Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 83

Feng Qingran nimbly dashed into the desiccated land.

All the fierce beasts stood at the edge, staring dumbfounded at Feng Qingran, their eyes filled with fear.

“This piece of food… seems a bit foolish. Would eating her affect our intelligence?” one of the beasts, with a boar’s head and a snake’s body, asked.

“Does she not know about the dangers of the Barren Lands?”

“Even newcomers know about it. How come she doesn’t?”

“She dares to trespass into Yinglong’s territory? This little girl really is a newborn calf unafraid of the tiger…”

…

Feng Qingran didn’t hear the discussions of the fierce beasts.

She ran for over ten miles before stopping, panting heavily. When she looked back, not a single fierce beast was following her.

Feng Qingran’s nerves immediately tightened. If the fierce beasts didn’t dare to follow, it could only mean this place was claimed territory.

And the fierce beast here was far more powerful than them!

Feng Qingran held her breath. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if there was no danger at all…

Swish!—

A blade sprang up from a crack in the ground just in front of her toes, its tip pointing upward, glinting coldly.

A chill ran down Feng Qingran’s spine. Before she could ponder further—

Swish! Swish! Swish!—

Blades sprouted from every crack.

Feng Qingran stood on her tiptoes; there was no safe place to stand anymore.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead. An intense heat welled up inside her, and she felt the temperature around her rising significantly.

Feng Qingran observed the blades—they were extremely sharp, capable of splitting a hair.

But she didn’t want to be trapped here. The unease in her heart grew stronger.

Balancing on her tiptoes, she leaped from blade tip to blade tip, not daring to relax for a moment, only wanting to leave this place as quickly as possible.

She felt that staying any longer might cost her her life.

After half an hour, Feng Qingran stopped, breathing rapidly, still balancing on her toes.

She felt as if she were being roasted over a fire.

Faint red light emanated from the cracks where the blades had sprung. Feng Qingran lowered her head to take a closer look…

Roar!—

Was that a dragon’s cry?

Feng Qingran immediately looked up, scanning her surroundings. She saw a massive creature flying toward her.

It didn’t resemble the Dark Flood Dragon. It looked very similar to the true dragons described in ancient texts.

However, it had a pair of wings on its back and long, fine hair along its spine, making Feng Qingran uncertain if it was a true dragon.

“Who dares to trespass into my territory?” Yinglong’s voice was deafening and filled with authority.

“This junior, Feng Qingran, pays her respects to Senior Yinglong.” Feng Qingran bowed respectfully, her expression neither subservient nor arrogant.

She forcefully suppressed the fear in her heart.

She knew that when facing a powerful being, she must not show any timidity.

Yinglong’s massive body circled overhead, looking down at Feng Qingran from a superior position.

“A Foundation Building cultivator? Why have you come here to disturb my peace?” Yinglong’s voice was cold and murderous.

“Senior, please forgive me. This junior had no other choice. I hoped to borrow your prestige to try my luck at surviving.” Feng Qingran’s apricot eyes were resolute, not revealing a trace of fear.

However, she also gleaned one piece of information from Yinglong’s words: her other senior brothers and sisters had not come here!

She was the only unlucky one…

Yinglong’s eyes were cold and merciless. “Those who trespass into my territory must pay a price. Since you are at the Foundation Building stage, you will relinquish your spiritual root.”

Yinglong made a grasping motion in the air. A powerful force enveloped Feng Qingran.

Feng Qingran’s face turned pale. Blood trickled from the corner of her lips. A tearing pain erupted in her lower abdomen, as if something was being ripped out from within her.

She had no ability to resist at all.

Feng Qingran knew that Yinglong was already going easy on her. Otherwise, a single swipe of its claw could have scattered her soul to the wind.

Her eyes flickered with conflicting emotions. Begging Yinglong to spare her was impossible.

She could only save herself…

Right!

The three powers left by the Golden Dragon Senior.

To activate that protective power, she needed to be in mortal danger. Having her spiritual root extracted wouldn’t kill her immediately.

That’s why the golden light hadn’t reacted.

Gritting her teeth, enduring the heart-wrenching pain, she pulled a blade from a crack.

Then, pressing her lips together, she pointed the tip of the blade toward her own heart.

Roar!—

A tremendous roar shook the heavens and the earth.

The blade was sent flying to who-knows-where…

The force Yinglong used to restrain her was also dispelled. The pain at her spiritual root vanished immediately after. Feng Qingran couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

Yinglong stared at Feng Qingran in disbelief. That power just now… it felt like the power of the Ancestral Dragon?

“Why do you possess the power of the Ancestral Dragon?” Yinglong demanded coldly.

Feng Qingran looked up and asked, “Senior, are you referring to the Dragon Emperor Senior?”

“You truly know him! Where is he?” Yinglong’s voice held a trace of excitement.

“The Dragon Emperor Senior has now become an artifact spirit. I do not know his whereabouts. After he bestowed three golden lights upon me, he disappeared.” Feng Qingran chose to withhold part of the truth.

“An artifact spirit? How could he possibly be willing to become an artifact spirit?” Yinglong’s eyes were filled with disbelief.

It had only stayed willingly within the Ten Directions Domain because it had always sensed the Ancestral Dragon’s presence here…

Yinglong’s eyes emitted rays of light that fell upon Feng Qingran’s body.

When it detected the residual aura on Feng Qingran, Yinglong was stunned.

It truly was the Ancestral Dragon’s aura. He had actually bestowed all his divine power upon this little girl!

Feng Qingran didn’t answer Yinglong’s question, instead carefully observing the changes in Yinglong’s aura.

Yinglong spoke again, “Little girl, do you know what price the Ancestral Dragon paid to protect you?”