Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 13

“I’d like Fourth Senior Brother to accompany me to the Sect Competition in two years.”

Feng Qingran had originally wanted everyone to participate. But after reviewing the competition records, she discovered it was held only once every ten years, with an age limit of 200 years old.

This meant no Nascent Soul experts had ever appeared in the competition’s history.

After all, reaching Nascent Soul before 200 was exceptionally rare—even for geniuses. And those who did achieve it wouldn’t stoop to such a contest.

She’d also decided to keep Liu Canglan and Mo Jinghong as hidden aces. Until they broke through to Divine Transformation, they wouldn’t reveal their full strength.

Mu Qianjue considered for a moment before nodding. “Boring as it may be, if Junior Sister wants to go, I’ll tag along.”

“I’m coming too!” Ning Shiyue’s eyes sparkled like spring water, her voice chiming like silver bells.

“Count me in!” Baili Wenyue’s fox-like eyes gleamed with mischief. The more, the merrier.

Ning Shiyue’s gaze darted playfully. “We should invite Third Senior Sister and Eighth Junior Brother too! They’ve wanted to join before, but since Master never brought it up, neither did they.”

She immediately pulled out a transmission talisman to message Qin Hanyan and Yan Moyu, urging them to return to the sect.

Seeing everyone’s enthusiasm, Liu Canglan was about to volunteer—until Feng Qingran cut him off.

“Eldest Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother—Nascent Soul cultivators can’t participate. But don’t worry, I’ve already planned something better for you two.”

“In nine years, the Qingyun Continent will select fifty cultivators under 500 years old to compete in the Nine Provinces Grand Tournament. That’s your real target.”

Everyone except Mo Jinghong looked stunned.

“There’s such a tournament? Why have we never heard of it?” Liu Canglan asked.

Feng Qingran hesitated. She’d said too much.

The Nine Provinces Grand Tournament was held once a century, with the top fifty cultivators sent to a higher-level secret realm for training. But this was a closely guarded secret—only the eight major sects and hidden clans knew of it. Naturally, they kept it to themselves.

“Junior Sister must be referring to the Battle Spirit Tournament mentioned in ancient texts,” Mo Jinghong interjected smoothly. “It’s said those who return from it reach Divine Transformation.”

“That book mentions so many interesting things! I’d love to—Ow!“ Baili Wenyue’s complaint was cut short as Mu Qianjue smacked him with a fan.

“Focus on your beast-taming,” Mu Qianjue teased.

The group tactfully dropped the subject.

Feng Qingran shot Mo Jinghong a grateful glance. Thank goodness he’d covered for her.

“Now that we have goals, let’s cultivate seriously!” she declared cheerfully.

Dugu Jianyi and the others nodded earnestly—unaware that their nightmare was about to begin.

Somewhere in a hidden space, a tiny spirit frantically digging paused mid-motion, wings drooping.

Was its master planning to steal its hard-grown spirit herbs again?

Or force it to annotate more books?!

Oblivious to the spirit’s resentment, Feng Qingran waved her hand—and a towering stack of books materialized before each person.

She turned to Liu Canglan with an innocent smile.

“Eldest Senior Brother, Lightning Attribute, mid-stage Nascent Soul, stuck for twenty years. These are all the lightning-based cultivation manuals I could find—with annotations. You have six months to memorize them. I’ll test you.”

Liu Canglan’s eye twitched. The stack reached half his height. Six months to read them, let alone memorize?!

But under Feng Qingran’s expectant gaze, he nodded.

Little did he know, his agreement would spark an unrelenting wave of competition across Lingyun Sect.

Satisfied, Feng Qingran moved to Dugu Jianyi.

“Second Senior Brother, I won’t interfere with your sword training. But you have three months to finish these. I’ll quiz you.”

She had to teach him treasure appraisal—no more letting him stay poor forever!

(Otherwise, his future wife would suffer!)

Dugu Jianyi eagerly opened a book—only to freeze. Why weren’t these sword manuals?!

Feng Qingran was already standing before Mu Qianjue.

“Fourth Senior Brother, these cover fire and metal attributes, flame control, and hidden weapon designs. Yours are harder, so you get a year to memorize them.”

“Junior Sister, can we… negotiate?” Mu Qianjue loathed studying. He’d always advanced through real combat. Being confined to books was torture.

Feng Qingran smiled sweetly. “I recall Master Qianji is in the Fire Spirit Continent. The Nine Provinces Tournament will be held there. If you want to meet him, you’ll need to rank in the top fifty of Qingyun.”

She wasn’t lying. Crossing between continents was strictly regulated. Lower-tier continents like Qingyun couldn’t freely enter higher-tier ones like Fire Spirit—unauthorized trespassers were executed on sight.

The only exceptions? Breaking through to Great Ascension—or qualifying for the tournament.