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

“Pfft—HAHAHA! Fourth Senior Brother, you’re streaking in public!” A voice called out from the distance.

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

Mu Qianjue, still smoldering from the flames, didn’t even stop to argue—he bolted into a nearby cave like a scorched rabbit.

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

“Indeed, Eldest Senior Brother. I heard we have a ninth junior sister now—you’ll have to introduce me later.”

Baili Wenyue landed with effortless elegance, his posture as straight as bamboo, his demeanor noble and unrestrained. Every movement exuded pride and charm.

“No need. She’s already here.”

Following Liu Canglan’s gaze, the group turned to see an ethereally beautiful youth in black robes gliding toward them on a sword—followed by a little girl riding a spirit crane.

The girl was stunningly lovely, her delicate features carved like jade. Even at her young age, her beauty was enough to topple cities.

“The one behind Seventh Junior Brother must be our junior sister, right?” Ning Shiyue’s eyes sparkled like spring blossoms.

Liu Canglan nodded. “Good guess, Fifth Junior Sister. That’s Feng Qingran.”

Baili Wenyue immediately began rummaging through his belongings.

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

Tapping his chin, he muttered, “I wonder if Junior Sister will think these gifts are too meager…?”

Ning Shiyue: “…”

Was Sixth Junior Brother serious right now?

Compared to this, her own gift suddenly seemed embarrassingly shabby.

Regret gnawed at her. Maybe she shouldn’t have come. She should’ve gone on that expedition with Third Senior Sister instead of secluding herself—at least then she could’ve prepared something better.

Desperate for a distraction, she turned to the silent Dugu Jianyi. “Second Senior Brother, what did you prepare for Junior Sister?”

Dugu Jianyi’s sword-like brows furrowed.

He hadn’t prepared anything.

He hadn’t even known you were supposed to give gifts when meeting a junior sister. Back when he’d met Third and Fifth Junior Sisters, he’d given them nothing.

If he had to compensate now…

He glanced at his meager spatial ring—containing only a few low-grade spirit stones and some tattered robes—and fell into deep contemplation.

The only thing he could offer was an ancient sword manual.

“Fifth Junior Sister,” he said solemnly, “how about I teach you a sword technique instead?”

“Huh?” Ning Shiyue blinked in confusion. Was Second Senior Brother just looking for an excuse to beat her up?

…..

By the time Feng Qingran and Mo Jinghong landed, they were greeted by a dazzling hoard:

A pile of top-grade spirit stones
Over a dozen high-grade magical artifacts
Dozens of elixirs
And a single, mysterious black egg half a person’s height

Baili Wenyue slid between them, his charming phoenix eyes gleaming as he grinned at Feng Qingran. “Junior Sister, these are all gifts for you! If there’s anything else you want, just say the word!”

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

Feng Qingran clasped her hands in greeting, her mind flashing to Baili Wenyue’s tragic fate in the original story:

A descendant of the ancient nine-tailed fox lineage, a future ruler of the demon realm—yet he died under Su Yanran’s sword, his golden core gouged out, his soul fragmented and enslaved as a weapon spirit.

“Greetings, Sixth Senior Brother. Your gifts are too generous.”

“As long as Junior Sister likes them!” Baili Wenyue waved off her concerns.

Feng Qingran eyed the mountain of treasures, debating how to politely refuse some. If she accepted everything, how could she ever reciprocate?

The 50,000 top-grade spirit stones alone were equivalent to 5 billion low-grade stones—enough to buy a small sect.

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

“Just take them,” Liu Canglan advised gently, sensing her hesitation. “Your Sixth Senior Brother is ridiculously wealthy. If you refuse, he’ll pester you all day.”

Feng Qingran sighed. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned a guqin.

“Since Sixth Senior Brother carries a jade flute, you must be well-versed in music. Please accept this humble gift in return.”

After much deliberation, she’d settled on the Fuxi Qin—the only treasure in her possession that could maybe match the value of his offerings.

The group stared at the guqin in her hands:

Silver strings glimmering under the light
A jade body radiating a soft glow
No unnecessary adornments, only an aura of timeless elegance

Baili Wenyue accepted it eagerly, his fingers brushing the strings.

Plink!

A serene melody floated through the air, calming the mind and even stirring the spiritual energy within their bodies.

He could feel it—this qin harbored a mysterious power, though he couldn’t yet grasp its depths. This was no ordinary instrument.

“Sixth Junior Brother,” Ning Shiyue interjected, her eyes shimmering with desire, “how about selling that qin to me?”

“No! This is a gift from Junior Sister!” Baili Wenyue clutched it protectively, tossing her a spatial ring instead. *”Here’s 10,000 top-grade stones. Go buy your own.”*

“Many thanks, Sixth Junior Brother~” Ning Shiyue beamed. As expected, squeezing money out of him was easy.

With Baili Wenyue’s acceptance of the Fuxi Qin, Feng Qingran finally stored the mountain of treasures into her spatial realm—

Except for the black egg.

The moment it entered her space, it vanished without a trace.