Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 59

A cold gleam flickered in Mo Jinghong’s captivating eyes as he remained silent. He tightened his grip on the immortal pearl in his hand, retrieved a Lock Immortal Box from his spatial storage, and carefully placed the pearl inside.

Instantly, Li Ziming’s skin shriveled like dried bark, his teeth fell out, and his hair turned completely white. He no longer had the strength to make a sound.

Mo Jinghong had left him with a trace of immortal roots to sustain his life, ensuring he clung to his last breath.

Mo Jinghong then took out a jade flute and blew into it a few times.

A fierce beast shot out from within the poisonous miasma. It resembled a black dog.

The black dog crouched beside Li Ziming, drool dripping all over him. “Is this my meal?”

“No,” Mo Jinghong’s lips barely moved as he tossed a bottle of pills to the black dog. “Feed him one pill each year. Don’t let him die. You can do whatever you want with the rest. Now go back.”

The black dog’s eyes filled with discontent. “You show me food but won’t let me eat it? Are you testing me?”

“Indeed. If you could control your appetite like Luan Jin, you could come out too.” With a wave of his hand, both Li Ziming and the black dog vanished.

The poisonous miasma was more than just a miasma; at its deepest layer lay a barrier imprisoning fierce beasts.

Mo Jinghong turned his gaze to Ye Wentian, who was cautiously inching away.

Ye Wentian froze completely. “I was just… stretching my legs! I wasn’t trying to sneak off!”

A cold light shone in Mo Jinghong’s almond-shaped eyes as he took out a teleportation talisman. “Baili Yuanmo sent a message to Lingyun Inn, asking you to oversee the auction.”

“How many spirit stones did he offer?” Ye Wentian’s eyes lit up.

“Heh. Shifu, your face is truly thick. How can you even ask for spirit stones? From the founding of Lingyun Sect until now, how many spirit stones have you ever contributed?” Mo Jinghong replied, handing the teleportation talisman to Ye Wentian.

His every movement exuded nobility, as elegant as a jade tree in the wind.

Ye Wentian accepted the talisman with a guilty conscience, too ashamed to speak.

It was true—he hadn’t contributed a single spirit stone since the sect’s founding!

The teleportation talisman Mo Jinghong provided was of a high grade. Within a few hours, the two of them arrived in Qingyun Prefecture’s main city.

They first went to see the pavilion master, Baili Yuanmo.

Mo Jinghong left Ye Wentian with Baili Yuanmo and went to Feng Qingran’s room.

Seeing that Feng Qingran had almost finished eating, Mo Jinghong placed some more spiritual food on the table.

“Seventh Senior Brother, you’re truly the best!” Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes sparkled with joy. “I think this Shumo Pavilion is quite good. Knowing that the sale of the Tianyuan Fruit would inevitably stir up a storm in Qingyun Prefecture, they specifically asked Shifu to warn everyone not to harm the innocent.”

“That line was added by Shifu himself. He didn’t want to see everyone fighting and killing each other over a single Tianyuan Fruit…”

After all, a greater enemy still loomed ahead.

Mo Jinghong kept this last thought to himself.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes. It seemed the course of events could not be altered.

“Seventh Senior Brother, this is my fault. I was the one who took out the…” Feng Qingran finally realized and felt deeply remorseful.

Mo Jinghong shook his head gently. “It’s not your fault. The Tianyuan Fruit was bound to appear sooner or later. After all, it’s time for Powerhouses at the Integration stage to emerge.”

A memory flashed through Feng Qingran’s mind.

In the original storyline, it seemed that even near the end, there was no mention of any Integration stage venerables?

However, if other Integration stage venerables existed, she would need to be cautious when obtaining the inheritance and giving it to her master later.

Feng Qingran decided to set these thoughts aside. “Seventh Senior Brother, I have another question. Why did Shifu give everyone half an hour to prepare? If someone has already bought the Tianyuan Fruit, who would stick around?”

A jade-like light gleamed in Mo Jinghong’s eyes as he dispelled the barrier. “Junior Sister, keep watching.”

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On the auction stage, Manling brought out another box.

It caused another uproar. “Holy cow! Don’t tell me there’s another Tianyuan Fruit?”

“I wonder if the one who bid 501 million regrets it now. If there are two Tianyuan Fruits, there was no need to fight so fiercely…”

“Shh! Are you trying to get yourself killed? If the people on the ninth floor hear you, you’ll be hunted down!”

“No wonder that venerable asked everyone to prepare for half an hour. He must be giving them time to go back and get more spirit stones!”

…

Xiao Qingfeng of Huoyun Sect was so furious his eyes nearly burst. He stared fixedly at the box in Manling’s hands.

Pfft!—

He spat out a mouthful of blood.

Xiao Qingfeng gnashed his teeth. “Baili Yuanmo! You’ve been playing me for a fool!”

His gaze was piercingly cold. “Elder, there’s no need to prepare the spirit stones. We’ll take this Tianyuan Fruit and leave immediately. I will definitely make Baili Yuanmo pay for today’s humiliation!”

However, just as Xiao Qingfeng took a step forward, Manling opened the box.

Instantly, Xiao Qingfeng froze. The aura emanating from the box wasn’t that of a Tianyuan Fruit—it felt more like…!

“Quick, Elder! Gather all the spirit stones from the Xiao Family and the sect! We must spare no expense, even if it means bankrupting ourselves!” Xiao Qingfeng urged, his breathing frantic.

The Elder narrowed his cold eyes, nodded, and vanished.

Xiao Qingfeng now hated Baili Yuanmo even more. Why hadn’t he mentioned the half-step immortal-grade technique earlier?

Feng Qingran had no idea that she had unintentionally caused trouble for Baili Yuanmo.

At that moment, she was happily watching Manling open the box on the auction stage.

Feng Qingran pondered, between the “Tiangang Nine Swords” and the Tianyuan Fruit, which one was more valuable?

Just then—

The communication token at her waist vibrated. She glanced at Mo Jinghong. “Seventh Senior Brother, please wait a moment. I need to reply to a message.”

Feng Qingran stood up, walked to the back, and took out her communication token.

[Pavilion Master, many cultivators have come to Qinghe Pavilion offering various treasures in exchange for top-grade spirit stones. Some of the treasures are extremely rare, and I’m afraid accepting them might bring trouble. I seek your instructions.]