My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 2

“But I see this girl has excellent natural talent, she’s a rare piece of fine jade, and I must take her as my final disciple.” Wei Qingyi paused, then sneered lightly, “Any elder she apprentices under would waste her natural talent.”

In other words, she meant that the other elders were not as good as her.

The Third Master frowned and said, “I’ve also taken a liking to this disciple, Qingyi, are you trying to steal my apprentice too?”

“Dong—” A gong sounded, “The Hundred Selection Assembly has concluded! The top ten winners have been decided—!”

Lin Yumo looked down and saw that Mu Xuewei was indeed among the ten figures.

Wei Qingyi smiled, stating mercilessly, “I have decided on this disciple. If anyone disagrees, you are welcome to fight me. Don’t forget, on Xuanling Mountain, I am the strongest fighter!”

“Alright, then let’s fight.”

Lin Yumo massaged her brow. Had this Mu Xuewei cast a spell on the two Masters? How could she not see the girl had such great charm, enough to cause two Masters to fight over her.

The Sect Leader quickly stepped between the two, waving his hands, “Stop arguing! Have you even asked the girl for her opinion! You’re several hundred years old, fighting in front of the disciples, aren’t you ashamed!”

He pointed at Mu Xuewei, “Little girl, come here.”

Mu Xuewei walked out of the crowd, her body trembling slightly, looking as if she might collapse at any moment.

She slowly approached and bowed to each elder, saying, “Outer disciple Mu Xuewei, is willing to…”

“Is willing to become the disciple of the Fourth Master…”

Before she could finish, she tumbled towards Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo didn’t even have time to think, she subconsciously caught her, preventing the pitiful Demon Lord from falling flat on her face.

It was only when Mu Xuewei’s head rested on her shoulder that she reacted. Why… why did she fall into my arms? Isn’t this just a scam?

This is the Demon Lord, surely her body shouldn’t be so frail.

Lin Yumo looked down at the person in her arms, her whole body stiff, not daring to move.

She feigned a look of concern and asked, “Master, will she be alright?”

Hopefully, something is wrong with her.

Wei Qingyi placed her hand on Mu Xuewei’s pulse, checked it, and then tapped a few of her acupuncture points. She slowly replied, “She’s fine, just a weak constitution and exhausted her spiritual energy.”

Lin Yumo looked down at the person in her arms.

Mu Xuewei’s eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly lifted her gaze. With the spiritual energy Wei Qingyi had passed to her, her body regained some strength, enough for her to struggle to stand up.

Seeing her awaken, Lin Yumo swiftly withdrew the hand that was supporting her, not caring if Mu Xuewei had stood firm.

She also moved a few steps to the side, as if avoiding a plague.

If Wei Qingyi hadn’t reached out to help, Mu Xuewei probably would have stumbled and sat on the ground.

Lin Yumo felt a slight, but not much, sense of apology, and could only offer an awkward smile and laugh off the situation to the Great Demon.

After all the twists and turns of the Hundred Selection Assembly, the most shocking thing was that the Great Demon had apprenticed under her Master and had become her Junior Sister!

This was simply… outrageous!

As the twilight faded and night deepened, the Master and three disciples walked back to the Purple Bamboo Forest. No one spoke along the way.

Mu Xuewei walked neatly behind them, her hands properly clasped in front of her abdomen, looking like a well-bred young lady.

It wasn’t until they reached the Purple Bamboo Forest that Lin Yumo realized the most important thing.

There was no place for Mu Xuewei to stay in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Originally, Xuanling Mountain had Six Great Halls, but ever since her mother sent her to Xuanling Mountain, the Master, for some unknown reason, brought her and her Senior Brother to live in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Therefore, the houses in the Purple Bamboo Forest were wooden houses built later by carpenters, unlike the magnificent halls; they resembled ordinary people’s residences.

Coincidentally, the main house belonged to the Master, the side house to Li Shuangxing, and the other house was Lin Yumo’s room. There was also one more room, but since no one lived there, it had been used as a storage room.

Was she to make Mu Xuewei stay in the storage room?

Wei Qingyi glanced around and said to Lin Yumo, “You and your Junior Sister will make do for one night. Tomorrow, clean up the old house and then have her move in. How about that?”

Absolutely not.

Lin Yumo looked at Mu Xuewei, who was standing beside her, eyes lowered, looking utterly pitiful. She couldn’t bring herself to refuse.

She could only nod her head, reluctantly accepting.

Mu Xuewei, carrying her worn-out travel bag, followed Lin Yumo into the room.

Lin Yumo strode to the bed and plopped down, looking at Mu Xuewei’s pitiful appearance, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

Now that it was just her and Mu Xuewei, it was easier to speak.

She cleared her throat, straightened her back, and half-closed her eyes, saying, “You.”

Mu Xuewei stood before her, not daring to move, waiting for Lin Yumo’s next words.

“You’ll sleep on the floor. Did you hear me?”

After saying it, she herself couldn’t help but shiver. How did that sound so cruel?

“Thank you, Senior Sister,” Mu Xuewei said softly, her tone gentle, like the warm spring sunshine, very pleasant.

She held her old bedding, and seemed truly intent on sleeping on the floor.

Lin Yumo pursed her lips, watching her kneel down to spread the bedding on the floor, looking a bit constrained. Something inside her was touched.

Actually, the current Mu Xuewei is not even eighteen. Looking at her yellowed clothing, life in the outer sect must have been very difficult.

During the Hundred Selection Assembly, she thought Mu Xuewei was just pretending to be pitiful, but now that she thought about it carefully, she was probably genuinely pitiful.

After all, when she entered the sect, her background was that of an orphan with no parents, and the Demon Vein on her body was something that would appear much later.

After a long pause, Lin Yumo sighed, closed her eyes, and patted her bed, saying, “The floor is cold.”

“You… you should come up and sleep…”

She stood up and offered the bed to Mu Xuewei. Her gaze fell on the worn-out bedding Mu Xuewei had spread on the floor. With some reluctance, she added, “You… you are not allowed to put those rags on my bed, I find them dirty.”

Having said that, she turned to walk toward the door.

“Senior Sister, the night is late and the dew is heavy, aren’t you going to sleep?” Mu Xuewei raised her eyelashes, her gray pupils looking at her. Those normally cold eyes now held a touch of faint warmth.

“I’m going to clean your room so you can move out earlier.” Lin Yumo’s foot, which had just crossed the threshold, paused. She felt that the earlier comment about ‘finding her dirty’ was too harsh and might hurt a young girl’s self-esteem.

And, that’s not what she actually meant.

She stepped out, leaving a final word, “You can use my bedding.”

After leaving the room, the more she thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. Her plan was definitely not supposed to be like this.

She wanted to intentionally make things difficult for Mu Xuewei, so how… how did she end up letting Mu Xuewei sleep in her bed?

Lin Yumo held the feather duster, sweeping the dust in the old house.

The more she thought, the angrier she became.

Since this old house was prepared for Mu Xuewei, she should naturally be the one to clean it. How did Lin Yumo end up cleaning for that Great Demon?

So, “clanging” noises echoed throughout the old room. The feather duster hit the tables and the wooden slats of the bed again and again. Occasionally, the force was too strong, and even the bed’s crossbeams trembled.

After sweeping and wiping, she finally managed to clean it. Lin Yumo rubbed the back of her stiff neck, then walked out of the old house.

She happened to meet Mu Xuewei’s gaze.

Mu Xuewei was pulling out the wooden support propping up the window, holding the window with one hand. Her gray eyes looked at Lin Yumo through the gap, her eyes seeming to curve into a smile, but they were a bit far, so Lin Yumo couldn’t see clearly if she was actually smiling.

Instead, she heard a “clack,” and the window dropped closed, extinguishing the candlelight inside the room.

Lin Yumo: ?

That’s my room, isn’t it? What does Mu Xuewei mean by this…

Is she saying, ‘I’m going to sleep, don’t bother me’?

She gave her the bed, she gave her the bedding, and now she actually drove the room’s owner out of the door?

Furious, Lin Yumo threw a combination punch at the air.

“What are you doing?” Wei Qingyi happened to see Lin Yumo’s clawing and grasping movements and found it strange.

What is she getting crazy about now?

Lin Yumo’s punching hand hadn’t had time to pull back yet and froze in mid-air.

She turned her head to look at Wei Qingyi, awkwardly threw another punch, and said with a cheeky smile, “Practicing, practicing, Master.”

She gestured a couple more times, “How is it, Master, is it alright…”

“Stop messing around, go back.” Wei Qingyi’s face was stern. If it weren’t for Lin Yumo’s mother entrusting her to her care, she’d really want to give her a beating.

“Yes.” Lin Yumo bowed her hand, reining in her earlier momentum.

Wei Qingyi closed her door and ignored this rebellious disciple.

However, a window was opened again, and Mu Xuewei poked her head out, “Senior Sister… are you cold?”

“I’m not…” Lin Yumo shivered, followed by a sneeze, and resignedly lowered her head, “Cold.”

She tossed the feather duster onto the table and entered the room.

She somehow held a bowl of water and placed it in the middle of the bed, “Let the water be the boundary. Neither of us can cross the line.”

“Okay.” Mu Xuewei turned her back, slowly closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became steady.

Lin Yumo rested her hands behind her head.

At this moment, she was completely sleepless. After all, anyone with a sworn enemy lying next to them would be wide awake.

She slightly turned on her side, reached into her Cosmic Bag at her waist, and pulled out a dagger. The silver glint of the dagger was visible in the pitch-black room.

Since there was still a bowl of water between them, she dared not make any large movements and could only slowly bring the dagger closer to Mu Xuewei’s neck.

If I kill her now, then nothing that happens later will occur.

Xuanling Mountain will be safe.

The dagger in her hand moved a bit closer, getting even nearer to her neck.

A clear, cold voice echoed in Lin Yumo’s mind, like the eternal, unmelting snow on Jingxue Peak, sharp and calm, “If I said… the fellow disciples of Xuanling Mountain were not massacred by me…”

Her dagger paused there, unable to move any closer.

Perhaps the bed was too small to accommodate two people, so Mu Xuewei seemed uncomfortable and frowned as she turned over.

Seeing the dagger about to pierce her throat, Lin Yumo instantly flipped the direction of the dagger, turning the blade toward herself. The cold sweat on her forehead was clearly visible.

The bowl of water that was placed between them also spilled out due to Mu Xuewei’s movement. The icy water completely soaked into Lin Yumo’s clothes.

Lin Yumo felt the dampness on her waist, pursed her lips, and dared not move at all.

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