My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 1

On Jingxue Peak, the view was vast and desolate. The white snow was like a silver sea—magnificent, yet lonely.

Lin Yumo looked down. This was the sixtieth year she had been locked here by Mu Xuewei.

For these sixty years, only she had been here.

A flippant smile on her lips, she sat in a chair, holding an ice blade.

The ice blade was extremely thin and transparent.

Her wrist moved slightly, and through the refraction of the sun, she could see her peach blossom eyes reflected in the ice blade, which made her look deeply affectionate no matter what she gazed at. Her brow carried a hint of heroism, and she had a somewhat youthful look overall.

Behind her came the light “tap-tap” sound of footsteps on snow, very faint, as if afraid to disturb her, walking very lightly.

Lin Yumo flicked her wrist and hid the ice blade in her sleeve.

The woman who arrived was dressed in white, with cloud patterns embroidered on the sleeves with silver thread. The hem of the white robe fell to her feet, and a pair of jade feet were faintly visible as she stepped.

She walked barefoot in the snow, her toes chilled bright red.

Her three thousand silver threads cascaded like a waterfall to her waist. She slowly sat down opposite Lin Yumo, lifting her frost-white lashes to reveal a pair of grey pupils.

Her gaze fell on Lin Yumo’s sleeve. She frowned slightly, a hint of disappointment in her expression, “Sixty years, and you still want to kill me.”

Her tone was flat and gentle, speaking the word “kill” lightly, without a trace of anger.

Lin Yumo met her grey pupils with a bit of mockery.

Mu Xuewei’s eyes were a misty grey, bottomless, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

Since she had seen the ice blade, she might as well take it out openly. There was no need to pretend anymore.

This ice blade was indeed originally intended to kill her, but in these sixty years, she had only seen her twice: once on the day she locked her here, and the second time was today.

But today, this ice blade was not meant to kill her…

Lin Yumo took the ice blade out of her sleeve, tossed it onto the table casually, placing it squarely in front of Mu Xuewei, tapping the hilt of the blade with her fingertip.

“Mu Xuewei, you’ve been at Xuanling Mountain for so many years, how did I not realize you were more suited to cultivate the Heartless Dao than I am?”

“Thousands of disciples, you killed them just like that. A great sect, you slaughtered it just like that.”

Mu Xuewei’s thin lips moved slightly, wanting to speak but holding back. Her gaze fell on the Dark Jade lock chain behind Lin Yumo, and she pursed her lips.

Small snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Snow crystals landed on Mu Xuewei’s pale lashes, melting into tiny droplets, adding a hint of warmth to her originally cold appearance.

She raised her fingertip and touched her eyelashes. After a long pause, she finally said, “What if I said… the disciples of Xuanling Mountain were not killed by me?”

Her voice was still light, like the snowflakes falling from the sky, gently landing in Lin Yumo’s ears.

“…Would you… believe it…” Her voice was shaky, trembling, yet the person opposite her heard a hint of pleading.

Lin Yumo froze for a moment. The formidable Demon Venerable actually carried a hint of humility in this moment—was it her illusion?

She gave a light laugh. The dead cannot be brought back to life. Does it still matter whether she believes it or not?

Lin Yumo’s hand landed on the ice blade. Veins stood out on the back of her reddened hand, and the knuckles gripping the hilt gradually tightened.

Mu Xuewei watched her action, not intending to dodge at all. Instead, she slowly closed her eyes.

The snow on Jingxue Peak suddenly grew heavier. A biting wind traveled thirty thousand miles. The originally pale sky suddenly succumbed, and thick snowflakes were scraped up from the ground, soaring into the sky.

With a “poof” sound, a noise like ripping silk sounded.

Mu Xuewei frowned. The so-called pain never arrived. She opened her eyes. Large splatters of blood landed on her white robe, staining the silver-white cloud patterns crimson.

A deep, long cut was left on Lin Yumo’s neck, and she slowly fell down.

Mu Xuewei froze for a moment, her body numb. She intended to stand up by lifting her skirt, but her legs were uncontrollably weak, and she stumbled, falling to her knees.

Her hand touched the snow, enduring the fierce wind and heavy snow, as she crawled little by little towards Lin Yumo.

Her reddened fingertips touched Lin Yumo’s hand, clasping their fingers tightly, tightly together. She lay down beside her, resting her head on Lin Yumo’s shoulder, and slowly closed her eyes.

Mu Xuewei clearly felt the wind and snow ravaging her. She wanted to cry, but not a single tear fell.

In the month of June, Jingxue Peak had the biggest snowfall in ten thousand years, burying two bodies: one was Lin Yumo’s, and the other was Mu Xuewei’s.

…

“Junior Sister!”

“Junior Sister!”

June in summer, with lush growth and soaring birds.

Sunlight shone through the window lattice onto Lin Yumo’s body. Her cold body gradually regained warmth.

Lin Yumo suddenly sat up in shock, gasping for air. The suffocating feeling on her neck was disappearing, and the numbness in her body was fading.

A piece of rice paper that had fallen to the ground was blown over by the wind, gently landing on Lin Yumo’s face. Lin Yumo took the paper in her hand. A turtle was drawn on it.

She couldn’t help but curve her lips, finding it a bit funny.

She looked at the scattered calligraphy and paintings in the room, and the books used to prop up the table leg.

This is… Xuanling Mountain!

She… she has been reborn?

She subconsciously touched her neck, cold sweat breaking out on her back. That feeling of her whole body gradually freezing was truly unpleasant.

And, slitting her own throat was too painful. She should have chosen another way to die.

Li Shuangxing paced back and forth at the doorway, his hand repeatedly dropping from the doorframe, “Junior Sister!”

“If we don’t go to the Hundred Contest Assembly now, we’ll be late!”

“Master will be angry!”

“We’ll be punished again!”

The Hundred Contest Assembly!

Lin Yumo shivered. Memories from her previous life rushed at her, scene after scene flowing through her mind.

That’s right.

It was the Hundred Contest Assembly.

In her memory, in the previous life, Mu Xuewei passed the assessment of the Hundred Contest Assembly to enter the Inner Sect and became a disciple of the Third Master, which led to a series of subsequent tragedies.

And now, she absolutely cannot let Mu Xuewei enter the Inner Sect.

Lin Yumo took a deep breath, stood up from the couch, grabbed a piece of shortbread from the table and tossed it into her mouth, then kicked the door open. The two doors hit Li Shuangxing squarely, catching him off guard.

“Senior Brother, hurry up, there’s no time!”

Li Shuangxing rubbed his forehead, steadied the trembling door, and sighed.

He jogged and ran to keep up with Lin Yumo, feeling puzzled. His Junior Sister had always been the type to not worry even when the house was on fire.

For a major assembly like this, she would usually dawdle, even secretly sneak down the mountain to relax. Why was she suddenly so anxious today?

…

She absolutely cannot let Mu Xuewei enter the Inner Sect!

Absolutely not!

“What took you so long to arrive?” A voice of imposing authority, without anger, made Lin Yumo stop in her tracks.

The person in front of her, dressed in black robes with a celestial and scholarly demeanor, was precisely her Master, Wei Qingyi, who usually indulged her the most.

When she made a mistake, Master would bear the responsibility. When she caused trouble, Master would protect her. Only the temper…

She hadn’t seen Master for a very long time.

It felt truly good to see Master again.

She scratched her head and smiled, “Master, I wasn’t late this time, oh.”

Wei Qingyi smiled helplessly and pointed to a seat nearby, “Sit down.”

Lin Yumo sat down and looked down at the Tiankeng [Heaven Pit] below.

There were hundreds of disciples inside. They stood in groups in the Tiankeng, holding various handy weapons.

The rule of the Hundred Contest Assembly was for fellow disciples to fight each other until only ten people remained to enter the Inner Sect.

However, Xuanling Mountain still maintained a righteous conduct: in this Tiankeng, those who died were merely the disciples’ illusions; their real bodies would not perish.

She remembered that in the previous life, she not only arrived late for the Hundred Contest Assembly, but once she arrived, she just sat down here, covered her face with a large straw hat, and took a nap.

After all, she was already an Inner Sect disciple, and it didn’t concern her who the sect chose from the Outer Sect.

But this time was different. If that scourge entered the Inner Sect, it would be like raising a tiger to cause trouble.

Lin Yumo’s gaze swept through the Tiankeng, searching for the figure she would recognize even if she turned to ash.

Sure enough, Mu Xuewei was there.

The Inner Sect’s white robe she wore looked a bit yellowed on her. Everyone in the arena began to cluster, forming groups, discussing which group to eliminate first.

Only she was different.

She was just squatting on the ground alone, using a rock in front of her to sharpen the peach wood sword in her hand.

If someone were to tell Lin Yumo right now that this was the future Demon Venerable, she definitely wouldn’t believe it.

After all, Mu Xuewei looked silly and foolish right now. What was the point of sharpening a peach wood sword? Could she sharpen it into something fancy? Was it a kitchen knife?

A smile unconsciously tugged at Lin Yumo’s lips, then she suddenly snapped back to reality.

This Demon Venerable is the real deal!

With a “dong,” accompanied by the sound of a gong, a voice echoed throughout Xuanling Mountain, “Hundred Contest Assembly, begin now!”

A very thin silver needle appeared between Lin Yumo’s fingers. The sunlight falling on the needle, along with the natural light, helped conceal it.

Even though the current Mu Xuewei was just a simple-minded young girl, she felt a little reluctant, but for the sake of Xuanling Mountain, she had to act.

She let out a long breath, and with a flick of her finger, the silver needle shot towards Mu Xuewei.

Lin Yumo secretly thought: Demon Venerable, I’m sorry.

Living a second time, this was actually the best outcome.

As long as Mu Xuewei died in this Tiankeng and couldn’t make it into the top ten, she wouldn’t be able to enter the Inner Sect, she wouldn’t awaken her Demon Vein in this life, and there would be no tragedy at Xuanling Mountain.

Lin Yumo sighed in relief, her furrowed brow gradually smoothing out.

It was… all over.

The next moment, when Lin Yumo looked at Mu Xuewei again, she nearly fell out of her chair.

Mu Xuewei had actually turned around, timidly holding the peach wood sword in front of her. The silver needle had plunged straight into the peach wood sword.

The force carried by the needle’s tip made Mu Xuewei unable to withstand it. She took two steps back and landed on the ground on her rear.

Yet none of the other disciples dared to laugh out loud. Those who wanted to laugh desperately pressed their lips down, and some disciples’ shoulders were shaking from holding back their laughter.

Mu Xuewei woodenly picked up the peach wood sword, somewhat laboriously pulled out the silver needle, but did not make a fuss. She only glanced upwards.

Those grey pupils met Lin Yumo’s gaze, startling Lin Yumo into an involuntary shiver. The sense of sixty years of isolation on Jingxue Peak swept over her again.

Fortunately, Mu Xuewei only rested her gaze on her for a moment before retracting it, as if nothing had happened.

This scene was fully observed by Wei Qingyi.

“Yumo, this is a serious sect assessment; you are not allowed to mess around.”

Lin Yumo moved her stiff face, forcing out a smile as she turned to her Master, “Master, I was wrong. I just wanted to add some fun to the assessment~”

Wei Qingyi didn’t speak. She understood her precious disciple. All day long, she either played with cats and dogs or caused trouble, and she still hadn’t settled down in her twenties.

She looked towards Mu Xuewei, somewhat worried that Lin Yumo’s mischief might cause an incident for the little girl, and it would be problematic if it affected the assessment result.

But as she watched, her expression changed.

Wei Qingyi frowned, then slowly smoothed her brow. “This girl has exceptionally good talent and constitution.”

Lin Yumo stepped forward and stood in front of Wei Qingyi, blocking her view, preventing her from scrutinizing Mu Xuewei any further.

That little girl is a descendant of the demon race with a Demon Vein. If her talent and constitution weren’t exceptional, how could she become the Demon Venerable?

In the previous life, without her interference, Mu Xuewei only became a disciple of the Third Master. She didn’t expect that this time, in trying to outsmart others, she would end up suffering a loss, accidentally drawing her Master’s attention to Mu Xuewei.

“Master, I…” she bluffed, “I have some cultivation problems I want to ask you about…”

Wei Qingyi forcefully pulled Lin Yumo aside, refocusing her gaze on Mu Xuewei, and said dismissively, “Why aren’t you this diligent usually?”

Inside the Tiankeng, the fights were all group versus group. It seemed no one had noticed Mu Xuewei’s existence. After all, she looked weak and fragile, and had just caused a comical scene. No one would treat her as a threat.

Lin Yumo thought this.

Wei Qingyi suddenly stood up, walked towards the Sect Master seated on the high platform, and pointed at Mu Xuewei in the Tiankeng. “If this disciple makes it into the top fifty, then she shall become my disciple. Even if she cannot, I shall make an exception and accept her as a disciple of my Purple Bamboo Forest.”

“NO!” This objection came from two voices.

One was the Third Master’s, the other was Lin Yumo’s.

The Third Master stood up and said, “Wei Qingyi, what makes you so overbearing? You say you want this disciple, and she’s yours?”

Lin Yumo silently nodded in her heart, then darted to stand in front of Wei Qingyi, smiling playfully, “Master, didn’t you say I was your last disciple, and you wouldn’t take any more disciples in the future?”

Wei Qingyi’s face was cold, her gaze subtly challenging the Third Master. She answered seriously, “The door wasn’t shut tight enough. I’ll shut it again.”

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