Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 33

Two years later.

Ominous dark clouds loomed over the Lingyun Sect.

BOOM!—
BOOM!—

A terrifying aura enveloped the entire sect, stirring countless powerful experts from their secluded cultivation.

Throughout Qingyun Province, every cultivator above the Nascent Soul stage could feel the tremors shaking the mountains and earth.

Feng Qingran had just finished consolidating her realm and stepped out of her cave abode when a deafening thunderclap startled her. It wasn’t time for her breakthrough yet, was it?

“Little Junior Sister, you’re finally out! Come with me, quick!” A man in white robes approached from afar, riding a crane. His stature was as tall and straight as bamboo, with a noble and imposing presence, and an air of pride between his brows.

“Sixth Senior Brother, did you run into trouble with your cultivation?” Feng Qingran asked with a bright smile.

Baili Wenye’s expression stiffened. Over the past two years, driven by the fear of being left behind by his fellow sect members, he had pushed himself relentlessly from the mid-stage Golden Core realm to the late stage. He never imagined he could advance from mid to late Golden Core in just eight years.

In any other sect, he would have been bursting with pride, too pleased with himself to find north!

But here, he didn’t dare grow complacent. Every disciple in the Lingyun Sect was a monster. One misstep, and he’d be overtaken.

Baili Wenye forced an awkward smile. “Little Junior Sister, we’ve been grinding for two years straight. Can’t we take a break?”

“Sixth Senior Brother, no one’s stopping you from relaxing. But if I recall correctly, Big Senior Brother is at the peak of Nascent Soul, Second Senior Brother is about to break through to Nascent Soul, Third Senior Sister is already advancing to Nascent Soul, Fourth Senior Brother seems to be…” Feng Qingran blinked her clear, almond-shaped eyes, her expression utterly innocent.

Baili Wenye held his forehead, cutting her off urgently. “Alright, Little Junior Sister, that’s enough. I came to take you to watch Third Senior Sister and Seventh Junior Brother face their tribulation. There will be spirit rain after the lightning tribulation—it’ll be good for you.”

Feng Qingran summoned Luan Jin, and the two set off for the back mountain together.

“Really, Sixth Senior Brother, there’s no need to stress. After all, I’m only at the second level of Foundation Establishment. With me at the bottom, no one will laugh at you,” Feng Qingran said cheerfully, seated atop Luan Jin.

“Holy crap!” Baili Wenye stared at her as if he’d seen a ghost. “Little Junior Sister, you only built your foundation a year ago, and now you’re telling me… you’re at the second level of Foundation Establishment?”

Feng Qingran’s crystal-like eyes curved into smiles. “I owe it all to the guidance from all my senior brothers and sisters. With my mediocre talent, I’d surely be even slower otherwise.”

Baili Wenye was deeply shaken. Little Junior Sister was just as much of a monster as Seventh Junior Brother!

It had taken him ten years to advance from the first level of Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment, let alone what came after. Moving from the first to the second level of Foundation Establishment alone took him a full four years!

Back then, he had been smug and incredibly proud, challenging disciples from other sects who had entered around the same time. Without exception, he emerged victorious every time.

That had given him a huge confidence boost, and he stopped comparing his cultivation speed with others in the sect.

But then Little Junior Sister arrived, and his life turned upside down.

If Feng Qingran knew what Baili Wenye was thinking, she would tell him: You’re a major villain in the original story. If you aren’t driven to death by the competitive pressure, you’ll likely be killed by Su Yanran.

“Little Junior Sister, I must participate in the sect competition three months from now!” Baili Wenye decided to go beat up some weaker opponents to regain his confidence.

As they spoke, they arrived at the back mountain of the Lingyun Sect, known as Mount Yunxiao.

Its peak pierced through the clouds, and the mountainsides were layered with lush, emerald greenery.

Every disciple of the Lingyun Sect had to come to Mount Yunxiao to face their tribulation.

Luan Jin carried Feng Qingran to Mo Jinghong’s side.

From this spot, they could look up and see the mountain summit shrouded in thunderclouds, fierce winds raging, and tree shadows swaying violently.

“Seventh Senior Brother, I heard you’re about to face the Nascent Soul tribulation. Congratulations,” Feng Qingran said as she hopped down from Luan Jin’s back.

Mo Jinghong stood tall and graceful, his features strikingly handsome. Compared to his younger teenage self, he now appeared slightly more mature.

Yet, his every movement still carried an undeniable air of nobility.

His pitch-black eyes were as bright and mysterious as the stars.

“You’re not doing too bad either,” Mo Jinghong said, ruffling Feng Qingran’s hair. The sleeves of his robe seemed to carry a gust of wind, and an unmistakable nobility radiated from his expression.

Feng Qingran gazed up at the mountain peak, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. “The lightning tribulation for breaking through to Nascent Soul is actually this terrifying!”

Baili Wenye nodded in agreement. “The Nascent Soul tribulation has eighteen lightning strikes, and the Divine Transformation tribulation has thirty-six. With Third Senior Sister and Seventh Junior Brother combined, it feels like they could blast this mountain bare!”

This was Feng Qingran’s first time witnessing a tribulation so directly, and the pressure felt immense.

The book mentioned countless cultivators who had died during their lightning tribulations. Those who truly survived were always people blessed with great fortune.

Third Senior Sister was a villain in the original story, so she would undoubtedly survive.

But Feng Qingran still worried—had her changes to the original plot created a butterfly effect?

Baili Wenye said anxiously, “If only Big Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother weren’t in seclusion, they could help Third Senior Sister withstand part of the tribulation.”

He was only at the late Golden Core stage and couldn’t endure a Nascent Soul-level lightning tribulation.

Just then—

Ning Shiyue arrived on her sword, dressed in yellow robes. Her complexion was as smooth as jade, her beauty radiant like the morning sun, her figure graceful and brimming with lively energy.

Ning Shiyue flew straight to the mountain summit, stopping just a few steps away from Qin Hanyan.

Baili Wenye’s sword-like brows furrowed deeply, and he shouted, “Fifth Senior Sister, get back here now! It’s dangerous!”