Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 1

Qingyun Province.

Sect Assembly.

Feng Wuran’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 Wuran 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 Wuran.

In the original plot, eleven-year-old Feng Wuran 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 Wuran into the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Yet, instead of gratitude, Feng Wuran 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 Wuran’s cultivation and expelled her from the sect.

The moment Feng Wuran 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 Wuran 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 Wuran didn’t respond.

Feng Wuran 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 Wuran ignored her, but after spotting the jade bracelet on Feng Wuran’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 Wuran 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 Wuran 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 Wuran’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 Wuran snapped, finally wrenching her sleeve free.

Stay alive—stay far away from the female lead!

Remembering the original Feng Wuran’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 Wuran 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 Wuran’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 Wuran would surely jump at the offer.

And she had to get the bracelet before the elders arrived. If Feng Wuran left with it, she might never get another chance.

“Get lost!” Rage surged through Feng Wuran. 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 Wuran’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 Wuran into the sect, then used guilt to demand the bracelet. When Feng Wuran refused, Su Yanran drugged her, swapped the bracelet with a fake, and bound the real one to herself.

Feng Wuran had died without ever learning the truth.

The memory made Feng Wuran’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.”