Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 26

Lingyun Inn, Guest Room.

“Seventh Senior Brother, you seem quite at ease, don’t you?” Feng Qingran glared at the exquisitely handsome young man before her, her eyes nearly rolling to the back of her head in exasperation.

Turns out, Mo Jinghong hadn’t even entered the black market. After tricking her into going in alone, he had simply returned here to enjoy a cup of tea.

Mo Jinghong placed a cup of fragrant tea in front of Feng Qingran. “Little Junior Sister, drink this, and then it’s time to return to the sect to cultivate.”

Feng Qingran clenched the teacup, barely resisting the urge to fling its contents into his face.

No!

Don’t do it!

She couldn’t beat him in a fight—at least not yet.

Downing the tea in one gulp, she slammed the cup down and stormed out without waiting for him.

Watching Feng Qingran leave in a huff, Mo Jinghong’s lips curled faintly. He leisurely packed away the tea set before finally rising to follow.

…..

Outside the Casting City.

Feng Qingran ran into Su Yanran—the very person she had been avoiding.

Her emotions were tangled. On one hand, she wanted Su Yanran dead. But on the other, many of the atrocities Su Yanran would commit hadn’t happened yet. Killing an enemy who was still ignorant of their future crimes didn’t sit right with her.

Besides, the Heart-Questioning Lightning during her tribulation would make her pay dearly for it.

“Sister, what are you doing here?” Su Yanran approached with feigned warmth, her gaze repeatedly flickering to Feng Qingran’s wrist.

Good, the bracelet is still there. This time, she would find a way to take it.

Su Yanran felt the gloom that had weighed on her lift instantly.

Feng Qingran narrowed her apricot-shaped eyes, her face icy. The killing intent she had just suppressed surged back.

Su Yanran’s delicate face twisted into a pitiful expression. “Sister, I’ve always wanted to ask—why have you hated me from the moment we met? We’ve only seen each other twice!”

“If you know I hate you, why do you keep approaching me?” Feng Qingran’s voice was frosty.

“I don’t know. From the first moment I saw you, I liked you.” Su Yanran gazed at Feng Qingran’s breathtakingly beautiful face, jealousy gnawing at her heart.

If Feng Qingran had joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, she wouldn’t have had to endure Sheng Shike’s bullying.

Feng Qingran’s eyes turned colder. “Do you even believe your own words?”

“Sister, I truly want to be your friend.” Su Yanran’s voice trembled with hurt, making Feng Qingran seem like the unreasonable one.

Feng Qingran studied Su Yanran with a dark, unreadable gaze. Had she not witnessed Su Yanran’s murderous cruelty firsthand, she might have wondered if her hatred stemmed solely from her knowledge of the novel’s plot.

“You and I will never be friends,” Feng Qingran stated firmly.

Su Yanran’s lowered eyes darkened. She recalled the information she had gathered about Feng Qingran:

Orphaned at a young age, Feng Qingran lived under someone else’s roof for five years, enduring a life worse than a dog’s. She only escaped that wretched village by chance, stumbling into the sect recruitment trials.

Meanwhile, she, Su Yanran, came from a noble family, with loving parents. The Su family might not be among the elite, but they were leagues above someone like Feng Qingran. What right did Feng Qingran have to reject her?

And she was a disciple of a Heavenly Sword Sect elder—the number one sect in the world!

As for Feng Qingran’s so-called “Lingyun Sect”? She had asked countless seniors—no one had ever heard of it.

What gave Feng Qingran the right to act so aloof?

Su Yanran lifted her chin, a smug glint in her eyes. “Sister, if you truly dislike me, I won’t force it. But if you ever find yourself struggling, you can always come to me.”

Feng Qingran remained silent, her fingers brushing the jade bracelet on her wrist. Was this what Su Yanran was after?

Inside the bracelet’s spatial realm, a tiny spirit swinging a hoe suddenly remembered the Solid Origin Pill incident.

“Master, the Solid Origin Pill Su Yanran gave you contains Spirit-Dissolving Grass. Not only would it prevent a breakthrough, but it would also sever spiritual roots. And once ingested, no traces would remain detectable.”

Feng Qingran’s glass-like eyes flashed with murderous intent.

No wonder even the cold-hearted Demon Emperor fell for Su Yanran—they were two of a kind.

The little spirit sensed her killing intent and hurriedly added, “Master, you can’t kill her yet! There’s no karmic tie between you. If you strike first, your tribulation will be disastrous!”

The Golden Core tribulation consisted of nine lightning strikes, one of which was the Heart-Questioning Lightning. Countless cultivators had perished under its judgment.

But in the ruthless world of cultivation, how many could truly claim a clear conscience?

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill her now,” Feng Qingran replied coolly. She knew Su Yanran was the protagonist—killing her wouldn’t be so easy.

If Su Yanran’s current body was destroyed, she could simply possess another and hide in the shadows.

An enemy lurking in the dark was far more dangerous than one in the open.

Seeing Su Yanran still lingering, Feng Qingran asked coldly, “Is there anything else?”

Su Yanran’s gaze lingered on Feng Qingran’s light-blue brocade robes, her eyes narrowing. Where would a homeless stray like Feng Qingran get the spirit stones for such fine clothing?

Then, taking in Feng Qingran’s peerless beauty, a thought struck her.

A helpless young girl with no backing—how else could she survive, let alone live in luxury, unless she sold herself?

“Sister, don’t worry. I won’t look down on you. Your secret is safe with me,” Su Yanran said, convinced she had uncovered Feng Qingran’s shame.

Feng Qingran had heard enough of this pretentious drivel and turned to leave.

Just then—

Mo Jinghong emerged from the city gates, his white robes pristine as fresh snow, his aura transcendent.

Su Yanran looked up—and froze.

The young man’s jade-like bearing resembled a deity descended from the heavens, every movement exuding nobility.

Most captivating were his starry eyes—glimmering yet sharp, impossible to forget.

As he approached, Su Yanran heard him speak—

“Little Junior Sister, sorry to keep you waiting.”