My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 14

The Day of the Competition

The day of the competition dawned, the sky gradually awakening.

Lin Yumo was in the front yard practicing her sword, the saying goes: “It’s better to sharpen your spear before the battle than not at all.”

She finished her sword moves and glanced towards Mu Xuewei’s room. Mu Xuewei’s window was tightly closed, and the candle inside wasn’t lit. She was probably still asleep.

Lin Yumo took her sword and walked step by step towards the Xuantian Hall.

She leaped onto the arena stage and looked around but couldn’t spot Liu Yan’s figure.

Was he afraid? Lin Yumo frowned, having hoped to avenge Mu Xuewei today.

The spectator stands, however, were abuzz with discussion, like a boiling pot.

“It’s good to have a powerful master; you can win without even fighting.”

“I saw her match with Bei Mingzhe. I think she just took advantage of the situation.”

“I saw that match too. In my opinion, Bei Mingzhe’s true strength wouldn’t have lost to her.”

“They might as well just give that Dragon Abyss Sword to their Purple Bamboo Forest. Why even hold a Sword Trial Assembly just to humiliate people?”

“I think so too.”

Lin Yumo glanced up. The disciples who were looking at her all immediately quieted down. Some were still whispering, “Is it wrong to speak the truth about a shameless person?”

Lin Yumo chose to close her eyes and rest, directly ignoring them.

She herself didn’t realize there was such a secret behind her win…

On the road connecting Zhengde Hall to Xuantian Hall, there was a dense forest with lush foliage and thick tree roots.

Mu Xuewei slowly emerged from behind a tree. “Senior Brother Liu, I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

A faint, non-committal smile played on her lips, and her grey eyes revealed a hint of killing intent.

When Liu Yan saw her, he felt that something was amiss.

This was different from the Mu Xuewei he usually saw in Chengfeng Hall.

Normally, Mu Xuewei was like a little white rabbit; if someone stepped on her, she would still apologize to them.

But today, she was like a completely different person, like a wolf waiting for its prey, ready to tear him apart at any moment.

Before he could clearly see the figure in front of him, a sword thrust towards him. When it was less than three inches away, the sword suddenly changed direction. The tip turned to the hilt, striking Liu Yan’s chest with an irresistible force.

He was sent flying by the impact, spitting a mouthful of blood into the air.

Mu Xuewei dodged to the side, looking at the pool of blood on the ground with disgust.

Then, she launched a palm strike towards Liu Yan from a distance. Liu Yan, who was still suspended in the air, took the full force of the blow, unable to evade, and crashed directly onto the ground, stirring up layers of dust.

Mu Xuewei retreated three feet, and only when the dust settled did she flick the dust from her sleeves, walking step by step towards Liu Yan.

Liu Yan was completely numb and lay on the ground, unable to sit up for a long time.

Blood was still flowing from his mouth as he pleaded for mercy, “I was wrong, please don’t kill me.”

“For the sake of us being fellow disciples, please don’t kill me, don’t kill me.” His whole body felt scattered, and his speech was slightly slurred.

Mu Xuewei’s hand, holding the sword, moved, shaking off the dust clinging to it and revealing the gleaming silver blade.

“I won’t kill you, nor will I ever kill you. Because you are my Senior Sister’s fellow disciple, ah—” Her final syllable was drawn out, her voice faint and sinister, like a phantom crawling out of hell.

With a playful smile, she said, “If a third person knows about what happened today…”

“I will dismember you and hang your pieces on the gate of Zhengde Hall.”

Liu Yan shook his head and dragged his feet along the ground, trying to distance himself from Mu Xuewei. “I promise, I promise no third person will ever know.”

“I won’t speak of it.”

He raised three fingers to the sky. “I swear, will that do?”

Mu Xuewei raised an eyebrow, watched him for a while, and then turned to walk towards the Purple Bamboo Forest.

She curved her lips. Senior Sister should be able to win without a fight now.

She suddenly stopped, checking her clothes repeatedly, making absolutely sure there were no traces left on her before continuing towards the Purple Bamboo Forest.

“Gong—” A brass gong sounded, and a disciple shouted, “Li Feng—wins—!”

The words were powerful and resonant, shaking the entire Xuanling Mountain with continuous, mighty echoes.

“Gong.” The brass gong sounded a second time. The disciple looked at Lin Yumo on the stage, gave her a look of disdain, and said impatiently, “Lin Yumo, wins.”

He then threw the gong to the ground in frustration, as if venting his anger.

Far from being thunderous, if Lin Yumo hadn’t been close to him, she might not have even heard it.

The disciples below were equally biased, cheering for Li Feng with great momentum, but when Lin Yumo’s victory was announced, they only offered ridicule and sarcasm, refusing to look at her directly, wishing they could point and curse at her.

Lin Yumo pouted, feeling slightly unhappy. What did Liu Yan not showing up have to do with her? She didn’t bribe him.

Furthermore, when she dealt with Liu Yan and Chen Yan that day, there were so many people present, yet no one stood up for her or tried to defend her.

She took a deep breath, feeling a little helpless.

However, when she thought that the next round would be against Li Feng, she still felt somewhat nervous.

She wanted to win.

She had a compelling reason to win.

After all, the prize for first place was the Dragon Abyss Sword.

After winning without a fight, she spent the entire afternoon practicing her sword in the rear mountain of the Purple Bamboo Forest. It wasn’t until dusk had fallen and night had gently arrived that she returned to the courtyard of the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Suddenly, her steps halted.

How did this pear tree bloom?

When she left in the morning, it was still bare. She pondered for a moment but couldn’t figure it out. It wasn’t the season for pear blossoms.

She stared at the flourishing pear tree. Looking down from the dense white flowers, she saw a rope hung from the branch, and someone was sitting on a swing beneath the tree.

Mu Xuewei.

Lin Yumo couldn’t help but smile, secretly commenting: She really knows how to enjoy herself.

She walked over and sat down not far from Mu Xuewei. She looked at Mu Xuewei’s back and asked, “Did you use a spell?”

Mu Xuewei leaned her head against the rope, looking a little weak, and turned to look at Lin Yumo. “Not a spell. I just passed my Carefree Dao Heart Energy to it.”

Upon hearing this, Lin Yumo jumped up in shock like a startled cat. She grabbed Mu Xuewei’s wrist, checked her pulse, and frowned. “Your injuries haven’t healed yet!”

Her injuries haven’t healed, yet she dares to pour all her Heart Energy into a mere tree. Is she trying to die?!

Lin Yumo was both anxious and angry. She had protected her time and again, but she was seeking her own death. Simply…

Perhaps it would have been better not to save her, not to protect her, to let her die.

Lin Yumo, vexed, secretly scolded Mu Xuewei in her heart. Only when she confirmed that nothing serious had happened did she withdraw her hand and sit back down.

She didn’t know whether the cultivation of the Path of Emotionlessness had damaged her mind, or if she had been too protected since childhood and was ignorant of the world, but she didn’t realize that this feeling of anger could be replaced by another word—

—concern (or: heartache).

In contrast, Mu Xuewei was not worried about her own body. She nodded slightly, looking at Lin Yumo with deep affection, and gently asked, “Senior Sister, are you worried about me?”

“Who said that!” Lin Yumo waved her hand. “I… I brought you back because I suffered at Lu Yan’s hands. You mustn’t die for a mere tree to bloom.”

“Besides, if word gets out, it wouldn’t be good for the reputation of the Purple Bamboo Forest!”

Mu Xuewei nodded earnestly, seemingly agreeing with Lin Yumo. She said, “But this pear tree is Senior Sister’s treasure; how can it be a mere tree?”

“You…”

Anything that causes Mu Xuewei to use her Heart Energy to make it bloom is no good thing.

Lin Yumo was momentarily speechless. She cleared her throat and insisted stubbornly, “The wine made from it doesn’t taste good.”

“But I see Senior Sister drinking it every day.”

“I hate wasting it!”

Mu Xuewei curved her lips. Her goal had long been achieved, so she stopped pressing the issue.

She lifted her feet, letting the swing sway freely.

Lin Yumo gazed at the moon in the sky, finding the night particularly beautiful tonight.

To set the mood, she took a jade flute from her Qiankun pouch and played a soft, lingering tune.

She turned her head, her gaze falling upon Mu Xuewei. Her skin was whiter than snow, her white robes fluttering, and the moonlight casually fell upon her beautiful eyes, making her even more beautiful than the celestial maiden of the Moon Palace.

Mu Xuewei seemed to sense the intense yet hidden gaze. She turned her head, met Lin Yumo’s eyes, and smiled slightly. Then, her fingers tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and she lifted her feet, swinging higher again.

Lin Yumo had not read many books, and her knowledge was quite shallow. In this moment of pure, beautiful scenery, only a few simple words filled her mind:

She is really… so beautiful…

Lin Yumo truly felt this way.

The swing moved up and down, and her heart palpitated along with it. She tightly held the flute in her hand and nervously withdrew her gaze.

She felt like a thief coveting jewels who had been exposed to the sunlight. Though she hadn’t touched the jewel, she was already being dragged to the execution ground for a public execution.

At this moment, she dared not look Mu Xuewei in the eye, yet her peripheral vision was completely filled with her.

Lin Yumo was naturally mischievous and hated studying as a child. Her Master taught her to play the flute to temper her nature and make her as gentle as a typical young woman.

At that time, she didn’t care, and she treated a perfectly good jade flute like a laundry stick.

Her Master, having no way to deal with her, eventually forced her to learn one piece, saying it had a calming effect, and combined with the Path of Emotionlessness, its benefits would be doubled.

But now, she felt that her Master’s words were mostly a lie.

This flute music was cool and light, flowing with the evening breeze, yet her entire being felt like it was burning.

Where was the promised calming effect? Why did it have no effect at all?

She desperately wanted to take a cold shower to extinguish the heat all over her body.

Her gaze couldn’t help but secretly look at Mu Xuewei again.

Her fingertips suddenly trembled, and she played a wrong note.

Her heart… was in chaos…

The next day, the highly anticipated finals finally arrived.

Not far from Xuantian Hall, disciples spontaneously organized a betting pool, wagering on whether Li Feng or Lin Yumo would win.

“I’ll bet on Li Feng.”

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“I’ll bet on Li Feng too!”

“Li Feng! Li Feng!”

“All betting on Li Feng!”

“Only a fool wouldn’t bet on Li Feng these days, right?”

A heavy bag of silver coins was dropped onto the betting table, landing on Lin Yumo’s side. A clear voice followed, “I bet on her winning.”

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