Yun Yuan felt dizzy and felt a pain in her dantian. She suddenly opened her eyes and found herself lying on the bed.
A man stood at the head of the bed, his face full of pride.
She obviously didn't expect Yun Yuan to wake up suddenly, and she wanted to escape in panic, but Yun Yuan was faster and grabbed her arm.
"Help! An evil cultivator has sucked my talent away! Help!"
At this moment, everything was quiet, and the sudden cry for help broke the silence. The students nearby were alarmed and hurriedly put on their coats, opened the door and walked outside.
"Where is the evil cultivator?"
Feng Aotian's arm was grabbed and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. He was filled with anxiety.
"Damn woman, she's so strong!" She became ruthless and kicked Yun Yuan with all her strength.
Yun Yuan had just transmigrated into the body of the original owner whose talent had been taken away. Although she had not had time to practice yet, Feng Aotian had not practiced either. All she relied on was the skills she had cultivated in her previous life.
In terms of skills, Yun Yuan is obviously stronger.
She endured the severe pain in her dantian and nimbly dodged Feng Aotian's sneak attack. She clamped Feng Aotian's kicking leg with her legs and swiftly swung a knife, slashing Feng Aotian's right neck fiercely.
Feng Aotian didn't expect Yun Yuan still had the strength to struggle. She was hit on the right neck and her eyes went dark. She bit her tongue hard to prevent herself from fainting.
At this moment, she heard a noise nearby and thought to herself that something was wrong.
[Mr. Du, help me kill her!] Her voice was filled with cruelty.
In order to help Feng Aotian change his talent, Mr. Du spent a lot of effort and energy. He thought everything had been arranged and he could sleep peacefully for a while, but unexpectedly he heard Feng Aotian's cry for help.
His spiritual consciousness passed through the ring, condensed into a needle, and stabbed fiercely towards Yun Yuan's sea of consciousness, trying to kill him.
But he made a mistake.
Yun Yuan's spiritual consciousness was tempered in the world of cultivation, and after thousands of years of long sedimentation, its vastness completely exceeded Du Lao's imagination.
When his spiritual consciousness entered Yun Yuan's sea of consciousness, it was like a drop of water falling into a vast river, unable to create any waves at all.
[Not good!] Du Lao felt his strength rapidly draining away. His soul shook twice and suddenly became much more transparent. His face changed involuntarily.
[Old Du, how are you?] Feng Aotian was also staggering, his neck aching. When he heard Old Du's screams, his heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to escape even more urgently.
Old Du no longer cared about her. He just wanted to escape from Yun Yuan's sea of consciousness. He was already a remnant soul, and if he continued like this, he would completely dissipate.
"Bang!" Yun Yuan's head hit Feng Aotian's nose hard. Feng Aotian saw stars and couldn't help cursing in his heart.
Perhaps because of the pain from the head collision, Feng Aotian noticed that Yun Yuan's grip on him had weakened a lot. A hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He seized the opportunity and pushed Yun Yuan away with all his strength.
Yun Yuan fell to the ground due to her force.
Feng Aotian quickly took out a sharp dagger from the ring and stabbed it towards Yun Yuan's heart without hesitation.
Just then, the door of the room was pushed open.
So a group of people rushed in and saw the scene in front of them.
A thin young man with a feminine appearance was holding a dagger in his hand, with an extremely ferocious expression on his face, which made people shudder.
The slender girl fell limply to the ground, her face full of fear and despair, her beautiful eyes closed, looking extremely fragile and pitiful.
"Stop!" Everyone's heart tightened.
Before Feng Aotian could react, he was blown away by the powerful mysterious energy and fell heavily to the ground.
She felt as if all her internal organs had shifted, and a fishy-sweet taste rose up in her throat, which she forced herself to swallow.
The place where they were standing at the moment was Yun Yuan's dormitory. Due to Yun Yuan's extraordinary talent and willingness to spend huge amounts of money, the academy specially allocated a private courtyard for her.
She was surrounded by classmates who were in similar situations to her, some of whom came from wealthy families, some were extremely talented, or both.
There are three kingdoms in Xuanwu Continent: Nanrong, Xiling and Dongxiang.
The one who made the move was Dong Lingchuan, the prince of Dongxiang Kingdom. He had a purple talent and had attracted much attention since he was born. He was a well-deserved child of destiny and had reached the stage of Martial Honor at a young age.
The realms in Xuanwu Continent are divided into Warrior, Martial Master, Great Martial Master, Martial Lord, Martial King, Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor, and Martial Saint. Just like in the world of cultivation, the further you practice, the more difficult it is to advance.
The Xuanwu Continent is vast and boundless, but the highest level of warriors nowadays is only the Martial Emperor, and their number can be counted on one hand.
As for the Martial Saint, that is a realm that only exists in legends. It has been hundreds of years since anyone has been heard of advancing to the Martial Saint level.
If it weren't for Feng Aotian's methods, the original owner should be striving to reach the level of Martial Honor, while Dong Lingchuan is already striving to reach the level of Martial King.
Feng Aotian fell to the ground and wanted to escape, but Dong Lingchuan did not give him the chance. He sucked her into the air with his hand, allowing everyone to see her face clearly.
"It's you." Nan Yanche, the second prince of Nanrong Kingdom, was surprised.
The people who came with him were also surprised.
"Isn't this the loser from Xiling? What's his name?"
"Feng Aotian, I didn't expect you to be so bold as to appear in Yun Yuan's room."
"She gave me such a proud name, even if she wasn't embarrassed, I felt embarrassed for her..."
"What did you do in Yun Yuan's room?" Ximen Yi, the crown prince of Xiling Kingdom, had a cold face as he stepped forward and helped the delicate person on the ground up.
Ximen Yi is also gifted and has outstanding strength. It can be said that he is on par with Dong Lingchuan and is evenly matched with him. He is one of the three heroes of Xuanwu Academy.
In addition to these two, the other three heroes is the prince of Nanrong Kingdom, who is also the male protagonist Nan Yanming.
Feng Aotian felt humiliated, and he hated and was angry at Yun Yuan. What went wrong? Was it because the medicine he gave was not enough?
She forced herself to remain calm, trying not to appear panicked, and said, "I'm Yun Yuan's fiancé. What else can I do in her room?"
"Do you want to force Yun Yuan?" Ximen Yi slapped Feng Aotian with his palm, and she immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, which dripped onto the ground, making a "drip drip" sound.
"I didn't force her." Feng Aotian said with difficulty: "As for why she cried for help, that's the fun between us."
She looked at Yun Yuan for help. Now that she was caught, Feng Aotian could only try his best to save the situation.
What if Yun Yuan doesn't intend to expose her?
Everyone looked at Yun Yuan. The Xuanwu Continent did not pay much attention to the separation between men and women, and was even extremely open. One of the reasons was the difficulty in fertility.
About five thousand years ago, a virus swept across the entire continent like a storm. At that time, the continent was not called Xuanwu.
The virus killed more than 70% of the people, and less than 30% survived by chance. In this life-and-death test, they awakened their talent for cultivating profound energy.
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