My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 18

Lin Yang pulled her to stand before Lin Yumo, “Qinglu, say hello to your older sister.”

Lin Qinglu, whose hair was styled in two braids falling down her sides, curtsied towards Lin Yumo, “Older sister.”

Lin Yumo originally wanted to avoid this, not wanting to admit her relationship with Lin Yang, but Lin Yang forcibly revealed her identity.

She managed to force a smile and nodded at Lin Qinglu.

She didn’t know how she felt—a little envy, a little jealousy—but she wouldn’t blame the little girl in front of her. After all, she was innocent too.

Lin Yang nudged Lin Qinglu’s shoulder, “Qinglu, go find your mother. Your father needs to talk to your sister.”

“Alright.”

Lin Yumo watched Lin Qinglu’s retreating back until she disappeared from sight before turning to Lin Yang, “Explain clearly, what exactly happened between you and my mother!”

Lin Yang turned around, “I promised your mother I would never mention this to you.”

“All I can tell you is that my elopement with Jiang Yunxin was with your mother’s permission. I, Lin Yang, have never wronged your mother.”

Lin Yumo clenched her fists, then released them. Her Master had also told her that Lin Yang was also an innocent party.

She gazed at the distant, tiny pavilion, her thoughts in turmoil. After a long silence, she finally calmed down and decided to tentatively believe his nonsense.

She slowly spoke, “I didn’t come to Mount Kunlun just to see you.”

“I came for something else.”

“What?”

“The third-ranked sword on the Famous Swords List, Yangshan Snow.”

Lin Yang was startled, then smiled, “Even if I wanted to give it to you, I couldn’t. Although my Kunlun Mountain announced that any cultivator can try to obtain the Yangshan Snow, with your current strength, I’m afraid you have no chance.”

Lin Yumo did not turn to leave but looked seriously at Lin Yang, “Lin Yang, in your eyes, what percentage of a chance do I have?”

“One percent.” Lin Yang was honest. The Elder guarding the Yangshan Snow was definitely not easy to deal with. Even if she suppressed her cultivation level, Lin Yumo wouldn’t be able to handle her. After all, that Elder was once a sword talent comparable to Wei Qingyi.

One percent… it was about what she expected.

Lin Yumo shrugged, “Take me there.”

She had nothing more to say to Lin Yang. Her sole purpose for coming here was the Yangshan Snow.

“Are you… sure?”

“Of course.”

The Sword Pavilion of Kunlun Mountain was built on the summit, towering into the clouds and looking magnificent.

Lin Yang moved the door bolt and knocked on the Sword Pavilion’s door.

The door slowly slid open. A person cloaked in a black mantle stood inside, with a pure white sword behind them.

“Who comes here? State your name.”

Their voice was old and weathered; it was impossible to tell if they were male or female.

“I am Lin Yumo, a disciple of Mount Xuanling, here to seek the Yangshan Snow. I ask the Elder not to spare their guidance.”

“Lin Yumo… never heard of you. A nobody…, I will not see you.” As the black-robed Elder spoke, they raised a hand to close the Sword Pavilion door.

“Has the Elder heard the name of my Master, Wei Qingyi?”

The door, which was about to close, paused and suddenly swung wide open, “You are the disciple of the contemporary Sword Dao Head, Cloud Shadow Immortal Venerable Wei Qingyi?”

“Precisely.” Lin Yumo thought, in this world, having a good Master certainly makes things easier.

Lin Yumo was suddenly pulled inside the Sword Pavilion by a force. With a loud bang behind her, the door abruptly closed. Inside the Sword Pavilion, only two candles emitted a faint light.

“You junior are at least worth a fight. Let me see how the Sword Dao Head has taught you. Draw your sword.”

Lin Yumo drew her Kunwu sword, which flashed a streak of light in the darkness, “Please enlighten me.”

“Kunwu, huh…” the black-robed Elder murmured, “It’s been a long time since I’ve seen it.”

Lin Yumo frowned and, without hesitation, attacked.

The black-robed Elder reached out and effortlessly swung the Yangshan Snow in their hand. Several silver flashes suddenly streaked through the dark room, as pure and bright as the snow below Kunlun Mountain.

The blade of Yangshan Snow was three inches longer than Kunwu, and it was these three inches that prevented Lin Yumo from getting close to the black-robed Elder.

With a pfft, the Yangshan Snow suddenly plunged into Lin Yumo’s left arm, and then a palm strike was aimed at her chest.

Lin Yumo hadn’t even had time to see how the sword was drawn. She felt she had clearly been focused on the Yangshan Snow in their hand, so why was she still injured?

The door behind her suddenly burst open, and Lin Yumo was struck by the palm and thrown out, rolling several times on the ground before stopping.

She spat out a mouthful of blood, her heart pounding relentlessly.

The palm strike had been held back at the last moment, or else her life would have truly been lost here.

She struggled to her feet, clutching the wound on her left arm. Blood seeped continuously through her fingers.

She looked up at the tightly shut stone door, shocked by the Sword Pavilion Elder’s power.

So, this was the strength of a Venerable—too powerful.

She estimated that the Elder had only used less than thirty percent of their strength just now.

“Miss Lin.”

Someone called her name.

“You’re injured. Don’t push yourself anymore. Know when to retreat.”

Lin Yumo turned around, covering her wound, to look at the speaker.

The woman had an oval face, almond eyes, and dark brows. She wore a wide-sleeved flowing dress and had many hair ornaments in her updo.

Jiang Yunxin.

Lin Yumo could only sum her up with two words: vulgar.

The outfit was indeed beautiful, but it was not even a thousandth as beautiful as her mother.

After all, her mother didn’t need any makeup to possess a beauty that could topple cities.

Lin Yumo gripped her sword and retreated two steps, becoming wary of her.

Jiang Yunxin walked over, smiling gently, “I mean you no harm, nor will I blame your mother’s action of separating Lin Yang and me on you.”

Lin Yumo frowned, pointing her sword at her, “What nonsense are you talking about? How could my mother do such a thing?”

Although her mother wasn’t exactly gentle, she was definitely an upright person and wouldn’t do the things Jiang Yunxin was describing.

When she was little, her mother never got angry with her. No matter what trouble she caused, Xu Mo always took the blame for her.

It was a pity that destiny was cruel to her; such a good person ended up dying of depression.

The smile remained on Jiang Yunxin’s lips, but it carried a chill that sent shivers down one’s spine, “Aren’t you curious about what happened back then?”

“Then I’ll tell you.”

“Lin Yang and I were originally in love, but your mother intervened, forcing the two of us to be separated for three years…”

“Enough!” Lin Yang roared, startling Jiang Yunxin. She had never seen Lin Yang so agitated.

She knew that this time, Lin Yang was truly angry.

“Didn’t I say that what happened back then was a misunderstanding? How many times do I have to say it! What happened back then has nothing to do with Xu Mo, and it certainly shouldn’t be blamed on her daughter!”

Lin Yumo stood there, feeling cold all over. It seemed she was seeing a different mother through other people’s words.

She ignored Lin Yang, took a few steps to Jiang Yunxin, and stared at her coldly, “Go on.”

Jiang Yunxin looked at Lin Yang’s sullen face and turned to leave, but Lin Yumo grabbed her arm and pulled her back.

Lin Yumo’s eyes were bloodshot. She gritted her teeth and said, “I told you to keep talking!”

“Speak!”

“Fine, I’ll speak.” Jiang Yunxin’s lips trembled slightly as she looked at Lin Yang’s furious gaze, “Lin Yang and I were about to get married, but unexpectedly, Xu Mo stepped in and, a few days later, forced Lin Yang to marry her by claiming she was pregnant!”

“Stop talking immediately!” Lin Yang yelled sternly.

He looked at Lin Yumo, unable to decide what to call her for a moment, and stuttered several times, “While your mother and I didn’t marry out of mutual affection, it was still a willing choice.”

“It’s just that there are some things I promised your mother I would never say, just like your Master, unwilling to talk about old matters with you.”

Lin Yumo held her breath and took a couple of deep breaths. She didn’t understand why they were all unwilling to mention her mother’s past to her.

Even the Elder in the Sword Pavilion seemed to recognize the sword in her hand and should be an old acquaintance of her mother, Xu Mo.

She closed her eyes, gradually reining in her emotions, and her expression turned cold.

Now was not the time to think about these things. She should focus on getting the Yangshan Snow first.

She looked at the blood soaking through her left arm, tore a strip of cloth from her sleeve, tied it roughly, held her sword horizontally, and shouted towards the stone door, “Lin Yumo, disciple of Cloud Shadow Immortal Venerable Wei Qingyi of Mount Xuanling, is here to seek the sword!”

Her words were powerful and resonant, just like when she was at her peak combat strength, showing no sign of injury. The only difference from before was that she no longer said ‘please enlighten me,’ but ‘seek the sword’!

She was determined to have this sword.

“You are injured, go back—” The neither-male-nor-female voice came through the stone door, deep and full of vigor.

Lin Yumo tightened her grip on the sword, bowed, and said, “Please open the door!”

Inside the stone door, there was silence.

Lin Yumo punched the stone door and demanded, “Open the door!”

With a rumble, the stone door opened to both sides.

“You have spirit, just like her!”

Lin Yumo leaped into the Sword Pavilion. The Kunwu sword once again clashed with the Yangshan Snow, and silver sparks flew in a flash.

Suddenly, Lin Yumo twisted her wrist and leaped into the air, blocking the sword coming toward her.

This was something she had been thinking about constantly.

This was the first time she realized that the Yangshan Snow was actually a Shadow Sword (a sword that adapts its appearance to the light/shadow).

The hidden sword pavilions of ordinary sects were bright and grand, eager to show off how great their swords were, but Kunlun Mountain’s Hidden Sword Pavilion was different.

There were only two faint candles; the rest was completely dark, where you couldn’t even see your hand.

And the Yangshan Snow, in this darkness, actually looked black.

Lin Yumo initially thought she was seeing things, but now, upon closer inspection, the Yangshan Snow in the Elder’s hand was definitely black.

In the next moment, the Kunwu sword in her hand was suddenly flicked away, circling in the air several times before flying out the moment the sword door opened.

The light from outside suddenly shone in. The sunlight reflecting on the sword created a bright, white area, a rich white like mutton-fat jade.

The black-robed Elder launched a palm strike across the distance, but before it could hit, an extremely cold palm force countered it.

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