Evil God, Love Me Tender

An Jiang understood the many worries in Jun Qiyan's heart. After all, the Jun Family had been exterminated, leaving only Jun Xuanfeng and Jun Mo Chen as his family members. She had to stay by their side until they recovered.

However, Jun Mofeng was still able to recover. Jun Mo Chen guessed that his foundation wasn't very good. Thinking about this, he came up with a solution.

"If you can win the competition, you can become my direct disciple. You can choose any of the treasures in my treasury. No matter how precious the herbs or the Soul Treasure are, I will be able to find them for you."

Having said that, An Jiang paused for a moment, glancing at Jun Qiyan who was obviously showing interest, before continuing.

"Of course, you have to first win the competition and become my direct disciple."

Just as Jun Qianyan was worrying about where she could find a natural treasure to raise her Master or Senior Brother, she looked at the invitation on the table, and finally picked it up and read it carefully.

It read: Miss Jun Qiyan, I sincerely invite you to participate in this Pill Refining Conference.

This line of text also included An Jiang's name. Jun Qiyan thought for a moment and realized that she actually hadn't lost anything by becoming the direct disciple of the president of the Pill Refining Association. On the contrary, she would gain many benefits from this.

Thinking up to this point, Jun Qiyan's gaze met with the smiling and amiable Elder An Jiang. She understood that this old man had made up his mind on her, but she didn't hate him.

Jun Xuanfeng had only been listening and not speaking a word. This was his chance to be tainted with blood, and there was no reason for him to interrupt it. Furthermore, the Pill Refining Conference was one of the top guilds, and not only was this old man An Jiang an alchemist, his strength was also not to be underestimated.

When An Jiang saw the expression on Jun Qianyan's face, he knew that this girl had agreed to participate. He couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. Actually, he had already heard quite a few rumors about her during his travels in the Eastern Kingdom.

Furthermore, the reason why he wanted to take her as a disciple was to save her grandfather. There was also the incident of him destroying the Sword Spirit Sect by himself. At that time, he was wondering how he could have such an impudent and reckless girl.

An Jiang looked at Jun Qianyan as if he were looking at a future disciple, and Jun Xuanfeng coughed at the right moment, immediately drawing Jun Qianyan's attention to him.

An Jiang was in a good mood today, so when faced with Jun Xuanfeng's' childish 'performance, he didn't care at all. This was because he had already been thinking about what treasures in his mansion's treasury could be provided to his future disciple.

Since Jun Xuanfeng had not recovered yet, Jun Qiyan and An Jiang only spoke a few words before leaving. The two then walked back along the road which led to the Pill Refining Conference.

"Do you really believe that I will win?"

To tell the truth, Jun Qiyan was somewhat suspicious. He had never personally seen her concocting pills, so he really wasn't afraid of her being a vase that only knew how to move one's lips.

When An Jiang heard this, he stopped and carefully sized her up. Following that, Jun Feiyan also stopped to size him up.

In the eyes of Jun Qiyan, this old man was as nimble as a hook. His hair and beard were completely white, but he didn't have the temperament of an old deity. He was more like an old man who doted on his juniors and always worried about them.

"I'm not sure that you'll win, because only you can decide if you want to win or not, can't you?"

An Jiang's eyes seemed to be able to see through Jun Qiyan's thoughts. However, there was nothing that she couldn't see through. So when An Jiang looked over, Jun Qiyan looked back at him openly.

The two of them stared at each other without admitting defeat, and in the end, they couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After returning to her room, Jun Qiyan closed the door and sat down by the table. She took out the invitation card from her bosom, and suddenly felt a gust of air flowing through the Nuwa Stone.

Jun Qiyan looked very well-behaved, while Qingzhuang, who sat beside him, didn't know what to say.

She didn't say anything, nor did Qinghua. She only blinked her eyes as she looked at Jun Qianyan. At this time, the ball opened its mouth and spoke. It flew around Jun Qianyan, sensed that there was someone outside, and purposely lowered its voice.

"Master, the mirror above my nest is so bright that I can't sleep." the ball complained.

Listening to the ball talking about the mirror, Jun Qianyan didn't know how to react for a while. It was only after some time that he remembered that the mirror was the one Di Mo Jiu had given him.

Jun Qiyan curled a finger to play with the ball's round body, then turned his attention to the light. Qinghua had the appearance of a little girl, and her personality was also very quiet.

"What happened? Did you miss your mother?" Jun Qiyan rubbed the top of her head as she spoke in a very gentle tone. She had always been the gentlest towards Qinghua.

Hearing the two words' mother ', Cai Cai tugged at Jun Qianyan's sleeve, jumped into her embrace, and rubbed against it a few times.

"Grandpa and big brother should be fine, right?"

The girl's voice was very soft and gentle. Jun Qiyan looked at her comforting pat. She had forgotten that they could all see outside from within the Nuwa Stone, and thus they all knew what had happened recently.

These days, she had been acting alone. It was as if Qinghua's words had slapped her on the head, reminding her that she actually had a 'friend'.

Qinghua was worried about her, so she came out to comfort herself. Jun Qiyan ran her fingers through her hair, then patted her back, and slept with a murderer in the manner of a child.

The ball had always been resting on Jun Qiyan's shoulder. Seeing that the little girl it was looking after had gone to sleep, it flew over to her. The light flashed and disappeared without a trace.

After returning from his study, Di Yeming, who was hiding from An Jiang, was informed that everyone had already left. Before leaving, President An Jiang even went to visit Jun Xuanfeng.

After hearing that An Jiang and Jun Qianyin had stayed in Jun Xuanfeng's room for a long time, Di Yeming's expression darkened. After a long while, he put down his smile.

"The Pill Refining Conference huh? Interesting …"

It seemed like Jun Xuanfeng's body would be fully recovered by now. He wondered what would happen to Jun Mo Chen, whose cultivation base had been wasted.

However, according to his knowledge, as a member of the Jun Family, Jun Mo Chen should not be afraid of such things. Jun Mo Chen only needed some time; after all, he was the pride of the East Tomb Kingdom and was envied by the entire world.

At this moment, the sky was gradually darkening. The afterglow of the setting sun was struggling to come out from the other side of the mountain, spreading out into beams of light.