Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 90

“Holy crap! She can really sit still. A hundred years in one sitting, I almost turned into a fossil!” The Ant Emperor’s voice was filled with endless exhaustion.

“If time didn’t stand still here, she would have turned into an old woman long ago!” The Qiongqi always enjoyed taking jabs at Feng Qingran.

It and the Hundun never forgot that remark from a hundred years ago: ‘Look, there are two idiots up there!’

“A hundred years, and no change at all. What a waste of time,” the Hundun said disdainfully.

The Taotie woke up on the Taowu’s back.

The Taotie said nonchalantly, “The girl is finally moving. After the Mountain of Blades and Sea of Fire comes the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm, right?”

“Yes, the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm. What if, just saying, she gets trapped inside and can’t get out?” the Black Wyvern asked curiously.

“Wait! The Labyrinthine Illusion Realm?” The Yingzhao woke up. “I remember the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm only affects cultivators. We might be able to follow her in…”

“But this is Yinglong’s territory. Without its permission, who would dare enter?” the Gouchen asked.

The Yingzhao was somewhat troubled. Without Yinglong’s permission, they indeed didn’t dare enter.

At that moment—

A majestic voice reached the ears of the group of fierce beasts.

“You may enter the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm. You can help or cause trouble, but you are forbidden to harm the girl within the illusion.”

Hearing this voice, the beasts were first suspicious, then overjoyed.

They all nodded in agreement.

Then, one by one, they turned invisible and entered the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm ahead of Feng Qingran.

They were all afraid that if they were late, they wouldn’t get a good spot.

After the fierce beasts had all disappeared from above the clouds, Yinglong and the Primordial Serpent appeared.

The Primordial Serpent observed Feng Qingran. “They’ve always been untrustworthy. Aren’t you afraid the girl will be lost to the illusions if you do this?”

“Hmph! If they break the rules, they’ll be the ones to suffer,” Yinglong declared majestically.

In its territory, it naturally set the rules.

“Can this girl really do it?” The Primordial Serpent was somewhat worried.

At such a young age, could Feng Qingran truly resist the temptations within the illusion realm?

Everything inside the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm was shaped by the entrant’s memories, making it incredibly real.

Everything within was logical and followed rules.

Those trapped in the illusion would find it almost impossible to detect its flaws.

In fact, most who entered the Labyrinthine Illusion Realm, even if they later realized it was an illusion, were unwilling to leave.

Yinglong was silent for a long time, watching Feng Qingran standing at the entrance to the illusion. With certainty, it said, “She will definitely come out. I’m just a bit worried about whether those fierce beasts will manage to come out alive.”

Primordial Serpent: “…”

Remembering that Feng Qingran was Mo Jinghong’s junior sister, the Primordial Serpent suddenly felt a wave of pity for the beasts that had entered!

Meanwhile.

Feng Qingran stopped at the edge of the Mountain of Blades and Sea of Fire.

The second trial should be next, right?

I wonder what the second trial is?

Feng Qingran looked at the mist ahead, reminded of the Sword Cemetery.

Is this place similar to the Sword Cemetery?

After hesitating for a moment, Feng Qingran resolutely stepped forward into the mist.

After entering the mist, Feng Qingran’s vision went black, and she abruptly lost all consciousness.

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“Ranran, wake up. The sun is warming your bottom.”

An extremely gentle voice roused Feng Qingran from her sleep.

Feng Qingran opened her almond eyes, feeling a moment of confusion. Who was this gentle and serene woman?

The woman’s beautiful eyes were filled with tenderness. Her slender hand patted Feng Qingran’s head. “Ranran, still not fully awake? You can sleep a little more after breakfast.”

Feng Qingran looked at her own small hands and feet, her voice childish as she asked, “How old am I?”

“Ranran is four and a half years old this year. How could you forget your own age?” The woman’s every movement was a pleasure to behold, her demeanor picturesque.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, naturally dark without need for pencil; her lips were as if painted with cinnabar, naturally red without need for rouge.

A flicker of confusion passed through Feng Qingran’s almond eyes. Why did she have no memory of such a great beauty?

A look of vigilance flashed deep in Feng Qingran’s eyes. Although she couldn’t remember why she had become small, she clearly remembered falling into the Sword Cemetery, meeting her master, then her senior brothers…

And then…

Feng Qingran suddenly realized her memories were regressing.

Now she could only remember things that happened before the auction…

It felt as if something was draining her memories?

Even the things she could remember were becoming fewer and fewer!

“You go out first. I’ll get dressed,” Feng Qingran decided not to raise the alarm for now. She needed to find a way to write some things down.

Hearing Feng Qingran’s words, the woman gave a charming, breathtaking smile. “Ranran has grown up and learned to be shy. Then Mother will wait for you outside.”

Seeing the woman leave, Feng Qingran immediately got up to observe her surroundings.

It was an ordinary room.

Inside the door was a table. To the left was a bookcase, to the right was another bookcase. She seemed to have seen this kind of cabinet somewhere before?

The entire room was simply yet exquisitely furnished.

One could tell that the person who arranged the room had been very attentive.

That woman said she was her mother?

She must be the mother of the Feng Qingran from the book.

Feng Qingran’s small face showed a trace of gravity.

Before transmigrating into the book, she was an orphan. After transmigrating, she had never met Feng Qingran’s mother…

Even if she had fallen into an illusion, she shouldn’t be meeting Feng Qingran’s mother first, right?

Didn’t illusions usually arrange things based on one’s own memories?

Feng Qingran realized the more she tried to remember, the more she forgot.

She hurried to the table, picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and wanted to write something down.

But what if someone in the illusion saw what she wrote? Would it have an impact?

Feng Qingran hesitated, unsure what to write…

A drop of ink dripped onto the paper.

Something flashed through Feng Qingran’s mind.

As if guided by an unseen force, she lowered the brush and drew something on the paper.