Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 11

“This is your Second Senior Brother, Dugu Jianyi, and your Fifth Senior Sister, Ning Shiyue.”

Mo Jinghong’s calm voice pulled Feng Qingran out of her thoughts.

Abandoning her search for the missing black egg, she bowed gracefully. “Greetings, Second Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Sister.”

“Junior Sister,” Dugu Jianyi responded with a nod. His tall frame, clad in black robes, stood as straight as a sword. His sharp eyes gleamed like a hawk’s in the night. “I’ll make up for the lack of a gift next time.”

“How about this, Second Senior Brother?” Feng Qingran smiled. “Instead of a gift, just promise me one request. Would that work?”

She knew Dugu Jianyi had nothing to give—and she didn’t mind.

In the original story, Dugu Jianyi was the infamous Sword Demon of the continent. A man obsessed with the blade, indifferent to wealth, living in near poverty.

Yet he had single-handedly slaughtered the entire Qin family—one of the eight great clans—before falling into demonic cultivation. His end? Death by Su Yanran’s sword. And when she looted his spatial ring, she’d scoffed at its emptiness.

“Name your request, Junior Sister.”

“Will you join me in the Sect Competition two years from now?”

After a brief pause, Dugu Jianyi nodded.

Feng Qingran immediately placed a small box in his hands. “Since Second Senior Brother has given me a gift, this is mine in return.”

“This…” Dugu Jianyi hesitated, but before he could refuse, Ning Shiyue shoved him aside.

Ugh, men and their awkwardness! She hadn’t even gotten to chat with their adorable junior sister yet!

Ning Shiyue’s bright eyes sparkled as she thrust a storage pouch into Feng Qingran’s hands. “Junior Sister, I didn’t know what you’d like, but all girls love pretty things! These are dresses, hairpins, and accessories I picked out just for you!”

Before Feng Qingran could thank her, Ning Shiyue pressed a luminous pearl into her palm.

“And this is a Mermaid’s Tear. Hold it in your mouth, and you can breathe underwater!”

“Thank you, Fifth Senior Sister.” Warmth bloomed in Feng Qingran’s chest. This… this feeling of being cherished was wonderful.

But her smile faltered as she recalled Ning Shiyue’s fate.

In the novel, Ning Shiyue appeared much later—as the Pavilion Master of the Thousand Secrets Pavilion, a master of talismans and poisons. She’d clashed repeatedly with Su Yanran, only to fail every assassination attempt.

Her end? Brutal humiliation and death at Su Yanran’s command.

And with her gone, Su Yanran seized control of the Thousand Secrets Pavilion, expanding her influence.

Talismans…

To craft talismans, one needed high-quality brushes, paper, and spiritual ink—none of which Feng Qingran had. What could she give in return?

Noticing her silence, Ning Shiyue bit her lip. Was Junior Sister disappointed?

Of course she was! Her gifts were pitiful compared to Sixth Junior Brother’s mountain of treasures.

“Fifth Senior Sister, I love your presents,” Feng Qingran said quickly, offering a delicate box. “And I’d like to give you something too.”

Thankfully, the artifact spirit had reminded her—she still had a Mystic Spirit Fruit, a rare treasure that enhanced spiritual perception. Perfect for a talisman master.

Ning Shiyue shook her head. “We can’t accept gifts from you, Junior Sister!”

“Fifth Junior Sister,” Liu Canglan interjected gently, “open it first before refusing.”

He’d done the same when Feng Qingran gave him the Thunderflame Wyvernroot—only to find himself unable to decline after seeing it.

After refining it, his silver lightning had evolved into purple thunder, and he’d even gained a wisp of heavenly dao intent.

Ancient texts later revealed the truth: it was a top-grade immortal herb, capable of purifying his lightning灵根 to perfect purity—granting him unparalleled comprehension and cultivation speed.

And Fourth Junior Brother’s Blazing Heartblood Fungus? Another supreme treasure, capable of awakening rare flames.

Wait—Fourth Junior Brother!

They’d come here to check on Mu Qianjue, yet they’d completely forgotten!

Liu Canglan glanced at the cave entrance. Should they go in?

Then he remembered Mu Qianjue’s gloriously naked escape and suppressed a laugh. Better wait for him to come out on his own.

Meanwhile, Ning Shiyue—persuaded by Liu Canglan—opened the box.

Her eyes widened. “This—! This is the Mystic Spirit Fruit I’ve been searching for!”

Snapping the box shut, she squealed and spun Feng Qingran in a hug. “Junior Sister, I LOVE YOU!”

She leaned in for a kiss on the cheek—only for a slender hand to press against her forehead, stopping her cold.

A cool voice cut through the air. “Fifth Senior Sister, you’re scaring Junior Sister. Look how pale she’s gone.”

Mo Jinghong’s words were law.

Ning Shiyue immediately released Feng Qingran, shrinking back under his faintly amused gaze.

If there was one person in Lingyun Sect she feared, it wasn’t their master—it was Seventh Junior Brother, Mo Jinghong.

Despite his junior rank, his strength surpassed them all. And his usual demeanor? Cold. Untouchable.

…Wait a minute.

Cold and untouchable?

That was how he treated her. So why was he so gentle with their junior sister?!

Freed from the hug, Feng Qingran blinked in confusion. Her warm, fragrant Senior Sister had been ripped away!

Seventh Senior Brother, you’re really overstepping here!

“Psst—Eldest Senior Brother,” Baili Wenyue whispered, nudging Liu Canglan. “Since when did Seventh Junior Brother become so… considerate?”