My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 23

In the dim morning light, Lin Yumo changed into dry clothes and walked out of the room, letting out a sneeze.

Guarding all night, she still caught a bit of a cold.

“Senior Sister,” Mu Xuewei called out.

Her eyes were a little swollen; it seemed she had cried for a long time last night and hadn’t recovered all night.

Lin Yumo felt a little guilty, lowered her head, and busied herself with the rice in her bowl.

“Senior Sister, I have something I want to give you.” Mu Xuewei took out a hair tie from behind her and placed it on the table, pushing it towards Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo looked at the clear words on the hair tie: “The Great Dao Has Feelings.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking at Mu Xuewei.

What did she mean? She knew Lin Yumo cultivated the Dao of Ruthlessness, yet she still gave her a hair tie with such words.

Mu Xuewei explained, “I know Senior Sister cultivates the Dao of Ruthlessness, but I believe that without personal affection, there is great love; seeing all things and loving all beings, hence it is called the Dao of Ruthlessness.”

“Thus, the Great Dao Has Feelings.”

Lin Yumo pondered for a moment, then curved her lips, gracefully taking a sip of pear blossom wine. The wine’s fragrance lingered, finally emerging in the youth’s words, “But I believe, if the heavens had feelings, the heavens would age; if the moon had feelings, the moon would remain full. Both love and hate are terrifying, so purifying the six senses and entering the realm of void clarity is the Dao.”

The two looked at each other. This was their first clash of ideologies, and it was the first time Lin Yumo had seen such a resolute and composed Mu Xuewei, unlike her soft and docile demeanor from the previous day.

After a moment of silence, Mu Xuewei was the first to give in, taking back the hair tie. “If Senior Sister doesn’t want it, then so be it.”

She made to take the hair tie away.

“I didn’t say I didn’t want it.”

Lin Yumo’s hand pressed down on Mu Xuewei’s hand, which was pulling the hair tie. She stood up and moved closer to Mu Xuewei, lowering her head. Her ponytail’s end, tied in a braid, slid along her shoulder and neck, carrying a hint of youthful rebelliousness.

“Would you mind tying it for me?”

Mu Xuewei didn’t move; instead, she gazed steadily at Lin Yumo, her eyes scanning from Lin Yumo’s hairstyle down to her face, then from her arm downwards, finally resting on Lin Yumo’s hand pressing hers—slender and fair, without the roughness of someone who practiced sword fighting year-round.

Cough.

Lin Yumo suddenly realized something was amiss, quickly withdrew her hand, put it behind her back, and lowered her gaze, not daring to look at her.

The hair tie was fastened by Mu Xuewei herself.

Mu Xuewei’s hand gently brushed the end of the hair tie, slowly letting it fall onto Lin Yumo’s shoulder and neck, then softly said, “There, it’s done.”

…

Today’s lecture hall not only had disciples from Xuanling Mountain but also Lin Qinglu, who had come from Kunlun Mountain to pay her respects.

She had gone to bed early last night and slept soundly, so she was energetic today.

She sat next to Lin Yumo, flipping through scrolls for a while, then fiddling with an inkstone for another, always restless.

When she occasionally got bored, she would lean on Lin Yumo and play with her own hair, though she’d feel uncomfortable all over, as there would always be a chilling glare fixed on her.

Xiao Tang walked over, holding a book, and stood in front of Lin Yumo’s desk, reading aloud.

Her wide sleeves hung down. Lin Qinglu stared at them, lost in thought, then suddenly, an idea struck her. She immediately picked up her brush and ink and began drawing patterns on the black outer robe’s white sleeve.

Lin Yumo lost herself for a moment, her eyelid twitching. This Lin Qinglu was truly her ancestor.

Oh no.

Lin Qinglu, you’re doomed.

Of all people to provoke, she had to provoke the Third Master! Nothing good would come of this!

Xiao Tang indeed turned around with a cold face, her gaze shifting from Lin Yumo to Lin Qinglu, with an aura that could flay someone alive.

Lin Yumo moved a little to the side, thinking of quickly dissociating herself. She had already copied books all night; if she had to copy again, her hand would really be ruined.

Her hand was meant for practicing the sword; copying books was absolutely impossible for her.

Xiao Tang’s fingertip tapped Lin Qinglu’s brow, gently pushing her. Her usually cold voice seemed to carry a hint of humanity, “Don’t mess around.”

Lin Yumo repeatedly savored the Third Master’s words.

Don’t mess around, don’t mess around.

After confirming that these words indeed came from the Third Master, she looked out of the Chongfeng Hall.

The sun hadn’t risen from the west, had it?

Not only was she surprised, but even the disciples in Chongfeng Hall were astonished.

“Abbess Miejue” actually spoke in such a tone…

“Abbess Miejue” actually smiled…

It felt like “Abbess Miejue” was so fond of children! What to do! I want to possess Lin Qinglu…

Master Xiao, I want your doting too…

Lin Yumo looked at Xiao Tang again, but met Xiao Tang’s sharp gaze. She suddenly lowered her head, quickly righting the inverted book in her hand, and gave an awkward smile.

It’s none of my business, it’s none of my business.

Xiao Tang gave her a cold glance, not bothering with her.

Lin Yumo pulled out several talismans and the sheepskin scroll from her Qiankun bag, studying them carefully.

The sheepskin scroll depicted an ancient tree, which appeared to be dead.

Lin Yumo suddenly remembered that she had once collected a reference book on demon script, but…

She thought to herself, hoping it wasn’t used to prop up a table leg.

…

After class, Lin Yumo headed towards the purple bamboo forest.

Originally, her mind was occupied with the sheepskin scroll, but as she walked, she felt that the disciples of Xuanling Mountain were all acting strangely today.

They all seemed to look at her, and even as they passed by, they couldn’t help but look back twice, then curl their lips, and turn away to smile.

Whenever she looked back at them, they immediately straightened up, pretending nothing had happened, forcefully suppressing their smiles.

At first, she thought they were looking at Mu Xuewei, after all, Miss Mu was indeed very beautiful, and it was understandable that she had many admirers.

It wasn’t until she tried looking back multiple times that she confirmed they were indeed looking at her.

Lin Yumo found it strange, but couldn’t pinpoint why, until she returned to the purple bamboo forest with this curiosity, entered her room, and inadvertently glanced in the mirror.

She… didn’t… didn’t see wrong, did she?

Her hair tie was…

…tied into a bow…

No wonder those disciples wanted to laugh at her today!

She almost stuck to the mirror, carefully confirming it was indeed a bow, then indignantly pulled off the hair tie.

Mu Xuewei!

Was it really necessary to embarrass her like this just because they had a disagreement in their philosophical discussion? Her dignity, her face, had all been lost because of this “Great Dao Has Feelings” bow hair tie!

She slapped the hair tie on the table, intending to go confront Mu Xuewei, but in an instant, her straight back slumped.

Priorities, priorities.

In a flurry of commotion, she pulled out a book with no cover.

The writing on it was purple, as messy as talismans, but slightly shorter than talismans.

When she opened the first page, she was choked by a puff of dust, coughing uncontrollably.

She shook off the dust, then, enduring the discomfort in her throat, painstakingly compared each character.

“Withered Sky-Reaching Tree: When one tree withers, all trees wither. It is refined by borrowing (yin energy) from withered trees. After completion, its power can slay a hundred immortals.”

Lin Yumo squinted, pondering. No wonder the demon race appeared beyond Shili Langdang. That burial ground had extremely heavy yin energy; refining the Withered Sky-Reaching Tree there perfectly aligned with the timing, location, and human factors that the demon race occupied.

However, if she went, they wouldn’t have the human factor on their side.

“Kunwu,” Lin Yumo softly called out. She had to go to the burial ground again, as she didn’t believe the demon race had only refined one Withered Sky-Reaching Tree.

Lin Yumo pushed open the window, peeking through the gap, and, seeing no one in the courtyard, sprinted down the mountain.

The burial ground was shrouded in mist during the day, with miasma everywhere, but she could walk through it unaffected, except for somewhat blurred vision.

As she delved deeper, the surroundings grew darker and darker. Suddenly, a grayish-yellow vine appeared before Lin Yumo, lashing out at her.

Lin Yumo, who had been a little downcast, suddenly perked up. She leaned back, and with a somersault, dodged the attack.

She drew her sword, slashing at the vine. A silvery flash appeared before her eyes, and a silver scimitar plunged down towards Lin Yumo.

At the same time, thousands of transparent threads scattered around Lin Yumo, blending into the mist, making it difficult to see clearly.

Lin Yumo blocked the scimitar but couldn’t help but retreat a step. To steady herself, she had to land in the milky way-like threads. She maintained her original posture, her arms suspended in the air, not daring to move.

It seemed the demon clan on the other side was merely lying in wait, their goal being to kill her.

However, at this moment, their combined strength seemed a bit too weak.

Now, she truly felt that her Master’s words were correct. Before absolute strength, all conspiracies and schemes were futile.

Her body leaned slightly forward, and a silver thread at her neck cut her skin. She leaned back a bit, looking down at the silver thread that was now clearly visible due to the blood. She twisted the Kunwu Sword in her hand, hooking the silver thread and pulling it towards herself.

All the silver threads around her wrapped around the Kunwu Sword. She flicked the Kunwu Sword, and the threads snapped, scattering softly onto the ground. The blood-stained silver thread left a faint bloodstain on the Kunwu Sword.

“You are strong,” the person with the scimitar said, “but you are too righteous, not despicable enough.”

Lin Yumo frowned, wiping the blood from her neck.

She was originally a person of the righteous path; how could she be as despicable as them?

Suddenly, her hand gripping the sword trembled.

Damn it.

The thread was poisoned.

Damn it.

“Today, I will use you as nourishment for the Withered Sky-Reaching Tree I’m refining.”

The person’s scimitar thrust towards Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo’s spiritual power was obstructed, but it was still enough to deal with them.

With a flash of the Kunwu Sword, the two people in front of her had their throats slit, with clean cuts.

Lin Yumo propped herself up with her sword, kneeling on the ground, her vision blurry, then she slumped down.

It’s over; I can’t get out.

Reborn into this life, she hadn’t lived enough yet.

…

Deep night, a figure slowly emerged from the burial ground, clad in a voluminous cloak, with glimpses of a white skirt peeking out with each step.

Her figure was somewhat frail as she walked alone deeper into the burial ground.

The deeper she went, the more dead trees there were, and just by looking at the marks on the tree trunks, one could tell they were man-made.

A scimitar thrust towards her, but she caught it between two fingers, then it shattered into iron pieces.

“You, who are you?” The person’s voice trembled as she asked, “How did you find this place?”

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