Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 20

Yuanbao’s voice was weak. “Master, I don’t dare. If I call it, it definitely won’t come out.”

Yuanbao didn’t dare tell Feng Qingran that the egg’s bloodline power was extremely domineering. If it had malicious intent, seizing control of the space would be effortless.

Fortunately, on the very first day the egg entered the space, it had formed a symbiotic contract with Feng Qingran, meaning it posed no threat to her.

Besides, there were some things Feng Qingran wasn’t ready to know yet—knowing them too soon could hinder her cultivation.

“If it won’t come out, fine! Then say goodbye to that jade crown.” Feng Qingran threatened, sounding like a petulant child.

“Young lady, is there something you’re unhappy with?” The stall owner watched Feng Qingran’s shifting expression with unease. Had she noticed something?

Impossible!

That person had assured him the death energy inside was completely sealed. He just had to sell it—no harm would come to anyone.

“How much for this jade crown?” Feng Qingran’s lips curled slightly as she touched the red bead on the crown.

Sure enough, within the range of her perception, a black egg appeared. Strange runes flickered across its shell, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Feng Qingran could sense resistance emanating from the egg, as if it were saying: I’m sleepy. If you have something to say, say it quickly.

Meanwhile, the stall owner held up three fingers—clearly copying Zhang San’s tactic.

“Three low-grade spirit stones?” Feng Qingran said coldly.

“Young lady, it’s three top-grade spirit stones,” the stall owner, Zhao Si, replied, exasperated. Why wasn’t she following the usual script?

“Oh.” Feng Qingran set the jade crown down expressionlessly and picked up another item to examine. She pondered how to pay—the man tracking her spirit stones had put her on edge.

Multitasking, she asked Yuanbao, “Ask the egg what’s in the parts of the space I can’t see.”

These were things her mother had left her. She couldn’t help but wonder—were there clues about her mother’s identity hidden inside?

Seeing Feng Qingran put down the jade crown, Zhao Si’s face darkened. Was she broke?

Feng Qingran picked up a hairpin. “How much for this?”

“One hundred low-grade spirit stones.” Zhao Si’s eyes flashed with disdain.

Pretending not to notice, Feng Qingran said, “Boss, I don’t have any spirit stones left. Can I trade something else?”

Zhao Si smirked. “I don’t deal in mortal currency. But that storage pouch of yours and the dress you’re wearing might be worth a few spirit stones.”

“What about this spirit fruit?” Feng Qingran opened her palm, revealing a luscious red fruit.

Zhao Si shot to his feet, swallowing hard. If he wasn’t mistaken, this was a Spirit Tempering Fruit!

For cultivators below the Golden Core stage, this fruit could even substitute for a Foundation Establishment Pill—and its effects were countless times better. After all, pills left behind toxic residues, but the fruit didn’t.

Many Golden Core cultivators in Qingyunzhou were stuck at their level precisely because of pill toxicity.

Suppressing his excitement, Zhao Si forced a calm tone. “Well… this fruit of yours might just barely be enough for a trade.”

“If it’s such a hassle, forget it.” Feng Qingran flicked her wrist, making the fruit disappear.

“Wait! Don’t go—” Zhao Si called out anxiously.

Another stall owner nearby chimed in, “Miss, don’t listen to this scoundrel. He’s shameless! That fruit of yours could buy his entire stall ten times over!”

“Yeah, little girl, don’t get scammed. Come to my stall—I’ll sell you mine instead!”

“Zhao Si is always cheating people. The things on his stall aren’t fit for human use. Don’t buy from him.”

Other vendors joined in, eager to lure Feng Qingran to their stalls. If she could produce such a fruit, she must have more.

Feng Qingran stood still, feigning hesitation.

Then, she felt a wave of resentment emanating from the egg in her space. Strangely, she could even understand its meaning—it seemed to be saying: Don’t leave. Buy it. I can bring some of the things inside out for you.

Weird.

Why did she have such a strange understanding with an egg?

“Young lady, I have something better for you! Don’t go!” Zhao Si panicked. He couldn’t let this Spirit Tempering Fruit slip away!

Gritting his teeth, he produced an ornate phoenix crown and a higher-quality bracelet, offering them to Feng Qingran.

Just as she reached for them, Yuanbao’s frantic voice echoed in her mind: “Master, don’t take them! They’re tainted with resentment energy. If it seeps into your body, it could form an inner demon. The consequences would be disastrous!”

A cold glint flashed in Feng Qingran’s dark eyes as she suddenly recalled the question she had asked Mo Jinghong earlier.

Had he brought her to the black market to show her that some things were unavoidable?

In the original story, the reason Feng Qingran turned against Su Yanran after joining the Heavenly Sword Sect was because she was haunted by nightmares of Su Yanran brutally killing her, which birthed her inner demon.

If fate’s course couldn’t be altered, then her ability to change things was limited.

There was only one way to break the cycle—kill Su Yanran!

Unaware, Feng Qingran’s eyes suddenly turned blood-red, sending a chill down Zhao Si’s spine.

“Young lady! Young lady! Young lady!”

Only after Zhao Si called her three times did Feng Qingran snap out of it.

Blinking, her eyes instantly returned to normal. “One spirit fruit for all these things. Deal?”

Zhao Si nodded eagerly. “Deal, deal!”

Feng Qingran handed him the fruit and flicked her sleeve, making the stall and the items in Zhao Si’s hands vanish instantly.

The surrounding vendors brightened, calling her to their stalls. These days, easy marks were rare—when you found one, you had to milk them dry!

While everyone was distracted, Zhao Si carefully stored the spirit fruit in a box, packed up his stall, and slipped away unnoticed.