【Imperial Palace】

"You are all here, then Zheng made a long story short, I called you here today for the triennial introductory ceremony of the Lechuan Sect, and now there are fewer and fewer talents in the Spirit Domain, and the Lethe Chuan Sect is the first major sect in the Spirit Domain, if you enter it by your own ability, maybe you will have a chance to enter the Heavenly Domain!"

Sitting on the dragon chair was the current saint of the Spirit Realm, and a dim light flashed in Jiang Cheng's eyes.

"There are really a lot of people here today, even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the legend of the Spirit Realm, Jun Yiran is also here." A young man in white shook his fan and laughed.

After that, he shifted his gaze to Jiang Cheng's body, "Oh? Could it be that this is the little lord Jiang of the Marquis's Mansion? Disrespectful and disrespectful, as rumored, is suave! Below is the little prince of Yu Wangfu, Yu Jinrong. The man in white hugged Jiang Cheng with his fist.

"Yu Xiaowang is polite." Jiang Cheng replied

"Humph! What qualifications does such a waste have to participate in the ceremony of the Lethe Sect, let's wash and sleep at home, but don't go out and lose the face of our spiritual domain. The one who spoke was a man dressed in a golden python purple robe, with silver moire steps on his feet, a jade crown on his head, and a peacock alive.

'Woo-' A pure red flame roared away.

"Ahh It's hot, it's hot! The peacock was so anxious that he jumped to his feet, and in the end he could only use water to extinguish the fire, and he became a soup chicken.

"Keep your mouth clean, otherwise, it will be more than the corners of your clothes that will be burned next time." Jun Yiran said coldly

Everyone watched this scene in horror, and for some reason, His Royal Highness the Prince, who has always been indifferent, suddenly stepped in to help a waste! Jiang Cheng blinked his eyes widely, I don't know when he had a relationship with this prince, and today he would actually stand up for himself.

Jun Yiran looked at Jiang Cheng with a confused face, lowered his head, and no one saw a touch of sadness flashing in his eyes, 'Jiang Cheng, have you really forgotten what happened back then?' ’

Yu Jinrong poked Jiang Cheng who was standing beside him, "The one who was dressed like a peacock just now is the youngest son of the current prime minister, Murong Hua, the prime minister has been very valued by the emperor recently, you have always ignored these things, you probably don't know, he has been jealous of you earlier, and since you couldn't cultivate, he has been preaching that you are a waste everywhere." ”

"But don't be afraid, I'll cover you when you get to the Lechuan Sect! Make sure he doesn't dare to do anything to you! ”

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but laugh when he heard Yu Jinrong's description, looking at Yu Jinrong's deep eyes full of concern, he had to hug his fists and say, "Thank you very much." ”

A faint light flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he glanced at the old eunuch, "I have invited the national teacher Mo Yichen to advise——"