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 deep voice interrupted her thoughts.

Feng Wuran gave up on investigating the whereabouts of the black egg and bowed in greeting. “Greetings, Second Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Sister.”

“Hello, little junior sister. I’ll make up for the greeting gift next time,” said Dugu Jianyi, dressed in black, tall and imposing, with sharp sword-like eyebrows and piercing eyes—like an eagle in the night.

“How about Second Senior Brother agrees to a request of mine as my greeting gift?” Feng Wuran knew Dugu Jianyi truly had nothing to offer.

Dugu Jianyi—the future Sword Demon who would strike fear across the continent.

The original novel described him as a sword fanatic who cared nothing for wealth. Even in poverty, he never took others’ riches.

Later, he single-handedly slaughtered the Qin family, one of the eight great clans, fell into demonic cultivation, and ultimately died under Su Yanran’s sword. When Su Yanran searched his storage ring afterward, she was utterly disgusted by its contents.

“Little junior sister, name your request.”

“Could Second Senior Brother accompany me to the Sect Competition two years from now?” After some thought, Feng Wuran decided it was best to bring up the competition herself.

Dugu Jianyi pondered for a moment before nodding in agreement.

Feng Wuran immediately placed a box into his hands. “Since Second Senior Brother has given me a greeting gift, this is yours in return.”

“This…” Dugu Jianyi was about to refuse when Ning Shiyue pushed him aside.

Ugh, Second Senior Brother is so slow! She hadn’t even had a proper chat with their little junior sister yet!

Ning Shiyue’s bright eyes sparkled with delight. “Little junior sister, I wasn’t sure what you’d like, but all girls love pretty clothes. I’ve prepared all sorts of accessories and dresses for you.”

Feng Wuran accepted the storage bag with a smile, but before she could speak, a translucent pearl was pressed into her hand.

“This is a mermaid pearl. Hold it in your mouth, and you’ll be able to breathe freely underwater. Consider it a gift from me,” Ning Shiyue explained.

“Thank you, Fifth Senior Sister.” Feng Wuran was deeply moved—it felt wonderful to be doted on like this.

Her mind drifted to Ning Shiyue’s fate in the novel. The fifth senior sister only appeared much later in the story.

As the master of the Thousand Pavilion, Ning Shiyue wielded talismans and poisons with unfathomable skill. She repeatedly clashed with Su Yanran, attempting to poison her multiple times but failing in the end. Eventually, Su Yanran had her brutally assaulted and killed.

After her death, Su Yanran took over the Thousand Pavilion, expanding her own influence.

Talismans…

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

Noticing Feng Wuran’s silence, Ning Shiyue grew nervous. Did the little junior sister dislike her gifts?

Then again, what she’d given paled in comparison to Sixth Junior Brother’s offerings.

“Fifth Senior Sister, I love your gifts. Let me give you something in return.” Feng Wuran handed her an exquisite box. Thankfully, the artifact spirit had reminded her in time—she still had an Xuanling Fruit.

The Xuanling Fruit could enhance spiritual perception, making it invaluable for a talisman master.

Ning Shiyue shook her head. “We can’t possibly take anything from you!”

“Fifth Junior Sister, you might want to open it before refusing,” Liu Canglan’s gentle voice interjected.

When he had first received a box from Feng Wuran, he had also wanted to refuse—until he opened it. After refining the Thunderflame Tyrant Ginseng, he was astonished to find his silver lightning had evolved into violet lightning, and his body now contained a trace of heavenly law.

After consulting ancient texts, he learned it was actually a supreme-grade immortal herb—one that could purify his thunder spiritual root to perfection.

A perfected spiritual root meant greater comprehension and faster cultivation.

And as for Fourth Junior Brother’s Blazing Heart Blood Mushroom, it was also a top-tier immortal herb. Consuming it could awaken a rare flame, an immense boon for him.

Hmm?

Fourth Junior Brother?

They had come here to check on him, hadn’t they? How had they forgotten the main purpose?

Liu Canglan glanced at the cave entrance. Fourth Junior Brother had been inside for a long time—should they go in?

But remembering Mu Qianjue’s earlier… bare state, his lips curved in amusement. Better not mention it. Let him come out on his own.

Following Liu Canglan’s advice, Ning Shiyue opened Feng Wuran’s box.

Instantly, her beautiful eyes widened, her cheeks puffing slightly. “This… this is the Xuanling Fruit I’ve been searching for!”

Snapping the box shut, she hugged Feng Wuran and spun her around. “Little junior sister, I love you so much!”

She leaned in to kiss Feng Wuran’s cheek, but a hand pressed against her forehead, stopping her. A cold voice sounded beside her ear:

“Fifth Senior Sister, you’re scaring the little junior sister—her face has gone pale.”

At Mo Jinghong’s words, Ning Shiyue had no choice but to release Feng Wuran. Meeting his faintly amused gaze, she instinctively shrank back.

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

Though he was the youngest among the disciples, his strength surpassed them all. Cold and aloof by nature, he rarely showed warmth to anyone.

Wait…

Cold and aloof?

That was how he treated her, but why was he so gentle with their little junior sister?

Freed from the hug, Feng Wuran blinked in confusion. That soft, fragrant embrace was gone just like that?

Seventh Senior Brother, you’re really overstepping here!

“Hey, Senior Brother,” whispered Baili Wenliu, nudging Liu Canglan with an odd expression. “Since when did Seventh Junior Brother become so caring?”