My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 15

The disciple beside her followed the voice to look over.

It was unexpectedly Junior Martial Sister Mu from the Purple Bamboo Forest.

He stared blankly for a moment, and when he snapped back, he shook his head with regret, unable to help but sigh: This Junior Martial Sister Mu has natural gray pupils, so her eyesight is probably not very good, which is why she’s putting her bet on a good-for-nothing.

Hmm, it must be so!

“Clang—” a jade green sword landed on the gambling table, placed right next to the money pouch. “I’m also betting on Senior Martial Sister Lin.”

The disciple glanced at Shen Zhuoli, thinking to himself: Another fool has arrived?

Five gold ingots landed next to the Tidal Wave Sword of the Azure Sea, and Li Shuangxing scratched her head, awkwardly explaining, “I… I don’t have any more money…”

The disciple looked at Li Shuangxing with a strange expression, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

Another fool?

Shen Zhuoli stared at the five gold ingots in astonishment. This… this is called having no money?

She had come from the outer court; it seemed she still hadn’t figured out the ways of making money in the inner court.

Lin Yumo stood on the ring, her Kunwu Sword already unsheathed. “Please enlighten me.”

Li Feng, holding a long black saber, stood the weapon upright in front of him, resting his hands casually on it, and said seriously, “You should concede. I don’t fight women.”

The hand holding Lin Yumo’s sword trembled. She truly didn’t know what to say.

She was somewhat speechless and offered a helpless smile: “Since you don’t fight women, then you should concede.”

Li Feng frowned at her, finding this woman before him to be ignorant of good sense.

The blade in his hand shifted, and the saber rings jingled. “If you can force me to draw my saber within three moves, you win.”

Oh please, the last person who said that was defeated by me in one move.

And if this time is as easy as the last, the charge of ‘insider trading’ will truly be impossible to wash away.

Lin Yumo pointed her sword toward him but didn’t rush to strike. Instead, she slightly raised the sword, her gaze following the blade to look at Li Feng.

Only Li Feng could see how arrogant the look in her eyes was at that moment.

She used a voice only the two of them could hear and said, “The saber is a good saber, but the person is too useless—”

“What did you say!”

Li Feng clenched the saber in his hand, spinning it once. The great saber’s momentum rose, and the yellow dust on the ring was stirred up, carrying a warning.

Lin Yumo took a step forward. The moment her foot landed, the airborne dust was suppressed and scattered back down, lying flat on the ground.

“Holy cow, am I seeing things! That good-for-nothing actually has some skill; she can even block Senior Martial Brother Li’s saber momentum!”

Lin Yumo lifted her chin. “I said, hurry up and draw your saber, you trash.”

“Who is trash? You’ll find out in a moment.” Li Feng lost his patience, swinging his saber and cutting towards Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo shifted sideways, brandished her sword, and met Li Feng’s attack head-on.

Li Feng’s saber was very heavy, and the force of each blow was extremely strong. Even though the Kunwu Sword was a famous and good sword, it was struggling a bit now.

Saber and sword clashed, the saber rings vibrated, and the saber energy burst forth, leaving deep marks on the wall behind the ring.

It looked as if Li Feng’s saber was able to suppress Lin Yumo’s sword every time.

But in reality, only Li Feng knew that Lin Yumo’s sword speed was very fast. The reason his saber seemed to be on top was that Lin Yumo always attacked from the side, and he had to swing his saber from the front to block her moves.

His saber was many times wider than the sword, so it took great effort every time to forcefully suppress Lin Yumo’s sword. This was exhausting not only his patience but also his spiritual power.

“Senior Martial Brother Li, what about the three moves you mentioned? Are you going to concede?”

Lin Yumo provoked, though she still felt he was very strong. After all, it had been at least eighty moves, if not a hundred.

“You’re too slow, Li Feng.”

The Kunwu Sword once again swung up from the side, striking the saber ring. Lin Yumo pressed down on the sword hilt, and the three gold rings hanging on the saber were all cut off.

She turned and swung her sword again, meeting the long saber, forcefully making Li Feng retreat two steps.

Li Feng used his great saber to anchor into the ground, barely managing to steady himself.

“Wow! Look at Lin Yumo, she can actually force Senior Martial Brother Li to retreat.”

“Is it too late for me to change my bet now?”

“Don’t worry, it’s a sure win. She hasn’t even used her full strength against Senior Martial Brother Li yet, maybe only fifty percent.”

Li Feng stood up straight, pulled his saber out of the ring, and assumed a new posture. “I admit, you are very strong, but just now was only a warm-up.”

Lin Yumo lowered her head, biting the string of the arm guard on her right arm. She used her left hand to wrap the other end of the string and retightened the arm guard.

She dusted the arm guard, raised an eyebrow, and said, “Coincidentally, me too.”

The blade of Li Feng’s saber cut across the arm guard, and the dust-covered edge once again emitted a dark sheen.

He swung his long saber, soaring into the air. At that moment, there was a power like thunder, which pressed down on Lin Yumo, making it hard for her to breathe. She was even numb all over, frozen in place.

This strike was Li Feng’s killing move.

He thought Lin Yumo was very smart. Facing a heavy saber, she wouldn’t choose to clash head-on but would adjust her position every time. This not only consumed his stamina but also reduced the power of each of his swings by half, with the other half being blocked by her sword.

He knew if he kept dragging it out, he might not have the certainty of winning, so it was better to aim for a quick resolution.

The saber in his hand cut straight towards Lin Yumo. If no one came to her rescue, Lin Yumo would likely be splattered with blood on the spot.

In the spectator stands, Mu Xuewei clenched her fists, her knuckles cracking audibly.

She should have dealt with this person too, lest she block Senior Martial Sister’s path.

The Sect Master suddenly stood up from his seat, but he was stopped by Wei Qingyi.

She knew her disciple’s capabilities. Although facing Li Feng was dangerous, putting her in a situation of certain death could lead to new life.

“Bang—” The Kunwu Sword clashed with the great saber. Lin Yumo knelt with one knee on the ring, blocking the great saber that was chopping down from above.

Her knee sank three inches into the ring’s earth, and the ground underneath fractured.

Blood trickled from the corner of Lin Yumo’s mouth, dripping into the cracks. Her voice was fierce, “You’re not very strong either—”

Li Feng gritted his teeth and pressed the saber down another inch. He didn’t know why this was happening. In his anticipation, Lin Yumo should have been immobilized and defeated by now.

The bright sky suddenly darkened, and a fierce wind abruptly swept in, swirling wildly in the center of the ring, whipping the clothes of the two combatants.

“Heaven and Earth Breakthrough!” the Sect Master exclaimed in shock. What a rare genius it must be, to break through a realm during the martial competition!

Lin Yumo looked up, a smile on the corner of her mouth. In the dust-filled air, her smile was extremely wild. As she lifted her eyes, her brow became suddenly clear. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

She had done it on purpose—intentionally suppressing her speed, slowing down her sword moves, constantly exhausting her spiritual power, pushing herself into a corner. When Li Feng unleashed his killing move, she reversed her meridians to achieve a breakthrough.

This was all based on her conjecture.

In her previous life, she was also stuck at the sixth layer of the Heartless Dao for several years. Even after descending the mountain for experience, it was difficult to break through. It wasn’t until she gave up on the experience and planned to resign herself to fate and return to Mount Xuanling that she saw her fellow disciples tragically massacred.

She knew she couldn’t defeat Mu Xuewei, so she thought of reversing her meridians to commit suicide. Unexpectedly, she didn’t die but instead entered the seventh layer of the Heartless Dao.

She decided to take a gamble this time. Since the Sect Master and her master were present, she wouldn’t actually die.

Lin Yumo’s other hand turned, and a single snowflake drifted up in the swirling dust, rolling quietly into the center of the fierce wind. The entire pillar of wind instantly froze, becoming a towering pillar of ice standing in the very center of the ring.

A sudden, overbearing, and intensely cold force on her Kunwu Sword instantly sent Li Feng flying.

Li Feng crashed into the ice pillar. His great saber also flew out, heading straight for Li Feng’s head, but it stopped an inch above him, embedding itself in the ice pillar.

He slid down the ice pillar and fell to the ground, unable to struggle anymore.

The disciple holding the gong only recovered after a long moment, knocking the gong three times, “Dong, dong, dong,” to express his excitement, before declaring, “Trial Sword Assembly Champion—Purple Bamboo Forest—Lin Yumo—”

In the spectator stands, the disciples looked stunned, their jaws dropping. Lin Yumo actually won? Wasn’t she supposed to be useless? She actually won?

On the other side of the spectator stands, Shen Zhuoli took advantage of the disciples’ shock, pulled out a large green sack from her pouch, and scooped silver into the sack from the gambling table.

“Senior Martial Brother Li, hurry, hurry, it’s all ours.”

“Take it all? Is that really okay?”

“Oh, what’s wrong with it? A bet is a bet, you lose, you pay! Hurry up and fill the sack!”

Lin Yumo stood up from the ring, clenched her fist, and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She looked steadily at Li Feng. “You are much stronger than the Butterfly Demon—”

She was referring to the berserk leader of the Butterfly Demons from that day.

But when this sentence reached the ears of the disciples in the stands, it sounded like she was comparing Li Feng to a Butterfly Demon.

Who in the world didn’t know that Butterfly Demons were the weakest type of demon race? Killing a Butterfly Demon was as simple as killing a chicken.

She sheathed the Kunwu Sword and limped off the ring.

She gasped, her knee hurt too much from kneeling.

But for the sake of appearances, she had to endure and walk down. It would be too embarrassing to collapse here right after being so arrogant.

“Senior Martial Sister—” Mu Xuewei hiked up her skirt and ran toward her.

The dark clouds had long disappeared, and sunlight fell upon her white robes. The hairpin on her bun swayed as she ran, and the ribbon tied to her hair end fluttered with the wind.

Although there was no pressure, and no one was holding a saber against Lin Yumo, she stood rooted to the spot, unable to move, her eyes filled with a dazzling kaleidoscope of light.

Her strength was completely exhausted; she really couldn’t walk anymore.

The gentle breeze rolled hot air onto her face. She didn’t even have the strength to stand steady.

She looked up slightly towards the direction of the voice, where a woman in white was emerging from the blur.

She felt as if she was seeing a fairy running toward her.

“Senior Martial Sister—!”

Who is it? Is she calling me?

The anticipated pain of falling to the ground didn’t come. It seemed she had been caught in someone’s arms…

She smells so nice…

So nice…

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