Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 1
Qingyun Province.
Sect Assembly.
Feng Qingran’s head throbbed from the incessant chattering around her. Who would’ve thought that these future legends of the cultivation world could be such chatterboxes as kids?
Suddenly—
She felt a tug on her sleeve. Looking down, she saw a little girl gazing up at her with soft, pleading eyes. “Sister, do you want to join the Heavenly Sword Sect?”
Huh?
For a moment, Feng Qingran was stunned before realizing—this must be the female lead, Su Yanran.
Three days ago, she had woken up to find herself transmigrated into a novel, reborn as the story’s villainess: Feng Qingran.
In the original plot, eleven-year-old Feng Qingran had participated in the sect entrance exams but was eliminated due to her mediocre talent. The kind-hearted Su Yanran, who had placed first, used her privilege to bring Feng Qingran into the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Yet, instead of gratitude, Feng Qingran grew jealous of the female lead, pretending to be her devoted sister while secretly scheming against her. She even poisoned Su Yanran multiple times, nearly killing her.
When her crimes were exposed, she showed no remorse, instead colluding with demonic cultivators to harm her fellow disciples. Finally, Su Yanran had enough—she crippled Feng Qingran’s cultivation and expelled her from the sect.
The moment Feng Qingran was cast out, she was captured by Su Yanran’s admirers, thrown into a dungeon, and subjected to inhuman torture. Eventually, they severed her limbs, gouged out her spiritual roots, and tossed her corpse into the mountains to be devoured by beasts.
Her fate was gruesome beyond words.
So, the first thing Feng Qingran did after transmigrating was to avoid the female lead during the sect exams.
But who would’ve thought—she didn’t seek out Su Yanran, yet Su Yanran came looking for her?
Was this girl part bloodhound? How else could her nose be so sharp?
“Sister, don’t hesitate. I placed first in the exams, so I can bring one extra person into the sect. Will you come with me?” Su Yanran asked again when Feng Qingran didn’t respond.
Feng Qingran rolled her eyes. Hesitation? There was no hesitation—she had zero intention of joining the Heavenly Sword Sect.
As the villainess, sticking close to the female lead was just asking to be the story’s biggest fool!
She was infinitely grateful she’d transmigrated before the plot began, giving her the freedom to choose her own path.
Su Yanran’s smile faltered when Feng Qingran ignored her, but after spotting the jade bracelet on Feng Qingran’s wrist, she quickly brightened again. “Sister, why won’t you answer me?”
“I’m Feng, you’re Su, and I’m actually a month younger than you,” Feng Qingran said flatly, trying to yank her sleeve back—only for Su Yanran to grip it tighter.
Su Yanran blinked innocently. “Sister… do you hate me?”
Ugh—
Feng Qingran nearly gagged. Seriously, can’t you go bother someone else?!
She thought her cold attitude would make Su Yanran back off, but the girl was stubbornly determined to drag her into the Heavenly Sword Sect.
Hearing Feng Qingran’s disgusted sound, Su Yanran’s expression darkened momentarily before she masked it with another sweet smile. How dare this trash humiliate me? Once I get that bracelet, I’ll have the Su family dispose of her.
“Give it up. I’m not going with you,” Feng Qingran snapped, finally wrenching her sleeve free.
Stay alive—stay far away from the female lead!
Remembering the original Feng Qingran’s brutal fate sent a chill down her spine.
Su Yanran could achieve enlightenment however she wanted—but not by stepping on the innocent.
Even when reading the novel, Feng Qingran had despised the female lead’s twisted morality. Why had she even stayed up all night finishing such a brain-dead story?
And now, as karma would have it, she’d woken up as the novel’s most tragic side character.
Feng Qingran’s gaze turned icy. She would never become a stepping stone for Su Yanran’s rise to power. Her life belonged to her—no one else had the right to control it.
“Then, Sister… could you at least sell me that jade bracelet? I really like it. I’ll give you a hundred low-grade spirit stones—how about it?” Su Yanran switched tactics, her tone sugary.
A poor wretch like Feng Qingran would surely jump at the offer.
And she had to get the bracelet before the elders arrived. If Feng Qingran left with it, she might never get another chance.
“Get lost!” Rage surged through Feng Qingran. This girl is utterly shameless!
How could someone like this be the female lead?
How could she be the Child of Destiny?!
The novel had mentioned that Feng Qingran’s bracelet was the only keepsake left by her mother. She had treasured it dearly, never taking it off—completely unaware that it was a Void Space artifact containing countless rare treasures.
But Su Yanran had recognized its value at a glance. She deliberately brought Feng Qingran into the sect, then used guilt to demand the bracelet. When Feng Qingran refused, Su Yanran drugged her, swapped the bracelet with a fake, and bound the real one to herself.
Feng Qingran had died without ever learning the truth.
The memory made Feng Qingran’s entire aura turn frigid. She glared at Su Yanran and hissed, “You asked earlier if I hated you. Here’s your answer.”
“I despise you. The sight of your fake innocence makes me sick. Stay away from me, Su Yanran—or I might just kill you where you stand.”