My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 11

In front of the Xuantian Main Hall.

A group of disciples stood in the giant pit, waiting for the Sect Leader to hand out the colored paper slips.

Shen Zhuli stood at the very front, looking back to find Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei.

She waved at the two of them, squeezing through the crowd. “Excuse me, let me through, please, let me through.”

Catching her breath, she reached Lin Yumo. “Senior Sister Lin, I’ve found out everything. In this Sword Trials Tournament, there are only three disciples with the strongest skill.”

The Sect Leader waved his hand, and thousands of paper slips of different colors fluttered down.

Lin Yumo casually caught a green slip and asked, “Which three?”

The first round was a group battle, meaning people with the same color slip were in one group, fighting in a chaotic free-for-all, with only one person remaining to enter the second round.

Mu Xuewei quietly discarded the green slip in her hand. Facing her Senior Sister in the first round would somewhat restrict her performance.

Shen Zhuli had originally grabbed a black slip, but it was forcefully snatched away, and she was given a blue one instead.

Her gaze swept across the pit. Heh, as expected.

She pointed to the person wearing a black robe and a bamboo hat, sighing, “That one with the blue slip, Li Feng, is one of the three prodigies. He was the second-place winner in last year’s Sword Trials Tournament.”

“Although he’s my Senior Brother, I’ve barely seen him. They say he’s a blade fanatic.”

“He’s likely here to claim the champion title this year.”

Lin Yumo mentally noted this, watching the disciples scramble for the different colored slips.

In fact, scrambling for slips was also a way of testing strength. Take Li Feng, for example. He stood there with his slip, and no one dared to challenge him.

Lin Yumo asked, “Who are the other two?”

“The one holding the pink slip, Bei Mingzhe, is said to come from a major cultivation family. He entered the Inner Sect at the same time as us and is considered a top talent of our generation. Rumor has it he has a lot of potential to be the champion.”

Lin Yumo glanced down at the pink slip in Mu Xuewei’s hand, pressing her lips together. Given Mu Xuewei’s strength, facing him, she would definitely lose.

She watched Mu Xuewei, whose hand was clenched around the slip.

Mu Xuewei was a very stubborn girl. Lin Yumo worried that Mu Xuewei wouldn’t admit defeat, and that Bei Mingzhe didn’t look like someone to be trifled with. After all, the Sword Trials Tournament was a genuine fight with real weapons. Injuries were real injuries, and if someone died, they were truly dead.

If her Master returned and found Mu Xuewei seriously injured, how would she explain it?

Mu Xuewei frowned, also feeling a little worried. She actually really wanted to enter the second round because those who made it to the second round, regardless of their final ranking, would receive silver.

Although she didn’t lack silver, in her Senior Sister’s eyes, she did.

However, if she won against Bei Mingzhe, it would be hard to explain to her Senior Sister.

Lin Yumo handed the green slip to Mu Xuewei, clearing her throat. “You… don’t… don’t lose, okay…”

Mu Xuewei smiled, exchanging slips with Lin Yumo. “I will not disappoint Senior Sister’s hopes.”

Shen Zhuli looked at the green slip in Mu Xuewei’s hand, then at the blue slip that was forced upon her. You, you little white lotus, you got what you wanted. Why is my life so miserable,

“GONG—” With the strike of a gong, the man standing in the center reached out and caught the last slip, which was black.

The disciples below who held black slips sighed frequently, but only Shen Zhuli couldn’t stifle her laugh. She looked at the disciple who had aggressively snatched the black slip, made a face at him, and couldn’t help but gloat.

“That one, that one!” She had a touch of schadenfreude in her voice. “The champion of last year’s Sword Trials Tournament! Chu Ji.”

Lin Yumo silently committed it to memory.

Back in the Purple Bamboo Grove, Lin Yumo’s expression became serious, more serious than when she faced the Butterfly Demon last time.

She channeled the spiritual power in her body into the Kunwu Sword. A silver light flared, and the bamboo leaves in the grove drifted down, swaying with her sword wind.

Her sword momentum was overwhelming, the sword wind fierce and sharp. Every move and form had the power to awaken the skies and shake the wilderness, yet she was able to retract her strength in time as the bamboo leaves passed the blade, so not a single leaf was damaged under her sword.

Li Shuangxing emerged from his room, holding a black slip. “Junior Sister, which group are you in?”

Lin Yumo smoothly withdrew her sword, slowly descending from a bamboo branch. The bent bamboo branch straightened up, swaying for a few moments before standing firmly in place.

“Pink.”

Li Shuangxing breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, he wasn’t pitted against Lin Yumo.

He knew that Lin Yumo’s talent in the way of the sword was absolutely unmatched among the prodigies of this generation.

Lin Yumo smiled, rested her sword behind her back, and sat down grandly under the pear blossom tree, drinking wine.

In her previous life, she had only cared about playing, and she was actually uncertain about her Senior Brother’s true strength.

But this time, since she was participating in the Sword Trials Tournament, she felt she ought to secure a good ranking to bring honor to her Master.

Her gaze involuntarily fell on the faintly lit room.

Mu Xuewei’s Peach Blossom Sword was broken, and it seemed like she had never mentioned it. If she went up to the ring tomorrow, how would she fight?

Lin Yumo looked at the bottom of the dark wine jar, her finger tracing the rim.

It would be better if she lost, she thought.

During the sixty years on Silent Snow Peak, she had utterly hated her.

But as time went on, that hatred was slowly worn away by Mu Xuewei, and she herself was worn down by Mu Xuewei until she had no temper left.

That’s why she ended up taking her own life.

Her hand touched the Qiankun Pouch at her waist, her eyelashes flickering.

But now, the person in front of her was just a young girl, a girl who was too scared to speak up even when bullied.

Lin Yumo set the wine jar under the pear blossom tree, stood up, and hung a sword outside Mu Xuewei’s room.

Although it wasn’t a great sword, it was certainly better than a peach wood sword.

I hope she… can win tomorrow.

“The Sword Trials Tournament—”

“Is officially commencing—”

Due to the large number of participants per color, the event was divided into two venues: Blue, Pink, and Purple groups were at Chasing Wind Hall, and Green, Black, and Red groups were at Xuantian Hall.

The first match was the Blue Group. As soon as Shen Zhuli stepped onto the stage, she declared, “I concede.”

In this Blue Group, the winner was certainly Li Feng, so she didn’t even want to struggle.

After all, Li Feng’s strength was not something that could be overcome by numbers, coordinated attacks, or ganging up on him.

Moreover, her Vast Sea Tide Song Sword technique wouldn’t be very effective in this dirt pit.

She jumped off the ring, throwing a seductive glance at Lin Yumo. “Go get ’em, Senior Sister Lin.”

Lin Yumo turned her head away, indicating she didn’t want to know her.

How embarrassing.

In the Pink Group’s arena, naturally, some disciples also conceded voluntarily.

Bei Mingzhe stood in the center of the ring, his thumb resting on the sword hilt.

Lin Yumo saw he wasn’t moving, so she didn’t move either.

Some disciples went up and exchanged a few moves with Bei Mingzhe, but were subdued by a single sword strike from him, creating a comical situation like “wielding a large saber in front of Guan Yu.”

Someone sighed in resignation, “Why bother fighting? Let’s go, let’s go.”

“Such bad luck.”

“I’m leaving, I concede.”

“I concede too.”

Only about a dozen people tried to challenge Bei Mingzhe, but they were all defeated one by one and knocked off the ring.

Finally, only two figures remained on the stage: Bei Mingzhe and Lin Yumo.

“You won’t concede?” After a long pause, once he was sure Lin Yumo had no intention of leaving the stage, Bei Mingzhe finally spoke.

Lin Yumo shrugged. “Are you very strong?”

Bei Mingzhe paused, then chuckled softly, humbly shaking his head. “I’m not strong, but you are quite arrogant.”

“Mm.” Lin Yumo nodded, acknowledging his statement. Her Kunwu Sword was already out of its sheath. “How do you want to fight?”

“Three moves,” he said. “If you can force me to draw my sword within three moves, you win.”

He had long heard of Lin Yumo’s reputation—“The Number One Dandy of Mount Xuanling.” To put it bluntly, she had a good Master to back her up. He had seen many people like her when he was a mortal. They were nothing but airheads inside.

Lin Yumo closed her eyes for a moment, then nodded. She never thought she would have such good fortune in this life.

I really didn’t expect a pie to fall from the sky right in front of me.

Lin Yumo slowly drew her sword, and this scene, in Bei Mingzhe’s eyes, became her being cautious with her sword, afraid to make a mistake, which further confirmed his belief that she was an airhead.

Bei Mingzhe tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You should just concede…”

The next moment, a silver sword was already held against his neck. Half of the blade was still hidden in the sheath, but the exposed part had already drawn a red mark on his neck, seeping beads of blood.

He hadn’t even clearly seen Lin Yumo move.

Lin Yumo was also a little bewildered. Hadn’t Shen Zhuli said he was a dark horse? Hadn’t she said he could be the champion?

Just like that…?

Just like that…?

The disciples who had conceded early were filled with regret. Some even said, right in front of Bei Mingzhe, “If I had known he was so weak, why would I have conceded?”

“I could have beaten him, too. Maybe I could have been the champion of the Sword Trials Tournament.”

Lin Yumo smoothly sheathed her sword, stylishly flicked the blade, and walked off the stage without looking back.

She pouted. This wasn’t what I had imagined. I shouldn’t have switched slips with Mu Xuewei. I bet Mu Xuewei could have won against him, too.

She walked back with Shen Zhuli, casually stretching her back.

Suddenly, she looked toward the direction of Xuantian Hall. She wondered how Mu Xuewei was doing. Although her group didn’t have anyone particularly powerful, she couldn’t help but feel a little worried, a hollow feeling in her heart.

She gripped her sword, turned sideways, and changed direction.

Shen Zhuli looked back and forth at Lin Yumo, repeatedly opening and closing her mouth, her face looking somewhat troubled.

She ran in front of Lin Yumo. “Senior Sister Lin, how about I treat you to a meal down the mountain to celebrate?”

Lin Yumo shook her head. “I need to go check on Xuantian Hall.”

“Don’t…” Shen Zhuli quickly stopped herself.

Lin Yumo looked back at her. “What do you want to say?”

“No, I…” She stood rooted in front of Lin Yumo. “Ah… Senior Sister Lin, I think you don’t need to worry about Xuewei. There’s no one very strong in her group. She’ll be fine.”

When she said that, Lin Yumo became even more worried, instead quickening her pace toward Xuantian Hall, ignoring Shen Zhuli’s attempts to talk.

Shen Zhuli dropped her head in discouragement. Seeing that she couldn’t stop Lin Yumo, she thought, This is not good.

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