"…!"
Having fallen into Leng Bing Realm before she can get her curse across to Xia Ri'er, Yao Ying who is currently free falling through the air—turns her head to the side, and sees a barren landscape beneath her.
The architectural design of these old buildings—that are mostly covered by dense greenery, are foreign to her, for such structures do not exist in the world she hails from.
(Dammit, I can't rotate my cultivation base at all!)
With less than 20 or so meters to go before she hits the ground, Yao Ying—who isn't capable of rotating her cultivation base, can only choose to grit her teeth, as she assumes a fetal posture while covering her head with her hands.
Compared to the fall that she would have experienced prior to getting devoured by the dimensional rift, a fall from her current height wouldn't kill her, but it would nevertheless shatter a few bones.
*Thud!*
"…Ack!"
An expression of pain breaks out on Yao Ying's face, as she lands on top of damaged asphalt.
And following a short bounce off the hard ground, she comes to a rough stop.
"Ku…!"
Breathing erratically, Yao Ying rolls onto her back.
Having been pampered for her entire life up to this point, the pain that she is currently being subjected to is completely unfamiliar to her.
And due to this pain, she couldn't even spare any strength to utter a curse at the two who had put her in her current state.
"...…"
Gazing at the gear filled skies of this world, Yao Ying's pace of breathing gradually returns to normal, but upon attempting to fold her right leg—
"Ugh!"
The burning sensation of pain returns to her with a vengeance.
(Right… I landed on my right, so my bones on that side are practically all broken… Dammit.)
Biting the bottom of her lips, Yao Ying holds back her urge to let tears overflow from her moistened eyes.
Crying is something that she can do later, right now—
(According to rumors—the weapon spirits of this realm that are created by the Ling Yuan Ancestor are all merciless towards practitioners. I… Need to find some place to hide. But first…)
Muttering the chant that she would normally use when cultivating, Yao Ying uses that to focus her mind, and attempts to absorb the scarce bit of spirit Qi that is in the air.
Even if she couldn't hope to rotate her cultivation base, absorbing spirit Qi would still allow her to mend her wounds faster.
(Xia Ri'er, Qing Ming Yang… A Ling Yuan vixen and a Ling Yuan dog… You two… Dare to put this lady in such a miserable state, I'll keep your names in mind, and when I get back, I'll definitely rip you both to shreds!)