Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 22

Feng Qingran concealed her aura, donned a mask, and followed Su Yanran into the pawnshop.

Since the black market was overseen by powerful cultivators at the Void God stage, she had no reason to fear the Nascent Soul cultivator tailing Su Yanran.

The pawnshop was crowded with customers, but as soon as Feng Qingran entered, a young attendant approached her. “What would you like to pawn, honored guest?”

Not spotting Su Yanran, Feng Qingran probed, “Do you only handle pawning here?”

“We facilitate all kinds of transactions. What do you need?” The attendant’s tone carried a hint of pride.

Feng Qingran’s eyes gleamed as she subtly mimed slitting a throat. “Do you take care of… this kind of business?”

The attendant remained unfazed, glanced around, and whispered, “Follow me, honored guest. We’ll discuss this in a private room.”

Feng Qingran trailed behind him through the back door, where rows of private chambers lined the corridor.

Each room was shielded by a barrier, making it impossible to sense anything from the outside.

Deliberately slowing her steps, she communicated with Yuanbao. “Yuanbao, is there any way to eavesdrop on these people?”

Fluttering its wings, Yuanbao materialized before her, its sapphire-blue eyes blinking. “Master, are you looking for Su Yanran?”

Startled, Feng Qingran quickly sent a mental warning. “Yuanbao, get back! There are Nascent Soul cultivators here!”

“Don’t worry, Master. They can’t see me,” Yuanbao replied excitedly.

“But back at Lingyun Sect, you said you were afraid of Nascent Soul cultivators.”

“That was different! Lingyun Sect had terrifying auras lurking around—if I went out, I’d be devoured. But here? No such danger! Plus, there’s so much fun stuff happening!” Yuanbao zipped around like a wild beast freed from its cage, brimming with exhilaration.

Feng Qingran’s lip twitched. Yuanbao, your logic makes no sense!

Hearing her footsteps lag, the attendant turned. “Is something wrong, honored guest?”

Feng Qingran shook her head. “How much farther?”

“My apologies, but with so many guests, only the last chamber remains available,” he explained.

She said nothing more and followed silently, mentally scolding Yuanbao. “Yuanbao, come back now!”

“Master, I found Su Yanran! She’s negotiating with a man in black. I’ll share the scene with you!” Yuanbao chirped in its childlike voice.

Before Feng Qingran could process this, an image flooded her consciousness—a clear view of Su Yanran’s room, including the conversation.

Just then, the attendant stopped and ushered her into a chamber.

“Please wait here, honored guest. Someone will arrive shortly to discuss your request.” Bowing, he exited and closed the door.

Immediately, Feng Qingran focused on Yuanbao’s transmission.

In the vision, Su Yanran handed a storage pouch to the black-clad man. “How much to erase the spiritual imprint on these items?”

The man took the pouch, retrieved a ring, and rasped, “100,000 high-grade spirit stones.”

“That’s absurdly expensive!” Su Yanran’s face darkened. Such an amount could bankrupt the entire Su family.

“Do you know what this is?” The man held up the ring.

Of course Su Yanran knew—it was just a spatial ring, wasn’t it? If not for this ring, she wouldn’t have killed two people.

When she stayed silent, the man continued, “This Sumeru Ring is a top-grade magical artifact. Erasing its imprint drains spiritual energy, risks backlash, and may even alert its original owner…”

A Sumeru Ring?!

Su Yanran’s pupils contracted. She had assumed it was merely a high-tier artifact, not a legendary spatial treasure.

Sumeru Rings were vastly superior to ordinary spatial rings—they could preserve spirit fruits and pills without energy loss. Moreover, if enhanced with ten-thousand-year mystic iron, their space could expand.

Suddenly—

A realization struck her, and she paled. “Don’t worry about tracking. Just remove the imprint quickly.”

The man’s aura turned dangerous, his eyes narrowing. “Forgive my boldness, but… is the owner already dead?”

Su Yanran stiffened, her voice sharp. “That’s none of your concern. Just erase the imprint!”

“Payment first, then service,” the man replied coldly.

“Remove the imprint, and I’ll pay you after!” She currently had no spirit stones, but if this was truly a Sumeru Ring, it would surely contain treasures. Once bound to her, money would be no issue.

“Black market rules: payment upfront.” His grating voice was unbearable.

“Can’t you make an exception?” Su Yanran grew impatient. She had spent all her funds on worthless rocks—where would she get the stones now?

“You may take a loan, but you’ll need to leave collateral as proof of identity.”

Su Yanran’s expression hardened. Leaving evidence risked exposure—absolutely not!