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

“I want Fourth Senior Brother to accompany me to the sect competition in two years.” Feng Wuran had originally wanted everyone to participate.

However, after reviewing records of past competitions, she learned that the event was held once every ten years, with the requirement that participants be no older than two hundred years of age.

This also meant that none of the past competition records listed any participants at the Nascent Soul stage.

After all, those who could reach Nascent Soul before the age of two hundred were exceedingly rare on the continent.

Even if such prodigies existed, they would never stoop to participate in such a competition.

Moreover, she had decided to keep the eldest and seventh senior brothers as secret weapons—until they broke through to the Divine Transformation stage, they were not to reveal their true strength.

After a brief moment of consideration, Mu Qianjue nodded in agreement.

Though the competition itself would be dull, since his junior sister wanted to go, he would accompany her.

“Junior Sister, I want to go too!” Ning Shiyue’s almond-shaped eyes sparkled like spring water, her voice as clear as silver chimes.

“Me too!” Baili Wenliu’s fox-like eyes gleamed with interest—the more people, the livelier it would be.

Ning Shiyue’s eyes darted mischievously. “We should also invite Third Senior Sister and Eighth Junior Brother. They’ve wanted to participate for a while, but since Master never brought it up, none of us mentioned it.”

“I’ll send them a message right now and tell them to return to the sect as soon as possible.” Ning Shiyue pulled out a messenger talisman and sent word to Qin Hanyan and Yan Moyu.

Seeing everyone’s enthusiasm, Liu Canglan was about to announce his intention to join as well.

But Feng Wuran, as if sensing his thoughts, quickly explained, “Eldest Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, Nascent Soul cultivators can’t participate in this competition. But don’t worry—I’ve already planned something else for you.”

“In nine years, Qingyun Province will select fifty of its strongest cultivators under five hundred years of age to compete in the Nine Provinces Grand Tournament. That will be your real goal.”

Apart from Mo Jinghong, everyone else looked stunned.

Liu Canglan frowned. “There’s such a tournament in the Nine Provinces? Why have we never heard of it?”

Feng Wuran’s eyes flickered—she might have said too much.

The Nine Provinces Grand Tournament was held once every hundred years, selecting the top fifty participants to be sent to a higher-level secret realm for training.

But this was a closely guarded secret, known only to the core members of the eight great sects and the eight hidden clans.

After all, such an opportunity was reserved only for the most elite disciples—the fewer who knew, the better.

“What Junior Sister is referring to must be the Spirit Combat Tournament mentioned in ancient texts. It’s said that any disciple who returns from it reaches the Divine Transformation stage,” Mo Jinghong interjected smoothly.

“That ancient text? It records so many interesting things? I’d love to—ah!” Before Baili Wenliu could finish, Mu Qianjue rapped him on the head with his fan.

“Mind your own business,” Mu Qianjue said with a teasing smirk. “Focus on your beast taming.”

No one pressed further.

Feng Wuran shot Mo Jinghong a grateful look. Thankfully, her seventh senior brother had covered for her—if they had kept asking, she wouldn’t have known how to respond.

“Now that we have our goals, let’s focus on cultivation!” Feng Wuran said cheerfully.

Dugu Jianyi and the others nodded in agreement, unaware that from this day forward, their nightmare would begin.

Somewhere in a pocket dimension, a tiny spirit frantically digging in the dirt suddenly shivered, its wings freezing mid-flutter.

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

Or force it to annotate more books?

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

With an innocent smile, she turned to Liu Canglan.

“Eldest Senior Brother, Thunder Spirit Root, mid-stage Nascent Soul, stuck at this level for twenty years. These are all the Thunder Spirit Root cultivation manuals I could find, complete with annotations. You have six months to memorize them—I’ll test you later.”

Liu Canglan’s lips twitched as he stared at the stack of books, nearly as tall as a person.

Six months? He’d be lucky to even skim through them all, let alone memorize them!

But seeing Feng Wuran’s serious expression, he reluctantly nodded.

Little did he know, this single nod would spark a relentless wave of competition within Lingyun Sect.

Satisfied, Feng Wuran turned to Dugu Jianyi.

“Second Senior Brother, I won’t interfere with your cultivation, but you have three months to finish reading this stack. I’ll test you afterward.”

She had to teach him how to recognize treasures—there was no way she’d let him stay poor for the rest of his life.

Otherwise, his future wife would suffer!

“Don’t worry, Junior Sister.” Dugu Jianyi eagerly opened the first book—only to freeze.

Why weren’t these sword manuals?!

But Feng Wuran had already moved on to Mu Qianjue.

“Fourth Senior Brother, these are all Fire and Metal Spirit Root cultivation techniques, along with methods for controlling strange flames and designing hidden weapons. Yours are more advanced, so I’ll give you a year to memorize them all.”

“Junior Sister… can we negotiate?” Mu Qianjue hated reading more than anything. His cultivation had always improved through real combat.

Being forced to sit and study was worse than death.

Feng Wuran didn’t answer directly.

“I recall that Master Qianji is in the Fire Spirit Province. The Nine Provinces Grand Tournament in nine years will be held there. If you want to see him, you’ll need to be one of Qingyun’s top fifty.”

Her words were no exaggeration.

The laws between the Nine Provinces were strict—crossing borders without permission was forbidden.

Especially for those from lower-tier provinces attempting to enter higher-tier ones. Getting caught meant instant execution.

The Fire Spirit Province was two tiers above Qingyun. To go there, one either had to reach the Mahayana stage—or qualify for the Grand Tournament.