Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 36

The atmosphere within Lingyun Sect was exceptionally harmonious, completely free of the scheming and infighting common elsewhere.

However, cultivators were still human, and humans naturally have their preferences.

In Lingyun Sect, the Eldest Senior Brother and the Fourth Senior Brother were closer, while Third Senior Sister and Fifth Senior Sister were like biological sisters, sharing everything with each other.

Sixth Senior Brother liked to stick around Fifth Senior Sister and Eighth Senior Brother. The Second Senior Brother was a lone wolf, often disappearing without a trace.

Only Mo Jinghong seemed to interact with everyone, yet he always consciously maintained a certain distance from each person.

Mo Jinghong was exceptionally good to everyone in the sect. The Sumeru Rings everyone possessed were forged by him, and all kinds of protective magical artifacts and pills were given out under Ye Wentian’s name.

Even the tea he prepared for each person was different.

If not for Mo Jinghong, Feng Qingran suspected Lingyun Sect would have disbanded long ago—their master was far too unreliable!

For two whole years, not only had their master not returned to Lingyun Sect, but he hadn’t sent a single message either.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingran couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for Mo Jinghong. He was practically raising eight children single-handedly, worrying about everything.

A flicker of amusement passed over Mo Jinghong’s devastatingly handsome features. He didn’t respond, instead turning his gaze back to Qin Hanyan.

“Seventh Senior Brother, I have a question. Why must we undergo our tribulations at the summit of Cloud Piercing Mountain? Is this the only place the lightning can strike?” Feng Qingran always felt Lingyun Sect hid many secrets.

Moreover, the sky above the sect was perpetually shrouded in thick, white clouds—the actual sky was never visible.

“Mmm.”

“Seventh Senior Brother, is the tribulation lightning for everyone silver?” Feng Qingran had wanted to ask this since the first bolt struck.

The original texts never described other people’s tribulation scenes in detail, reserving extensive descriptions only for Su Yanran’s each time.

But she clearly remembered: Su Yanran faced purple lightning during her tribulations.

Purple lightning was the lightning of the Heavenly Dao, containing the dual forces of destruction and rebirth.

Undergoing a tribulation meant casting off the old self and moving toward rebirth.

After surviving a tribulation, every cultivator’s lifespan would extend multiple times over. This was why, even though some cultivators died during their tribulations, countless others still rushed to undergo theirs—the benefits were unimaginable.

“Junior Sister, what do you mean by that?” Mo Jinghong’s voice was cool, his gaze deep and penetrating.

Feng Qingran’s eyes flickered. “Ancient texts record that the lightning produced from a cultivator’s mutated spiritual roots is silver lightning—containing only destruction and ruin. The lightning bestowed by the Heavenly Dao should be purple, containing destruction, rebirth, fortune, and more.”

“You know quite a bit. But who told you the current ‘Heaven’ is truly Heaven?” The usual youthful demeanor faded from Mo Jinghong.

His world-toppling face now carried an air of aloof disdain. His entire presence radiated immense power and peerless nobility.

Facing this version of Mo Jinghong, Feng Qingran felt not a trace of fear. Instead, she felt this was how he truly was meant to be.

Mo Jinghong raised his wrist, and with a flick of his sleeve, a powerful gust of wind shot toward Qin Hanyan. “Today, let’s see the secret of this tribulation lightning.”

Instantly—

It seemed as if something around Qin Hanyan shattered.

Feng Qingran’s eyes widened. Above Qin Hanyan’s head, a mass of purple lightning now coiled, resembling an ancient primordial dragon that inspired involuntary reverence.

The moment the silver lightning struck, it was entirely devoured by the purple lightning.

Immediately after, the purple lightning exhaled a gentle, warm energy that flowed into Qin Hanyan’s body. Even from a distance, Feng Qingran could tell that energy was something incredibly beneficial.

By the time the remaining lightning finished striking, Feng Qingran distinctly felt the purple lightning had plumped up a whole size.

It wasn’t terrifying at all—in fact, it was kind of cute!

Feng Qingran immediately shook her head. How could she be disrespectful to the purple lightning?

“Seventh Senior Brother, if the Heavenly Dao is abnormal, why did you let Third Senior Sister endure being struck by the lightning?” Feng Qingran asked, puzzled.

“Every cultivator must endure the tribulation lightning. Defying the heavens isn’t just empty words. Without experiencing that feeling of being pushed to the brink of death to be reborn, it’s difficult to achieve true enlightenment. Their future path would inevitably be limited.”

“Luan Jin, take her back to Hanyan Peak.” Mo Jinghong’s expression was cool, showing little fluctuation.

“Seventh Senior Brother, how is Luan Jin getting Third Senior Sister on its back? Let me help it… it…” Feng Qingran stammered.

Luan Jin transformed into a girl of fifteen or sixteen, flew to the mountaintop, hoisted Qin Hanyan onto her shoulder, and flew out of sight.

Feng Qingran’s eye twitched. A creature that could take human form was at least a Divine Beast! So Luan Jin wasn’t a Sacred Beast, but a Divine Beast!?

She had been making a Divine Beast cook spirit meals for her all this time? She was utterly sinful!

A Divine Beast!

A Divine Beast, once in ten millennia! Wouldn’t it be better to keep it around for showing off?

“Seventh Senior Brother, is that Luan Jin… a Divine Beast?” Feng Qingran asked, clinging to hope.

Seeing Mo Jinghong shake his head, Feng Qingran immediately breathed a sigh of relief. However, his next words made her heart tremble.

“Luan Jin is a Fierce Beast.” Mo Jinghong’s eyebrow lifted slightly. His junior sister had quite a few misunderstandings.

Feng Qingran wrung her hands together, extremely nervous. The Fierce Beast Seventh Senior Brother mentioned—it couldn’t be the kind she was thinking of, could it?

Legends said Fierce Beasts were inherently cruel and savage, loved eating humans—one bite per person, without even spitting out the bones!

But Luan Jin was proud and tsundere, knew how to cook, pruned the trees on the Tenth Peak…

Wait a minute?

Why would a Fierce Beast like Luan Jin be so good to her?

Her eyes glazed over, Feng Qingran asked, “Seventh Senior Brother, I… I… wouldn’t happen to be livestock Luan Jin is raising for food, would I?”

Mo Jinghong denied it outright. “Luan Jin’s meal requires at least a hundred pigs. The reason it’s willing to take care of you on the Tenth Peak is to earn spirit stones to buy pork.”

Feng Qingran: !!!

Tiny little Luan Jin had such a huge appetite!

“Seventh Senior Brother, are you sure you’re not just trying to scare me?”

“No. Your other senior brothers and sisters don’t dare to hire Luan Jin. It can only find work on the Tenth Peak.” A hint of laughter tinged Mo Jinghong’s cool eyes, the coldness around him fading slightly.