Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 71

Feng Qingran felt the scabbard in her hand tremble slightly.

It conveyed an emotion to her: [“Don’t hand me over to this dreadful old man! I’ll tell you where the Dragon Emperor Sword is!”]

Feng Qingran and Ye Wentian exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding passing between them.

Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled as she whispered softly, “Tell me quickly, then. Otherwise, I can’t protect you.”

Ye Wentian walked step by step towards Feng Qingran, raising his hand as if to take the scabbard.

In that instant, Feng Qingran received a message from the scabbard: [“Head North.”]

“Master, it says to go north,” Feng Qingran announced. Ye Wentian promptly pretended to withdraw his hand.

“If that’s what it says, then let’s head north and see. But if we don’t find anything… hmph!” Ye Wentian put on a stern act, making the scabbard even more fearful.

Guided by the scabbard’s directions, Feng Qingran determined which way was north.

She anxiously warned Ye Wentian not to proactively provoke any of the swords in the area.

As she walked, Feng Qingran remained constantly alert to any changes around her.

The journey was relatively smooth.

After about half an hour, the view before them transformed into a scene of vibrant emerald green.

Not far away, a long river flowed, fish playfully frolicking within its waters.

Feng Qingran glanced back. Behind them, an eerie mist still shrouded everything, the atmosphere lifeless and heavy.

Though mere steps apart, the difference between the two areas was like heaven and earth.

Whoosh!—
Splash!—

The scabbard flew out of her hand, plunging into the water and disappearing without a trace.

Feng Qingran looked down at her now empty hand, her voice tinged with grievance, “Master, the scabbard is gone!”

“Don’t worry, I’ll retrieve it for you.” For a moment, Ye Wentian felt he understood those so-called ‘daughter-obsessed’ fathers. Seeing such a soft, adorable, and cute little girl in front of him, he simply couldn’t bear for her to feel wronged.

Ye Wentian walked to the riverbank and activated his Celestial Eye.

The river was deep beyond sight, its flow calm and peaceful.

It seemed entirely ordinary, just a common river.

Ye Wentian drew his Chixiao Sword. With a twist of his wrist, he thrust the sword into the river, but it didn’t reach the bottom.

The fish in the river swam unhurriedly around the Chixiao.

One particular large-headed blue fish chomped down directly onto the Chixiao blade.

Screech!—

A harsh metallic grinding sound assaulted their ears.

It was inexplicably irritating.

With a flick of his wrist, Ye Wentian sent the sword flying out. It landed some distance away, embedded in the ground.

The big-headed fish was also yanked out of the water, landing on the grassy bank.

The fish flopped about on the grass, inching gradually towards the river.

Feng Qingran narrowed her almond-shaped eyes. “Master, why is this fish acting so sneakily?”

Ye Wentian didn’t answer. He pulled out his Chixiao and pressed it down on the fish’s body. “This fish isn’t normal. After biting Chixiao, its teeth didn’t shatter…”

Chixiao was an innate spiritual treasure, currently a Saint-grade artifact, its hardness comparable to millennia-old black iron. Even a magical beast wouldn’t dare clash its teeth directly against Chixiao.

“Master, does that mean we can use its teeth for forging?” Feng Qingran’s eyes, bright like water-chestnuts, shimmered with lively anticipation.

Ye Wentian raised an eyebrow. That was a point he hadn’t considered.

His gaze fell upon the river. There were likely thousands upon thousands of these fish in there. If they could catch them all, they’d fetch a considerable amount of spirit stones.

But given that these fish’s teeth rivaled millennia-old black iron in hardness, they certainly couldn’t be caught by hand.

If only his dimensional space was accessible… Huh?

His dimensional space was accessible? His power was restored?

While Ye Wentian was deep in thought, Feng Qingran quietly retrieved several stacks of large fishing nets from her own space.

She estimated they had enough to catch about half the river’s fish.

Stealing a glance at Ye Wentian, she confirmed he was completely unaware of her actions.

She took a few steps back and tossed the fishing nets into the mist behind her.

“Master, I think I saw something over there! Wait for me a moment!” Without giving Ye Wentian a chance to stop her, Feng Qingran excitedly dashed into the mist.

Ye Wentian’s gaze followed her anxiously, completely missing the fact that the big-headed fish pinned under the Chixiao Sword had grown four tiny legs.

It dug frantically at the ground with its four little feet.

After a few breaths, Feng Qingran rushed back out of the mist, her arms laden with fishing nets.

“Master, look what I found!” Feng Qingran ran up to Ye Wentian, beaming with joy.

A look of surprise flashed across Ye Wentian’s handsome face. A glint passed deep within his eyes, but he smiled and said, “My little apprentice is certainly lucky!”

Ye Wentian picked up one of the fishing nets, his eyes narrowing. The net was soft, almost like fine satin, yet incredibly tough and resilient.

Could this material possibly be…!?

He didn’t dare finish the thought. If these nets were truly made from that material…

“Master, shall we try using this net?” Feng Qingran’s eyes sparkled brilliantly.

“Let’s go!” Ye Wentian agreed without hesitation.

However, just as his words faded—

Screeeech!—

A piercing shriek, sharp enough to nearly rupture eardrums, erupted.

Feng Qingran covered her ears, unable to bear the noise. Ye Wentian looked towards the source of the sound: the big-headed fish.

The grass beneath it had been completely scraped away, revealing fresh, dark soil.

Yet, it remained trapped under the Chixiao, with no chance of escape.

Its black fish eyes were fixed on the fishing nets, its screech full of terror.

“Screech again, and I’ll throw you into the Sword Graveyard!” Ye Wentian’s handsome eyes turned cold, his sharp brows like blades.

The big-headed fish trembled violently and fell silent.

Ye Wentian patted Feng Qingran’s head gently. “It’s alright now, little apprentice.”

Feng Qingran lowered her hands, her lips pale. She asked weakly, “Master, how can a fish screech like that?”

“It’s not a fish. It’s a magical beast that transformed to look like one, probably to guard something in the water.” Ye Wentian glanced at the fishing nets. “It’s afraid we’ll catch the other magical beasts in the river. Its screech was both a warning and an attack.”