Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 74
He didn’t actually want it—he just wanted to see how many spirit stones Mo Jinghong had given his little disciple!
He was only curious!
Feng Qingran: …
Master, isn’t this what they call “tsundere”?
“Holy—! That Mo Jinghong is utterly shameless! How can he show such blatant favoritism!” Ye Wentian stared at the storage bag, looking utterly distraught.
It wasn’t that he’d never seen wealth before—it was just that he’d never possessed so many spirit stones in his entire life!
Thirty thousand top-grade spirit stones!
Equivalent to three hundred million low-grade spirit stones!
“Little disciple, if you give all these to me, how will you explain it to your seventh senior brother when he asks?” Ye Wentian’s eyes gleamed, his heart racing wildly.
With these thirty thousand top-grade stones, plus the income from selling these magical beast corpses…
He could save up at least fifty thousand top-grade spirit stones.
Fifty thousand top-grade stones were enough to buy several jars of… Taibai Immortal Brew!
“Huh? I…” Feng Qingran pondered, her gaze drifting behind Ye Wentian. Suddenly, her almond eyes widened.
Ye Wentian didn’t notice her strange expression and excitedly continued, “Little disciple, lies definitely won’t fool your seventh senior brother. You’ll have to mix truth with falsehood and emphasize the unimportant details!”
“But whatever you do, don’t mention me in front of him, or he’ll definitely guess I took the stones. You can just cry in front of him and say, ‘If I spend even a few of senior brother’s spirit stones, he starts questioning me…'”
“Little disciple, what’s wrong with your eyes? Are they twitching?” Ye Wentian saw Feng Qingran blinking furiously at him but didn’t grasp her meaning.
Under normal circumstances, he would have understood her signal. But right now, his mind was completely occupied by the spirit stones.
“Master, why did you stop talking?”
A cold, clear voice suddenly reached Ye Wentian’s ears.
Ye Wentian froze mid-action, turning stiffly. “Jinghong… What are you doing here? How long have you been here? Wait, no—let me explain myself—no, I mean, let me explain! I was just testing our little disciple…”
His face showed no embarrassment at shifting blame—only guilt at facing Mo Jinghong.
“Old man, do you even believe your own words?” Mu Qiansi, standing nearby, gently fanned himself with a jade fan, his peach-blossom eyes filled with amusement as he watched the drama unfold.
Mo Jinghong stood tall and graceful, divinely handsome, his eyes shimmering with depth.
His gaze fell upon the piles of magical beast corpses behind the two, his eyes turning profound and sharp, radiating an indescribable coldness.
Seeing the cold smile on Mo Jinghong’s lips, Ye Wentian shuddered.
It’s over!
He seemed to have forgotten—all the secret realms within the Lingyun Sect were set up by Mo Jinghong!
The fact that so many plump-headed fish existed here surely meant Mo Jinghong had kept them for a purpose…
Acting on the principle of “better the disciple perish than the master,” Ye Wentian immediately pushed Feng Qingran forward. “Jinghong, our little disciple wanted to eat fish, so I killed them all for her.”
Ye Wentian was absolutely certain that Mo Jinghong wouldn’t blame Feng Qingran!
Feng Qingran stared blankly, meeting Mo Jinghong’s icy gaze.
A single phrase surfaced in her mind: When there’s no danger, the master is the danger!
Mu Qiansi raised an eyebrow nearby, his handsome, jade-like face full of laughter as he teased, “Little junior sister, I never realized you had such a big appetite? You’re almost catching up to Luan Jin!”
Ye Wentian glared at Mu Qiansi. Brat, are you deliberately opposing me?
Mu Qiansi smiled back, nodding slightly as if to say: Yes, exactly! I’m doing it on purpose—come hit me!
The two glared at each other, not looking like master and disciple at all.
Suddenly—
Ye Wentian felt his hand lighten, watching helplessly as the storage bag landed in Mo Jinghong’s hand.
Mo Jinghong returned the storage bag to Feng Qingran. “Master surely wouldn’t feel right taking our little junior sister’s spirit stones.”
Ye Wentian stared longingly at the storage bag—he felt perfectly fine about it!
“Little junior sister, remember: Elders would never ask juniors for spirit stones. Anyone who does would be scorned by all cultivators.” With those words, Mo Jinghong completely blocked Ye Wentian’s escape routes.
Ye Wentian wasn’t afraid of scorn—he was afraid of Mo Jinghong settling accounts with him.
After all, he’d killed all the magical beasts Mo Jinghong had been raising!
“Seventh Senior Brother, I understand.” A thought flashed through Feng Qingran’s mind, overturning her previous assumption.
Mo Jinghong took out two teleportation talismans and handed them to Mu Qiansi and Ye Wentian. Addressing both, he said, “Return to the sect first. Also, Fourth Senior Brother, stay close to Master. Don’t let him run around.”
“Sure.” Mu Qiansi had no objections.
When they passed through the Sword Mound earlier, Mo Jinghong had helped him obtain a valuable treasure.
As for Ye Wentian…
He was only a half-baked master at best…
Ye Wentian didn’t want to leave. He stared at the magical beast corpses. “Jinghong, even if I don’t deserve credit, I still put in effort. How about giving me a few?”
Mo Jinghong’s gaze remained cool. With a flick of his sleeve, the teleportation talismans in their hands lit up, and the two vanished on the spot.
“Seventh Senior Brother, I was wrong.” Feng Qingran hung her head, feeling the low pressure around them. She sensed an unprecedented aura of oppression from Mo Jinghong.
This was the first time Mo Jinghong had exuded such coldness toward her.
“Little junior sister, do you know what you did wrong?” Mo Jinghong’s face was peerlessly handsome, his phoenix eyes shadowed with a trace of helplessness.
“I… I…” She didn’t actually know what she’d done wrong!
“You obtained a magical artifact and dared to form a contract with it so recklessly? Who taught you that?” Mo Jinghong’s cool eyes gleamed with a profound light.
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