Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 75

Mo Jinghong had not anticipated that the scabbard of the Dragon Emperor Sword would appear this early.

He had even less expected that Feng Qingran would obtain the scabbard and, by chance, activate the Sword Vault.

If it weren’t for Zhuoyan informing him about the matters of the Green Luan Sword and the scabbard, he might have planned to wait a few more days before entering.

Although dangers lurked within the Sword Vault, they weren’t enough to threaten Feng Qingran’s life. Instead, they could allow her strength to grow rapidly.

Feng Qingran stood still, not daring to move or speak.

Seeing Feng Qingran as timid as a quail, the coldness around Mo Jinghong dissipated. He said in a deep voice, “Little Junior Sister, do you know why those exceptionally talented young masters and misses from great families, who lack no resources, still insist on joining sects?”

Feng Qingran looked up, meeting Mo Jinghong’s picturesque eyes, and shook her head.

Mo Jinghong’s gaze was calm. “Because sects hold secrets unknown to these great families. In the world of cultivation, burying your head in training alone isn’t enough. You need guidance from the highly knowledgeable. Many things are not recorded in ancient texts.”

“Just like how you prepared the spell incantations and cultivation techniques for everyone, even adding your own annotations.”

“In the future, do not act rashly. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can always ask me. I will not harm you.” Mo Jinghong’s eyes were deep and bright, shimmering like starlight.

Feng Qingran’s beautiful eyes sparkled, their light as radiant as a spring day. “Seventh Senior Brother, I’m sorry.”

This time, Feng Qingran’s apology was sincere.

She had made a grave mistake this time. Knowing full well the scabbard was extraordinary, she had still chosen to form a contract immediately, influenced by certain memories.

She feared delays might bring changes and, moreover, wanted to prove a fact.

She remembered from the original text that before Su Yanran formed a contract with the scabbard, she had taken blood from Feng Qingran.

Only then did she successfully contract the scabbard.

Later, when Su Yanran found the Dragon Emperor Sword, Feng Qingran was already dead.

But one point was clearly written: Su Yanran only contracted the scabbard, not the Dragon Emperor Sword itself.

The reason the Dragon Emperor Sword could be used by Su Yanran was because she had repaired its flaws.

Connecting all these clues,

Feng Qingran speculated that perhaps this sword was originally meant to belong to Feng Qingran.

It should belong to her now!

A faint smile touched Mo Jinghong’s lips. “Little Junior Sister, first put away these magical beasts. I will take you to find the Dragon Emperor Sword.”

These magical beasts were indeed raised here by him, but not to protect them. It was to conceal the aura of the Dragon Emperor Sword.

The fierce beasts, desperate to leave the Ten Directions Domain, had been constantly searching for the Dragon Emperor Sword.

They never realized that the Dragon Emperor Sword was right under their noses.

It was fortunate that Ye Wentian hadn’t taken Feng Qingran into the river, or no one could have saved them.

The river was filled with the River of Weakness. Once submerged, without a special boat, it was impossible to surface again.

Furthermore, the River of Weakness could isolate scents, leaving the fierce beasts completely unaware of anything happening here.

“Seventh Senior Brother, these were all caught by Master…” Feng Qingran carefully chose her words.

“You keep them all. He certainly wouldn’t have the face to ask for them back.”

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The two walked along the river for about three li.

Mo Jinghong stopped. “Here. But whether you can subdue the Dragon Emperor Sword depends on yourself, Junior Sister.”

“Senior Brother, I will definitely subdue it!” Determination flashed in Feng Qingran’s eyes. She could not give up any opportunity to become stronger.

Ever since Ye Wentian told her about the matter of the Five Element Spirit Roots,

Feng Qingran had a faint feeling that perhaps her enemy wasn’t Su Yanran, but the Heavenly Dao behind it all.

After all, Su Yanran’s prowess stemmed from her being the female lead in the book, possessing an innate intuition for finding treasures, even having treasures delivered to her.

This included a group of male supporting characters vying to deliver resources to Su Yanran.

But all these things might have been arranged by the Heavenly Dao.

Because the stronger Su Yanran became, the fewer chances she, as the female supporting character, had to turn things around, and the slimmer her hope of achieving the Great Dao.

This way, the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t need to worry about another person rising above it.

Mo Jinghong looked towards the river surface, his gaze cool and detached. His face, capable of toppling cities and captivating all, was exceptionally handsome.

His phoenix eyes were as deep as cold pools, his entire demeanor noble and distinguished. An air of supreme dignity, difficult to conceal, flowed between his brows.

Mo Jinghong raised his hands, swiftly drawing something in the air. His sleeves fluttered like roaring wind, graceful as a swimming dragon, elegant as a startled swan. A red light flashed briefly in his eyes.

Suddenly, a vortex appeared in the river before them.

This vortex was different from the one created by Ye Wentian.

This vortex flowed extremely fast, yet the surrounding water remained calm and undisturbed.

Abruptly, beams of golden light shot out from the vortex.

The more golden light that was emitted, the stronger the pressure Feng Qingran felt.

Soon, an overwhelming, sky-filling pressure assaulted Feng Qingran, causing her spirit soul to tremble.

Feng Qingran mobilized the last of her spiritual power to resist the terrifying pressure.

But it was like an ant trying to shake a tree—completely useless.

Fine sweat beaded on Feng Qingran’s forehead, her lips turned pale, yet only her almond-shaped eyes shone with a determined light, like glazed glass.

As the golden light grew increasingly brilliant, it gradually converged into a massive golden dragon.

The dragon’s phantom coiled above the river surface. Its hollow pupils nonetheless exerted immense pressure.

“Little Junior Sister, this is the sword spirit you need to subdue. Make it submit to you, and the Dragon Emperor Sword will acknowledge you as its master!” Mo Jinghong’s voice was cool and clear.

Feng Qingran looked at the coiled golden dragon, her back chilled, her heart pounding like a drum. But she still walked resolutely to the riverbank.

As Feng Qingran reached the riverbank, the phantom in the mid-air became more solid.

Then, an angry voice rang out, “An ant like you dares to dream of being my master”