My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 20

The black-robed elder slowly lowered her cloak and removed her mask, revealing an extremely adorable baby face. All these years had passed, yet time had left no trace on her.

She took two steps towards Wei Qingyi, rolled up her sleeve, and showed a faint scratch, “Senior Sister Wei, I’m injured too, you can’t just look after your little disciple~”

Her voice was much clearer, with a hint of coquettishness, a stark contrast to the Sword Pavilion Elder who had just been aggressively attacking Lin Yumo with a sword.

“With a scratch like yours, it will heal instantly if I don’t look away.”

Ji Nangui put down her sleeve and tossed a bottle of elixirs to Wei Qingyi. “Alright, alright, your precious disciple isn’t dead, why are you panicking? Feed her well for two meals when you go back, and everything will be fine~”

Wei Qingyi said nothing more, simply picked up Lin Yumo, and prepared to leave.

“Wait a moment.” Ji Nangui’s voice became much heavier, regaining the demeanor of an Elder. “If you truly cherish this disciple of yours, you shouldn’t let her cultivate the Path of Emotionless Dao. You know well, she is not suited for it.”

Wei Qingyi stopped in her tracks, stood in the cold wind for a while, and let out a bitter smile.

She didn’t speak, but soared away, not forgetting to control the Jade Bamboo Sword to slash down towards the Sword Pavilion before she left.

The Sword Pavilion merely trembled slightly, and a tiny, almost imperceptible crack began to appear from the center.

The next moment, with a “boom—,” the Sword Pavilion’s beams began to collapse. Debris flew everywhere, reducing it to ruins.

“Vicious woman—! I was just doing it for the good of your precious disciple!” Ji Nangui shouted at Wei Qingyi’s retreating back.

“I know. Silly Sword Fool.”

Ji Nangui looked at the ruins and sighed, murmuring aggrievedly, “I could have managed with a few repairs…”

Truly, what kind of disciple, what kind of master.

No, perhaps it’s the other way around.

Ji Nangui heard the leisurely footsteps approaching from down the mountain, put her cloak back on, and also donned an extremely ominous and terrifying-looking mask.

Then, she lowered her voice, speaking in a gender-neutral tone to the disciples, “Where are the people who maintain the Sword Pavilion! They’ve been cutting corners, and now that it’s collapsed, how will they explain themselves to me!”

“What are you standing around for? Go and call people to rebuild it!”

A disciple suddenly bowed and said, “But… but we… we… don’t have… the money!”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed the masked face. Ji Nangui cleared her throat and waved her hand, “Go find Lin Yang, Lin Yang has money!”

“Yes! Elder Guardian of the Sword!”

“From now on, call me Elder Ji, drop the ‘Guardian of the Sword’ part!”

The sword has been stolen, what’s left to guard?

Apart from the Angshan Snow sword, this Sword Pavilion is just a pile of scrap metal.

“Yes, Guardian… Elder Ji!”

…

The night was deep, the full bright moon hung high in the sky, and countless stars twinkled.

Mu Xuewei sat in the courtyard of the Purple Bamboo Forest, recalling her past life with Lin Yumo. She had never imagined she could be so close to her.

She could even share a bed with her.

The more she thought about it, the better she felt about this life. Not only could she stay by her Senior Sister’s side, but she could also be cared for by her.

Senior Sister would smile at her, protect her, and even fight fiercely with fellow disciples for her.

Wei Qingyi returned with Lin Yumo, who was covered in bloodstains and had a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. She was frowning, and the veins on her arms were bulging.

Mu Xuewei rushed over. Wei Qingyi explained, “She’s fine, just took a Marrow Cleansing Elixir, plus she’s exhausted her spiritual power.”

“I’m taking her to the cold spring in the back mountain. Remember to bring the medicine,” Wei Qingyi instructed.

“Okay.” Mu Xuewei’s voice trembled slightly. She had never seen Lin Yumo so severely injured, even in her previous life, she hadn’t seen her return covered in blood.

…

Lin Yumo tightly closed her eyes, struggling. The veins on the back of her hands stood out. The effect of the Marrow Cleansing Elixir was growing stronger, and cold sweat streamed down her forehead.

Her consciousness scattered, and her body uncontrollably slipped down into the cold spring. Icy spring water invaded her nasal cavity.

Angshan Snow…

Right, she hasn’t retrieved the Angshan Snow yet…

The suffocating sense of drowning grew stronger. She was suddenly shocked awake by the spring water and struggled to stand up.

She surfaced from the cold spring, coughing uncontrollably from being choked by the water, only calming down when she saw the Angshan Snow sword suspended nearby.

Only after the discomfort in her throat gradually subsided did she step out of the cold spring. Her hair was still soaking wet, and before she could dry it, she began to examine the Angshan Snow in front of her.

The Angshan Snow was pure white throughout. Its sides were blades polished to an extreme clarity. Snow lotus patterns were carved onto the sword hilt.

“Senior Sister…?”

Lin Yumo hastily grabbed her clothes and wrapped them around herself, making sure she was covered before turning her head to look at her.

Mu Xuewei approached Lin Yumo step by step, holding the wound medicine. She had actually been standing there for a long time, watching her Senior Sister’s every move.

She had seen everything, from the way she emerged from the cold spring to the moment she hastily put on her clothes.

Only after suppressing the urge to be presumptuous toward her Senior Sister did she dare to step out.

She pretended as if nothing had happened, walked over, and offered the wound medicine to Lin Yumo. Just as Lin Yumo reached out to take it, Mu Xuewei pulled it back.

“Senior Sister, may I help you apply the medicine to your back injuries?”

Lin Yumo raised an eyebrow. This Great Demon wasn’t completely useless after all; she knew how to be considerate at a critical moment.

She nodded, smiling slightly with relief, “That works.”

Mu Xuewei’s fingertips were coated with the medicine, slowly applying it to the wounds. Her touch was very light, avoiding any painful scraping against the injuries.

The medicine felt like a cool breeze, like mint, when applied to the wounds.

There was also a tingling sensation, a slight itchiness.

Mu Xuewei’s fingertips traced her Senior Sister’s shoulder blades, moving from top to bottom.

Lin Yumo frowned. Did she have an injury on her shoulder blade? Why couldn’t she feel it?

“Um… I…” She hesitated, feeling it would be awkward to ask directly, so she changed her words, “Are the wounds there very small?”

Mu Xuewei turned her head, her hair falling onto Lin Yumo’s shoulder. “Yes, would Senior Sister like me to use two mirrors so you can see?”

No, thank you, Lin Yumo did not have a habit of admiring herself in the mirror.

If she said there was a wound, then there must be a wound.

Mu Xuewei withdrew her hand and sat up properly. She knew when to stop; if she went any further, Senior Sister might become suspicious.

Lin Yumo tidied her robes, tied her belt, and offered the Angshan Snow to her.

“Don’t you… still lack a suitable sword?”

“I think this Angshan Snow is very fitting, so I’ll give it to you as a birthday gift.”

Birthday gift?

Mu Xuewei was stunned at the word.

That day, when she saw her Senior Sister give the Dragon Abyss Sword to Li Shuangxing, she felt somewhat indignant. Later, she had only used her birthday as an excuse to ask her Senior Sister for a small prize.

She had long forgotten her own birthday. Since her adoptive mother passed away, no one had celebrated it for her.

Could it be that Senior Sister’s injuries were because of this sword…

Her hands trembled slightly as she took the Angshan Snow, clutching it tightly. She lifted her eyelashes and tentatively asked, “The Angshan Snow has always been in the Sword Pavilion of Mount Kunlun. Did Senior Sister specifically seek it out for me?”

“No.” Lin Yumo answered plainly, “I only sought it out and found it wasn’t suitable for my use, so I gifted it to you.”

“Besides, other than this sword, I don’t have anything else I can offer.”

She stood with her back to Mu Xuewei, her gaze fixed on the cold spring. “As for missing your birthday, I… am very sorry.”

“If there’s a chance, I’ll make it up to you. If you are willing.”

“I am very willing, Senior Sister.”

Mu Xuewei held the Angshan Snow tightly in her hands.

“There is an opportunity now.”

Lin Yumo was startled. “What?”

“Is Senior Sister willing to test the sword with me?”

Lin Yumo half-raised an eyebrow. Wasn’t she taking advantage of her injury? Who asks an injured patient to test a sword with them?

She said crisply, “Yes.”

She figured she could still fight Mu Xuewei even with her injury, and if she lost, she would have her injury as an excuse. What a great deal.

No, how could she possibly lose to Mu Xuewei!

Lin Yumo drew the Kunwu Sword. “I have a sword technique; please test it, my lady.”

“Senior Sister, please grant me your guidance.”

The Angshan Snow clashed with the Kunwu Sword. The imposing sword energy scattered, centered on the two of them, colliding with the ice wall and leaving uniform scratches.

The two swords, one white and one silver, repeatedly collided. With each clash, Mu Xuewei’s resolve grew stronger.

Lin Yumo gasped slightly and frowned.

Oh dear… she pulled at her wound.

Her hand holding the Kunwu Sword trembled. Taking advantage of the collision from a counter-attack, she distanced herself from Mu Xuewei, her feet hovering over the cold spring.

The Angshan Snow in Mu Xuewei’s hand transformed into several white illusory figures. The shattered ice near the cold spring also floated up, morphing into white, ethereal dragons that gathered before her.

“Empty the five elements, govern the six energies, roam infinitely.” (Modified from Xiao Yao You – Free and Easy Wandering)

She smiled gently, “Senior Sister, watch closely.”

“This move is called—”

“Wandering!”

Lin Yumo looked at the illusory sword energy before her, carrying the power of a soaring Kun-Peng, with the potential to fly ten thousand miles. This was the most transcendent and unrestrained sword technique she had seen in all her years of practicing the sword.

It was beautiful.

Sure enough, the Angshan Snow suited her very well.

Lin Yumo curved her lips. The Kunwu Sword in her hand spun around the center of its pommel. Eight illusory Kunwu Swords formed a Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array, all pointing at Mu Xuewei.

“I also have a sword technique. Its name is—”

“Sky-Pillar!”

If destiny aligned with her will, she would go with the flow. If destiny continuously opposed her, then she would defy this Heaven.

She did not obey Heaven, nor did she believe in fate.

And the name of this sword technique was one she had conceived on the spot, after seeing Mu Xuewei’s technique.

The illusory figures of the Kunwu Sword met the Angshan Snow. The water of the cold spring suddenly exploded and condensed, forming a natural ice screen that stood between Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei.

The two people hovered over the cold spring, robes fluttering, separated by the ice screen. They gazed at each other. The moonlight above the cold spring shone down diagonally, piercing through the ice barrier and scattering in pieces on the ground.

Mu Xuewei’s eyes were slightly red. She raised her hand and placed it on the ice screen.

Her gray eyes were like hidden glass, faint, yet bright and clear.

She said, Lin Yumo, I miss you so much.

In her heart.

Lin Yumo stared at her, somewhat lost in thought. This Great Demon cultivating the Path of Free and Easy Wandering was growing stronger. If that day truly came, how would she kill her?

With just this glance, Lin Yumo knew clearly: the idea of killing Mu Xuewei was almost impossible now.

She could feel that she was no longer able to strike her down.

She wanted to keep an eye on her, to protect her.

She did not want her to fall into the Demonic Path.

Wind rolled the clouds. The mist above the cold spring gradually rose, forming a watery haze on the ice screen, slowly obscuring the two figures and blocking their mutually probing gazes.

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