Little Junior Sister, We Can’t Handle This Grind Anymore - Chapter 99

The Primordial Singing Snake clearly hadn’t anticipated this point and was still hung up on other things.

“Yinglong, it still doesn’t make sense! If this girl entered the Heavenly Sword Sect, why would she come to the Ten Directions Domain? I remember that kid Mo Jinghong is from the Lingyun Sect, right?”

“And from what I see here, Feng Qingran has a Five Elements spiritual root. So how did she even reach Foundation Establishment?”

“Also, this Su Yanran isn’t right either. How does she seem to know everything beforehand? Every good thing just happens to fall into her lap…”

…

The Primordial Singing Snake kept grumbling, nearly rushing in to throw punches.

Yinglong: …

I finally managed to get a little bit of focus, but it was all completely disrupted.

“Singing Snake, how about you go hibernate?” Yinglong said earnestly.

The Primordial Singing Snake raised its voice, “Why?”

“You, an ancient monster who’s lived who knows how many years, getting worked up over such trivial matters here… if word got out, it would be a great disgrace to us ferocious beasts,” Yinglong’s words carried a hint of disdain.

At the same time, it felt relieved that with the Singing Snake’s level of intelligence, it would never discover Feng Qingran’s secret.

“Yinglong! Don’t think you can look down on me just because I can’t beat you!” The Primordial Singing Snake instantly flared up.

It didn’t want to get so agitated either, but Feng Qingran’s experiences were just too infuriating for a beast.

She was a perfectly fine young girl, yet every step she took was being manipulated by someone…

“I’m not looking down on you. I just want you to be quiet. What you’re seeing is all an act put on by the other ferocious beasts, especially Qiongqi. It holds a deep grudge against Feng Qingran and is definitely taking this chance to get back at her…”

Hearing Yinglong’s words, the Primordial Singing Snake realized it was all an act.

Yinglong quietly watched the scenes in the mirror, where decades had already passed within.

The longer one stayed in the Labyrinthine Illusory Realm, the harder it became to realize the world they were in was false.

It was very curious: what exactly would Feng Qingran rely on to break the illusion?

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Within the illusion.

Feng Qingran fell into deep thought once again, staring coldly at the painting on the paper.

What did this glimpse of splendor bird mean?

What did Mother want to remind her of by leaving this?

Feng Qingran felt as if she was trapped in a fog, needing something to awaken her.

Bam!—

The door was kicked open.

Feng Qingran immediately clenched the paper in her hand.

A young woman in yellow strode in, looking imperious. “Feng Qingran, a mere menial disciple like you dares to slack off? You’re looking for death!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the whip in her hand lashed toward Feng Qingran.

Despite Feng Qingran dodging quickly, without any cultivation, she couldn’t evade an attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

The whip struck her back viciously.

Pfft!—

Feng Qingran spat out a mouthful of blood, her back burning with pain.

However, the young woman in yellow didn’t let her off because of this. She raised her whip and continued lashing at Feng Qingran.

Each strike bit into flesh. Soon, Feng Qingran’s whole body was a bloody, mangled mess.

The young woman in yellow seemed to tire from the beating.

She stopped, looking down disdainfully at the barely-alive Feng Qingran. “This is a warning. If you dare slack off next time, I’ll throw you out!”

Feng Qingran lay on the ground, her eyes turning crimson.

She slowly lifted her head, glaring coldly at the young woman in yellow. She, Feng Qingran, would remember this grudge!

“What are you looking at?!” Malice flashed in the young woman’s eyes as she aimed her whip straight at Feng Qingran’s face.

Swish!—

The whip tore a large gash across Feng Qingran’s face, flesh curling back.

Feng Qingran’s lips turned deathly pale. She trembled from the pain but didn’t utter a word.

Feng Qingran deeply regretted it. Why had she ever entered the Heavenly Sword Sect?

Why endure this humiliation within the Heavenly Sword Sect?

Meeting Feng Qingran’s icy gaze, the young woman’s heart skipped a beat. Why did Feng Qingran seem like a vengeful ghost clawing its way up from the underworld?

A chill ran down the young woman’s spine. She snorted coldly, gripped her whip, and stalked off.

As soon as the young woman in yellow left, another young woman walked in.

It was Su Yanran.

A flicker passed through Su Yanran’s eyes, feigned anxiety on her face. “Ranran, what happened to you?”

Hearing Su Yanran’s address, Feng Qingran snapped back to reality, the ice in her eyes melting away. Weakly, she said, “I’m fine.”

Drip—

A drop of blood fell to the ground.

Seeing the blood, a cold glint flashed deep in Su Yanran’s eyes. She took out a handkerchief and pressed it directly onto Feng Qingran’s wound.

The pain made Feng Qingran’s brows furrow tightly, nearly causing her to faint.

“Ranran, bear with it. We need to wipe the blood away first before we can bandage it,” Su Yanran said, pocketing the blood-soaked handkerchief and handing Feng Qingran a low-grade Blood-Ceasement Pill.

As soon as Feng Qingran took the pill, Su Yanran excused herself, saying she had matters to attend to.

Feng Qingran stared in the direction Su Yanran had left for a long time before finally coming back to her senses.

She could distinguish false affection from true. Su Yanran had never genuinely cared for her.

But so what?

She just wanted to hear Su Yanran call her ‘Ranran,’ that’s all.

Feng Qingran opened the paper clenched in her hand again. It was now stained with bright red blood.

The speckled bloodstains, paired with the glimpse of splendor in the painting.

Black and red overlapping, as if the glimpse of splendor was sinking into the landscape painting, about to journey afar to the mortal world.

“Mo Jinghong… Mo Jinghong…” Feng Qingran unconsciously uttered the name.

Instantly, faint cyan light emanated from around Feng Qingran.

Her almond-shaped eyes suddenly turned sharp. “Seventh Senior Brother, the Ten Directions Domain, mountains of knives and seas of fire, the desolate wastelands…”

Feng Qingran’s gaze turned grim. So the world she was currently in was one constructed by the illusion.

Everything that happened here strictly followed the trajectory of the book.

She had joined the Heavenly Sword Sect, had her jade bracelet taken, and suffered humiliation from Sheng Shike…

Su Yanran, having just obtained the scabbard from the auction, couldn’t wait to take her blood…

What shocked Feng Qingran even more was that the original host’s mother had actually told her to seek out Su Yanran.