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Jun Qiran appeared among the Nuwa Stone in a flash. At this time, it could be said that the Nuwa Stone were extremely lively.

"Flower, you're so pretty. Flower, why don't you look at me? Flower!"

The Qiuqiu at the side pulled at the ancient blood lotus, and continuously cried out with flowers. The ancient blood lotus's cold little face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, and that extremely angry yet helpless look made Jun Qiran unable to help but curl the corner of his lips.

Qing Cai, who was at the side, cowered in the Hachimata's embrace. Soul Devouring Inflammation who had just come in, was currently gnawing on a small pile of Black Demon Crystals.

Jun Qiran couldn't help but pull at the corner of her mouth, even hearing that "gabeng gabeng" sound, she felt pain in her teeth for him.

Di Mojiu was still pale and the Black Demon Crystal above him was quickly transferring Spiritual Strength to Jun Mochen.

"How is Ninth Master?" Jun Qiran's voice unconsciously choked up.

"Daddy will wake up soon. Three to five days should be enough." Qiuqiu said as he hopped to the side.

Hearing the promise of the Qiuqiu, Jun Qiran's expression became slightly better.

Jun Qiran did not dare to stay in the Nuwa Stone for any longer, and in the time it took for an incense stick to burn, he left the Nuwa Stone.

Seeing Jun Qiran's figure that was slowly returning, Jun Mochen heaved a sigh of relief.

"Where did you go?!" Jun Mochen pulled Jun Qiran to the side and said with a low voice.

"Just now, Ning Xuanyan and some of the disciples from Sword Spirit Sect had discovered that Jun Wange had almost been killed by someone."

Jun Mochen slowly said as he looked at Jun Qiran. After hesitating for a moment, he carefully asked: "Girl, this matter, it has nothing to do with you, right?"

Jun Qiran was silent for a moment, then sighed and recounted what happened just now.

Jun Mochen was flabbergasted when he heard this. "You, you said that year is in the shape of a Soul Devouring Inflammation?" Jun Mochen asked with a face full of shock.

Originally, he only knew that Soul Devouring Inflammation had spiritual awareness, but he never thought that they could actually take human form. Even after touring the world for so many years, he had never encountered such strange happenings.

Jun Qiran stretched out his hand and a ball of black flames burned in the center of her palm.

Seeing that, Jun Mochen could only sigh at Jun Qiran's luck.

"Since we've found the Heavenly Flame, let's hurry up and go back. Grandfather sent a letter saying that Third Prince has been conferred the title of Crown Prince ?"

When Jun Mochen mentioned the two words "Third Prince," he clearly paused for a moment. He knew that his sister had always been attached to the Third Prince.

But when he saw that his sister's face did not have any expression, Jun Mochen's heart slightly calmed down.

Jun Qiran and the rest left Forest of Wailing on the same day, ready to return to the capital.

"The Tanas College's Qualifying Competition will be held in a few days. What do you guys think?"

Feng Chenlang leaned his head against the back of the chair and looked at Jun Qiran and Jun Mochen.

Tanas College was one of the most famous academies in the entire Dongxuan Continent.

Jun Mochen raised his eyes, he was not really interested, the amount of people able to teach him was very few in Tanas College, his many years of experience outside, could be said to be even richer than some teachers.

"What? You want to participate?" Jun Qiran raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Chenlang.

Feng Chenlang who had his mind stabbed laughed.

"Tanas College, it's good for you." The deep voice of the Hachimata slowly resounded within his consciousness.

"As far as I know, there's another Ancient Vicious Beasts locked up in Tanas College."

Jun Qiran's brows slightly rose as he asked: "Ancient Vicious Beasts?"

"Because it should be one of the nine Taotie." Legend has it that one of the Nine Dragons was the Ancient Vicious Beasts and one of the twelve demon generals under the devil god.

"Muji?" Seeing Jun Qiran not making a sound, he called out to him in a low voice.

"Ah, Tanas College? I was just about to register." Jun Qiran lifted the hair at the side and laughed.

"Then it's a deal, after seven days, Tanas College will not leave."

Afterwards, Jun Qiran's thoughts drifted off.

Just as he arrived at Jun Mansion, Jun Qiran saw over a hundred people waiting at the door. The old man in front was none other than Jun Xuanfeng.

"Grandpa ?" Jun Qiran looked at Jun Xuanfeng and the others from the Jun Family, a trace of awkwardness flashing across his face.

"Aiyo, grandpa is so kind. You finally came back, why have you lost so much weight?" Jun Xuanfeng looked at Jun Qiran's figure and hurriedly went forward to welcome him.

"Stinking brat, get over here right now!"

Jun Xuanfeng looked at Jun Qiran's skinny figure, his heart aching so much that he could not free himself, and turned to look at Jun Mochen who had just alighted from the carriage.

Jun Mochen scratched his head with an innocent look.

"Tsk, you're still alive." A sharp and harsh voice sounded at the wrong time.

Jun Qiran looked at Jun Yanran, Shen Shuyi and the others indifferently, without much emotion on his face.

With the title of Crown Prince on his shoulders, the value of Jun Yanran's body rose greatly as well, and she became the princess' consort.

"Shut up!" Jun Xuanfeng knocked on his walking stick heavily, a sullen look appearing on his face.

Seeing that, Shen Shuyi immediately spoke out: "Father, Yanran is also worried about dying."

When Jun Qiran heard her explanation, she laughed in disdain. Jun Yanran cared about her? It would be great if he didn't curse her to go to hell earlier.

Jun Xuanfeng's expression became slightly better, but he still opened his mouth and said with a bit of displeasure:

"You are the princess consort now. Your words and actions represent the crown prince's dignity."

Seeing that more and more people were coming over, Jun Xuanfeng said softly: "Alright, you all can go back now."

Jun Qiran wanted to return to his own courtyard, but Jun Yanran blocked his way first.

"I will be the princess consort in three months. I will be the queen in the future, and you will always be a piece of trash!" Jun Yanran looked at Jun Qiran complacently. If she had a tail, she might even be able to lift it up to the sky.

"So?" Jun Qiran laughed as she looked at the person in front of her. Right now, it could be said that she could crush Jun Yanran to death with a finger.

"You!" Jun Yanran was so angry by Jun Qiran's disdainful attitude that she had almost died. Ever since Di Yeming was bestowed the title of Crown Prince, no one dared to give her such an angry look.