Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 8

“Mn.” Mo Jinghong produced a flute and played a few notes.

Then he explained, “Younger Sister, Tenth Peak now belongs to you. You may roam freely here, but if you wish to go beyond its borders, you must have Luan Jin bring you to me first. I’ll escort you.”

“The sect is filled with formations and traps. A single misstep could leave you trapped—or worse.”

“Seventh Senior Brother, who is Luan Jin?” Feng Wanzhu was brimming with questions.

Her master had warned her to seek Mo Jinghong if she ever saw any buildings within the sect. Now Mo Jinghong was telling her not to leave her peak without permission.

Is Lingyun Sect hiding some unspeakable secret?

And why is Seventh Senior Brother the authority here instead of Eldest Senior Brother?

Mo Jinghong chuckled softly. “Here it comes.”

Feng Wanzhu turned to see a spirit crane flying into the cave. It landed gracefully before her.

The crane clucked its beak at her. “So you’re the little one who wants real food? What do you like? Tell me, and I’ll cook it for you from now on.”

Feng Wanzhu’s eye twitched. Her nerves were already frayed.

She recalled that spirit beasts were ranked from first to twelfth tier, followed by Heavenly Beasts, Immortal Beasts, Sacred Beasts, Imperial Beasts, Divine Beasts, and Transcendent Beasts.

Only Sacred Beasts and above possessed human speech. Most clans and sects would worship a Sacred Beast if they obtained one—yet Lingyun Sect was using theirs as a cook!

…Do I dare eat its food?

“Jinghong, is this child mute?” Luan Jin flapped its wings disdainfully when Feng Wanzhu remained frozen in shock.

“Our younger sister is still adjusting to the sect. Be patient, Luan Jin.” Mo Jinghong’s lips curved slightly, his beauty like a painting come to life.

“Fine. I’ll leave first. When you’ve decided, just write it down and leave it outside the cave.” With a haughty flick of its wings, Luan Jin flew off.

Feng Wanzhu took a steadying breath. Be unshakable. Be unflappable.

But—

Her composure shattered again when Mo Jinghong handed her a book an inch thick and declared, “This is the library.”

“One book, one world. Master recorded all our texts into this volume. To access them, simply channel a wisp of divine sense—it will produce whatever you seek.” He placed the book in her hands.

Feng Wanzhu opened the first page. When she saw the nine names listed, her hands began to tremble.

Seven of them were the infamous villains from the original novel.

No wonder Eldest Senior Brother and Fourth Senior Brother’s names had sounded familiar!

In the story:

• Eldest Senior Brother was killed by Su Yanran’s admirer, the Demon Lord. After his death, Su Yanran looted countless treasures from his corpse.

• Fourth Senior Brother was also murdered by one of Su Yanran’s suitors. His hidden weapons were stolen and later used by Su Yanran to repeatedly defeat stronger opponents.

• The fates of Second Senior Brother Dugu Jianyi, Third Senior Sister Qin Hanyan, Fifth Senior Sister Ning Shiyue, Sixth Senior Brother Baili Wenye, and Eighth Senior Brother Yan Moyu were equally tragic.

Though she hadn’t met the other five yet, a sect led by someone like Ye Wentian couldn’t produce true villains.

And Eldest Senior Brother is so gentle—how could he massacre a city later? There must be more to the story.

No.

She had to prevent those tragedies. The sect needed to grow strong—so they could protect her in the future.

But seven villains from one sect? The original novel never even mentioned Lingyun Sect. Something was off.

…Or did it, and I forgot?

Closing the book, Feng Wanzhu’s eyes darkened. She needed to meet the remaining seniors before drawing conclusions.

“Younger Sister, if you possess any rare texts, you may inscribe them here. Your name will then appear on the title page.” Mo Jinghong spoke softly, as if oblivious to her turmoil.

“Thank you, Senior Brother. Could you also tell me about everyone’s cultivation levels?” Feng Wanzhu had a plan now—she would mold them all into supreme experts.

In the original story, Su Yanran had relied on plundering these “villains’” resources to advance unimpeded.

Not this time.

She won’t take a single thing from them. And I’ll make her repay every debt a hundredfold.

Mo Jinghong nodded, and they sat at a stone table. “Master has been stuck at the peak of Void Transformation for sixty years, awaiting a breakthrough. Eldest Senior Brother is at late-stage Nascent Soul, specializing in formations. Second Senior Brother Dugu Jianyi is a mid-stage Golden Core sword cultivator…”

Feng Wanzhu’s eyes widened. Holy heavens.

Lingyun Sect was stacked with prodigies. If she recalled correctly:

• Su Yanran’s future master, hailed as the cultivation world’s number one expert, only reached late-stage Void Transformation.

• Many elders in major sects were merely Nascent Soul—some even Golden Core.

Yet Lingyun Sect averaged Golden Core!

The more she thought, the stranger it seemed. What kind of force could quietly annihilate a sect guarded by a Void Transformation peak expert?

There’s definitely more to this.

“Younger Sister, anything else you’d like to know?”

“Senior Brother, I recall a sect competition in three years. Who will our sect send?”