My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 17

“Ouch, that hurts!” Shen Zhuli complained, though she could understand; masters were all a bit temperamental.

She stood up, knocked on Wei Qingyi’s door again, but this time she was smart, only poking her head in. “If Master Xiao didn’t teach me, how about you, Master, teach me instead~”

“I told you I’m not your master!” Wei Qingyi raised a hand and, with a strike, once again sent Shen Zhuli flying ten li away from the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Shen Zhuli hung her head, feeling a bit miserable, but only for a moment before she started smiling again. The Master didn’t throw her!

It seemed staying in the Purple Bamboo Forest was within reach!

The next day, Mu Xuewei, seeing that Lin Yumo’s injury had healed, pestered her to go to the lecture hall with her.

Though unwilling, Lin Yumo could only reluctantly agree.

She, Mu Xuewei, and Shen Zhuli walked up the steps of the Soaring Wind Palace. Walking down towards them was none other than Liu Yan.

This was the first time seeing him since the last time they taught him a lesson. After a few days, why was his face still bruised?

Lin Yumo stared at him. Liu Yan clearly noticed Lin Yumo’s gaze, and upon seeing the person next to her, he immediately avoided them as if they were venomous snakes. He took a huge detour to descend the few steps.

Shen Zhuli looked at his miserable state and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. She deliberately called out, “Oh dear—Senior Brother Liu, why is your face still bruised?”

“Stubbed it, stubbed it,” he quickly raised a hand to cover half his face and hurriedly walked down. “I accidentally stubbed it.”

Before leaving, he secretly glanced at Mu Xuewei’s expression, as if to say, I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say it was you at all.

Mu Xuewei curved her lips. “Senior Sister, let’s hurry. We’ll be late.”

“Oh, oh, right.”

Night fell, the flowing moon shining brightly. A thin mist permeated the Purple Bamboo Forest at night, light as a young girl’s veil.

Lin Yumo sat by the window, looking at the crescent moon hanging in the sky. Her vision became blurry.

It seemed she had brought a huge trouble upon herself.

She couldn’t think of anything good to give Mu Xuewei.

The Kunwu Sword was left to her by her mother. Her Senior Brother already had the Longyuan Sword. It was she herself who lacked a handy sword.

Mu Xuewei cultivated the Carefree Dao. Her sword edge could turn with the momentum or act against the flow. What kind of sword would truly suit her?

Yangshan Snow!

She had seen the Yangshan Snow on the Registry of Famous Swords. It was a few inches longer than an ordinary sword, and it was precisely this kind of sword that was most suitable for Mu Xuewei.

It could be firm enough to break mountains, and gentle enough to sever rivers.

However, that sword… seemed to be kept in Kunlun Mountain…

She closed her eyes, clutching the letter in her hand. After a long while, she finally tore open the envelope.

Inside were a few sheets of paper and an invitation card.

She unfolded the letter, hastily flipped through two pages, but didn’t dare to read it closely. She just stared blankly at the invitation card.

A period of silence later, she took the invitation card and burst out the door.

“Master, I want to take a trip to Kunlun Mountain.”

Wei Qingyi scrutinized her, then changed the subject. “It’s not because of Lin Yang, is it?”

Sure enough, nothing could escape the Master’s all-seeing eyes.

“Disciple wants to go ask for a sword.”

“The Yangshan Snow?”

“Precisely.”

“That sword is naturally three inches longer than others and is not suitable for you. Moreover, the Heartless Dao pursues coldness in swordsmanship, breaking all spells with sharp frost and snow.”

Wei Qingyi glanced outside and saw Mu Xuewei practicing her sword in the courtyard. Her swordsmanship was sometimes vigorous like a falcon, and sometimes restrained like river water. Wei Qingyi suddenly realized something. “Are you going to ask for it for her?”

“No, impossible!” Lin Yumo immediately lowered her head and argued deceptively, “Master, I… I’m just tired of using this Kunwu Sword, so I want to try another sword for fun.”

She moved to stand in front of the window, blocking Wei Qingyi’s view of Mu Xuewei. “Please, Master, can you just pretend I’m going to see Lin Yang, okay?”

“Fine—” Wei Qingyi stretched her tone, indulging her. “I can’t do anything about you.”

Lin Yumo lay listlessly on the couch, feeling a little conflicted.

When she went to Kunlun Mountain, how should she face Lin Yang?

She definitely couldn’t bring herself to call him “Father.”

Also, if she had to face his wife and daughter, what should she say?

The more she thought, the more annoyed she felt.

Lin Yumo haphazardly dumped the things she was supposed to bring onto the couch, then tossed and turned, struggling on the bed.

Mu Xuewei quietly entered without a sound.

“Senior Sister?” Mu Xuewei suddenly spoke. “What’s wrong?”

Lin Yumo froze, her body, which hadn’t yet fully flipped over, immediately sat up straight. “Why didn’t you knock when you came in?”

Mu Xuewei stopped, her silver-grey eyelashes lowered, looking a little wronged. “Do I… need to knock on Senior Sister’s door to come in?”

No, Lin Yumo absolutely didn’t mean that. She just felt a little embarrassed to be caught in such a state by Mu Xuewei, and also, why did she come in without a sound?

“Um… no need, no need. You can come in whenever you like, of course.”

Lin Yumo quickly coaxed her. She felt like Mu Xuewei was about to cry.

Only after hearing these words did Mu Xuewei look up at her with slight satisfaction, only to see a pile of… junk piled on the couch?

“Where is Senior Sister going?”

“Ah, I’m going to Kunlun Mountain for a trip.”

“Then I want to go too. Can I go with Senior Sister?”

Lin Yumo thought about it. It might not be good for her to know that the sword was a birthday gift. Besides, she wasn’t sure what kind of people were at Kunlun Mountain.

Even she herself wasn’t sure she wouldn’t be put through some trouble, let alone bringing her along.

“No, I’m going to resolve some private matters. It’s… a very, very private matter.”

“But…” Mu Xuewei wouldn’t give up. “Maybe I can help Senior Sister?”

Lin Yumo looked up at her, silent for a moment, then tilted her head and suddenly laughed. “I promise to be back before your birthday, okay?”

Mu Xuewei walked to the side of the couch and helped Lin Yumo tidy her clothes, but did not respond to Lin Yumo for a long time.

She didn’t feel good about it. She wanted to go with her Senior Sister.

Lin Yumo tugged at the clothes she was folding, stopping her motion. “Wait for me in the Purple Bamboo Forest. I’ll come back to celebrate your birthday, okay?”

Mu Xuewei forcefully pulled the clothes back, still ignoring Lin Yumo, truly acting like a little girl throwing a tantrum, which was… surprisingly cute.

“Miss Mu, can you please talk to me?” Lin Yumo raised her hand and pressed it on the clothes, disrupting Mu Xuewei and not allowing her to continue tidying. “I… I will definitely be back before your birthday, okay?”

“Okay?” Lin Yumo leaned closer, her eyes meeting her grey eyes, but Mu Xuewei deliberately looked away.

Lin Yumo stretched her head, gazing at Mu Xuewei’s eyes again. “Okay?”

Mu Xuewei let out a soft laugh, no longer frowning or keeping a straight face.

“Okay, but you promise.”

Lin Yumo raised three fingers to the sky and smiled. “I promise.”

She unconsciously curved her lips. It seemed she was quite talented at coaxing little girls.

At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, the wind and snow were heavy, but inside Kunlun Mountain, it was a completely different scene: peach blossoms and green willows, a vibrant spring landscape.

Lin Yumo stood at the mountain gate, looking at the line of immortal cultivators checking invitations, feeling a little anxious.

She stood alone for a long time. Only after all the immortal cultivators had entered did she take a deep breath, draw her sword, and walk over.

She gritted her teeth, throwing the invitation to the disciple at the mountain gate.

Then, she drew the Kunwu Sword and held it, shouting towards the inside of the mountain gate, “Lin Yumo, disciple of Xuanling Mountain, comes to pay a visit!”

She stood up straight, her voice loud and clear, not waiting for the disciple to finish verifying the invitation. She pushed off with her feet and shot straight into the mountain gate.

“Hey! Stop right there!” The two disciples outside the gate rushed after her, but they couldn’t catch up to Lin Yumo.

A light blue magical power suddenly arrived, hitting the ground in front of Lin Yumo and blocking her way. “Little girl, you are causing a disturbance in my Kunlun Mountain. What do you seek?”

Lin Yumo looked at the person in front of her. He didn’t look old, had a small mustache, and his dark clothes were without any pattern, looking very plain.

Lin Yumo bowed. “Esteemed Immortal, I came to Xuanling Mountain only to find one person: Lin Yang.”

Lin Yang was taken aback. Looking at the Kunwu Sword at her waist, he could barely contain his shame and anger. The person in front of him was the daughter he had with Xu Mo, and he hadn’t recognized her.

He stroked his small mustache and shed the superior demeanor of an Immortal Elder. “I am Lin Yang.”

Lin Yumo looked up at him, somewhat startled.

She really shouldn’t have been so polite just now; she actually bowed to him.

She tightened her grip on the Kunwu Sword and rushed straight at Lin Yang.

In her previous life, she hadn’t come to Kunlun Mountain, so she couldn’t avenge her mother. Now that she was here, the wrong of her mother’s death from depression must be repaid by Lin Yang.

The Kunwu Sword was extremely fast, every move aimed at taking Lin Yang’s life. Lin Yang only dodged, showing no intention of fighting back.

Lin Yumo grew a little frustrated, her sword strikes becoming frantic. The moves were a messy mix, each one disorderly.

Yet, Lin Yang dodged them with ease.

Lin Yang’s sleeve was ripped by her wild thrusts. He glanced at his sleeve, closed his eyes, and said, “Enough!”

He placed his hand on the hilt of his sword. Before drawing it, he simply used a burst of coercive pressure to send Lin Yumo flying.

Lin Yumo was thrown to the ground. The sword in her hand plunged three inches into the ground, leaving a long scratch mark on the surface, which barely allowed her to steady herself. Her eyes were red, tears welling up.

Since he had a wife and daughter, why did he send that letter to disgust her?

Lin Yang shook his sleeve, his expression darkening. He said, “Did your master never tell you that your mother did not die because of me!”

“I am also deeply saddened by Xu Mo’s death from depression, but the grudges between your mother and me are definitely not what you imagine.”

“Then what is it?” Lin Yumo straightened up and looked at him. “It is a fact that you abandoned your wife and daughter, and it is a fact that you married another and had a daughter.”

“Your… your mother…” Lin Yang pondered, his words hesitant. He decided not to say it after all.

He sighed, “Your mother was not the right person for me, and I was not the right person for your mother. We were both pitiful people, victims of the previous era…”

Lin Yumo looked at him, gripping her sword tightly, the hatred in her eyes reaching its extreme.

“Daddy~” a childish voice rang out.

Lin Yumo immediately retrieved her sword, retreated three steps, pretending not to know him. She lifted her head and forced back the tears in her eyes.

She didn’t need to think to know that this voice was likely the daughter he had with that woman.

“Daddy~ who is this person?” The girl tugged at Lin Yang’s sleeve, pointing at Lin Yumo.

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