My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 19

Ice flowers began to spread from Lin Yumo’s palm towards the surroundings, extending all the way to the Sword Pavilion Elder’s forearm.

The mask under the Sword Pavilion Elder’s black robe concealed her face, making it impossible to see her expression, but judging from the pressure surrounding her, she must have been somewhat angered.

“Seeking death,” she cursed in a low voice.

The bent elbow suddenly straightened, and the ice crystals that had covered her forearm instantly exploded, shattering into fine powder.

Lin Yumo was blasted out by the sudden force, slamming against the stone door. Blood splattered everywhere, and she fell to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

“Get out!” A silver-white sword light suddenly lunged toward her, carrying fury.

Lin Yumo tremblingly raised her arm, trying to block the blow.

But it was clearly impossible. The sword light diminished its force slightly in front of her, but the vast majority of the impact still struck her.

As the stone door behind her opened, her entire body was shaken out by the force of the sword, rolling several times in front of the Sword Pavilion entrance before finally stopping.

Lines of red sword marks emerged from beneath her green robe; Lin Yumo’s entire back was practically crimson with blood.

She lay on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

How humiliating, she couldn’t even withstand three moves.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth down her neck, the streaks of blood intertwining.

She slowly closed her eyes, feeling the surging Law of Heartlessness within her gradually subside.

Her vision blurred, gradually darkening.

“Qinglu, can you take the medicine to the sister inside, please?” Lin Yang handed the medicine bowl to Lin Qinglu, bending slightly and patting her head.

Lin Qinglu pursed her lips, and only after a long moment did she take the medicine. “Okay.”

“You are not allowed to go!” Jiang Yunxin suddenly appeared in front of Lin Qinglu. “Lin Yang, are you really that fond of the child you had with that woman?”

Lin Yang frowned and gently pushed Lin Qinglu’s shoulder. “You go first.”

He watched Lin Qinglu’s retreating figure, and only after making sure she wouldn’t overhear their conversation did he speak, “Madam, how many times have I told you? Back then, Xu Mo was also innocent; even marrying me was a result of someone’s scheme. It’s been so many years, why do you insist on holding onto it?”

“But the world says Xu Mo died of depression because of you!” Jiang Yunxin sobbed, hot tears welling up in her eyes.

Lin Yang looked up at the distant gray and white sky, laughing self-deprecatingly. “A woman like her, how could she die of depression because of me… my name was just an excuse to pave the way for her daughter…”

He let out a long sigh. “Because of her ‘death by depression,’ I was also cursed by the world for a long time, wasn’t I?”

“Then why have you never clarified it all these years?”

“Because she completed us.”

The winter on Mount Xuanling was very cold. A young Lin Yumo, wrapped in a thick fox fur coat, was led up the mountain by Xu Mo and brought before Wei Qingyi.

‘Yumo, she is your Master from now on. Why don’t you come and pay respects to your Master?’ Xu Mo curved her eyes as she looked at her, her gaze extremely gentle, with what looked like tears welling up.

It was only much later that Lin Yumo realized the misty water in her mother’s eyes was because this was the last time the mother and daughter would see each other.

Lin Yumo bowed, respectfully saying, “‘Master.”

Wei Qingyi reached out, but her gaze wasn’t on her; instead, she looked at Xu Mo, “‘You…”

Xu Mo interrupted her, squatting down, smiling, and lightly flicking Yumo’s nose. “In the future, when you’re with your Master, you’re not allowed to cry, okay?”

“‘Don’t worry, Mom, I won’t cry!'” Lin Yumo put her hands on her hips, proudly.

“‘Good.'”

Xu Mo unfastened the sword from her waist, handed it to Wei Qingyi, and offered a wry smile.

She turned around resolutely, leaving behind a green back view. An ink-wash-painting-like hair tie lifted her hair; as the wind blew, the hair tie moved with it.

With her back to them, she tossed the tied-up ponytail and waved at Wei Qingyi. “‘I’m going now.'”

Her tone was light and neutral.

With her hands behind her back, the ties on her sleeves swayed. She leisurely walked down the mountain, her figure gradually blurring in the green hills, looking utterly like a young man.

“Mom! Don’t go!”

Lin Yumo suddenly sat up, tears uncontrollably streaming down her face. She hadn’t seen her mother in over a decade; she truly missed her mother.

After an unknown amount of time, her emotions finally calmed down. It was then that she noticed Lin Qinglu standing beside her.

She regulated her breathing, forcing herself to look directly at Lin Qinglu, and asked somewhat awkwardly:

“How many days has it been?”

“Th-three days,” Lin Qinglu answered timidly.

How could time pass so quickly?

No, her speed is not enough. If she can’t get the Yangshan Snow today, it will be very difficult for her to return before Mu Xuewei’s birthday.

She quickly got off the bed, anxious to go to the Sword Pavilion again.

The moment her front foot stepped out of the room, she was stopped by a wave of pressure.

“You are not going anywhere without drinking this medicine!” Lin Yang said sharply. “With such a severe injury, you are still thinking about looking for that broken sword!”

Lin Yumo looked up, too lazy to argue with Lin Yang again. “If I drink it, will you let me go?”

“Yes.”

Lin Yumo turned around, snatched the medicine bowl from Lin Qinglu’s hand, and downed it in one go.

The moment she took a step forward, she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat. All the meridians in her body began to contract, and her skin felt numb.

“What did you put in there!” Lin Yumo’s eyes were bloodshot as she glared at Lin Yang.

Lin Yang stroked his small mustache and sneered, “I did this for your own good. This Meridian-Cleansing Powder will dissolve your cultivation, wash your meridians, and cleanse your marrow. This way, your injuries will heal faster, and you won’t fall behind in your future cultivation!”

“You…!” Lin Yumo supported herself against the door frame with one hand, her eyes blazing red.

She extended three fingers to her left pulse, feeling the spiritual power in her Dantian.

Although her spiritual power was dissipating, the remaining power was still enough for one battle; she could still put up a fight against the Sword-Guarding Elder.

If she had the time, she would truly want to kill Lin Yang for ruining her plan.

But now she didn’t have time to waste on him; she had to race against time, lest her spiritual power completely vanish.

She shouted in a low voice:

“Kunjue! Let’s go!”

The Kunjue Sword flew towards Lin Yumo and was caught in her hand.

Above the Sword Pavilion, Lin Yumo stood in the fierce wind. Her green robes fluttered, and she retightened the arm restraints on her wrists.

She pulled off the loose hair tie and re-bound her hair.

She stood there, took a deep breath, and was no longer as polite as before.

“Kunjue!” she called out.

Kunjue hovered directly in front of Lin Yumo, casting a cold gleam in the night sky.

Lin Yumo brought two fingers together, a trace of ferocity in her eyes. She flicked her sleeve, pointing straight at the sword gate, “Open for me—!”

Lin Yumo came to Mount Kunlun to seek a sword, not to beg anyone!

The Kunjue Sword stabbed directly into the center of the sword gate, forcefully penetrating three inches deep. Centered on the blade, cracks instantly spread all over the stone door.

“Kunjue,” Lin Yumo called again. Kunjue pulled out from the stone door and returned to Lin Yumo’s hand.

A sword-hole was left in the middle of the massive stone door. When the cracks reached the top of the door, it suddenly exploded, splitting into pieces. Broken stones shot out and scattered near the Sword Pavilion, kicking up circles of dust that shook the entire Mount Kunlun!

“Do you have a death wish!”

The person inside leaped out, the Yangshan Snow in her hand glowing white as it met Kunjue.

Lin Yumo held Kunjue with both hands, defending against the attacks of the Yangshan Snow, blow after blow.

In every clash between the swords, Lin Yumo was at a disadvantage.

She clutched her chest, her grip on the sword gradually weakening, and her vision was unsteady several times.

She twisted her sword, bent down, and moved with her back pressed against the blade of the Yangshan Snow, switching places with the black-robed Elder, and dashed straight inside the Sword Pavilion.

The black-robed Elder thought: Damn it.

When she tried to stop Lin Yumo, she realized that the distance between them had grown too far, and she couldn’t catch up.

She released the Yangshan Snow in her hand. “Go.”

Yangshan Snow sped toward the location of Lin Yumo’s heart.

Lin Yumo suddenly plunged the Kunjue Sword into the sword scabbard that originally belonged to Yangshan Snow, pressed down hard, then turned around to face the black-robed Elder. Curling the corner of her mouth, she gave a reckless smile and shouted, “Yangshan—Snow, come—!”

A completely pure white and transparent sword broke out of the scabbard. It circled around Lin Yumo a few times before resting steadily in front of her.

Sure enough.

The true Yangshan Snow was hidden behind this sword scabbard.

And the one in the black-robed Elder’s hand was not the real Yangshan Snow, but merely a phantom formed by spiritual power.

True to form, the Yangshan Snow that had been speeding toward Lin Yumo’s heart suddenly stopped in front of her, dissipating little by little until it vanished into the night sky.

Lin Yumo reached out for the Yangshan Snow in front of her, gripping it tightly in her hand. She curled her lips, and the look in her eyes towards Yangshan Snow was a hundred times gentler than it was for Kunjue. She really had no strength left; she truly couldn’t hold on…

Mu Xuewei, I’m going to miss your birthday.

I’m so… sorry…

Her vision went black, and she completely collapsed.

The Sword-Guarding Elder squatted down and pressed several pressure points on Lin Yumo’s body to ensure she wouldn’t die from exhaustion.

She took a breath and examined the Yangshan Snow’s scabbard from top to bottom for a long time.

This Yangshan Snow was the sword she carried when she traveled the world in her youth.

Back then, while discussing swordsmanship over wine with people like Xu Mo and Wei Qingyi on Mount Kunlun, she used to believe herself to be the contemporary Heavenly Talent, unmatched in swordsmanship. Who knew that after a few rounds of discussion, all those so-called innate talents were shattered.

Later, in the war between Immortals and Demons, all the Heavenly Talents of her generation fell.

Xu Mo retreated from the world, Wei Qingyi went to Mount Xuanling to become an Immortal Venerable, and that little martial uncle also returned to Baidi City.

She couldn’t even find anyone she wanted to discuss swordsmanship with anymore. Since then, she sealed her sword and hid in this gloomy Sword Pavilion, ignoring worldly affairs.

And now, the Sword Pavilion is broken, Yangshan Snow has returned to the world, and a new generation of Heavenly Talents has already emerged. This disciple, said to be under Wei Qingyi, is only better than, not inferior to, their generation back then.

She shook her head, her black cloak swaying with the movement. She laughed in her natural voice, unable to help but sigh at how quickly time passes, as the younger generation is already on the path to replacing them.

“Ji Nangui!” Wei Qingyi stood atop Mount Kunlun’s Sword Pavilion. “I, Wei Qingyi, am not dead yet! How dare you bully my disciple!”

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