My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 21

A Sea-East Falcon (Haiching) flew over the cold spring, its sharp cry piercing the air, and landed on Lin Yumo’s shoulder.

Lin Yumo turned around and shifted her gaze. The ice barrier shattered piece by piece, turning into irregular ice chunks that fell into the cold spring, splashing water.

She untied the letter from the falcon’s leg. It read: “Lin Qinglu is going to Xuanling Mountain for a ‘mountain visit’ (bai shan), alone.”

The sender was Lin Yang.

Lin Yumo closed her eyes, clutching the note in her hand.

What exactly did Lin Yang mean? How dare he let a young girl come for a mountain visit all by herself? But this was his own daughter; she thought he must be insane.

“I’m going out for a while. Wait for me to return.”

“Senior Sister… your injuries…”

“It’s nothing.”

Outside Ten-Mile Langdang was a wilderness. Because it was largely filled with dead trees, crows, and graves, and occasionally roaming wild beasts, the common folk had named it the Burial Ground.

Lin Yang’s letter only contained those few words and didn’t specify Lin Qinglu’s location, so she decided to wait here.

Firstly, this was the only path to Xuanling Mountain. Secondly, this was the most dangerous place, and she was worried Lin Qinglu wouldn’t be able to pass through this forest.

Since Lin Qinglu was coming for a mountain visit, she couldn’t let her die en route.

As for Lin Yang’s true intentions, she couldn’t be bothered to figure them out.

Meanwhile, Lin Yang was kneeling before Jiang Yunxin, speaking subserviently, “The rift between Yumo and me can only be healed by Qinglu.”

He anxiously slapped his leg. “If she can treat Qinglu like a biological younger sister, then her attitude towards me might soften, right?”

Jiang Yunxin slammed the lidded bowl onto the table. “And you dare to let Qinglu go to Xuanling Mountain alone? Are you not worried she’ll encounter danger?”

“And what if she’s bullied at Xuanling Mountain, all by herself!”

“Oh, Madam!” Lin Yang said earnestly, “I believe that child Yumo definitely won’t let Qinglu be bullied! I trust that child’s character.”

“But I don’t!”

Lin Yang stood up, his face hardening, and he stroked his small mustache. “In any case, I’ve sent her off. It’s not up to you whether you believe it or not!”

“Lin Qinglu is my flesh and blood, and Yumo is also my biological daughter.”

The night in the Burial Ground was devoid of light. The cool wind rustled through the withered yellow leaves, making a “shusshing” sound. Large patches of dead trees stood ominously, creating a spooky and terrifying atmosphere.

Lin Yumo’s hand rested on her sword hilt. Even walking here alone made her feel a chill down her spine, let alone a young girl who had just turned fifteen.

“Ah! Help!” a childish voice cried out.

Lin Yumo immediately became alert, drew her sword, and ran towards the source of the sound.

Gray-yellow vines were wrapped around Lin Qinglu’s body. The dagger in her hand was plunged into the ground, leaving a long, narrow scratch mark.

Lin Yumo slashed at the vines with her sword. The vines that had been wrapped around Lin Qinglu immediately lashed out at Lin Yumo.

Suddenly, several more vines emerged from the forest, golden in color and much thicker than the previous ones.

Lin Yumo swiftly twisted her wrist, and her sword, Kunwu sliced out diagonally. Before the vines could strike, she cut them into fragments. The pieces fell to the ground, reverting to their original gray-yellow color, and then burned to ashes.

She half-closed her eyes, looking at the self-immolating vines, and said to Lin Qinglu, “Stand still right there.”

Lin Yumo, holding her sword, headed towards the depths of the dense forest.

“Tap-tap” footsteps flew past Lin Yumo’s ears from both sides. Although very light, she could still discern their approximate positions.

“Go,” Lin Yumo whispered.

Kunwu flew in one direction, directly pinning a person to a dead tree.

She reached out and recalled the Kunwu sword. Without time to investigate closely, she quickly chased after the other direction.

The masked man darted and fled through the forest. He saw Lin Qinglu, and a hint of calculation flashed in his eyes.

Just as he was about to grab Lin Qinglu, another person whisked her away.

“Close your eyes.” Lin Yumo covered Lin Qinglu’s eyes with one hand, while holding her sword in the other. The sword had already penetrated three inches into the chest of the man in black.

As she pulled out the sword, blood splattered across the ground, and the man in black collapsed heavily.

Lin Yumo lifted the hand covering Lin Qinglu’s eyes, sheathed the Kunwu sword, and closely examined the man in black.

She pulled off the black-clothed man’s face mask and tore open his collar, revealing a purple moon tattoo.

It was actually a member of the Moon Demon Clan.

So the Demon Clan had entered the Xuanling Mountain area this early? How pathetic that she had been completely oblivious to this in her previous life.

Lin Yumo searched the entire body of the man in black, finding only a few talismans. However, on the other man in black not far away, she found a sheepskin scroll.

She looked back at Lin Qinglu, who was still tightly closing her eyes, and couldn’t help but smile, saying, “It’s alright now. Let’s go.”

Along the way, Lin Qinglu didn’t speak, just obediently followed behind her.

Lin Yumo studied the sheepskin scroll in her hand. It was covered in a jumble of messy Demon script.

Great… she couldn’t read it…

“Ah—!”

Lin Qinglu suddenly cried out behind her. Startled, Lin Yumo quickly turned back, only to find that nothing had happened.

Lin Yumo sighed in relief, patted her wildly beating heart, and asked kindly, “What’s wrong?”

“The candle went out.”

Lin Yumo: …

Speechless.

My Ancestor! Walking in this Burial Ground wasn’t as scary as that scream of yours, alright?

Lin Yumo closed her eyes and offered comfort, “We’re almost at Xuanling Mountain. Don’t be afraid.”

And so, one person went to search for someone, and one person waited all night at Xuanling Mountain, coincidentally meeting Lin Yumo’s new younger sister.

“Senior Sister, this is…”

“Ah, Lin Yang’s daughter.”

It was a very ordinary question, yet Lin Yumo felt something strange, an inexplicable sense of guilt, so she added another sentence: “The Lin Clan Head of Kunlun Mountain sent her to visit the mountain. She’ll leave in a few days.”

Immediately after speaking, she regretted it even more. Why was she feeling guilty? Why was she explaining? This Purple Bamboo Forest was her territory in the first place, and she could bring anyone back she wanted.

However, this emotion only lasted for a moment before she was confronted with another problem.

Where should Lin Qinglu stay?

Lin Yumo had been used to her freedom since childhood and had no habit of sharing a bed with others.

Other than when she was very young, in all these years, she had only shared a room with Mu Xuewei that one time, and she had been drenched with water.

Mu Xuewei spoke up voluntarily, “Senior Sister, why not let her stay with me?”

Lin Yumo was about to agree, but someone else beat her to it. “No, no.”

Lin Qinglu immediately hugged Lin Yumo. She faced Mu Xuewei and said, “I want my older sister.”

Lin Yumo also felt a bit awkward. In her eyes, Mu Xuewei at this age was pretty and gentle, and occasionally thoughtful and caring—she was good in every way.

Taking care of a little girl would surely be easy for her.

After some thought, she still felt it was best for Lin Qinglu to stay with Mu Xuewei.

Besides, she didn’t know how to face this half-sister…

She quietly slipped out of Lin Qinglu’s embrace and cleared her throat, “Go stay with Sister Mu. My bed is too small for two people.”

“Be good.”

Mu Xuewei curled up her lips, took Lin Qinglu’s hand, subtly pulled her over, and led her back to her own room.

Once in the room, the two stared at each other, both standing on the floor.

Lin Qinglu pouted and said angrily, “You’re a bad woman.”

Mu Xuewei looked at her, remaining silent, but the corners of her mouth slightly curved, showing a hint of smugness.

“You deliberately didn’t let me sleep with my sister.”

“She is my Senior Sister. Of course, I don’t want to hand her over to someone else,” Mu Xuewei’s voice was no longer as gentle as before, but a bit cold.

Now that her goal was achieved, she naturally wouldn’t bother to keep up the pretense.

“She’s my biological sister. How can a Senior Sister be as close as a biological sister?”

Mu Xuewei frowned slightly.

Lin Qinglu’s words were truly offensive to her.

She had to admit that Lin Qinglu did share a blood relationship with her Senior Sister.

But besides her, there could never be a second woman who was as close to her Senior Sister as she was.

She moved closer to Lin Qinglu, bent down slightly, and leaned in, “I am a bad woman, you know. If you don’t go to sleep, I’ll secretly draw your tendons and strip your bones.”

“Ah—Bad woman! Bad woman!” Lin Qinglu complained as she climbed onto the bed, hoarding the blanket all to herself, leaving none for Mu Xuewei.

Mu Xuewei’s face was cold as she stared at Lin Qinglu curled up under the blanket. Seeing her dejected look for failing to sleep with her Senior Sister, she suddenly laughed out loud, feeling very pleased, and decided not to argue with her.

The next day, Mu Xuewei went to the Hall of Soaring Wind alone.

Today, the Third Elder, Xiao Tang, was the one presiding as the Class Head. She looked at Lin Yumo’s empty seat, her expression slightly changing, and her gaze shifted to Mu Xuewei, “Where is your Senior Sister?”

“She…”

“She has aching arms and legs again, doesn’t she!”

Xiao Tang snapped her book shut and threw it aside, a flare of anger in her heart. Lin Yumo had gained a bit of fame at the Sword Competition; her audacity had grown so much that she even dared to skip her class.

Shen Zhuli was so frightened she didn’t dare to look up. Her own esteemed Master was good in every way, except that she was too rigid and strict, which was why the disciples of Xuanling Mountain later gave her a nickname behind her back:

“The Exterminating Nun.”

Xiao Tang handed the book in her hand to Mu Xuewei. “Go back and tell your Senior Sister that if she doesn’t finish copying this entire book, she doesn’t need to call me Third Master anymore!”

“Yes.”

As soon as class was dismissed, Mu Xuewei headed towards the Purple Bamboo Forest. At the same time, Shen Zhuli also followed in the direction of the Purple Bamboo Forest. She had heard that someone had been sent from Kunlun Mountain for a mountain visit, and that person’s relationship with Lin Yumo was anything but ordinary.

The moment she stepped through the gate of the Purple Bamboo Forest, she saw Lin Yumo playing chess with Lin Qinglu.

Lin Yumo held the black pieces, seriously calculating where to place her next move.

Although Lin Yumo was terrible at chess, she wasn’t so bad that she couldn’t win against a little girl.

Mu Xuewei’s expression subtly changed. She sat down at a nearby table, watching the chessboard from a distance, feeling a bit of jealousy.

Shen Zhuli, acting like she was watching a show, walked around the Purple Bamboo Forest, then brought a plate of washed grapes and placed it in front of Mu Xuewei. She picked one up, and before even putting it in her mouth, she commented, “These grapes are so sweet—”

Mu Xuewei sat by the table, resting her chin on her hand, and looked coldly at Lin Qinglu.

Shen Zhuli chewed a grape, then turned her gaze to Mu Xuewei sitting next to her, and couldn’t help but say provocatively, “Little Sister Mu, your Senior Sister has another younger sister outside.”

She picked up another grape from the plate and threw it into her mouth. Feeling her previous words weren’t stimulating enough, she added, “Oops, I misspoke. Not outside, she’s already brought her back to the Purple Bamboo Forest—”

Mu Xuewei’s fingers twitched. She withdrew her gaze from the distance, rested her head on her hand, and leisurely spoke, “Does Sister Shen know who gifted the sword tassel on my Master’s Jade Bamboo Sword?”

“Who… who is it?” Shen Zhuli’s mouth stiffened, unable to smile. Suddenly, the grape in her mouth didn’t taste sweet anymore.

“I heard it was gifted by the Kunlun Mountain’s Sword Guarding Elder, Ji Nangui,” Mu Xuewei curved her lips and pulled the plate of grapes towards herself. “I see my Master has been wearing that sword tassel all along. Perhaps that tassel is even older than you.”

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