Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 24

Feng Qingran stopped in her tracks and turned around, feigning confusion. “Do I still have to pay even if the deal falls through?”

“No! You misunderstand.” The black-clad man waved his hand, his gaze burning with intensity. “I just wanted to ask—do you really have Spirit Origin Fruits?”

“I do. My senior brother has several more in his possession.” Feng Qingran nodded innocently.

Meanwhile—

Lingyun Sect, Canglan Peak.

Liu Canglan sneezed three times in a row. Pain and joy warred in his heart as he flipped through a Heaven-tier cultivation manual, muttering to himself, “Ah, my junior sister sure knows how to pick them. No slacking off now. But wait—why should I suffer alone? The Liu family disciples should join me in this grind!”

He formed a hand seal, summoning a goshawk. Taking out a storage pouch, he handed it to the bird.

Liu Canglan smiled warmly, a gleam flashing in his gentle eyes. “Deliver this to the Liu family head. Tell him that Master’s newly accepted junior sister is only eleven years old and already at the fifth level of Qi Refining.”

Every disciple of the Liu family suddenly felt a chill run down their spines, an inexplicable sense of foreboding washing over them. Little did they know that their most admired young master had just dug a pit for them.

As the goshawk flew away, Liu Canglan picked up the manual again, immersing himself in its teachings.

Completely unaware that the junior sister he thought was diligently cultivating was, in fact, casually dropping his name elsewhere.

…..

Black Market, a private chamber.

The black-clad man’s attitude toward Feng Qingran shifted instantly.

After all, the outcome of battles between Nascent Soul cultivators often hinged on whose spiritual domain was stronger. And aside from cultivation itself, the best way to enhance one’s spiritual domain was by consuming Spirit Origin Fruits.

Many Nascent Soul experts would willingly bankrupt themselves for just one of these fruits—yet they were priceless treasures, nearly impossible to obtain.

Now, Feng Qingran was claiming she had multiple Spirit Origin Fruits. There was no way he was letting her leave.

“Miss, my apologies for my earlier rudeness,” the man said, his voice laced with contrition. “Please, sit. Let’s discuss this further.”

Feng Qingran obediently sat back down and produced a small box. “This is the Spirit Origin Fruit. You can inspect it first.”

Before the man could stop her, she opened the lid.

Instantly, several powerful auras locked onto them from the surroundings.

“Close it—now!” The man’s voice lost its usual rasp, urgency sharpening his tone.

Feng Qingran blinked, feigning ignorance as she shut the box. “I just wanted you to verify it. After all, Nascent Soul cultivators have their pride. If the item wasn’t up to their standards—”

“I’m satisfied. I’ll take the mission!” A gruff voice boomed from outside the door.

Before the words faded, another voice cut in, “Back off, Fifth Brother. This mission is mine.”

Then came a sultry, intoxicating voice. “Move aside, both of you. You’re too ugly for this little girl’s task. I’m the perfect fit.”

“Seriously, Boss? You’re already at Virtual God realm. How shameless can you get, snatching missions from us?” Fifth Brother’s voice dripped with resentment.

Behind his mask, the black-clad man’s expression twisted in frustration. If it were just Third and Fifth Brother, he could still manage.

But now even Li Niang had shown up. He knew there was no way he could monopolize the Spirit Origin Fruit anymore.

Feng Qingran rose gracefully, her tone polite but firm. “Esteemed seniors, why not come in and discuss this properly? I also have Heavenly Origin Fruits—more suitable for Virtual God cultivators.”

BANG!

The door was kicked open.

A figure flashed before Feng Qingran. “Do you really have Heavenly Origin Fruits?”

Despite the crushing pressure of a Virtual God’s aura, Feng Qingran remained unshaken, nodding calmly.

The Demon Emperor was ruthless, wielding pure demonic energy. Against Nascent Soul cultivators, he stood a chance.

But Virtual Gods were different. Their Nascent Souls had already transformed into Divine Souls, rendering them immune to demonic corruption. There was no fear of the Demon Emperor’s underhanded tricks.

“Tsk, tsk. Little girl,” Li Niang purred, her curvaceous figure swaying as she studied Feng Qingran. “Aren’t you afraid we’ll just kill you and take the treasures?”

“Not at all.” Feng Qingran’s gaze was clear, devoid of fear. “A wise and beautiful sister like you, who’s reached Virtual God realm, must understand that someone who can casually produce Heavenly Origin Fruits and Spirit Origin Fruits… isn’t someone you should kill.”

(Though, in truth, her palms were sweating. The pressure of a Virtual God was intense.)

“What a clever little thing.” Li Niang sauntered to a seat and sat down, her every movement exuding allure.

The black-clad man had vacated his spot the moment she entered.

Li Niang picked up the portrait on the table, her delicate fingers brushing the paper. “Care to explain why you want to monitor an idiot?”

Feng Qingran met Li Niang’s captivating eyes, her own gaze transparent. “I’d prefer to discuss this with you alone.”

Li Niang glanced at the three men still in the room. A surge of her oppressive aura made them grimace, and they reluctantly filed out, shutting the door behind them.

With a graceful wave of her jade-like hand, Li Niang erected a powerful barrier.

Feng Qingran’s eyes flickered slightly. In her mind, Yuan Bao’s voice piped up, “Master, how can she use spiritual energy here?”

“Because she’s the Black Market’s enforcer.”

Cutting off the mental link, Feng Qingran suppressed her wariness. Li Niang’s strength was not to be underestimated.

Li Niang retracted her aura and tilted her head. “Well? Speak.”

Feng Qingran’s expression turned solemn. “Senior, do you believe… dreams can foretell the future?”

Li Niang’s brows arched, intrigue lighting her eyes. She gestured for Feng Qingran to continue.