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The art that Jun Qiyan had used was something that had never been seen before, so when the news that the Jun Family had almost exterminated the entire sect was spread out, the news that Jun Qiyan had healed Jun Xuanfeng had also spread out.

An Jiang was located in the Eastern Kingdom, so when he heard the news, he immediately rushed to the Imperial Palace in hopes of meeting Jun Qiyan, but Jun Qiyan had slept for a long time, waiting for the sun to set.

By the time Jun Qianyin had finished dressing and washing herself, an hour had already passed. She looked at herself in the mirror, and suddenly thought of Di Mo Jiu Si.

He wondered if Di Mo Jiu had returned safely, or if he had encountered any trouble.

Suddenly, Jun Qiyan realized that she was too concerned about Di Mo Jiu. Her face reddened, and she coughed dryly twice before standing up in embarrassment. Fortunately, none of the palace maids knew what she was thinking, so the redness on her face slowly faded away.

After calming herself down, she asked the palace maids where An Jiang was waiting, and instead of letting them follow him, she proceeded on her own.

At this time, An Jiang was still drinking tea in Hanyang Hall. Originally, Di Yeming had been waiting with him in the morning, but after sitting with him and drinking tea all morning, there was no one in the afternoon.

Actually, Di Yeming was not to be blamed for running away. Even An Jiang couldn't sit still any longer. An Jiang felt that the tea he had to drink today was almost enough to last him a year.

Just as An Jiang was tidying up his white beard and looking at his teacup with a serious expression, considering whether or not to drink another cup, Jun Qianyan walked in, dragging his skirt. Both of them saw themselves in the other's eyes.

What surprised Jun Qiyan was that President An Jiang appeared to be a kind old man with a head full of white hair. The moment he saw her, he immediately broke into a smile and walked over.

"You must be the Jun Family's little girl, ah, a hero has appeared. Old He has already told me that you found this method after three days of continuous sleep."

Old He was the very first one to diagnose and treat Jun Xuanfeng, and also the one who told Jun Feiyan that her grandfather was not saved.

Jun Qianyan didn't know what President An Jiang was thinking, so she smiled at this' old man 'who appeared kind on the surface, and sat down on the chair opposite An Jiang.

"President An's praise is too kind. I was only making a few opportunistic moves. If it weren't for the ancient records, I would not have thought of this method."

However, An Jiang didn't agree. He shook his head. Jun Qianyan only looked at his shaggy beard swaying along with his head, which made her feel that this old man was extremely adorable.

"Don't say it like that, you are extremely talented to be able to find this method on your own from ancient books."

An Jiang wasn't a person who would beat around the bush. He immediately suggested the idea of visiting Jun Xuanfeng, and Jun Qianyan thought that this man was one of the top alchemists in the entire continent; perhaps he would be able to help her grandfather recover faster.

Thus, Jun Qiyan stood up and smiled at An Jiang.

"President An Jiang is too courteous. Please follow me!"

With that, Jun Qiyan led the way, while pondering about the true purpose of An Jiang's visit. She was also thinking about how to find heavenly treasures for her grandfather and brother to nourish their bodies, especially the weak Jun Mo Chen.

An Jiang could clearly feel the depression in Jun Qiyan's mood, but when they arrived at her door, she forced out a smile and entered while An Jiang followed behind her.

When Jun Xuanfeng heard the sound of the door opening, his eyes had already opened, and inside the room, there was only a small palace maid standing beside the bed to prevent any mishap from occurring. The little palace maid also heard the sound and looked over.

"The colors are coming, did you listen to me and go rest?"

Jun Xuanfeng had been thinking about the matter of Jun Qianyan failing to close her eyes for several days and nights because of his rescue. Thus, he had asked Di Yeyin to tell him that if she didn't rest, then he would close the door and disappear.

Now that he saw that Jun Qiyan's complexion had reddened, and the black tinge in her eyes had mostly disappeared, he guessed that she had listened to his words.

At this time, Jun Qianyan suddenly remembered that Grandpa An Jiang had come in with her, so when she looked behind her, there wasn't a third person in the room.

Therefore, Jun Qiyan turned around and said as she held her grandfather's arm.

"President An Jiang, didn't you say that you would not come in because there is a need to examine your body?"

When Jun Xuanfeng heard these words, his eyes focused on the door. "Crack!" The door opened and An Jiang arrived with a kind and gentle smile on his face.

"This old man is not here."

As he said this, An Jiang strode towards Jun Xuanfeng's bedside, put away his smile, and seriously put his hand on Jun Xuanfeng's wrist.

Jun Xuanfeng looked at An Jiang in surprise. He recognized this old man, but he also knew his identity, so it could be considered as a coincidence that he was able to recognize this old man. In order to obtain the elixir for those who were unable to cultivate, he told the people of the Pill Refining Association about the dye, and then An Jiang came forward and left a message.

"There is no cure, it only depends on the will of heaven."

At that time, when Jun Xuanfeng heard about it, he was extremely angry.

However, considering that he was in the Alchemist Association, it was impossible for him to fight the other party's president alone. Now, even though An Jiang had personally sent him over, Jun Xuanfeng didn't have the strength to beat him up.

After taking the pulse, An Jiang realized that although his inner body was weak, he had recovered very well. The sword qi in his body had disappeared without a trace.

From this point of view, Jun Qiyan's research is correct, not only correct, and not a single side effect.

Anjiang stroked his beard and smiled at her.

"Your grandfather is fine now. His sword qi has completely disappeared and he can return to his original cultivation level. However, he still needs to rest. You can get out of bed and take a stroll in the garden."

Jun Qiyan remembered the words of An Jiang and was prepared to accompany his grandfather for a walk every day.

After confirming Jun Qiyan's genuine talent, An Jiang took out an invitation letter from his chest pocket. He opened it and spread it out on a nearby table.

The writing was done with a stroke of spirit energy. There was no need to worry about the words being damaged or faked by others. Since the writing could be imitated, the feeling of spirit energy was different.

Jun Qiyan came over and rubbed her fingers on the letter a few times as she spoke and got straight to the point.

"I hope little friend can come to participate in this Pill Refining Conference and win this competition to become my personal disciple."

Hearing this, Jun Qiyan was somewhat puzzled. She didn't quite understand why An Jiang would come looking for her. The current Jun Qiyan hadn't realized how much of a sensation she had discovered in this recipe.