Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 7

Feng Wanzhu was baffled. A proper sect without a single building—how does that make sense?

Yet Ye Wentian offered no further explanation, simply taking her straight to Mozhu Peak.

The moment they landed, Feng Wanzhu was met with three strikingly handsome faces. Among them, a youth in dark robes embroidered with cloud patterns stood out—his beauty transcendent, his features as exquisite as a painting, like an immortal who had descended to the mortal realm.

A line flashed through her mind:

“I journeyed far to glimpse mortal splendor, only to behold a visage that outshone the world itself.”

The three approached as soon as they noticed Ye Wentian and Feng Wanzhu.

Ye Wentian clapped the youth on the shoulder. “Little disciple, this is your Seventh Senior Brother, Mo Jinghong. You can go to him for anything related to the sect—or cultivation questions.”

Snapping out of her daze, Feng Wanzhu bowed. “Feng Wanzhu greets Seventh Senior Brother.”

Mo Jinghong lifted a hand slightly, the corners of his lips curving. His starry eyes shimmered with depth. “Mo Jinghong. A pleasure to meet you.”

Feng Wanzhu blinked. That’s… an unusual way to greet someone.

She wasn’t the only one surprised. Even Ye Wentian and the other two wore expressions of astonishment. Today, Mo Jinghong seemed uncharacteristically approachable, lacking his usual aloof nobility.

“Younger Sister is still growing. This Sevenfold Mystic Garment is for you—it adjusts in size and color automatically.” Mo Jinghong handed her the item.

“Thank you, Seventh Senior Brother.” Feng Wanzhu accepted the robe, her lowered eyes flickering with thought. She reached into her sleeve and produced a small box. “A gift in return.”

Mo Jinghong accepted it without hesitation.

Ye Wentian stroked his chin. So first meetings require gifts? Then all those disciples I dumped on Liu Canglan and Mo Jinghong… I owe a lot of presents.

If I have to make up for all of them, I won’t have any spirit stones left for wine!

“Little disciple, this is your Eldest Senior Brother, Liu Canglan, and your Fourth Senior Brother, Mu Qianjue. Chat amongst yourselves—I have matters to attend to.” With that hasty introduction, Ye Wentian vanished from Mozhu Peak.

Feng Wanzhu: ???

Is there a more unreliable master in existence?

“The old man runs fast—saved himself another gift,” Mu Qianjue remarked, lazily fanning himself with an air of aristocratic grace.

Though nervous, Feng Wanzhu greeted Liu Canglan and Mu Qianjue with composure.

Liu Canglan, dressed in plain silk robes, stood tall and elegant like an orchid or jade tree. His gaze was gentle. “Greetings, Younger Sister. This is for you—an infinite-space ring containing five hundred spirit fruits.”

Feng Wanzhu cupped her hands in thanks, accepting the ring with inner astonishment. Eldest Senior Brother is ridiculously generous.

Space rings were high-tier storage artifacts. In the cultivation world, only elders and sect leaders of major sects could possess them—and even then, theirs had limited capacity.

An infinite-space ring? Those were typically reserved for ancestral patriarchs of the most elite sects.

And it came pre-filled with five hundred spirit fruits! Unlike pills, spirit fruits contained pure spiritual energy—nourishing meridians without leaving behind toxic residues.

“You two are forcing my hand,” Mu Qianjue said with a laugh, his peach-blossom eyes glinting mischievously as he twirled a white jade-handled fan.

He produced an umbrella-shaped object about five inches long and presented it to Feng Wanzhu. She recognized it instantly as a hidden weapon—one that looked oddly familiar.

“This is the Thousand-Seeking Needle. Once you bond with it, its uses will become clear.” Despite his playful demeanor, an innate nobility lingered in his movements.

After storing the ring and the needle, Feng Wanzhu retrieved two more boxes and handed one to each.

Liu Canglan opened his to find a violet ginseng root. His obsidian-like eyes gleamed with curiosity. This ginseng carries a strange aura…

Is that… the power of the Heavenly Dao?

Noticing Liu Canglan’s expression, Mu Qianjue opened his own box—and promptly froze in shock. He carefully closed it again. “Younger Sister, do you know the value of this?”

Feng Wanzhu nodded. The Flaming Bloodheart Mushroom suits him perfectly. Little did she know, this very gift would result in Qianjue Peak being burned bald three months later.

“My thanks, Younger Sister. I must take my leave.” Mu Qianjue bid them farewell and hurried off, uncharacteristically flustered.

Liu Canglan raised an eyebrow. It was rare for Mu Qianjue to act so hastily. Whatever she gave him must be extraordinary. “I’ll treasure your gift, Younger Sister. But remember—never let outsiders know about these.”

With a final bow, he departed.

Feng Wanzhu’s eye twitched. So eager to cultivate… Is this what workplace competition looks like in the immortal world?

“Seventh Senior Brother, where’s our library?” The original novel had been vague about many details. She wanted to browse the sect’s texts for a clearer understanding.

“Follow me.”

…..

Tenth Peak.

When Feng Wanzhu stepped into the cave, her expression blanked.

This is nothing like the crude dwelling I imagined!

The interior was vast, opulently decorated, and filled with every luxury imaginable.

Mo Jinghong pressed a hand to a stone at the entrance. “This is the formation core. Once you activate it with a drop of blood, only you can enter.”

He proceeded to explain the cave’s features while Feng Wanzhu listened in awe, nodding repeatedly. She understood everything he said—but the more she heard, the more conflicted she felt.

Lingyun Sect’s policy was completely hands-off. No one would monitor her cultivation progress. Mo Jinghong even tossed her a pile of fasting pills, informing her that until she reached the Golden Core stage, this would be her only food.

“Seventh Senior Brother… if possible, I’d prefer mortal food,” Feng Wanzhu ventured.