They had heard Feng Yunqi tell some stories about Jun Mohuang's life experience before, and Jun Jianren's story happened on the way to Tianxing City, so no one doubted what Di Lingtian said.
Even Jun Mohuang himself thought that he vomited blood and fainted this time because his body was severely injured.
Zishuilan sat in the corner, just watching Jun Mohuang silently, and wanted to step forward several times, but finally held back.
When Yun Lan saw this, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she smiled without saying a word.
Everyone in Qianhuan Academy finally let go of their worries when they heard Jun Mohuang personally say that everything was fine.
But soon they remembered the life-and-death battle with Lingxiao Sect fifteen days later, and deep worries emerged in their hearts.
They also knew that there was a huge gap in strength between them and the disciples of the Lingxiao Sect. It didn't matter that they were killed or injured by the Lingxiao Sect, but Jun Mohuang was facing Pei Ze, who was in the early ninth level of the Spirit-casting Realm.
The Great Elder has said before that there is a huge difference between the ninth level of the Soul Casting Realm and the eighth level of the Soul Casting Realm.
No matter what kind of skills and adventures she practiced, she could never defeat Pei Ze.
And when engaging in a life-and-death battle, the fighting platform will be isolated by a thick barrier.
Even if Di Lingtian is powerful and wants to help Jun Mohuang win, when the situation becomes critical, he will not be able to break the barrier and intervene to help.
"Don't worry, seniors and seniors. I have already thought of a way. You can just follow your usual schedule these days and just wait for my good news. Twelve days later, it will not be the Lingxiao Sect that will kill us, but we will kill the Lingxiao Sect."
Jun Mohuang saw their expressions and knew what they were worried about.
"Boss, can you first reveal what the solution is?"
Feng Yunqi's curiosity was immediately aroused by Jun Mohuang. Since she said so, she can definitely do it.
"This is a secret. You will know it in a few days."
Jun Mohuang waved his hand, and after saying this, he returned to his room and began to stay shut.
The students of Qianhuan Academy were extremely curious. While practicing according to the original rhythm, they began to secretly look forward to what good solution she would come up with.
Jun Mohuang locked herself in the room for another three days. On the night of the third day, she closed the junior alchemist's secret book in her hand, stretched out, picked up a pen and paper and wrote Zhang Danfang.
Di Lingtian saw that she had been concentrating on her for the past three days and did not disturb her for even a second.
Seeing that she had obtained the results of her research, he came over, sat down next to her, and held her in his arms.
"So you are going to use this method." Di Lingtian picked up the prescription she wrote and smiled slightly, with admiration flashing in his bloody eyes.
Jun Mohuang nodded: "Yes, but Ling Tian, this requires your help."
"You can help me if you want, Huang'er, here's your thank you gift."
Di Lingtian's eyes were deep and he hooked her chin.
"Cheapskate."
The thank you gift he wanted was, of course, a kiss from Jun Mohuang.
This man really didn't miss any chance. Jun Mohuang couldn't do anything to him, so he stretched out his arms and put his arms around his neck, and pressed her plump and alluring red lips against him.
After a long time, Di Lingcai let her go. He gently held her slightly swollen lips, his voice was low and seductive, and he said against her white earlobe: "Remember, after this time, there will be forty-eight more times."
"Asshole, you... you took advantage of the situation!"
Jun Mohuang wiped his lips, feeling angry in his heart.
As smart as she is, she can instantly understand the meaning of forty-eight more times.
Apart from her, there are forty-nine students in Thousand Fantasy Academy, so there are forty-nine times in total.
(End of chapter)