Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 77

“Senior Brother, is there a way to get stronger quickly?” Feng Qingran looked at Mo Jinghong. She wouldn’t be participating in the Qingyun Province’s Sect Tournament.

But she absolutely could not miss the Jiuzhou Spirit Combat Tournament, as that secret realm held even greater opportunities.

A glint flashed in Mo Jinghong’s eyes. “Has Little Junior Sister discovered something?”

“Seventh Senior Brother, I haven’t actually discovered anything, but I guessed that you must have a special place for cultivation!” The corners of Feng Qingran’s lips lifted slightly, making her peerless beauty even more striking.

The way Mo Jinghong and Ye Wentian interacted had made her realize that what Mo Jinghong said before was true.

It seemed Lingyun Sect was genuinely founded by Mo Jinghong and Ye Wentian together, though for some unknown reason,

a vast age gap existed between Mo Jinghong and Ye Wentian.

Therefore, Feng Qingran speculated that Mo Jinghong must possess a secret training ground!

A place where the flow of time was different from here.

Mo Jinghong’s crimson lips curved upwards as he patted Feng Qingran’s head. “Is Little Junior Sister truly sure about going?”

Feng Qingran nodded firmly. She wanted to become stronger; she needed to become stronger!

Mo Jinghong’s eyes took on a dazzling, mesmerizing quality. “Little Junior Sister, can you guarantee you won’t regret it?”

A chill ran down Feng Qingran’s spine. Why did her senior brother’s aura feel somewhat strange now?

And was there a faint hint of schadenfreude lurking in his tone?

Feng Qingran immediately dismissed the thought, clenching her small hands into delicate fists. “Seventh Senior Brother, I won’t regret it! I never regret the choices I make.”

“Little Junior Sister, give me your hand.” Mo Jinghong’s voice held a trace of laughter.

Feng Qingran held her palm face up. Mo Jinghong took her jade-like fingers, turned her hand over so the back faced up, and traced a few strokes on it.

A red light flashed before Feng Qingran’s eyes, and then Mo Jinghong released her hand.

Feng Qingran looked at her fair, jade-like hand, puzzled. “Seventh Senior Brother, there’s nothing there?”

Mo Jinghong said softly, “This is the key to activate the teleportation array. It will appear when you need to use it.”

“When the time comes, just place your hand on the array, and it will send you out.”

“Time inside is almost stationary relative to the outside world. Your cultivation won’t increase while you’re there because there’s no spiritual energy inside.”

Feng Qingran’s eyes widened. “Seventh Senior Brother, are you trying to trick me? If my cultivation can’t improve, why would I go in there?”

Mo Jinghong replied gently, “I would never trick you, Little Junior Sister. While you can’t cultivate spiritual energy inside, you can train your body.”

“Many cultivators neglect body tempering, resulting in their physical strength being insufficient to withstand the heavenly tribulation during their breakthroughs.”

“Little Junior Sister, once inside, just focus solely on body refinement. After you come out and resume cultivating spiritual energy, your speed will experience a qualitative leap. The longer you stay inside, the greater the benefits.”

“However, remember this, Little Junior Sister: you must stay inside for at least ten years before coming out.” Mo Jinghong deliberately emphasized the last part.

Feng Qingran was full of doubt. Doesn’t a cultivator’s physical strength naturally increase along with their spiritual cultivation?

“Seventh Senior Brother, so the longer I stay, the more obvious the benefits?”

A smile touched Mo Jinghong’s eyes. “Correct. Eldest Senior Brother stayed inside for fifteen years, which is why his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul stage. Second Senior Brother stayed for twenty years, allowing him to break through to the Golden Core stage in his twenties. Third Senior Sister stayed for ten years…”

The more Feng Qingran listened, the more astonished she became. So everyone had been inside!

She was the only one who didn’t know about this…

“Seventh Senior Brother, you just said at least ten years earlier. Why was Fourth Senior Brother the only one who stayed for eight?”

Mo Jinghong coughed lightly. “Fourth Senior Brother became obsessed with artifact forging inside. He started throwing anything he saw into his furnace and was… forcibly ejected.”

Feng Qingran’s almond-shaped eyes curved like crescent moons. “This place sounds quite interesting! Seventh Senior Brother, send me in quickly!”

“Little Junior Sister, remember this: no matter how long you stay inside, the time outside will forever remain frozen at the exact moment you entered.” Mo Jinghong’s expression turned somewhat solemn. There was one thing he didn’t mention.

Once inside, it wasn’t about cultivation—it was about survival!

Mo Jinghong walked closer to the river. “Little Junior Sister, first take a look at the environment inside. Once you’re in, don’t get lost.”

As he spoke, Mo Jinghong waved his sleeve. A moving image appeared on the river’s surface.

Within the image,
Numerous beasts of various strange appearances were fighting, the scene exceptionally fierce.

Then the scene shifted, showing a yellow-sand desert stretching to the horizon, parched and cracked earth, precarious barren mountains, dangerous swampland…

There were even places where one moment it was a pitch-black, freezing night, and the next, it transformed into a place under a scorching, overhead sun…

The scenes kept shifting. Feng Qingran didn’t see a single speck of green!

“Seventh Senior Brother, is this a place where people can actually stay?” Feng Qingran asked uncertainly.

“Of course.” Mo Jinghong affirmed.

Feng Qingran felt speechless. She still had the feeling Mo Jinghong was setting her up!

Suddenly—
The scene changed again, revealing a unique area.

This area seemed completely separated from the rest of the Ten Directions Realm.
Within the area stood an exquisite, spacious courtyard.

Outside the courtyard grew a vibrant profusion of flowers, each bloom dazzlingly beautiful and alluring.

Inside the courtyard, at a stone table, sat a man in white robes drinking tea and playing chess. His head was lowered, obscuring his features, but he gave off an aura of refined elegance.

“Seventh Senior Brother, I take back what I said earlier! This place seems perfectly livable!” A flash of delight passed through Feng Qingran’s eyes.

She could rest here whenever she got tired from training.

Mo Jinghong looked at her with a faint, ambiguous smile, a mysterious light flickering in his eyes. “Little Junior Sister, let’s hope you don’t regret those words.”