Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 72

Feng Qingran pressed her lips together. Magical beasts and spiritual beasts were entirely different breeds.

Spiritual beasts cultivated spiritual energy. Most were willing to form contracts with cultivators and never actively hunted them.

Magical beasts cultivated a different, wilder energy. Most were fierce and untamable, with only a rare few ever submitting to a cultivator.

There was no concept of “well water not mixing with river water” between magical beasts and cultivators.

Typically, aside from magical beasts raised by cultivators—which didn’t attack humans—those born in the wild, much like demonic beasts, would actively attack and prey on humans to enhance their own cultivation.

“Master, are magical beasts… more valuable?” Feng Qingran’s teeth shone like pearly shells, her large eyes sparkling with starlight.

Ye Wentian: “…”

And here he thought his little apprentice’s solemn expression meant she was scared!

“Little apprentice, has your Seventh Senior Brother been mistreating you?” Ye Wentian looked at the Seven-colored Mystical Garment Feng Qingran wore.

Did Mo Jinghong want their little apprentice to wear the same clothes for her entire life? Is that why he gave this mystical garment to Feng Qingran?

“Not at all!” Feng Qingran shook her head.

Ye Wentian patted her shoulder, his tone laden with shared experience. “Little apprentice, I understand. I’ve been through the same. Jinghong is the stingiest. He’s always docking my spirit stones…”

“But I feel Seventh Senior Brother is quite generous?” Feng Qingran was puzzled. Why was her Master getting so sentimental all of a sudden?

Ye Wentian felt even more heartache for her. “Little apprentice, it’s all my fault. If only I could control the financial power of Lingyun Sect, I would never let you live so frugally!”

Feng Qingran: “…”

Was her Master implying something?

She decided to play dumb.

Feng Qingran looked at Ye Wentian with her bright, clear eyes. “Master, you’re never at the sect. How could you control the financial power?”

Ye Wentian’s expression shifted abruptly, and he hurriedly changed the subject. “Little apprentice, let’s focus on fishing whatever’s in that river out first.”

His gaze fell upon the big-headed fish. “Go tell your friends to move far away, so they don’t get hurt by accident. You have half a quarter-hour. Any who haven’t left by then and get caught have only themselves to blame!”

“And if anyone dares let out another screech that frightens my little apprentice, I won’t spare them either!”

The big-headed fish seemed to understand Ye Wentian’s words. It even nodded with its front fins.

Ye Wentian traced a finger through the air, and the Chixiao Sword slid back into its scabbard.

The big-headed fish darted into the river.

“Master, what if they all come ashore for revenge?” Feng Qingran’s almond eyes held a trace of confusion.

“I’m counting on it,” Ye Wentian said. He formed a hand seal, and his clothes instantly renewed themselves.

Now clad in pristine white robes, he stood facing the wind, his sleeves and hem fluttering gracefully. He looked ethereal, his tall and straight posture exceptionally dashing.

Feng Qingran’s eyes widened. “Master, your spiritual power is restored?”

“It returned after we entered this place. What about you?” Ye Wentian glanced at Feng Qingran. “Little apprentice, why hasn’t your spiritual power recovered?”

Feng Qingran shook her head. Ye Wentian gripped her wrist, sending a thread of his divine sense into her body.

He was perplexed. “Your spiritual root, spiritual platform, divine sense, and meridians… they’re all fine. This shouldn’t be happening.”

He checked his own condition again and finally understood.

“Little apprentice, it’s probably because you’re only at the Foundation Establishment stage. The spiritual energy here is sparse, which is slowing your recovery. Just wait a bit longer, and it should return,” Ye Wentian said comfortingly.

Feng Qingran: “…”

Master was clearly lying through his teeth!

If spiritual energy was truly scarce, she should have been the first to recover her power!

“Master, you could just tell me the truth…”

Ye Wentian coughed awkwardly. “Little apprentice, your master is always a straightforward man.”

He naturally couldn’t tell his little apprentice: ‘You’re only at Foundation Establishment, you’re too weak. The restrictions here specifically suppress cultivators below the Golden Core stage.’

Cultivators below Golden Core store their spiritual energy in their Spiritual Platform.

The amount stored isn’t very large and dissipates extremely easily.

That’s why Feng Qingran, being in a place devoid of spiritual energy, couldn’t recover her strength.

But it’s different for cultivators at the Golden Core stage and above. Their Golden Core seals the spiritual energy, preventing it from dissipating easily.

If the amount of spiritual energy a Foundation Establishment cultivator can store is like a small courtyard,
then the amount a Golden Core cultivator can store is like a grand palace.

Seeing that Ye Wentian didn’t want to elaborate, Feng Qingran didn’t press further.

She looked towards the river, faintly sensing hidden dangers within the water. “Master, half a quarter-hour should be almost up, right? There’s still no movement in the water.”

“Little apprentice, get ready to net some magical beasts!” Ye Wentian’s spirits lifted.

Wherever Ye Wentian went, any unclaimed treasures would be thoroughly collected, leaving not even a single leaf behind!

With a wave of his hand, a transparent protective shield enveloped Feng Qingran.

Immediately after, his divine sense probed into the river.

Ye Wentian’s expression suddenly changed, a cold glint appearing in his eyes as killing intent radiated from him.

He stomped his foot, and a terrifying, overwhelming pressure surged towards the river.

Instantly, massive waves churned in the river. Vast columns of water exploded into the air as countless fish shapes were sent flying out. Some crashed heavily back into the water, while others landed on the bank.

A huge whirlpool formed in the center of the river, accompanied by explosive sounds.

The clear river water slowly turned a pale shade of red.

Ye Wentian’s expression was indifferent, his gaze sharp. An aura of cold intensity surrounded him, emitting a faint golden light.

The Chixiao Sword flew out from behind him and plunged into the river.

Feng Qingran couldn’t feel the heart-palpitating pressure, but seeing the blood-stained water, she understood it was the result of Ye Wentian’s attack.

Watching Ye Wentian perform his hand seals, a brilliant light shimmered in her beautiful eyes.

So this is the power of a Virtual Divinity stage cultivator?