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Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore Chapter 112

Zhulong had a human face and a serpent’s body, its entire form a brilliant crimson, radiating immense dignity. However, the strange object perched on its bridge of its nose slightly undermined its awe-inspiring presence.

“Little girl, all I have are the inner cores of magical beasts and demonic beasts. Not sure if you’ll like these things? If you don’t, just take them out and throw them away later.” Zhulong lowered its voice, as if afraid of startling Feng Qingran.

Ever since Feng Qingran had crafted it that thing called “eyeglasses,” Zhulong had worn them and no longer worried about the issues of day and night.

Feng Qingran looked down at the countless beast cores littering the ground. “…”

Any single one of these taken outside would cause a frenzy of grabbing and snatching among the masses, yet Elder Zhulong seemed to regard them with disdain?

“Thank you, Elder Zhulong. I like them very much. When I have time, I’ll make you the latest style of glasses!” Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes were bright, her voice sincere.

“My turn! My turn!” Bi Fang called out anxiously, unable to push Zhulong aside.

The other fierce beasts watched them presenting their gifts, feeling somewhat bewildered!

Yinglong and the others had given gifts. Should they give something too?

As the other beasts were debating whether to offer presents, they sensed another familiar aura.

They looked up to see a man of clear and bright demeanor appearing in their line of sight.

The man was dressed in white robes, his posture tall and straight, his hair flowing with the wind, his aura ethereal and unrestrained.

The hearts of the beasts trembled. Better to give something!

By now, Feng Qingran had received so many gifts she was almost out of space to store them. Fortunately, the storage ring given by Elder Yinglong was large enough.

“Feels like it’s still a bit lacking…” Zhulong’s dignified eyes swept over the other beasts.

Feng Qingran’s delicate brows, curved like inked strokes, furrowed slightly. “Elders, that’s enough. Any more and I won’t make the teleportation array’s time limit.”

Upon hearing this, the other beasts simply hurled their gifts towards Feng Qingran.

In an instant, Feng Qingran was nearly buried under the pile of presents.

Feng Qingran: !!!

Could you give me a moment to react?!

Are you giving gifts?!

Or trying to bludgeon me to death?

While Feng Qingran was stunned, Qi’s gentle voice came. “Miss Feng, these are tokens of everyone’s regard. Please accept them.”

“Qi, maintaining the rules of the Ten Directions Domain will be up to you.” Feng Qingran clasped her hands in thanks.

Although Seventh Senior Brother had said the time of entering and leaving the Ten Directions Domain was the same moment.

Once she left and tried to re-enter later, who knew how much time would have passed?

No one noticed one beast stealthily stuffing something into the pile of gifts.

With a wave of her hand, Feng Qingran collected all the gifts on the ground into her space.

After bidding farewell to the beasts, she stepped onto the teleportation array.

The moment the array lit up, Feng Qingran heard a burst of cheers and whoops of joy.

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Feng Qingran opened her eyes again, finding herself by a river.

Not far away stood a young man in dark robes.

The youth’s posture was as elegant as jade, his features peerlessly beautiful, his entire being exuding an indescribable noble aura.

“You’re out, Little Junior Sister.” Mo Jinghong’s starry eyes were deep as ink, unfathomably profound, as if concealing an entire world within.

Feng Qingran suddenly felt as if a lifetime had passed.

She knew that in Mo Jinghong’s eyes, she had been gone for less than a quarter of an hour, yet she felt as if they had been separated for hundreds of years.

While inside, she hadn’t felt it much.

But now, seeing Mo Jinghong again, she realized she had missed him terribly.

“Seventh Senior Brother, it’s been a long time.” Feng Qingran’s almond eyes sparkled, dimples appearing on her cheeks.

“Let’s return to the sect.” Mo Jinghong said solemnly.

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Lingyun Sect, Mo Zhu Peak.

Feng Qingran drank several cups of tea in succession before finally collecting herself. “Seventh Senior Brother, it’s just so comfortable here. If possible, I never want to go back in there again.”

“Little Junior Sister gained quite a lot inside. I saw everything.” A smile touched Mo Jinghong’s eyes, akin to a stunning glimpse of wonder in the mortal world.

“Good thing you gave me all those things, Seventh Senior Brother, or I probably wouldn’t have lasted so long.” Feng Qingran’s eyes and brows were smiling, but her words were spoken through gritted teeth.

Mo Jinghong raised his hand to pour Feng Qingran another cup of tea. “No need to thank me. This is simply what a senior brother should do. After all, Little Junior Sister also prepared quite a few cultivation manuals for your senior brothers and sisters at Lingyun Sect.”

Mo Jinghong’s words reminded Feng Qingran of the time she had tossed out stacks of books for her senior brothers and sisters to memorize.

Feng Qingran awkwardly rubbed her nose, deciding to change the subject. “Oh, and another thing, Seventh Senior Brother, my space…”

She stopped mid-sentence as Yuan Bao’s voice sounded in her mind. “Master, I was the one who sealed the space. There was a fierce beast inside that could see through the void space.”

“You… couldn’t have told me first?” Feng Qingran was truly speechless.

“Little Junior Sister, what’s wrong?” Mo Jinghong asked, seeing Feng Qingran zoning out.

Feng Qingran waved a hand. “It’s nothing. Seventh Senior Brother, please have more tea.”

At that moment—

The communication talisman lit up.

Feng Qingran took it out and saw two messages.

One was from the manager of Qinghe Tower. The other was from Mu Qianjue.

She decided to deal with the Qinghe Tower matter after returning to the Tenth Peak.

Mu Qianjue: 【Little Junior Sister, got some bad news for you. The Sect Competition has been canceled, postponed for six years.】

Six years?

Wasn’t that the time for the Spirit Duel Tournament?

Feng Qingran felt a touch of surprise. In the original storyline, the Sect Competition had never been delayed or its time changed…

Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore

Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore

小師妹,我們真的卷不動了
Score 5.8
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: Chinese
The Lingyun Sect welcomed an adorable new junior sister, and everyone was thrilled. 'Spoil her! We must spoil her! Spoil her rotten!' So they showered her with spirit fruits, storage rings, elixirs, defensive artifacts… as if these treasures cost nothing. But when they saw the gifts she gave in return, they were stunned—this junior sister’s family background was ridiculously wealthy! Their joy didn’t last long, though. Soon, they realized their little junior sister was either cultivating herself or pushing them to cultivate. And then it got worse—the moment they opened their eyes, she’d be there grinning at them…

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