Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 73

Just watching Ye Wentian’s movements was enough to make her feel immense pressure. Yet, beyond the pressure, she also gained some new insights.

No wonder some said that those below the Divine Transformation realm were mere ants, while those above the Empty Divine realm were all revered as Sovereigns.

The Divine Transformation and Empty Divine realms seemed only a single stage apart, but the gap in their power was truly a chasm.

A hundred Nascent Soul cultivators might have a chance to injure a Divine Transformation cultivator.

But a hundred Divine Transformation cultivators, under normal circumstances, would absolutely be unable to harm an Empty Divine cultivator in the slightest.

Feng Qingran looked at Ye Wentian’s coldly handsome face.

Perhaps, from the very beginning, he had never intended to spare a single magical beast.

Feng Qingran speculated that Ye Wentian wanted to exterminate the magical beasts here because he worried that other sect members might stumble upon this place and face mortal danger.

After all, these magical beasts could even gnaw on Chixiao—chewing human bones would be effortless for them!

The river water had now turned crimson.

Massive whirlpools churned within the river, waves surged, and several curtains of water rushed onto the bank.

The corpses of the plump-headed fish piled up like a mountain on the shore.

After what seemed like an eternity, Chixiao flew out from the water and landed in Ye Wentian’s hand.

Ye Wentian ceased his movements. The whirlpools in the river gradually dissipated, and the water surface slowly calmed.

Yet, the river filled with blood-red water made it clear what kind of stormy carnage had taken place here.

Ye Wentian held Chixiao for a moment before sheathing it with a reverse grip.

He gazed at the deathly still lake and asked, “Little disciple, do you know why I went back on my word and annihilated all life in the river?”

“Master, you were worried the magical beasts would harm people,” Feng Qingran replied solemnly.

Ye Wentian shook his head. “Initially, I did intend to spare some of the magical beasts. But after my power recovered, I realized these were all high-level magical beasts. Moreover, the riverbed was littered with countless white bones…”

He explained because he feared Feng Qingran might misunderstand, thinking that having power justified indiscriminate slaughter.

“But Master, that doesn’t make sense. If these magical beasts ate humans, their teeth wouldn’t leave bones behind, right?” Feng Qingran quickly pinpointed the key issue.

Ye Wentian’s sword-like eyebrows furrowed slightly, his gaze turning icy. “That’s exactly what I was about to say. Cultivating demonic energy is harder for magical beasts than cultivating spiritual energy. So, most choose to prey on cultivators to enhance their power.”

“This isn’t about good or evil—magical beasts hunt humans simply to grow stronger. But the skeletons at the riverbed are all that remain of them cannibalizing their own kind.”

“When a group resorts to cannibalism, we must maintain absolute vigilance against them. And if we have the chance to eradicate them, we must not leave a single survivor.”

An aura of solemn killing intent emanated from Ye Wentian as he continued, “Little disciple, in the future, you may encounter situations that force you to commit cruel acts. But always remember: never engage in cannibalism. That path leads only to ruin.”

Feng Qingran nodded. “I understand, Master.”

Ye Wentian patted Feng Qingran’s head. “However, in any situation, remember to protect yourself. It’s fine to be kind, but never be blindly kind.”

“Thank you, Master!” Feng Qingran felt a warmth in her heart, her eyes filled with gratitude.

At that moment, Feng Qingran suddenly understood why her senior brothers and sisters spoke of their master with such respect, even though he was rarely at the sect.

Most elders only cared about pushing the younger generation to improve their cultivation rapidly, disregarding everything else.

But Ye Wentian was different. He never forced his disciples to train relentlessly. Instead, he focused more on their moral and mental growth.

Feng Qingran became even more determined to obtain the legacy within the secret realm.

“I hope your path ahead grows ever wider,” Ye Wentian said with a gratified expression. Such a soft, adorable, and caring little disciple was exactly what he wanted—far more considerate than those brats!

Feng Qingran responded earnestly, “Don’t worry, Master. I will definitely ensure the Lingyun Sect flourishes and gains great renown!”

A smile spread across Ye Wentian’s face. “We can talk about that later. For now, quickly gather the magical beast corpses.”

“Master, you just wait and see. I’ll handle the rest. These nets of mine are very obedient!” Feng Qingran’s eyes sparkled with pride.

These nets were an apology gift Feng Ci had pulled out from the deepest part of his space for her.

Feng Qingran smiled joyfully, a faint dimple appearing on her cheek. Her beautiful eyes shimmered like starlight.

She raised her hand, her sleeves dancing gracefully. The fishing nets on the ground seemed to come alive, flying one by one to the riverbank.

The nets opened wide and, within a few breaths, sucked all the fish on the bank into them.

With another flick of her sleeve, the filled nets landed before the two of them.

Witnessing this, Ye Wentian grew curious. “Little disciple, has your spiritual energy recovered?”

Feng Qingran replied nonchalantly, “You set up a protective barrier for me. During that time, I absorbed spiritual energy from my spirit stones. My cultivation is fully restored now.”

Ye Wentian: ???

Little disciple, do you realize what you’re saying?

There’s not a trace of spiritual energy in this surrounding area. Recovering enough power to reach the Foundation Establishment stage would require at least several hundred million top-grade spirit stones!

Ye Wentian stroked his chin. “Little disciple, where did you get all these spirit stones?”

Feng Qingran suddenly realized her mistake—oh no, she’d forgotten her seventh senior brother’s warning!

Seeing the look in Ye Wentian’s eyes, she felt a pang of compassion. Her master must be really short on spirit stones.

Her eyes flickered as she took out a storage bag and said cautiously, “Master, this is all I have left. You can have it.”

Ye Wentian feigned embarrassment. “How can a master take his disciple’s spirit stones?”

Yet, his hand honestly reached out and accepted the storage bag Feng Qingran offered.