Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 76

The golden dragon’s roar caused Feng Qingran’s spirit soul to tremble.

Simultaneously, an incredibly terrifying pressure immobilized her.

Feng Qingran’s face was pale, but her almond-shaped eyes shone with a fearless light.

She looked up, meeting the dragon’s hollow eyes.

The golden dragon seemed provoked by her gaze, letting out a heaven-shaking roar.

For a moment, it seemed the very heavens changed color and the mountains and rivers overturned.

Feng Qingran’s eyes were as bright as stars, her lips pressed tightly together, exuding an air of stubborn determination.

She raised a hand, wiping away a trace of blood that had seeped from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze was resolute. She would have this Dragon Emperor Sword!

Mo Jinghong’s cold, phoenix-like eyes flashed with red light, and a bewitching spider lily appeared between her brows. An invisible barrier enveloped the golden dragon’s oppressive aura, preventing it from spreading further.

His gaze was lofty, his lips slightly pursed. When he looked at the golden dragon’s phantom, a trace of cold amusement appeared in his eyes.

However, Mo Jinghong only glanced at the golden dragon a few times before looking away.

The golden dragon remained unaware of his presence.

The dragon was slightly surprised that Feng Qingran had withstood its roar.

But even if she had resisted its pressure, it was still impossible for it to acknowledge an ant as its master!

“Ant, step back!” The golden dragon’s voice was cold and imposing.

“Submit to me as your master, and I will surely lead you to glory!” Feng Qingran’s almond eyes were beautiful as stars, cool and mysterious, seeming to contain an nobility that refused to yield even to heaven and earth.

The golden dragon let out a scoffing laugh. “An ant like you is worthy of speaking of glory? How ignorant!”

Feng Qingran’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze firm. “Ignorance can also bring fearlessness!”

“In your eyes, I am an ant at this moment. But I cannot remain an ant forever. Who doesn’t start weak and become strong? Were you born at the peak of the mountain?”

The dragon’s hollow eyes gradually solidified. A pair of majestic dragon eyes stared intently at Feng Qingran.

“You have spirit, little girl. But these words of yours are empty.”

“The path of cultivation defies the heavens. Countless cultivators fall on the road to becoming stronger.”

“How can you be so sure that you will be the one to reach the summit?”

Feng Qingran’s beautiful eyes sparkled vividly, fearless as they met the dragon’s domineering gaze.

“I cannot guarantee it.”

“But even if life is as lowly as an ant’s, one can still have the ambition of a swan.”

“If I feared the hardships and dangers on the path of cultivation, I would never have set foot on it. Since I have chosen this path, I shall hold a heart unafraid of heaven and earth!”

“From the moment I stepped onto the path of cultivation, I have made this life my campaign. Without fear or regret, I will climb towards greater heights!” Feng Qingran’s voice was firm and powerful, carrying a natural authority that dared not be challenged.

A faint radiance emanated from her, as if she were the brightest star among thousands. Her brow bore a determination proud and unyielding against the world.

A long time passed before the golden dragon recovered from Feng Qingran’s words. A different emotion now colored its majestic eyes.

“Little girl, since you have such resolve, come back when your strength is sufficient.” The golden dragon felt some admiration for Feng Qingran.

But allowing itself to submit to a weakling at the Foundation Establishment stage was still somewhat unacceptable.

Furthermore, the fierce beasts of the Ten Directions Domain were not something Feng Qingran, at her current strength, could subdue.

It feared that if it acknowledged her as master now, those beasts would immediately charge out and tear her to pieces!

The golden dragon let out a sigh. A wisp of gold drifted from its phantom form and flew into Feng Qingran’s sea of consciousness.

Feng Qingran faintly sensed a new bond forming between herself and the golden dragon.

This was the dragon’s promise to her: when she became a powerful figure in her own right, it would surely follow her.

Confusion flashed in Feng Qingran’s eyes. It seemed the golden dragon had some difficulty preventing it from leaving with her now?

However, the golden dragon spoke no more. Its phantom gradually dispersed.

Simultaneously, three beams of golden light fell upon Feng Qingran. “Little girl, these three beams of light contain power preserved from this venerable one’s remnant soul. They can help you withstand three lethal attacks. Take care.”

“Senior, wait!” Feng Qingran watched as the dragon completely vanished and said urgently, “Will giving me these three portions of power affect you in any way?”

The golden dragon chuckled, the sound carrying a sense of release. “Hahaha… This venerable one has been dead for over ten thousand years. Naturally, this has no effect on me. Now, leave this place quickly. It is not safe here.”

With these words, the golden dragon completely dissipated.

The vortex in the river vanished instantly, and the river surface returned to calm.

Feng Qingran’s eyes were full of gratitude. She bowed respectfully towards where the dragon had disappeared.

Yet, she still felt a pang of disappointment. A conviction to become stronger took root in her heart.

At this moment, she completely shed the lingering obsessions that the “Feng Qingran” from the book had left her.

She broke free from some invisible shackles.

She wanted to become stronger—not to oppose or deal with anyone, but for herself!

“Seventh Senior Brother, I don’t want to participate in the Sect Competition anymore,” Feng Qingran said, looking up at Mo Jinghong.

Previously, she wanted to compete to achieve victory, make Lingyun Sect famous, and find a way to kill Su Yanran.

But now, she suddenly felt her perspective had been too narrow.

Delaying her path to strength for the sake of revenge was not worth the cost.

What she wanted was to look down upon heaven and earth, to possess strength that feared nothing.

She just needed to become stronger, to stand at the peak!

When that time came, no matter how powerful her enemies were, she could handle them easily. That would be the best revenge.

As for her current self, even if she had a real chance to kill Su Yanran, she couldn’t guarantee 100% success. After all, judging from her past and present lives, Su Yanran was shrouded in far too many secrets.

Mo Jinghong’s ink-black eyes were like a cold pool under moonlight, cool and profound. “Little Junior Sister has truly grown up. If you don’t wish to go, then we won’t.”

The members of Lingyun Sect had little interest in the Sect Competition anyway.

Their initial agreement to participate was only to make Feng Qingran happy.

Now that she was unwilling to go, there was no need to attend.