to kill his disciple.
He just wants him dead right now; he's irrational and doesn't care about the consequences.
Yuan Che watched helplessly as the sword intent materialized, a chilling wind sweeping in, its power soaring high, something he couldn't possibly withstand. There was nowhere to hide, and even his instinctive attempt to shield his head was futile.
However, his act of blocking the way unexpectedly brought about a turning point!
The mirror hidden in front of his chest revealed most of its smooth surface, completely blocking the dazzling white light of the sword!
Li Tingyun has always had bad luck.
Like now.
The boy's body was thrown off the railing by the rebounding sword energy, and he fell heavily to the ground from the three-zhang-high building, his head hitting the ground hard.
Li Tingyun smashed the long table in the center of the hall, and the back of his head landed right on a wine jar.
The impact was so strong that shards of broken pottery even became embedded in the cracks between the bricks.
Three-tenths buried in the earth.
Li Tingyun's vision was blurred; all he knew was to cover the bloody hole at the back of his head.
Fresh blood seeped from between his fingers, his hands were sticky, and the smell of rust filled his nostrils.
He already had mental problems and was prone to headaches. The system used this as punishment, and when the pain came, it felt like he was wearing a tight headband.
It wasn't just physical pain, but also mental torment, causing his eyes to swell and his body to feel numb.
Another impact like this would only make matters worse.
For a brief moment, Li Tingyun fell into a state of shock and completely lost consciousness.
He couldn't remember how long this period of unconsciousness lasted.
As his senses gradually returned, a wisp of plum blossom fragrance was the first thing to enter his nostrils.