Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 60

Qinghe Tower was originally called Qinghe Bank.

Two years ago, she had secretly established Qinghe Bank to receive information from Li Niang.

It wasn’t until a year ago that she developed the communication token.

The communication token was different from message talismans.

It could be reused, could send group messages, and had no distance limitations—it worked anywhere within Qingyun Prefecture.

Feng Qingran had sent the communication tokens to Qinghe Bank and asked the manager to try selling them.

She never expected they would sell like hotcakes, so she changed Qinghe Bank to Qinghe Tower, specializing in selling communication tokens.

Later, the manager expanded Qinghe Tower’s scale and began selling various spirit talismans, pills, and other items.

Feng Qingran picked up her communication token and replied, “Go ahead and exchange them. For those you find agreeable, give more spirit stones; for those you don’t, give fewer. After the exchange, store the treasures in a storage ring and place it in the usual spot.”

“Once everything is handled, give everyone an extra month’s pay, then take a one-month break. When you return, I have major arrangements.”

A reply came quickly: [Understood, Tower Master. Everything will be handled.]

The manager and Feng Qingran were bound by a loyalty contract, so she had no worries about him running off.

She looked at the communication token in her hand—this was an upgraded version.

Several new functions had been added to the token.

All cultivators could now post what they saw and heard on the “Nine Provinces Bulletin.”

Additionally, as long as they were close enough, everyone could share images and sounds. This feature was inspired by Yuan Bao’s ability to share consciousness.

So now, she had vast amounts of spirit stones at her disposal. All she needed was to wait for the right opportunity to spread the communication tokens throughout the Nine Provinces continent.

By then, even while she slept, countless spirit stones would flow into her pockets.

Feng Qingran smiled contentedly, put away her communication token, and walked out.

Mo Jinghong didn’t ask a single question, but Feng Qingran couldn’t help feeling guilty. Surely, Seventh Senior Brother didn’t have the habit of eavesdropping, right?

For now, she didn’t want to mention Qinghe Tower to anyone from Lingyun Sect!

After all, everyone in Lingyun Sect was fiercely dedicated to their cultivation. If they found out she had time to research other things and had secretly opened Qinghe Tower…

“Little Junior Sister, you’ve grown up and have secrets now,” Mo Jinghong said meaningfully as he poured her a cup of tea.

“Seventh Senior Brother…” Feng Qingran sat down guiltily. “What are you talking about?”

“Here are the tea leaves you wanted.” Mo Jinghong took out an ornate box and handed it to Feng Qingran.

Feng Qingran accepted the box gleefully. After a moment’s thought, she waved her jade-like hand, and a Spirit Gathering Basin appeared before Mo Jinghong.

Then, with a sweep of her sleeve, the basin was instantly filled with Spirit Origin Fruits.

“I don’t have much to give you, Seventh Senior Brother, so here are some fruits. Since you’ve just advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, they’ll be perfect for enhancing your domain power,” Feng Qingran said casually.

If those who had just fought frantically over the Spirit Origin Fruits saw this scene, they’d probably spit blood.

The corner of Mo Jinghong’s mouth twitched, and a smile bloomed in his poetic, picturesque eyes. He raised his elegant hand and stored both the basin and the fruits in his spatial storage.

“Little Junior Sister, you’re as generous as ever.”

“You’re too kind, Seventh Senior Brother. I’m still counting on you to look after me,” Feng Qingran said, munching on spiritual food as she turned her attention back to the auction stage.

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On the auction stage.

Manling explained, “The ‘Tiangang Nine Swords’ is not the final item. There is still one more mysterious item afterward, which I believe will surely satisfy everyone.”

“As for comparing the value of the final item to the ‘Tiangang Nine Swords’—it’s hard to say.”

“But rest assured, everyone, the Pavilion Master has brought out even the treasures kept at the very bottom of the chest this time. We guarantee your satisfaction!”

As soon as Manling finished speaking, noise erupted from the fifth floor and below.

“This Shumo Pavilion is both lovable and hateful!”

“Why am I so poor? I wish I could casually spend hundreds of millions of top-grade spirit stones too…”

“Keep dreaming! Their wealth was accumulated over several lifetimes. How could you hope to match it in just one?”

“One day, I’ll defy fate and become richer than all other cultivators!”

“Brother, wake up. This is an auction, not your personal stage. Isn’t it enough to just witness others’ glory?”

…

Half an hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Thud!—

Manling tapped her gavel sideways.

Instantly, Feng Qingran clearly sensed an increase in powerful auras within the pavilion.

She was curious—how much could this foundational sword manual sell for?

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to auction off better techniques; she had inquired and found that there were no techniques above the Earth grade in the entire continent.

This point baffled Feng Qingran.

But in the original storyline, Su Yanran cultivated techniques all above the Heaven grade. So why were there no techniques above the Earth grade in the Nine Provinces continent?

“Seventh Senior Brother, how much do you think this technique manual will sell for?” Feng Qingran asked, her willow-like eyebrows raised and her almond-shaped eyes blinking.

“How much it sells for depends on how wealthy these people are.”

Feng Qingran’s eyebrows twitched. “I’m worried they might save their spirit stones for the final mysterious item…”

Mo Jinghong denied it solemnly, “They will only buy this with all their strength, otherwise they might get ripped off!”

A glint flashed in Feng Qingran’s eyes. “In that case, Seventh Senior Brother, how about we make a bet? If the final item sells for a higher price, I lose; if the final item sells for a lower price, you lose…”

“Sure. What’s the wager?” Mo Jinghong asked curiously.

“The wager: If I win, you agree to one of my requests; if I lose, I agree to one of your requests.” Feng Qingran’s eyes sparkled mischievously, as if she were plotting something.