Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 14

“Grandmaster Qianji! Are you certain he’s in the Fire Spirit Realm?”

Mu Qianjue had only agreed to join the Lingyun Sect back then because Ye Wentian promised to take him to meet Grandmaster Qianji.

Yet decades had passed since he entered the sect, and not only had he never met Qianji—he could count on one hand the number of times he’d even seen Ye Wentian.

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Meanwhile, in the Fire Spirit Realm…

Ye Wentian sneezed several times in quick succession, his voice slurred with drink. “Qianji, what’s so urgent that you dragged me here?”

“Did you keep your promise—not to take any disciples for a hundred years?” The white-robed man beside him had clear, penetrating eyes, devoid of emotion, as if they could see through the fabric of the world.

“Hic… That promise? I kept it.” Ye Wentian took another swig of wine.

A barely perceptible sharpness flickered in Chu Qianji’s gaze, like the last remnants of winter snow lingering in spring. “Then who is Feng Qingran?”

“My ninth disciple,” Ye Wentian answered carelessly.

“Wentian, the hundred-year agreement isn’t up yet. Why take a disciple?”

“But I didn’t recruit her at the sect assembly—I picked her up on the road! Let me tell you, my little disciple is amazing. She has the Heavenly Moon Sacred Body, a supreme-grade immortal spirit root, and she trains harder than anyone.” Pride dripped from Ye Wentian’s words.

Chu Qianji’s expression shifted slightly. He dipped a finger into his wine and drew a strange symbol on the table, then let a drop of blood fall onto it. As he watched the blood’s path, his face grew increasingly grave.

How could this be?

Why hadn’t Feng Qingran followed her destined path to the Heavenly Sword Sect?

His eyes darkened with unease. “Wentian, tell me exactly how you took her as your disciple.”

Before Ye Wentian could finish, Chu Qianji realized something was wrong.

Someone had tampered with Feng Qingran’s fate again.

He wiped the symbol from the table. “Wentian, do you remember your mission?”

“Of course. That brat of an Emperor sent us here to deliver opportunities to his precious daughter, to help her achieve the Great Dao…” Ye Wentian’s expression suddenly turned cold. “Instead of walking the righteous path, she resorts to crooked means—sacrificing an entire minor world just to fuel her own ascension.”

“Wentian, you shouldn’t have taken Feng Qingran as your disciple. All her fortune was meant for the Emperor’s daughter. The stronger Feng Qingran grows, the weaker the Emperor’s daughter becomes.” Chu Qianji sighed. Feng Qingran was simply born under an unlucky star.

Ye Wentian sobered slightly, his voice turning serious. “Qianji, don’t you think the Emperor is in the wrong? How many futures has he ruined for his own selfish gains?”

“And I’m certain he’s been scheming behind the scenes. The last time I saw his daughter, she was shrouded in dark energy—that kind of karmic debt doesn’t come from just one lifetime…”

His eyes flickered with unspoken thoughts before he slumped back into his drunken act.

Chu Qianji sighed. “I know. But what can we do? In the Upper Realm, the Emperor controls everything. If we don’t help him, even more innocent lives will suffer.”

“Hah! The wheel of karma turns. Retribution always comes—it’s only a matter of time.” Ye Wentian shook his head.

Before Chu Qianji could reply, Ye Wentian had already passed out on the table.

A complicated look flashed in Chu Qianji’s eyes. Some words were better left unspoken.

Fine.

He would find a way to delay the Emperor’s discovery of the anomaly here—to buy Feng Qingran more time to grow.

How long that would last… depended entirely on her fate.

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Lingyun Sect, Qianjue Peak

Feng Qingran assigned tasks to everyone—even Mo Jinghong received a stack of high-level cultivation manuals, which he accepted without complaint.

Ning Shiyue looked miserable. She had hoped the Seventh Senior Brother would speak up and ask their junior sister to ease up on the reading, but no such luck came.

“To ensure everyone cultivates efficiently, we’ll hold a progress review every six months. Unless you’re in seclusion for a breakthrough, attendance is mandatory,” Feng Qingran announced cheerfully.

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Seventh Senior Brother, once Third Senior Sister and Eighth Senior Brother return, I’ll assign them tailored training methods too.”

At that moment, Qin HanYan and Yan Moyu, who were rushing back to the sect, suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

They scanned their surroundings but found no enemies. Shaking off the unease, they continued their journey—completely unaware that Feng Qingran was eagerly awaiting their return.

Back on Qianjue Peak, Feng Qingran watched the others leave with deep satisfaction.

If this keeps up, the Lingyun Sect will grow strong enough to knock the Heavenly Sword Sect off its pedestal as the number one sect!

Mu Qianjue, however, trudged back to his cave like a wilted plant, still clutching the stack of books—he’d even forgotten to store them in his spatial ring.

These are priceless high-level techniques that others would kill for… and yet, my junior sister hands them out in bulk like they’re nothing. Is this really okay?

Once everyone had left to train, Feng Qingran nodded in approval.

“Junior Sister, how do you know each person’s strengths so well?” Mo Jinghong’s ink-black eyes gleamed with quiet intensity.

Feng Qingran stiffened. Every time she faced him, an inexplicable guilt crept in—as if he could see right through her secrets.

Why was someone as extraordinary as Mo Jinghong never mentioned in the book?

“Seventh Senior Brother… Master told me all of this.”

“Fifth Junior Sister Ning Shiyue? Master only saw her once—on the day he took her as a disciple, and never bothered with her after. Sixth Junior Brother last saw him ten years ago…” Mo Jinghong listed example after example.

Feng Qingran grew more and more uneasy. So our master really is this unreliable?

At this rate, the sect could collapse, and he wouldn’t notice for ages.

“If Junior Sister has nothing else, you should return to your cultivation.” Mo Jinghong didn’t press further.

Feng Qingran nodded. But before she started training, there was one place she needed to go—one person she had to save.