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He stood at the peak of Floating Cloud Cliff, drooping his head as he gazed at the myriad of things below the cliff. Ten kilometers around him were green grass and flowers. Every plant had a strange aroma.

Floating Cloud Cliff was famous for being a desolate and cold place. It was covered with snow all year round, and there were no signs of humans or animals. One could only see the unmelting snow all over the mountain, and no one had ever been to the top of Floating Cloud Cliff.

It was not only because of the snow that fell all year round on the Flowing Cloud Mountain, but also because it was said that the snow on the Flowing Cloud Mountain would confuse people, and those who came to the Flowing Cloud Mountain would never return.

Hundreds of years ago, when he came to the Floating Cloud Mountain, his eyes were filled with snow, and not a single blade of grass grew.

Scorching Flower was the Saint Daughter of Peach Blossom. The child she gave birth to definitely had the mark of a peach flower on his face, but when he looked at Jun Qiyan's face, there was not the slightest trace of a mark.

He had speculated that Jun Qiyan might be the reincarnation of Scorching Flower, but her blood and spirit energy didn't react at all to his blood spirit jade.

That day, before he could examine Jun Qiyan's face, she had awoken from her sleep. Fine, we'll wait for her to come to Floating Cloud Cliff and test her.

With a wave of his sleeve, clouds gathered together before his eyes, slowly transforming into an image, which was none other than Jun Qiyan.

At the moment, Jun Qiyan was packing up her things and leaving the Alchemy Association.

The selection competition had already come to an end. Currently, no one in the Pill Refining Association didn't know that she was a personal disciple of the Words Grandmaster. Only she herself knew that the Grandmaster did not acknowledge her.

However, this did not stop her from continuing with her status as a Master Wordmaster in the Alchemy Association. One of her hobbies right now was to watch President An Jiang cut off his flesh.

"Little Jun, are you leaving now?" President An Jiang heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the burden on Jun Qianyan. Good heavens, this Jun Qianyin had dug up countless strange flowers and herbs during his Alchemy Forging Conference. Each and every one of them was filled with blood and sweat, and each and every one of them was a precious treasure.

"Does President An intend to keep me here for two more days?" Jun Qiyan asked.

When An Jiang heard this, his complexion immediately changed, "Jun'er, you're right, I want to keep you here for two more days, but your grandfather has just recovered from a severe illness, and your brother is not fully recovered yet. As the daughter of the Jun Family, I know that you want to return home, but I don't want to keep you here any longer." An Jiang had spoken his first words in a beautiful and melodious manner.

Lu Fei, who was standing behind An Jiang, heard their conversation and winked at Pei Shu before laughing.

This stingy guild leader.

When Jun Qiyan came, she came alone, and when she left, Di Mo Jiu was by her side.

When he returned to the Eastern Tomb Kingdom, Jun Qianyan immediately went back to the Jun residence to visit Jun Xuanfeng and Jun Mo Chen.

The Jun residence had been renovated and renovated, and the original bloodstained lintel had been replaced, but even so, when Jun Qiyan stepped into the mansion, she was still grieving for the members of the Jun Family who had died miserably.

She didn't want her grandfather to see her preoccupied state of mind. She pushed the door open and entered, only to see that Jun Xuanfeng's spirit had improved a lot. Jun Yunrue heaved a sigh of relief as she asked, "Grandpa, how is Brother?"

Jun Xuanfeng sighed as he heard Jun Qianyan talk about Jun Mo Chen, "This matter is the biggest blow to him."

The grandfather-grandson pair in the room didn't know what to say, and Jun Qianyan hated the Sword Spirit Sect to the bones. How could her brother, who was the pride of the heavens, be humiliated by them for nothing!

After seeing Jun Xuanfeng, Jun Qiyan went to Jun Mo Chen's room.

She watched as her brother sat quietly on his wheelchair, unable to do anything. Suddenly, Jun Mo Chen moved, and tried to pick up a teacup; his fingers were trembling as he touched the teacup, and before he could pick it up, he lost his strength and spilled water all over the table.

The expression on Jun Mo Chen's face looked as though he was used to it, but also as if he was grieving at the same time. After a long while, he wiped the tea on the table clean, and pretended that nothing had happened.

This scene caused Jun Qiyan's eyes to turn red as she watched from the shadows.

However, she didn't dare to appear in front of Jun Mo Chen again, and quietly left his room.

When Jun Qiyan arrived at the garden, not only did she have to seek revenge from the Sword Spirit Sect, she also had to heal Jun Mo Chen's injuries!

Thinking of this, she started to write down the names of the herbs again and again. Her meridians were all broken, her dantian was damaged, and she had lost all of her spiritual energy.

First, he had to repair his Dantian before he could circulate his spirit energy.

What is the recipe for repairing the Dantian?

Jun Qiyan tried very hard to recall the memories in his mind. There was a thousand-year-old Blood Bone Ginseng, Nine Revolutions Primordial Grass, Dragon Sesame Thread, Black Scaled Gallbladder, and Roots …

Looking at the list he made, Jun Qianyan was a bit discouraged. Each of these herbs was a rare treasure in the Eastern Tomb Kingdom. Some of them even appeared in ancient books. What should he do with the high grade Bone Ablutionary Dan Beads …

Just as Jun Qiyan was thinking about how to deal with the herbs, Di Mo Jiu appeared in front of her and handed her a jade box.

"What is this?" Jun Qiyan looked at the jade box that Di Mo Jiu had placed in front of her. The box was carved with exquisite runes and was about the size of a palm.

"Open it and take a look."

She reached out to lift the lid of the box. Inside was an extremely beautiful flower. Surprisingly, it was the whisk root that she had listed in one of the recipes.

Jun Qiyan abruptly raised his head to look at Di Mo Jiu, but he was caught unawares by Di Mo Jiu's deep eyes. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

"This has a miraculous effect on repairing meridians."

"Thank you."

"No need to be so polite." Di Mo Jiu didn't like Jun Qiyan's courtesy. He saw the prescription placed on the stone table, took a look at it, and saw that the root was on it. He continued to read, pausing in the line of Black Scale Bile, "The Sword Spirit Sect has Black Scale Bile."

"What?!" Upon hearing Di Mo Jiu's words, Jun Qianyan was first stunned, then her eyes lit up, "That's great! I was going to get even with them! "

"Black scale gall is the secret treasure of the sword sect. It's probably not that easy to find."

"How can they defend themselves? The Sword Spirit Sect should not have existed for a long time!" Jun Qiyan's words were full of disgust now that the Sword Spirit Sect had been mentioned.

"If you want to do something, then do it boldly. I won't stop you; it's just a little bit," Di Mo Jiu said slowly as he looked at Jun Qiyan. "Don't let yourself get hurt."

When these words entered Jun Qiyan's ears, she felt as if a small stone had fallen into a lake, causing ripples in her heart. She did not disperse even after a long time.

Don't let yourself get hurt.

Was this what Di Mo Jiu had said …