My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 12

She followed closely behind Lin Yumo towards the Hall of Profound Heaven, even stepping into the spectator seats before Lin Yumo. Standing on the steps, she shouted towards the arena, “Junior Sister Xue Wei! You can do it—!”

In an instant, all the disciples who were originally staring below turned their heads to look at Shen Zhuli.

She was already dressed in bright red, and this shout attracted all eyes on the stage.

Even the disciples in the various arenas paused and looked up.

Mu Xuewei’s sword lost its momentum, and her fierce figure slowed.

Because of the forced retreat, she suffered a huge backlash, spitting out a mouthful of blood. Her legs went weak, and she knelt down.

Immediately after, a whip struck Mu Xuewei. Mu Xuewei raised her hand to block, but blood seeped from her arm and back.

Mu Xuewei ignored the pain, took a deep breath, and thought, Senior Sister’s timing truly couldn’t be worse.

Lin Yumo ran down a couple of steps, grabbing the railing.

It was Liu Yan again.

Damn it.

He’s not a man anymore, yet he still can’t be honest.

Mu Xuewei struggled to stand up, supporting herself with her sword. Her eyes were teary as she looked at the person on the stage. She turned her head, stood up straight with determination.

Her sword turned, and the wind in the arena suddenly stilled, then spun in front of her. A fierce wind swept up from the ground, carrying the potential of a Kunpeng soaring, and twisted towards Liu Yan.

The Sect Leader, sitting in the center of the Hall of Profound Heaven, stood up. Following closely, the Elders sitting next to the Sect Leader also stood up one after another. The entire audience of disciples watched Mu Xuewei’s sword momentum, dumbfounded.

The Sect Leader’s eyes showed a look of relief and praise. “The Free and Unfettered Sword Technique. Truly worthy of being Wei Qingyi’s disciple.”

“At such a young age, she already possesses a shadow of Wei Qingyi.”

“Good, the Unfettered Dao of my Profound Spirit Mountain finally has a successor.”

The fierce wind was split in two by a long whip, which struck towards Mu Xuewei again.

This one sword strike had basically exhausted all of Mu Xuewei’s strength. She couldn’t sustain herself any longer.

“Alas… still too young. Not enough cultivation…”

“What a pity… what a pity…”

Mu Xuewei’s eyes were blurred. Her sword fell to the ground with a “Clang—,” and she collapsed heavily.

The whip struck Mu Xuewei’s back again, tearing her skin and flesh. Fresh blood soaked through her white clothes, spreading a large patch on her back.

Liu Yan spat out a mouthful of blood and wiped it away with his sleeve.

He raised the whip in his hand again, striking towards Mu Xuewei in a retaliatory manner.

“Enough!” Lin Yumo shouted, “We forfeit!”

Liu Yan showed no sign of stopping. The long whip in his hand was already raised high, poised to fall on Mu Xuewei.

Lin Yumo flashed in front of Mu Xuewei, catching the whipping strike with her bare hands. “I said, enough!”

“Can’t you hear me!”

Her hand gripping the whip was trembling. Mu Xuewei, after all, was a disciple of the Purple Bamboo Forest and her, Lin Yumo’s, Junior Sister. She could bully her, but no one else could.

She forcefully pulled the whip from Liu Yan’s hand and swung it back at him, striking his body.

In her previous life, the sect suffered a tragic massacre, yet she survived. She felt guilty towards her fellow disciples. Reborn, she valued the camaraderie even more.

At this moment, she truly wanted to kill Liu Yan.

A bloody cut appeared on her palm, skin and flesh ripped open, but she paid it no mind. She stared coldly at Liu Yan, her five fingers forming a ‘knife hand’ gesture, and drew it across her neck.

“Senior Sister…”

Lin Yumo stared at Liu Yan for a long time. Only after calming the murderous intent in her heart did she turn around and softly say to Mu Xuewei, “Don’t move, I’ll carry you.”

“Stop right there—!”

Second Elder Lu Yan stood up from his high seat. His voice carried the thunder of rage, and the previously buzzing audience below instantly fell silent.

“How dare you, a junior, come onto and leave this arena as you please?”

Lin Yumo, holding Mu Xuewei, was so pressured by this dominating force that she couldn’t move a single step. She took a step back with her left foot, standing against Lu Yan’s pressure, refusing to bend her knee.

She glared angrily at Lu Yan. No wonder Liu Yan and Chen Yan were not good people. They were all dogs who relied on power to bully others. It turned out to be a case of the superior setting a bad example for the subordinates.

Lu Yan took out a stack of silver notes and scattered them towards Lin Yumo. “I hear my disciple injured your Junior Sister. I wonder if this money is enough compensation for you?”

Lin Yumo stared at him, saying nothing. Not because she didn’t want to speak, but because all her strength was used to resist the oppressive pressure.

She could clearly feel that Lu Yan wanted her to kneel and admit her mistake.

“I see you’re used to being arrogant and presumptuous, relying on your Master. How is it that you don’t kneel when you see me?”

“Kunwu—” Lin Yumo gritted her teeth and roared. Blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

Kunwu flew out of its sheath, breaking through the oppressive pressure, and shot straight towards Lu Yan’s face, but stopped one step in front of him. No matter what, it could not move an inch closer.

Lin Yumo stabilized her stance and straightened her back. “You didn’t teach me literature, nor did you teach me the Way. What kind of person are you, to be worthy of my kneel!”

She could kneel to her mother, her Master, and even the Third Master was worthy of her kneel.

But Lu Yan was truly unworthy.

Lu Yan waved his hand, and the Kunwu sword fell to the ground like scrap metal, rolling down a few steps.

He reached out, and Liu Yan’s whip was suspended from the stage, flying into his hand.

He swung it heavily towards Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo turned around, exposing her back. She couldn’t dodge it.

She could only protect Mu Xuewei. Given Mu Xuewei’s injuries, she definitely could not withstand this whip strike.

A flash of green light streaked across the sky, piercing the air. The Jade Bamboo Sword directly plunged in front of Lu Yan, causing his wrist to tremble. The whip slipped from his hand, and his whole body felt numb.

“I only went to the Abyss of Nine Chasms, I did not die there!”

Wei Qingyi descended from the sky. Her black robe fluttered, and she landed steadily in front of Lin Yumo.

Her ink-black hair was tied up high, fastened with a hair tie embroidered with golden bamboo patterns, just like Lin Yumo’s.

Although she looked up at Lu Yan, her eyes were full of disdain and contempt.

“Are you looking to die, Lu Yan? How dare you bully my disciple!”

Lin Yumo instantly showed a wronged expression and called out, “Master.”

Her Master had always been like this, extremely…

Powerful!

Wei Qingyi never cared about what others thought, nor did she care about any unfounded notion of propriety. All she cared about was this little disciple.

Standing in the spectator area, Shen Zhuli’s eyes sparkled. Is this the Master of Xue Wei and Senior Sister Lin?

She’s too overbearing!

Thinking of her own Master, who was both stern and serious, she couldn’t help but sigh.

She also wanted a Master like this—

So, she hurried down from the stands, stood beside Lin Yumo, and behind Wei Qingyi, raising her chin proudly.

It was as if she was saying, ‘I’m also someone she’s protecting. Let’s see who dares to mess with me now!’

Lu Yan clasped his hands behind his back, angry but not daring to speak.

“Let’s go,” Wei Qingyi said, tilting her head. As she turned, she did not forget to glare at Lu Yan and let out a cold snort. The silver notes scattered on the ground floated up in front of Lu Yan and instantly shredded into paper scraps.

As she stepped out of the Hall of Profound Heaven, the Jade Bamboo Sword abruptly pulled itself out of the ground. Following the path Wei Qingyi took, it obediently hung on her waist.

Lin Yumo followed behind her, holding Mu Xuewei. Behind her was Shen Zhuli.

Upon reaching the Purple Bamboo Forest, Wei Qingyi coldly looked at Shen Zhuli and asked, “Whose disciple are you, and what are you doing following me to the Purple Bamboo Forest?”

“Ang, ang, ang—” Shen Zhuli finally reacted. She had been staring at the Master in a daze and hadn’t had time to think of an excuse. “I… I came to ask for guidance from Master…”

“I’ve long heard that your Unfettered Dao is greatly accomplished, and today I want to witness it.”

Lin Yumo was anxious about Mu Xuewei’s injuries, so she carried Mu Xuewei into the room, leaving the open area to her Master and Shen Zhuli.

Wei Qingyi looked at Shen Zhuli and said bluntly, “I haven’t taught you literature, nor have I accepted you as a disciple. You cannot call me ‘Master.’ You should call me Fourth Elder.”

Shen Zhuli shook her head. “That’s not right. Xue Wei and I have known each other for a long time, like sisters. Since she calls you Master, I naturally have to follow her seniority and call you that.”

Shen Zhuli looked at Wei Qingyi with a giggle. Although she knew she was being a little shameless, what was the use of being proper? Would being proper allow her to have this Master?

“Suit yourself,” Wei Qingyi said, flicking her sleeve, too lazy to bother with Shen Zhuli. She made to leave.

“Hey… Master, you haven’t discussed the Unfettered Dao with me yet…”

Wei Qingyi casually raised her hand, and a gust of strong wind lifted Shen Zhuli and sent her ten miles outside the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The strong wind suddenly subsided, and Shen Zhuli fell heavily to the ground.

She rubbed her butt and stood up, disappointed. She played with the jade pendant at her waist, swinging it in her hand, twirling it around.

She suddenly smiled, put her hands on her hips, and shouted toward the Purple Bamboo Forest, unwilling to give up, “Then I’ll come back another day to ask Master for guidance—”

After cleaning the wound, Lin Yumo transferred her spiritual power to Mu Xuewei and fed her a medicinal pill to help Mu Xuewei regain some energy.

The injury was fortunately only visually frightening and did not harm any vital points. Otherwise, she would definitely kill Liu Yan.

“Senior Sister… am I going to die?” Mu Xuewei clutched Lin Yumo’s sleeve, her voice trembling, sounding truly pitiful.

Lin Yumo gently patted her hand. “Don’t worry, it’s a flesh wound. You’ll be fine after a few months of rest.”

She pursed her lips for a long time before raising her eyelashes, looking straight at Mu Xuewei, and speaking. “I’m sorry.”

“I… I didn’t know the Green Group would have Liu Yan…”

She looked at the blood in the basin, the blood from cleaning her wound.

She would rather Mu Xuewei had faced that Bei Mingzhe than see her injured like this. How painful must this be?

A young girl cares the most about her skin. Receiving such a whip strike would make it very difficult not to leave a scar.

She didn’t know if Mu Xuewei cared about it.

“But Senior Sister’s initial intention was good, wasn’t it?”

Hearing this, Lin Yumo felt even more guilty. “I…”

“Senior Sister is kind-hearted, that’s why you offered to switch the slips with me,” Mu Xuewei slightly pulled the corners of her mouth, revealing a comforting smile.

“Does it still hurt?” Lin Yumo asked.

Mu Xuewei shook her head. “It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

“Then I’ll go back,” Lin Yumo stood up, picking up the basin of bloody water to leave. “You rest well.”

“Senior Sister,” Mu Xuewei called her, “I’m still a little bit in pain.”

She inhaled sharply, furrowing her brows, looking as if she was in unbearable pain. “Senior Sister, I hurt so much.”

“Senior Sister…”

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