Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 68

Bamboo Peak, Lingyun Sect.

“Seventh Junior Brother, it’s bad! The little junior sister is missing!” Mu Qianjue’s voice was filled with urgency.

Hearing the commotion, Mo Jinghong emerged from his cultivation and stepped out of his cave abode.

As soon as Mu Qianjue saw Mo Jinghong, he rushed over. “Seventh Junior Brother, we’ve searched the entire Lingyun Sect but couldn’t find any trace of the little junior sister. We had no choice but to come to you.”

Mo Jinghong’s dark eyes were deep. “When did she disappear?”

Mu Qianjue, his peach-blossom eyes anxious, replied, “I don’t know. With the Sect Competition coming up, I went to discuss some matters with her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere on the Tenth Peak. She isn’t replying to my voice transmissions either. When I asked Luan Jin, she said the little junior sister had been gone for a month.”

“Have you checked Inquiry Peak?” Mo Jinghong asked.

A month ago, he had only entered seclusion after confirming that Feng Qingran had returned to the Tenth Peak.

The formation at the Lingyun Sect’s entrance hadn’t shown any activity this past month, so she must still be within the sect grounds.

Mu Qianjue looked surprised. “Inquiry Peak? Is the old man back?”

Within the Lingyun Sect, disciples could only enter a peak if its master was present at the sect.

“It’s been a month, and none of you have seen him?” Mo Jinghong’s eyes flickered. It was unlike Ye Wentian to stay quietly in one place.

Seeing Mu Qianjue shake his head in confirmation, Mo Jinghong grew even more certain of Ye Wentian’s unusual behavior.

Every time Ye Wentian returned to Lingyun Sect, he would ransack each peak before finally settling down at Inquiry Peak.

Mo Jinghong summoned Luan Jin.

Upon seeing Luan Jin, Mu Qianjue instinctively took a step back.

This was a fierce beast! Only their naive little junior sister would dare ride on Luan Jin’s back.

Luan Jin, currently in the form of a spirit crane, approached Mo Jinghong and bowed its head in respect.

“The young mistress returned to her peak and then asked me to take her to Moonlight Peak. She said she would come find you the next day, but she never returned. I assumed she was at Bamboo Peak, so I didn’t pay it much mind,” Luan Jin’s voice trembled slightly.

If anything had happened to Feng Qingran within Lingyun Sect, Mo Jinghong would likely not let her off easily.

A cold light gleamed in Mo Jinghong’s phoenix eyes, his entire body radiating a chilling aura. “Take us to Moonlight Peak.”

Mo Jinghong leaped onto Luan Jin’s back and gestured for Mu Qianjue to join him.

Mu Qianjue flicked his folding fan. “Seventh Junior Brother, I’ll ride my sword.”

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Moonlight Peak was surrounded by ancient trees, a serene expanse of emerald green and delightful scenery.

Luan Jin landed in a specific spot. “The young mistress descended on her sword from right here.”

Hearing this, Mu Qianjue immediately prepared to go down and search.

“Wait.” Mo Jinghong stopped Mu Qianjue from entering Moonlight Peak, his sharp eyes scanning the area.

The aura around Moonlight Peak felt very wrong.

The two of them remained hovering in mid-air.

After about half an hour, the ancient trees on Moonlight Peak began shifting positions. The ground shook, and the mountain trembled violently.

Yet, none of the other peaks were affected in the slightest.

Mu Qianjue’s face showed astonishment. Who had done this?

Mo Jinghong’s cool voice broke the silence. “Someone set up a formation on this mountain. Roughly every hour, the mountain’s layout changes. Once you enter, your cultivation is sealed, and you can only leave by breaking the formation.”

Hearing about the formation, Mu Qianjue immediately thought of Liu Canglan.

Had the pressure from the little junior sister’s rapid progress driven the First Senior Brother to trap her here?

“Her aura is near Moonlight Peak.” Mo Jinghong retracted his divine sense, his gaze settling on a thousand-year-old ancient tree not far from the peak.

Feng Qingran was wearing the Seven-colored Mystical Robe. The things there shouldn’t dare harm her!

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Meanwhile.

Feng Qingran and Ye Wentian sat slumped on the ground, exhausted.

Feng Qingran asked wearily, “Master, is there even an exit to this Sword Mound?”

“Beats me.” Ye Wentian had a look of utter resignation.

This past month had been rough on Ye Wentian.

It all started after he returned to Lingyun Sect.

Back in his quarters at Inquiry Peak, he grew more and more dissatisfied.

He came up with a plan to trick Feng Qingran into swindling the “Heavenly Sword Nine Techniques” from Mo Jinghong.

So, he secretly followed Feng Qingran to Moonlight Peak.

As soon as she arrived, Feng Qingran took out a Primordial Spiritual Treasure and performed a blood pact.

Then she took out a blackened fire poker and attempted to bond with it…

But when her blood dripped onto the iron rod, a tremendous suction force suddenly appeared.

Caught off guard, he was pulled into the Sword Mound.

Inside the Sword Mound, a thick mist covered everything, visibility limited to just a few feet.

None of the swords here were below the sixth grade.

Moreover, after falling in, he lost all his spiritual power and couldn’t use any techniques.

He had no choice but to slowly search for an exit.

With no sun or sky visible inside the Sword Mound, he had no idea how long he had been searching until he eventually ran into Feng Qingran.

Feng Qingran’s skin was like polished jade, her clothes neat and clean—a stark contrast to his own state.

He was covered in grime, his robes torn and slashed in multiple places.

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“Master, you’re so unreliable! How can you not know the exit to the Sword Mound in our own sect?”

“I didn’t even know Lingyun Sect had a Sword Mound…” Ye Wentian shook his head, his eyes drifting back to Feng Qingran.

His little disciple’s clothes were so clean. He was deeply envious!

“Little disciple, that Seven-colored Mystical Robe of yours can change size, right? How about you make it bigger, cut off some material, and make me a set of clothes too?” Ye Wentian’s eyes gleamed intensely, making Feng Qingran feel uneasy.