Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 61

“Just as Junior Sister said, a pledge sealed with a handshake,” Mo Jinghong raised his slender hand.

Feng Qingran reached out her jade-like hand. Just before their hands met, she added, “If our prices turn out to be the same, I still win.”

Smack!—

After saying this, without giving Mo Jinghong a chance to react, she slapped her hand against his.

Mo Jinghong’s beautiful eyes narrowed slightly. He seemed to have been tricked.

“Cheater! Truly, women and small-minded men are the most difficult to deal with!” Zhuoyan stood on Mo Jinghong’s shoulder, mimicking a parrot’s tone, reciting the words stiffly.

Zhuoyan looked at Mo Jinghong’s seemingly willing, deceived expression…

A feeling of heartache washed over Zhuoyan: It’s over! The cabbage we’ve nurtured for a thousand years is about to be dug up by a pig!

Much later, Zhuoyan finally couldn’t hold back and said this out loud, letting Feng Qingran hear it. Feng Qingran promptly plucked all the feathers from its body…

Zhuoyan, sporting a bald bird body, was laughed at by a group of spirit beasts for a long time.

But that’s a story for another time.

Back to the present scene.

Feng Qingran stared at Zhuoyan, a mischievous smile curling her lips. “Seventh Senior Brother, your contracted beast looks quite good. I wonder if its meat will be fragrant after being stewed?”

A glint flashed in Mo Jinghong’s eyes. “It’s immune to water and fire. To stew it, you’d need primordial weak water and heteromorphic flames.”

“Gah!—” Zhuoyan let out a squawk, wanting to say more.

But with a flick of Mo Jinghong’s sleeve, Zhuoyan vanished from the spot.

Feng Qingran blinked her almond-shaped eyes. She memorized everything Seventh Senior Brother said.

Feng Qingran didn’t speak further. Listening to the bidding outside, her eyes darted around shrewdly, as if hatching another mischievous plan.

Number 93: “Two hundred and fifty million.”

Feng Qingran’s glass-like eyes sparkled even brighter.

That voice… Baili Xuanqing from the Xuanling Sect?

Feng Qingran recalled that the Xuanling Sect primarily focused on formations and talismans. What use did they have for the “Heavenly Might Nine Swords”?

Were they planning to switch to sword cultivation?

Next Door: “Two hundred and fifty million and one hundred thousand.”

Xiao Qingfeng from the Huoyun Sect… He had even less use for the “Heavenly Might Nine Swords,” right?

A glint flashed in Feng Qingran’s eyes. But the Huoyun Sect seemed to be very wealthy!

Number 95: “Two hundred and fifty million and two hundred thousand.”

Xiao Hongyu from the Tianjian Sect. His bid was reasonable. Feng Qingran’s eyes darkened, but she didn’t want the technique manual to fall into Su Yanran’s hands!

Number 83: “Two hundred and sixty million!”

Number 91 instinctively followed, shouting, “Two hundred and seventy million.”

After Number 91’s bid, the auction hall fell silent for a moment.

Then, a wave of grumbling and curses erupted.

“Dammit, can’t you follow the rules? Number 91, if you have so many spirit stones, why not just bid a billion straight away!”

“I’m seriously grateful! What luck to encounter this at the auction. Even spending money to buy something has me trembling with fear!”

“Number 91, you bastard! If you keep bidding recklessly, I’ll gather a crowd to beat you up later…”

…

Number 91’s rough voice boomed, “I follow the rules! I was led astray by Number 83! I don’t even have that many spirit stones! Why don’t you all stop bidding and watch the show of me being carried out of the auction house…?”

Immediately, someone yelled furiously, “Holy crap! Number 91, you scheming b*tch! You almost led us astray!”

Number 87: “If we really stopped bidding, we’d be the fools! Two hundred and seventy million and one hundred thousand!”

The chorus of bids rose and fell once again.

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Knock! Knock! Knock!—

Someone knocked on the side door of Room 99.

Mo Jinghong didn’t move. Feng Qingran got up to open the door.

“Little disciple, you’re here too? I’m looking for your Seventh Senior Brother.” Ye Wentian’s handsome face wore an ingratiating smile.

“Master, long time no see.” Feng Qingran wondered why she had once thought Ye Wentian possessed an immortal’s grace and demeanor.

Feng Qingran stepped aside to let Ye Wentian in, then closed the door.

Ye Wentian directly sat in Feng Qingran’s seat and said to Mo Jinghong in a low voice, “Jinghong, your master wants to buy the ‘Heavenly Might Nine Swords.’ Lend me a few hundred million?”

“You lack high-level techniques?” Mo Jinghong asked with a faint, teasing smile.

Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran and continued, “I don’t lack high-level techniques, but this ‘Heavenly Might Nine Swords’ is different. The reason it’s considered half-step immortal rank is that it’s incomplete.”

“The ‘Heavenly Might Nine Swords’ is the first volume. The second volume is called ‘Nine Heavens Mystical Fire.’ Together, they are known as the ‘God-Slaying Art.’ I came here specifically for this half of the ‘Heavenly Might Nine Swords.'”

After hearing Ye Wentian’s words, Mo Jinghong understood that his “here” referred to “this lower world.”

Mo Jinghong’s eyes narrowed slightly. The “God-Slaying Art” was an ancient technique. If mastered to the ninth level, one could slay the Heavenly Dao above and annihilate Heavenly Emperors, gods, and demons below.

However, from ancient times to the present, even Great Perfection Golden Immortals had at most reached the third level.

Yet, even mastering just the third level allowed one to cut through mountains and rivers with a sword and stand alone throughout eternity.

“Master, buy it yourself. The spirit stones I have are needed for other purposes,” Mo Jinghong refused unhurriedly.

He continued to pay close attention to the bidders outside, waiting for a big fish to take the bait.