Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 10

“Ahahaha… Fourth Senior Brother, you actually paraded around in the buff in public!” A voice called out, growing louder as it approached.

A man in white robes descended atop a spirit crane, landing gracefully on Qianjue Peak.

Hearing the remark, Mu Qianjue—still engulfed in flames—couldn’t care less about his state and immediately darted into a nearby cave.

Liu Canglan’s ink-dark eyes glimmered with amusement as he turned toward the newcomer, his voice warm and mellow. “Wenyue, you’ve left seclusion?”

“Yes, Eldest Senior Brother. I heard we have a Ninth Junior Sister now—you must take me to meet her later.” Baili Wenyue landed with effortless grace, his tall, elegant figure exuding pride and unrestrained charm in every movement.

“No need. Our Junior Sister is already here.”

As Liu Canglan spoke, the group followed his gaze and saw a youth dressed in black robes, ethereal as an immortal descending from the heavens, gliding toward them on a sword. Behind him was a young girl riding a spirit crane.

The girl was astonishingly beautiful—her delicate features exquisitely carved, her skin like flawless jade. Even at such a tender age, her beauty was already breathtaking enough to topple cities.

“Is that our Junior Sister behind Seventh Junior Brother?” Ning Shiyue’s bright eyes sparkled like spring blossoms.

Liu Canglan nodded. “You’re sharp, Little Fifth. That’s indeed our Junior Sister, Feng Wanzhe.”

Hearing this, Baili Wenyue immediately began rummaging through his belongings.

In the blink of an eye, a small mountain of treasures piled up before the group.

Baili Wenyue rubbed his chin, muttering to himself, “I wonder if Junior Sister will think these gifts are too meager…”

Ning Shiyue: “…”

Was Sixth Junior Brother serious right now?

Compared to this, the gifts she had prepared seemed downright shabby!

Regret washed over her. She shouldn’t have come to join the excitement—she should’ve gone into seclusion or even better, gone on a training journey with Third Senior Sister. At least then she could’ve gathered more presents.

She turned to Dugu Jianyi, who had remained silent the entire time. “Second Senior Brother, what did you prepare for Junior Sister?”

Dugu Jianyi’s sword-like brows furrowed slightly. He hadn’t prepared anything.

He hadn’t even known that meeting a Junior Sister required gifts—back when he’d met Third and Fifth Junior Sisters, he hadn’t given them anything.

If he had to make up for it now… He glanced at the meager contents of his spatial ring—a handful of low-grade spirit stones and a few tattered robes—and fell into deep thought. He truly had nothing to offer!

The only thing remotely valuable was an ancient sword manual.

“Fifth Junior Sister… how about I teach you a sword technique instead?” Dugu Jianyi said solemnly.

“…Huh?” Ning Shiyue stared blankly. Was Second Senior Brother just looking for an excuse to beat her up?

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By the time Feng Wanzhe and Mo Jinghong landed, they were greeted by a dazzling display: piles of top-grade spirit stones, over a dozen high-grade magical artifacts, dozens of elixir bottles, and a mysterious black egg half the height of a person.

Baili Wenyue squeezed between the two, his charming phoenix eyes alight with delight as he beamed at Feng Wanzhe. “Junior Sister, these are all gifts for you! If there’s anything else you want, just say the word!”

“This is your Sixth Senior Brother, Baili Wenyue,” Mo Jinghong’s smooth voice interjected.

“Greetings, Sixth Senior Brother. But these gifts are far too generous.” Feng Wanzhe bowed courteously, her mind flashing to Baili Wenyue’s tragic fate in the original storyline.

A descendant of the ancient nine-tailed fox bloodline, the future ruler of the demon race—yet he had died under Su Yanran’s sword, his core ripped out, his soul fragmented, and one of his spirits erased and turned into a tool’s sentience.

“As long as you like them, Junior Sister,” Baili Wenyue replied breezily.

Feng Wanzhe eyed the mountain of gifts, wondering how to politely decline some of them.

Accepting everything would make reciprocating the gesture nearly impossible.

The top-grade spirit stones alone numbered at least fifty thousand—equivalent to five billion low-grade spirit stones, enough to buy out an entire minor sect!

And the high-grade defensive artifacts? Each was priceless, let alone over a dozen of them…

“Take them,” Liu Canglan advised gently, sensing her hesitation. “Your Sixth Senior Brother has more wealth than he knows what to do with. If you refuse, he’ll pester you endlessly today.”

Feng Wanzhe rubbed her temples. With a flick of her wrist, a guqin materialized in her hands. “Since Sixth Senior Brother carries a jade flute, I assume you’re well-versed in music. Please accept this zither as my gift in return.”

After much deliberation, she had concluded that only the Fuxi Qin in her possession could remotely match the value of his extravagant presents.

The group’s eyes fell upon the instrument—silver-white strings, a jade body, and a soft, luminous glow.

Unadorned and understated, it exuded an air of ancient elegance.

Baili Wenyue accepted the qin, his eyes alight with excitement. His fingers brushed lightly over the strings.

Ding!

A serene melody resonated, instantly calming the mind and even causing the spiritual energy within their bodies to circulate involuntarily.

Baili Wenyue faintly sensed an enigmatic power within the qin—though he couldn’t yet grasp it fully. This was no ordinary instrument.

“Sixth Junior Brother… about that qin—would you sell it to me?” Ning Shiyue’s eyes glimmered with hope, bright as the autumn moon.

“No! This is a gift from Junior Sister.” Baili Wenyue swiftly tucked the qin away, tossing a storage ring to Ning Shiyue instead. “Here’s ten thousand top-grade spirit stones. Go buy your own.”

“Many thanks, Sixth Junior Brother!” Ning Shiyue accepted the spirit stones with a radiant smile. As expected, swindling spirit stones from Sixth Junior Brother was always the easiest.

With Baili Wenyue’s acceptance of the Fuxi Qin, Feng Wanzhe finally felt at ease storing the mountain of treasures into her spatial realm.

Yet the moment that strange black egg entered her space—it vanished without a trace.