Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 39

“Fellow cultivator, I swear I was just passing by. Would you believe me?” Hu Yunxiang forced a smile and asked cautiously.

“Would a mere passerby need to use a fifth-grade array disk to break a formation?” Liu Canglan’s gentle eyes held a trace of coldness, his voice steady and deep.

Fear flashed across Hu Yunxiang’s face—Liu Canglan was also an array master!

Only an array master could identify the grade of an array disk at a glance, especially for cultivators below the Void God stage.

“Fellow cultivator, this is all a misunderstanding. Please give me a chance. I’ll roll away right now!” Hu Yunxiang desperately wanted to flee but didn’t dare.

The onlookers were surprised that Hu Yunxiang, an array master himself, showed such fear toward a sword cultivator.

“Is that array disk really fifth-grade?” someone whispered nearby.

Everyone knew that array disks, like magical instruments, were graded from first to tenth tier, followed by Immortal, Saint, Emperor, and Divine tiers.

In these times, array arts had declined, and along with them, related techniques and artifacts had also become rare.

Most commonly seen were first, second, or third-tier array disks. Even a fourth-tier array disk was a rarity.

An array master capable of wielding a fifth-tier array disk was undoubtedly among the elite.

“I’m more curious about how that man in white recognized its grade.”

“Could it be?” someone gasped excitedly. “Are we witnessing two array masters today?”

“Do you think array masters grow on trees? Consider yourself lucky to meet one, let alone two. Keep dreaming!”

…

Meanwhile, Hu Yunxiang was inwardly weeping. Could they please lower their voices? Their chatter was disrupting his desperate attempt to appease the man above him.

If Liu Canglan were provoked, everyone present would face dire consequences.

Noting Liu Canglan’s silent gaze fixed on his array disk, Hu Yunxiang swallowed nervously. Could it be that the fellow cultivator had taken a liking to his array disk?

But this was the Hu family’s treasured heirloom! He couldn’t just give it away, or he’d be beaten to death when he returned home!

Risking it all, Hu Yunxiang spoke up, “Fellow cultivator, what kind of… position would you prefer?”

Liu Canglan’s expression turned peculiar, his gentle eyes glinting with a mysterious light as he stared silently at Hu Yunxiang.

Hu Yunxiang’s heart raced, and he wished he could slap himself. “Fellow cultivator, please don’t be angry! It’s a misunderstanding! I meant to ask—how would you like me to roll away? I’ll demonstrate right now.”

“Hahaha… Senior Brother, this guy is quite amusing.”

A hearty laugh rang out as a man holding a folding fan emerged through the mist, riding his sword to stop beside Liu Canglan.

Dressed in luxurious, glossy satin robes, the man had handsome features, and an air of noble elegance that his fan could scarcely conceal.

Hu Yunxiang clutched the jade pendant in his hand—it glowed with a yellowish-brown light, indicating a Golden Core peak cultivation level. And judging by Mu Qianjue’s appearance, he was under a hundred years old.

Hu Yunxiang felt utterly dismayed. He must have forgotten to check the almanac before leaving home today!

“Qianjue, this person trespassed by breaking the sect’s formation. Handle it,” Liu Canglan said. He had called Mu Qianjue precisely to deal with these individuals. As a Nascent Soul cultivator, it was beneath him to take action against a group of Golden Core cultivators.

But if these people weren’t warned, everyone would think Lingyun Sect was an easy target.

Besides, challenging a fifth-tier array disk would be good practice for Mu Qianjue’s breakthrough, given his Golden Core peak cultivation.

“Senior Brother, I only came to watch the show,” Mu Qianjue said, his captivating peach-blossom eyes slightly seductive as he gently waved his fan, exuding an air of refined charm.

A quick glance told him that none of these people were a match for him, so he saw no need to intervene.

“Below is a fifth-tier array disk. I’ve added an illusion formation to it. Go give it a try,” Liu Canglan said calmly.

Many major sects used array disks to create illusions for their disciples to train in.

Unfortunately, he only had a tenth-tier array disk gifted by his junior sister, which was too advanced for Golden Core cultivators.

Hearing it was a fifth-tier array disk, Mu Qianjue’s interest was piqued.

Last time, he’d been trapped in a tenth-tier array disk for a month before Senior Brother finally released him. After that, no matter how much he pleaded, Liu Canglan refused to let him back in.

Mu Qianjue descended on his sword to where Hu Yunxiang stood. Hu Yunxiang, meanwhile, had already fled the array disk and was lying on the ground some distance away.

Mu Qianjue waved his fan gracefully, smiling charmingly at the bewildered guard. “Will you leave on your own, or shall I escort you out?”

“I’ll do it myself,” the guard replied, swiftly flying out of the array disk.

Liu Canglan raised his slender, well-defined hand and tossed out more than a dozen top-grade spirit stones. The stones landed at the eight trigrams positions and other key points of the array disk.

Instantly, the ten Heavenly Stems and twelve Earthly Branches of the array were activated, and Mu Qianjue vanished from sight.

An overwhelming pressure emanated from Liu Canglan.

Hu Yunxiang, only at the Foundation Establishment stage, trembled, his legs shaking as he clenched his fists to avoid collapsing.

The other Golden Core cultivators weren’t faring much better—sweat beaded on their foreheads, and they struggled to breathe.

“Fellow cultivator, even if you’re a Nascent Soul cultivator, you can’t just seize things by force, can you?” Hu Yunxiang panicked as he lost connection with his contracted array disk.

This array disk was his only trump card. If he lost it, he didn’t dare imagine the consequences.

The crowd was stunned into silence upon learning Liu Canglan was a Nascent Soul expert. A Golden Core cultivator under a hundred was impressive, but a Nascent Soul cultivator of the same age was truly unparalleled.

“When you forcefully broke the formation, did you consider that you were seizing by force?” Liu Canglan’s brow carried a hint of indifference.