My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 16

Lin Yumo slept for several days before recovering from her exhaustion. She tapped her head and stretched her limbs.

She looked at the Dragon Abyss Sword (Longyuan Jian) that had been delivered and placed on the table.

The Dragon Abyss Sword was wholly black, with a black dragon carved on the hilt. Although it was a damaged sword, its mere presence there held a powerful deterrent.

She drew the Dragon Abyss Sword and practiced with it in the room, testing her hand.

The momentum of her swing was like a giant dragon surging, and the emitted sword energy was like the black dragon’s breath—domineering, fierce, and carrying an irresistible majesty.

It was indeed a good sword. No wonder the Sect Leader treasured and hid it.

She carried the sword out of the room, tossed it, and threw the Dragon Abyss Sword to Li Shuangxing, “Senior Brother! Catch!”

Li Shuangxing caught the sword and examined it from top to bottom, his voice trembling slightly, “Is it—is it really for me?”

“Naturally.” Lin Yumo leaned against the doorway. “Senior Brother cultivates the Evil Ghost Dao (Egui Dao). This Dragon Abyss Sword is naturally imbued with a murderous aura. I don’t think anyone is better suited for this sword than you, Senior Brother.”

She had actually decided long ago. Part of the reason she participated in the Sword Trial Tournament was to gauge the strength of the disciples in the sect, and the other part was to get this Dragon Abyss Sword to give to her Senior Brother.

After all these years, Senior Brother only had an iron sword issued by the sect. He deserved to have a more fitting weapon.

Li Shuangxing cupped his fist and bowed, “Thank you, Junior Sister! I will accept it!”

Some people were joyful upon receiving a sword, while others worried silently.

The twilight gathered light, completely absorbing the sentimental sunset glow from the Purple Bamboo Forest, leaving only a gloomy, cold desolation.

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“Senior Sister!” Mu Xuewei returned right after class, with Shen Zhuli trailing behind her.

Her gaze fell on Li Shuangxing’s waist, where the Dragon Abyss Sword was hanging.

Senior Sister actually gave the Dragon Abyss Sword to Li Shuangxing.

Mu Xuewei bit her lower lip, her steps slowing unconsciously as she walked toward Lin Yumo.

Why does Senior Sister like that man so much?

What is so good about Li Shuangxing?

She couldn’t understand.

She couldn’t figure out what made her inferior to that man.

“Yumo, come in.” Wei Qingyi summoned.

Lin Yumo turned and entered Wei Qingyi’s room, not having time to see Mu Xuewei returning.

Mu Xuewei’s eyes were somewhat cold, and her surrounding aura was extremely suppressed.

Li Shuangxing looked toward the returning figures and was startled by Mu Xuewei’s expression. He had never seen his Junior Sister look like this—seemingly as calm as autumn water, yet concealing a chilling vortex, as if she wanted to kill him.

Shen Zhuli secretly poked Mu Xuewei’s arm, urging her to quickly drop the grim expression.

Mu Xuewei took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, appearing somewhat lonely. She stepped toward the Purple Bamboo Forest, passing Li Shuangxing with Shen Zhuli, and sat down in a chair, pouring herself a cup of tea.

The branches of the pear blossom tree were dry and raw.

They bloomed every March and April, pure white and gentle like water, but once the season passed, they would ruthlessly wither completely, leaving not a single residual leaf.

Wei Qingyi held a cup of tea, her brows faintly dimmed with sorrow, lost in thought.

“What’s wrong, Master? Did something happen with the Nine Abysses Baleful Prison (Jiuyuan Sha Yu)?”

Her Master had always been a very strong-willed person. In all the years she had lived with her Master in the Purple Bamboo Forest, she rarely saw her Master show such helplessness, as if she were deeply reminiscing about someone.

“No,” she turned, pursed her lips, and pushed a letter toward Lin Yumo. “In a few days, your father is holding the coming-of-age ceremony (jili) for… for his… daughter. Are you… are you going?”

Lin Yumo’s hand resting on the sword hilt tightened.

Even after living two lifetimes, she couldn’t forgive Lin Yang.

Not only because he favored his concubine and neglected his wife, but also because he eloped with another woman when she was only three years old, leading to her mother’s depression and death.

“I don’t want to go.”

She was afraid she wouldn’t be able to control herself and might end up drawing her sword against him.

Moreover, he already had another wife and daughter. Why send such a letter to disgust her?

Wei Qingyi stared at the pair of jingling bracelets on her wrist—one half pure white, the other half black ink, like a watercolor painting.

Lin Yumo relaxed her grip, and her wrist dropped. The two jingling bracelets slid along her wrist and struck her knuckles, emitting a “ding-dong” collision sound.

Wei Qingyi’s gaze fell on her face, and for a moment, she was in a trance, as if the person standing before her was not Lin Yumo, but Lin Yumo’s mother, Xu Mo.

“Yumo, your mother didn’t die of depression because of Lin Yang, your mother was…” Wei Qingyi sighed, stopping her words, somewhat helpless. “Forget it, you wouldn’t understand yet.”

“In any case, after all these years, you really should go and see him.”

Lin Yumo scoffed. See what? See his other family’s perfect happiness?

“Forget it…” Wei Qingyi set the tea down on the table, turned her back, and looked out at the withered pear blossom tree. “Have it your way.”

Xu Mo, your daughter is exactly like you.

Lin Yumo emerged from her Master’s room feeling a bit down, the gloom clearly etched on her face.

The moment she saw Mu Xuewei, she froze. She seemed to realize who the fairy she saw that day was.

It was Mu Xuewei.

The little girl was indeed very beautiful.

Maybe I should smile at her.

She forced a stiff smile, trying to look normal.

She felt that Mu Xuewei’s expression didn’t look too good either. Had she been bullied again?

“Senior Sister Lin, come sit down quickly!” Shen Zhuli waved her hand at her.

Lin Yumo walked over and found a random spot to sit, though the location was slightly closer to Li Shuangxing.

“Aren’t you going back to Third Master’s place? What’s wrong? Did Third Master expel you from the sect?”

“Of course not! My Master said that Master Wei is the highest combat power in Xuanling Mountain and told me I could often come to the Purple Bamboo Forest to ask for guidance.”

Is that so?

In Lin Yumo’s memory, Third Master Xiao Tang was also very arrogant and had always been “at odds” with her Master, especially regarding combat power, where neither would concede to the other. How could he allow Shen Zhuli to come over for guidance?

Mu Xuewei quietly picked up the teapot and poured herself some tea.

Lin Yumo pushed her empty cup toward Mu Xuewei, meaning for her to fill it as well.

However, Mu Xuewei put down the teapot, acting as if she hadn’t seen it.

Lin Yumo: …

Do it yourself, be well-fed.

She reached out to pick up the teapot but only grazed it, leaving her hand suspended awkwardly in mid-air.

The teapot was snatched up by Mu Xuewei first, who then added a bit more tea to Shen Zhuli’s cup that wasn’t even empty, before turning to Shen Zhuli, “Sister Shen, drink your tea.”

Lin Yumo: ???

She suspected Mu Xuewei did it on purpose.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Shen Zhuli nodded politely, picked up the cup, and took a big gulp.

Then she noticed Mu Xuewei’s gaze on her growing colder and suddenly realized something.

Shen Zhuli nearly choked on the tea, swallowing it forcefully, coughing heavily for a while, then leaned close to Lin Yumo and asked in a very gossipy manner, “Senior Sister Lin, I heard that this Dragon Abyss Sword and the Kunwu Sword (Kunwu Jian) are a pair of Lovers’ Swords (Yuanyang Jian).”

She glanced at Li Shuangxing, frowned, and asked dramatically, “Senior Sister Lin, could it be that you like Senior Brother Li?”

Mu Xuewei’s fingertip resting on the table paused, her gaze fixed on the back of her own hand, waiting for Lin Yumo’s answer.

Sure enough, Lin Yumo immediately stood up, “What! …What Lovers’ Swords! I gave the Dragon Abyss Sword to Senior Brother just because the Dragon Abyss Sword is suitable for the Evil Ghost Dao he cultivates!”

“Senior Brother and I only have a bond as fellow disciples! A bond as fellow disciples! The kind where I wouldn’t like him even if you killed me! Don’t listen to those disciples’ nonsense!”

Lin Yumo’s face was flushed with anger from Shen Zhuli’s words. If she liked Li Shuangxing, she’d rather die.

Besides, Mu Xuewei was sitting right there. Didn’t Mu Xuewei like Senior Brother? What would Mu Xuewei think if she took these words to heart?

This Junior Sister Shen is truly clueless!

Li Shuangxing laughed awkwardly. This has nothing to do with me, right? I didn’t even know the Dragon Abyss Sword was a Lovers’ Sword!

Moreover, he had long realized that his Junior Sister was in love, and Junior Junior Sister was interested. With such a strong mutual affection, wouldn’t Shen Zhuli’s words put him in a terrible predicament?

Mu Xuewei curled a faint smile on her lips, stood up, walked toward Lin Yumo, and sat down beside her.

“Senior Sister, my eighteenth birthday is in a few days. Could you celebrate it with me…?”

She sat very close to Lin Yumo, her voice long and soft. She placed her hand on the back of Lin Yumo’s hand, causing Lin Yumo to tremble involuntarily.

Oh goodness, what is Mu Xuewei trying to do!!!

Lin Yumo shifted to the side, thinking to put some distance between herself and Mu Xuewei before speaking.

But this move, in Mu Xuewei’s eyes, became Lin Yumo leaning toward Li Shuangxing.

She immediately grabbed Lin Yumo’s arm, not letting her move further away, “Please, can you… Senior Sister…”

Shen Zhuli rested her hand on her forehead, closing her eyes and thinking: Can’t watch, can’t watch.

“Okay, fine, yes.”

Lin Yumo quickly agreed, looking at Mu Xuewei’s hand on her elbow, thinking: Let go quickly, Great Demon Lord. I can’t take it, I really can’t take it.

She stood up, slightly embarrassed. She had intended to return to her room but still couldn’t help asking Mu Xuewei, “Do you… want a gift?”

As soon as she said it, she regretted it. Gifts should generally be given secretly to create a surprise. Why did she ask? Sigh!

Mu Xuewei smiled sweetly, “I want the one Senior Sister personally picks for me.”

“Alright.” Lin Yumo nodded, pursed her lips, pondering her words, and then turned and left.

Li Shuangxing stood up stealthily, deliberately using his wide sleeve to cover the Dragon Abyss Sword, then slipped away furtively like a thief.

Shen Zhuli knocked on Wei Qingyi’s door, “Master! I’ve come to ask you for guidance on swordsmanship!”

Wei Qingyi stood and looked at her.

Shen Zhuli was a seductive-looking woman, with a pair of enchanting fox-like eyes, raised eyebrows, and always a frivolous smile on her lips, not looking like a proper person.

I heard Xuewei is good friends with her. I hope she doesn’t lead the little girl astray.

“You are Xiao Tang’s disciple. Why do you keep running to my Purple Bamboo Forest?”

Shen Zhuli replied earnestly, “Master Xiao said that you, Master, are the number one in Xuanling Mountain and ordered us to come and ask for guidance often.”

Wei Qingyi’s Jade Bamboo Sword (Yuzhu Jian) suddenly darted toward Shen Zhuli, but it didn’t leave the sheath. It merely emitted a burst of sword energy, which knocked Shen Zhuli out the door.

“Full of nonsense, spouting rubbish. Is that what your Master taught you?”

Shen Zhuli fell onto the ground, and her Azure Sea Tide Sword (Bihai Chaosheng Jian) was also thrown out, dropping cheaply in front of her.

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