My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 13

Lin Yumo quickly put down the basin and walked over to her, saying with great concern, “Where does it still hurt? Should I go to the Hundred Herbs Valley and invite Third Master to take a look?”

She gently pulled and shook Mu Xuewei’s arm. “Do your joints hurt?”

“A little.”

“Ah? What about… what about your meridians? Try circulating your spiritual energy.”

“Hmm… a little blocked.”

“Then let me help you walk a couple of rounds? To see if your ankle is injured?”

“I don’t quite have the strength…”

Lin Yumo looked up and met Mu Xuewei’s faint smile. Her gray pupils were bright, the smile reaching her eyes, making her look like a sly little fox, astute and knowing.

“Aha, Mu Xuewei, you tricked me.”

“No, it really does hurt a little,” she said, smiling, her voice soft and gentle, carrying a hint of weakness.

Lin Yumo put her hands on her hips, both exasperated and amused by Mu Xuewei. She had been genuinely worried about her, but she had been deliberately playing a trick.

She really had been staying too long in the Purple Bamboo Forest; getting familiar with her had made her go bad.

“Fine, I’ll go make you the decoction so your wounds heal faster.”

Mu Xuewei didn’t reply, simply watching Lin Yumo’s retreating figure. Her gaze gradually turned cold, and a killing intent was hidden in her gray pupils. The jade pendant she had received from Liu Yan as a prize was crushed to powder in her hand.

Seeking death.

Lin Yumo sat under the cool canopy, fanning herself and watching the fire under the pot of medicine.

It was already the seventh lunar month, and the weather was indeed much hotter. She started to sweat just sitting there.

She fanned the fire for a bit, then fanned herself for a bit to cool down.

“Master.” Lin Yumo stood up, respectfully greeting her.

Wei Qingyi glanced at the medicine pot, a slight smile touching her lips. It seemed taking that girl Mu as a disciple was the right decision; this mischievous apprentice of hers was finally learning to take care of others.

Lin Yumo felt a little embarrassed and stiffly started a conversation, “Master, any discoveries regarding the Abyss of Nine Hells?”

Wei Qingyi said, “The number of demonic beasts around the Abyss of Nine Hells has surged, and when I went there, I noticed they were devouring each other.”

“On average, only the strongest one in every five demonic beasts manages to survive.”

“This initially made me think that the Demon Race was massively boosting their combat power.”

“Later, I discovered that not all demonic beasts were fighting. Only the Swallowtail Snakes and the Bluetail Golden Scorpions were locked in combat.”

“And they showed no hostility towards other demonic beasts.”

Lin Yumo’s attention was focused on the boiling medicine pot. Seeing the decoction was ready, she quickly grabbed the pot. The heat burned her slightly, so she swiftly circulated the cold qi within her body to counter the high temperature. Only then did she manage to lift the pot and pour out the black medicinal liquid.

“Will the immortal sects send people to suppress them?” Lin Yumo asked casually, holding the bowl of medicine.

“I will speak to the Sect Master, and he will discuss it with the other six immortal sects.”

Lin Yumo nodded, carefully carrying the bowl into Mu Xuewei’s room.

She patiently said, “Drink some medicine; you’ll get better faster.”

Mu Xuewei took a sip, then stopped drinking, murmuring, “It’s bitter.”

“Mu Xuewei, don’t be so spoiled. I don’t have any candy for you,” Lin Yumo said, her face stern.

Mu Xuewei reached out and hooked her fingers onto Lin Yumo’s waist. She knew her senior sister kept crunchy candy there.

Senior Sister wouldn’t put such small, enjoyable things in her spatial storage pouch; keeping it on her waist was more convenient for eating.

Mu Xuewei unwrapped the cowhide paper covering the crunchy candy and looked up at Lin Yumo.

“Ah! That’s… that’s the last piece…” Lin Yumo sounded a bit reluctant.

Mu Xuewei said nothing, merely rewrapped it and handed it back to Lin Yumo, saying, “Actually… it’s alright if I suffer a bit. If Senior Sister likes it, please keep it…”

She held the candy in her hand, presenting it to Lin Yumo, watching her with a pitiful expression.

This made Lin Yumo look rather stingy.

It was just one piece of crunchy candy, and she felt awkward asking for it back. Besides, just smelling the medicine was enough to tell how bitter it must be.

She leaned down slightly and whispered gently, “Then… can you drink the medicine first? I’ll give you the candy after you drink the medicine.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Mu Xuewei raised her arm, drawing a sharp breath; it still hurt a bit, even though it was bandaged.

“You… don’t move. I’ll do it.” Lin Yumo sat next to Mu Xuewei, picked up a spoon, and brought a spoonful to Mu Xuewei’s lips.

She continued spooning it to her, spoon after spoon, her gaze fixed on the bowl, judging entirely by feeling when Mu Xuewei had finished, until the medicine was all gone, revealing the brown bottom of the bowl.

She wondered, was Mu Xuewei really a bad person?

It didn’t seem so.

In the month they had spent together, she only felt that Mu Xuewei was very pitiful and made her heart ache.

Soft-spoken, gentle, and easily bullied; it was hard to imagine such a person becoming the Demon Lord in the future.

If… if she kept a close eye on her, could she also become a carefree Daoist Master like her own Master, revered as the “Cloud Shadow Immortal Venerable,” instead of becoming a universally reviled Demon Dao Venerable?

Li Shuangxing returned from the tournament ring in the afternoon. The sunset glow filled the sky above the Purple Bamboo Forest, casting an ambiguous golden layer even on the eaves.

He was looking for his two junior sisters when he suddenly froze, his jaw nearly dropping.

Lin Yumo was… was feeding Junior Sister Mu medicine?

The soft sunset glow fell on both their faces. This was the first time he had seen Lin Yumo look so… so gentle…

When he was young, he had been injured, even falling into a coma.

How did Lin Yumo feed him medicine?

She dislocated his jaw and force-fed him!

The difference was too vast.

He closed his mouth in astonishment, quietly returning to his own room. He collapsed onto his bed, looking half-dead. It seemed he had been delusional before.

Lin Yumo held the spoon, scraping the bottom of the bowl, and again offered it to Mu Xuewei’s lips.

“Senior Sister… it’s empty…” Mu Xuewei’s fingertip touched Lin Yumo’s hand, stopping her action.

“Senior Sister?”

“Senior Sister?”

Lin Yumo snapped out of her daze, her eyes meeting Mu Xuewei’s gray ones. A hint of emotion was hidden there, which, to Lin Yumo, felt like a spring breeze carrying willow catkins, both warm and slightly itchy.

She suddenly felt her face flush, and she quickly avoided the burning gaze, awkwardly getting up and walking out of Mu Xuewei’s room without a word. She only exhaled a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was around. Then she touched her own cheek.

Why are you blushing just from feeding her medicine?

She picked up water from the jar and splashed it haphazardly onto her face.

She told herself in her heart: Lin Yumo, you are not allowed to blush. You’ve lived two lives; what kind of situation haven’t you seen!

But she really hadn’t seen a situation like this before… Humph…

After the winners of the four groups in the Sword Trial Tournament—Li Feng, Lin Yumo, Liu Yan, and Chu Ji—were determined, a draw would decide who would fight whom in the one-on-one matches.

“Senior Sister Lin! Senior Sister Lin! The draw results are out!”

Shen Zhuli ran into the Purple Bamboo Forest.

For the past three days, she had been running to the Purple Bamboo Forest daily, claiming to visit Junior Sister Xuewei. But Lin Yumo always felt she was here to see someone else, as her gaze wasn’t solely focused on a simple medical check.

“Tell me, who are they?”

“Li Feng is matched against Chu Ji, and Senior Sister Lin is against Liu Yan.”

“Isn’t it easy for Senior Sister Lin to deal with him?”

It was easy, yes, but the final opponent would come from either Li Feng or Chu Ji. Those two wouldn’t underestimate her like Bei Mingzhe did.

Shen Zhuli’s eyes drifted towards Wei Qingyi’s room.

Wei Qingyi was sitting by the window, reading a book in the sunlight.

A woman who was usually so domineering and unrestrained was now quiet, intently looking at the pages, her eyes moving across the lines of text.

Shen Zhuli stared, mesmerized. Her Master was even more beautiful and charming now.

She gave Mu Xuewei a look, then picked up her Azure Sea Tide Sword, a smile on her lips, and called out to the room, “Master, I’ve come again to discuss the Dao Heart with you.”

Lin Yumo stopped paying attention to Shen Zhuli. She thought for a moment and decided to take the upcoming match seriously.

She took out her Kunwu sword and stood in the courtyard, her sword moves flowing like a dragon treading on snow. Bamboo leaves danced before her, and the half-purple, half-black night sky became her backdrop.

Mu Xuewei lay by the window, watching Lin Yumo’s earnest practice, and curved her lips into a smile.

Her fingertip traced the edge of the medicine bowl on the bedside.

In the beginning of the story, she had only wanted to exchange something for money to bury her foster mother.

Mu Xuewei never claimed to be a good person; she hadn’t been since she was very young. After all, that piece of crunchy candy on the road in Qingzhou was deliberately given to Lin Yumo.

Yes, it was intentional.

At that time, Lin Yumo’s clothes and accessories told her that she must be very rich.

She just hadn’t expected that a single piece of crunchy candy could buy her so many things, even genuine kindness. The pile of accessories Lin Yumo gave her not only allowed her to bury her mother but also enabled her to survive.

Later, she met Shen Zhuli in Qingzhou, and she took her along to start a business.

When she was fourteen, she accidentally heard about Lin Yumo’s whereabouts.

She thought, if only she could see such a kind person one more time, just one more time.

Later, she entered the inner sect and became a disciple of the Third Master. She thought she was just there to repay a debt of gratitude, and once the debt was paid, she would leave.

She ran to the Purple Bamboo Forest daily, just to catch a glimpse of her from afar.

But then she realized that the benefactor who was as distant as the sky would draw turtles in books, would stick on a small mustache to sneak down the mountain, and would rather be punished than attend class.

That was a level of sincerity and true character that she could never achieve. She was accustomed to pretense, accustomed to being a “good person” on the surface.

Even in her previous life, after Mount Xuanling was massacred, she hadn’t felt much turmoil in her heart.

Thus, she made the biggest mistake of her previous life.

She thought that as long as she locked her by her side, it would be enough.

But in fact, it wasn’t enough, far from it.

During those sixty years, she visited Snow Still Peak countless times.

She stood at the foot of the mountain for a long time, just to see her from afar.

But it wasn’t enough, really not enough.

In those sixty years, the second time she actively approached Lin Yumo, she had originally gone to beg her.

To beg her to look at her, to beg her to hold her.

Unfortunately, many words never had the chance to be spoken, eternally buried by the wind and snow.

Lin Yumo retracted her sword and glanced towards the window, noticing Mu Xuewei was spacing out, looking a little dazed. She couldn’t help but tilt her head to tease her, “Mu Xuewei, what are you looking at?”

“I’m looking at you.”

Lin Yumo: ?

Mu Xuewei smiled, feigning lightness, “Does Senior Sister have time to teach me swordplay?”

“Ah? Huh? What?” Lin Yumo nodded somewhat incoherently, “Yes, yes, yes.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

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