My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 25.2

After hearing Mu Li’s words, she understood. It turned out Mu Li was attracted to her mother’s looks.

Lin Yumo leaned back, trying to avoid getting too close to this crazy woman.

She suddenly pulled out a curved knife from her Qiankun Bag (Cosmic Bag) and held it up to her face, “You… if you come any closer, I will disfigure myself!”

She mimicked the gesture of a young lady in a play, the kind of scene where she would rather die than submit.

Mu Li covered her mouth and chuckled, then stood up, a smile on her lips, looking down at Lin Yumo, “Go on, scratch yourself—”

Holy cow.

This enchantress is impervious to both soft and hard tactics.

Suddenly, Lin Yumo’s hand trembled, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Mu Li said, “Are you hot?”

If she hadn’t mentioned it, Lin Yumo wouldn’t have noticed. Now that she brought it up, Lin Yumo truly felt a dry mouth and tongue, and her body was weak.

Even though she was inexperienced, she knew what this feeling was.

She looked up at Mu Li, her eyes bloodshot, “Aphrodisiac poison?”

Mu Li didn’t answer her. Instead, a small mirror appeared in her hand, and she checked her reflection.

Her fingertip traced the three demon marks, lingering on the last one for a long time, murmuring, “Xu Mo.”

She gave a self-mocking smile, withdrew her hand, still seeming a little unsatisfied as she raised it.

“Senior Sister—”

A gentle voice broke the silence outside the door.

Listening to the footsteps outside, they were approaching the doorway.

“Don’t come in! It’s the Aphrodisiac Poison—” Lin Yumo braced her hands on the ground, struggling to shout outwards.

“Bang—” A white longsword broke through the door, sliced off a strand of Mu Li’s black hair, and plunged straight into the canopy frame above the couch, shattering the couch into pieces.

A white figure stepped into the flying red silks. The wide sleeves fluttered with the wind, and the white ribbon tied to her hair end scattered, drifting past Lin Yumo’s eyes.

Lin Yumo wanted to reach out and catch it, but she was a beat too slow. The white ribbon brushed past her fingertips and was caught by Mu Li.

Mu Li squinted her eyes, looking at Lin Yumo with a mocking gaze, a little jealous, and asked, “Your lover?”

Lin Yumo: ?

She shook her head, then nodded, then shook her head again.

Mu Li put away her seductive demeanor, her expression turning cold. Her patience seemed to have run out. A fire ignited on her fingertip, burning the hair ribbon completely.

The Jìmie Lún (Wheel of Annihilation) in her hand spun in the air, heading towards Mu Xuewei.

“Ruin my good time!”

The circular blade, radiating red light, approached Mu Xuewei. After several blocks, Yǎngshān Xuě (Mountain-Gazing Snow) was visibly struggling to keep up.

Mu Xuewei assessed the person in front of her. In the sixty years she was back in Nine Abyss Shā Yù (Fiend Prison), she had never seen such a person.

But she had seen the Jìmie Lún in her hand during the battlefield cleanup after subduing the Demon Clan.

This suggested that this woman, most likely, had died by then.

The circular blade of the Jìmie Lún grazed the edge of Yǎngshān Xuě. With each collision, Mu Xuewei clearly couldn’t sustain the defense.

Mu Xuewei’s longsword was struck to the ground. Her grey pupils turned slightly red, and her hair scattered. Her mouth was full of blood, which flowed out as she spoke.

“Yǎngshān Xuě, come—!”

A fierce wind suddenly rose, instantly extinguishing the candlelight and swirling up part of the ceiling beams. The grey vortex, carrying wood shavings, rushed towards Mu Li.

Mu Li held the Jìmie Lún in her hand, laughing coldly, “Had enough fun—”

Her feet landed on the ground, her five fingers slightly spread. The Jìmie Lún flying in the air grazed the wall and flew towards Mu Xuewei again, this time with a layer of Nine Heavens Fire added to the circular wheel.

The hurricane that had swept up to the ceiling was torn apart in the middle, heading straight for Mu Xuewei.

The circular wheel spun on Yǎngshān Xuě, striking out a few sparks.

Finally, Mu Xuewei spat out a mouthful of blood, crashing into a wooden pillar and heavily falling to the ground.

Lin Yumo’s hand reached into her Qiankun Bag, tightly gripping a bottle of medicine.

She had been lucky enough to be reborn; she didn’t want to die.

If she died, what about Mount Xuanling?

And Mu Xuewei.

She had to get her out safely.

She sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, opened the medicine bottle, and poured the pills into her mouth.

Mu Li held the Jìmie Lún, taking one step after another to close in on Mu Xuewei. The bloodstains on the circular wheel converged at the center, hung there for a long time, and finally dripped down.

Lin Yumo struggled to stand up, shouting with a torn throat:

“Get away from her—”

“Now!”

The Kunwu Sword flashed past Mu Li’s face, slightly off-target, slicing an opening in her third demon mark on her cheek. Blood dripped from the wound.

Mu Li raised her hand to touch the wound, a flash of killing intent in her eyes, which was immediately replaced by a wicked playfulness. She slowly turned around to look at Lin Yumo, who was slowly getting up. In the blink of an eye, she was already in front of Lin Yumo, grasping her neck, “Who do you think you are!”

She increased the force in her hand, causing the veins on Lin Yumo’s forehead to bulge. Under this pressure, she found it hard to breathe.

“If this face is to be hurt, only Xu Mo can hurt it!”

“If it weren’t for your name, you would have died a thousand times already.”

A silver light flashed on Lin Yumo’s fingertips. The Kunwu Sword, which was stuck in the floor, continuously vibrated, trying to break free from the floor.

Lin Yumo trembled all over, her neck squeezed so tightly that breathing became difficult. Cold sweat kept dripping down her forehead.

Mu Xuewei was lying on the ground, crawling to reach Yǎngshān Xuě. She murmured, “Lin Yumo… you must not die…”

This concern was not heard by Lin Yumo, but Mu Li caught it.

She was stunned, and the force in her hand loosened slightly.

Lin Yumo. Lin Yumo.

Tears welled up in Mu Li’s eyes. She didn’t notice the Kunwu Sword rushing towards her.

With a flick of Lin Yumo’s finger, the Kunwu Sword burst out of the floor. The blade spun and slashed at Mu Li, severing half of the arm that was gripping Lin Yumo.

Losing an arm, Mu Li’s center of gravity shifted, and she fell to her knees.

Lin Yumo dropped to the ground, panting heavily. She waved her hand, and several talismans flew towards Mu Li, hovering around her in circles, trapping Mu Li inside.

“Go.” She forced herself to stand up, picked up Mu Xuewei, and stumbled out.

Mu Li was trapped in the talismans, her emotional eyes flashing with sadness.

No wonder she looked so much like Xu Mo. It turned out to be the child of an old friend.

Yu Mo, Yu Mo.

Why couldn’t it be Mu?

Lin Mu, Xu Mu, both sounded much better than Lin Yumo.

She let out a long breath, waved her hand casually, and the talismans shattered into pieces of paper, dissipating into the air.

“Senior Sister,”

“Hmm?”

“I’m… a little hot…”

“I know.”

She held Mu Xuewei tighter, sweat dripping from her forehead.

She regretted it so much. If she had known, she would have diligently learned the Ground Shrinking Talisman. Shrinking the ground by a thousand miles would have spared Mu Xuewei a lot of suffering.

Twilight was vast. The distant rosy glow and the brown ground formed a single line.

Lin Yumo walked into the inn and said sharply, “Bathtub, cold water.”

“Yes, yes.” The inn owner looked at the two people covered in blood, his heart filled with fear, not daring to delay in the slightest.

Lin Yumo undid Mu Xuewei’s clothes and submerged her in the cold water.

Mu Xuewei’s arms remained wrapped around Lin Yumo’s neck, refusing to let go.

Her pair of grey pupils were tinged with desire, and a faint blush colored her fair face. Her eyelashes were wet as she looked at Lin Yumo.

“Senior Sister, help me, okay…”

Her voice was weak, carrying a soft, lingering plea. Her arms pulled Lin Yumo down very low, and her thin lips kissed Lin Yumo’s neck.

The soft lips felt like an electric current, stimulating Lin Yumo and bringing her already blurred consciousness close to collapse.

One of her hands moved down Lin Yumo’s arm until it grasped Lin Yumo’s hand. She guided Lin Yumo’s hand into the cold water, sliding it up from between her legs.

The chill of the cold water brought Lin Yumo a moment of clarity.

No!

She must not take advantage of her!

Lin Yumo twisted her hand, gripping Mu Xuewei’s wrist, not allowing her to guide it further inward. She ruthlessly pulled the other arm from around her neck.

“Junior Sister.”

Lin Yumo called out, her vision blurred. She couldn’t clearly see Mu Xuewei’s appearance anymore. The poison had already taken effect when she was confronting Mu Li.

If it weren’t for the fact that she cultivated the Heartless Dao (Wúqíng Dào), forcefully suppressing the heat in her heart, she would be in a much worse state now.

She pulled Mu Xuewei’s arm away, moved behind Mu Xuewei, placed her hand on Mu Xuewei’s back, and transferred the cold energy from her body to Mu Xuewei, helping to suppress the aphrodisiac poison.

Her voice was hoarse and choked. Her exhales were hot, and she pleaded in a begging tone, “Junior Sister… don’t debase yourself… alright?”

Mu Xuewei pursed her lips, unable to stop the soft, whimpering sounds coming from her throat. She turned her head, but before she could look at Lin Yumo, Lin Yumo quickly stopped her.

“Don’t turn around!” Lin Yumo’s voice trembled, seeming to hint that she was crying, “I beg you!”

Mu Xuewei was obedient. Since her Senior Sister didn’t let her turn around, she wouldn’t. She was about seventy or eighty percent clear in her mind…

…It must be very embarrassing…

After a long struggle, Mu Xuewei finally fell into a deep sleep. Only then did Lin Yumo lift her out of the cold water, put her on the bed, cover her with the blanket, and then climb out the window.

She laboriously shook her head, pulled out her dagger, and cut a long wound across her palm, attempting to use the pain to keep herself conscious.

It wasn’t until she reached the Blockhouse Retreat outside the city that she spat out a mouthful of black blood, knelt on the ground, and screamed out loud.

She had consumed the Scarlet Sun Pill, relying on the medicine’s properties, which were completely contrary to her own energy, to forcefully stimulate the flow of her magical power internally.

And now, since she had passed on the majority of her Heartless Dao internal energy to Mu Xuewei, the backlash of the medicine could no longer be suppressed. It ran wildly and chaotically inside her, seeming to try and burst her blood vessels.

“Ah—” Lin Yumo couldn’t help but scream from the pain.

This scream startled the crows on the branches, who flapped their wings in fear and flew towards the depths of the dense forest.

Lin Yumo rolled on the ground.

Pain!

Pain, pain, pain, pain!

Pain—Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain!

She curled up on the ground, on one hand using the dagger to cut wounds in her palm to get through the attack of the aphrodisiac poison, and on the other hand scratching the ground with her fingertips, wearing down the skin of her fingertips.

Blood mixed with dust and grit. Sweat kept dripping from her forehead, soaking the hair at her temples.

She sometimes knelt, pressing her forehead against the loquat tree, sometimes curled up, struggling on the ground, and sometimes rolling and crawling on the floor.

Her clothes were already tattered from friction, with only scattered remnants hanging on her body.

Her exposed arms, legs, and waist were covered with self-inflicted bloody scratches.

Each scratch deepened from shallow to profound, raw and bloody. Each one looked extremely cruel, as if she were not hurting her own body, using full force.

The wounds were stained with dust and weeds from Lin Yumo’s struggles, making her look utterly defeated.

It hurts so much.

It hurts so much.

Mother, I hurt so much.

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes. Her throat was unable to make a sound from the prolonged screaming. She could only tremble her lips, enduring the double torment of the medicine’s backlash and the aphrodisiac poison.

Gradually, her consciousness became more and more blurred. The burning sensation in her body seemed to be fading. The meridians that had swelled due to the Scarlet Sun Pill’s backlash suddenly contracted, and even her breathing was about to stop.

She was in extreme pain, but she no longer had the strength to struggle. She could only lie lightly on the ground like a withered leaf, gazing blankly at the dark and blurry sky.

That feeling of near-death seemed to transport her back to Jingxue Peak in her previous life.

Ten thousand years of vastness transformed into a white dress, embroidered with luxurious silver threads in cloud patterns. Her three thousand silver hairs cascaded like a waterfall to her waist. White eyelashes were dusted with frost and snow, and her grey pupils were clear and bright. Without rouge or powder, her face was enough to capture anyone’s heart.

She’s truly beautiful…

From the first time she saw Mu Xuewei, she thought she was beautiful. Later, when she had silver hair, she was even more like the Snow Lotus of Kunlun Mountain—unattainable.

Such a beautiful person should not like Senior Brother.

She should like…

Me.

Lin Yumo didn’t know what she was thinking. Only the chill in her heart became more pervasive, and her eyelids grew heavier. Finally, after a struggle between the blazing heat and the extreme cold, a fragile balance was achieved.

Just like that, she lay in the cold wind for a whole night.

It wasn’t until the far horizon showed the pale light of dawn that Lin Yumo’s consciousness cleared up a bit. She sleepily rubbed her eyes, leaning on the nearby loquat tree to barely pull herself up.

She leaned her back against the loquat tree, propped up by the Kunwu Sword, and slightly tilted her head back, looking at the white sky, sucking in a cold breath.

Her spiritual power was blocked.

She stayed in the cold wind for a long time. When the numbness and pain on her body subsided, she limped towards the house.

The room was dim, with only faint light coming through the broken window. She took off her mud-stained clothes, briefly treated her wounds with white wine, and changed into a clean green robe. The collar of the robe was embroidered with silver bamboo patterns, simple and elegant.

Lin Yumo walked to a cabinet made of rosewood and stared at it for a long time.

In her memory, this rosewood cabinet originally had a portrait hanging on it. The portrait was of…

…A woman, wearing a light blue dress, composed and serene, aloof and refined. Her face…

Lin Yumo couldn’t remember clearly, but she was very beautiful, just as beautiful as Mu Xuewei.

Thinking of this, she was startled herself. She quickly patted her slightly hot face, haughtily brushed her sleeves twice, and walked outside.

The sun was up a little, and the sky was stained with orange light. Lin Yumo walked under the loquat tree, reached for the Kunwu Sword with one hand, but nearly stumbled and fell.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

She forgot that her spiritual power was blocked…

She stared at the Kunwu Sword for a long time, having mentally convinced herself many times: It’s my sword, it’s mine, it’s mine.

She gripped the hilt with both hands, laboriously pulling it out of the ground, and clipped it back onto her waist.

On the way back to the inn, she bought some pastries and snacks. Mu Xuewei should be waking up soon.

She reached the door of the room, her hand resting on the door frame suddenly paused. She looked at the few scars on her palm and frowned.

She took a cloth strip from her Qiankun Bag, wrapped it around her palm, tied a knot, and only then felt safe to push the door open.

Mu Xuewei heard the sound at the door. Her hand, which was tying her garment, paused. She lifted the light veil and peeked out towards the door.

“Senior Sister?”

“I bought some things. Get dressed and come down to eat.”

Seeing that Mu Xuewei was awake, Lin Yumo turned to leave, planning to find Li Shuangxing and Shen Zhuli to see how they were doing.

“Senior Sister, wait!”

Mu Xuewei called out to her, her voice tinged with a little grievance and a sob, “Senior Sister, my arm hurts…”

Lin Yumo was a little worried. She walked over, awkwardly lifted the light veil of the bed, and looked at her arm, “Don’t move around. Let me see.”

There was a very long wound on Mu Xuewei’s arm. The shallower parts had scabbed over, but the middle part was still bloody and raw.

Lin Yumo pursed her lips. This wound was too severe. How long would it take to heal? She shouldn’t have brought her out.

She took out the Golden Sore Medicine and carefully applied it to Mu Xuewei.

She wanted to check if Mu Xuewei had any other injuries, so she shifted her gaze upwards. Only then did she realize that Mu Xuewei was still half-undressed, with her dudou (undergarment) half-exposed.

The white dudou was embroidered with a light pink lotus flower, accentuating Mu Xuewei’s shapely figure for a moment.

Lin Yumo couldn’t help but sigh: After turning eighteen, Mu Xuewei had indeed grown more graceful. ※

Wait a minute!

The material of her dudou was lingluo jin (a type of silk brocade), wasn’t it?

The kind that cost several hundred taels of silver per bolt?

Holy cow.

She hadn’t seen lingluo jin in this lifetime.

“Senior Sister, what are you looking at?” Mu Xuewei suddenly asked.

Lin Yumo’s breathing paused for a moment. Without a word, she quickly tied the ribbon of Mu Xuewei’s inner garment before daring to meet Mu Xuewei’s light grey eyes.

It wasn’t that she was being rude, and it wasn’t that she wanted to look, it was… it was…

Lin Yumo’s face instantly turned red. She avoided Mu Xuewei’s gaze and said earnestly, “Can’t you… can’t you get dressed… before, before you talk next time?”

Mu Xuewei frowned slightly, somewhat confused, giving Lin Yumo a strange look.

“What’s wrong? Senior Sister… don’t like… me?” Mu Xuewei’s voice was very soft, trailing off the end of ‘don’t like’ for a long, long time before uttering the word ‘me’.

Almost simultaneously with Lin Yumo’s words.

“N-no, I…”

This wasn’t about whether she liked her or not. The main thing was, what kind of young lady talks to people without even tying her inner garment?

Lin Yumo turned her head, finding the situation somewhat amusing.

She didn’t explain further. She picked up the clothes lying nearby, spread them out, held them up behind Mu Xuewei, and said with a spoiled smile, “Young Lady Mu, hurry up and change your clothes.”