My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 3

She gently waved the dagger in front of Mu Xuewei’s eyes. Only after confirming that Mu Xuewei had not woken up did she breathe a sigh of relief and slowly place the dagger back into her Cosmos Bag.

She thought that the events of this life were already changing. For example, Mu Xuewei, who was originally a disciple of the Third Master, had now surprisingly become her junior sister.

So, if she could manage to change her, would the outcome be different?

But… those were the lives of thousands of fellow disciples on Xuanling Mountain. She could not gamble all of that for the sake of one young girl.

‘What if I told you… I didn’t slaughter the fellow disciples of Xuanling Mountain.’

‘Would you believe me?’

Mu Xuewei’s voice once again echoed in Lin Yumo’s mind.

Could her words be true? But she was already the Devil Venerable; there should be no need for her to lie to her.

Lin Yumo closed her eyes and turned her back, deciding not to think about it anymore. If some things couldn’t be figured out today, then she would think about them tomorrow.

After all, Mu Xuewei only fell into the demonic path at the age of twenty-five, and the one lying next to her now was just an innocent young girl, a mere kid. What was there to worry about?

However, if she discovered any signs of Mu Xuewei cultivating the demonic path, she would personally kill her and nip everything in the bud, she resolved.

Mu Xuewei slowly opened her eyes and stared at Lin Yumo’s slender neck, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Her gaze fell on her own yellowed sleeve cuff, and her fingers twitched slightly.

Before the Hundred Banners Assembly, she had already exchanged her clothing with a kitchen disciple for this outfit.

Although exchanging fine silk for this coarse, old cloth was a bit of a loss, it was worth it if it meant her Senior Sister would notice her.

…

The next morning, only a faint light had begun to dawn. Lin Yumo rose early, fumbling for something under her pillow.

In truth, she hadn’t slept all night.

After a long time, she pulled out two silver notes.

She looked at the sleeping Mu Xuewei, her eyes stirring slightly.

Mu Xuewei’s face was clean and fair. Perhaps because she was only seventeen, her face hadn’t fully matured yet, still carrying a hint of baby fat. She lay on her side, her yellow sleeve draped over the quilt, making her appear even more pitiful.

Lin Yumo sighed softly, lifted half the window to look around, and, confirming no one was about, quietly sneaked out.

She stood in the town at the foot of the mountain and stretched.

Although it was still dark, the people of Shili Langdang had already emerged early to set up their stalls.

Farmers carried their hoes, and vegetable sellers pushed their carts.

In her past life, she also often sneaked out of the mountain gate and loved to wander and play in Shili Langdang.

Today, however, she didn’t stroll idly as before but went straight to a tailor shop—the best tailor shop in Shili Langdang.

Unfortunately, it was still too early, and the tailor shop hadn’t opened yet.

It was the small stall set up in front of the shop that was calling out cheerfully.

“Miss Lin! An old customer! Fancy some almond brittle?”

The speaker was Chen, the shopkeeper of the candy stall.

At the mention of almond brittle, Lin Yumo’s eyes immediately lit up.

She loved sweets, but she didn’t like any other candy—only almond brittle.

As for why, she couldn’t say.

Vaguely, she remembered an incident in her childhood when she and her mother were in Qingzhou and encountered a small girl.

The little girl wore a sign that read, “Begging for money for a coffin.” She looked truly pitiful.

Lin Yumo accidentally tripped and fell right in front of the girl, tearing a hole in her fine clothes. But for a child as mischievous as her, falling and bumping was commonplace.

The little girl timidly pulled a piece of almond brittle wrapped in cowhide paper from her coarse cloth garment, dusted the dirt off Lin Yumo’s clothes, and handed the brittle to her mouth, asking, ‘Can Elder Sister stand up now?’

Her voice was soft and sweet.

Before Lin Yumo could get a good look at the girl’s face, she was called away by her mother, managing only to shove all the valuable jewelry she wore into the little girl’s hands.

Thinking back now, the combined worth of those accessories was enough for a coffin, and perhaps even enough for the little girl to establish herself.

She just didn’t know how the girl fared afterward.

Sadly, in her previous life, she was locked up by the great devil Mu Xuewei on Jingxue Peak for sixty years. For sixty years, she never tasted a single piece of almond brittle, nor a cup of pear blossom wine. Her life was a living hell.

And she did die.

“Miss Lin, how about buying some candy?” Shopkeeper Chen waved his hand in front of her.

Lin Yumo finally snapped back to reality. She took out the two silver notes from her waist and dazedly offered them to Shopkeeper Chen.

Shopkeeper Chen’s eyes instantly widened. He sold almond brittle, not expensive goods. He had probably never seen silver notes this large in his life and certainly couldn’t make change.

“This… this…”

Despite his words, Shopkeeper Chen’s hand involuntarily pinched the silver notes, pulling them towards himself. “Let, let go…”

“Squeak.” The door of the tailor shop opened.

Lin Yumo clenched the silver notes tightly and pulled them back with a yank. “Shopkeeper Chen, I’ll buy some later!”

She worried that if she spent the money on almond brittle, it wouldn’t be enough to buy the clothes later.

She entered the tailor shop and looked around at the racks.

Mu Xuewei was almost an adult now, so would she still grow taller? Should she buy something close-fitting or something a little larger?

She wasn’t quite sure.

I might as well buy two sets so she can alternate them.

Her eyes fell on a white garment in the middle. It was made of fine silk, with sleeves and a collar embroidered with light pink floral patterns, which would suit her well.

While the silk couldn’t compare to the best damask or brocade, it was certainly the best she could afford right now.

Whose fault is that? It’s Mu Xuewei’s own choice to come to Purple Bamboo Forest. Who doesn’t know that Purple Bamboo Forest is the poorest place on Xuanling Mountain?

It’s already good enough that I’m using my own monthly allowance to buy her clothes. Heaven knows how long I saved these two silver notes.

“Shopkeeper, please wrap up these two sets.” Lin Yumo handed the silver notes to the shopkeeper, still reluctantly clinging to them and unwilling to let go.

The shopkeeper forced a smile and exerted a hidden force on his hands, finally wrenching the silver notes from Lin Yumo’s grasp. He thought to himself: The young lady looks small, but she has quite a lot of strength.

He gestured towards the two finished garments and winked at a maid in the shop. “Wrap the clothes up for the young lady!”

As he spoke, he didn’t forget to hold the silver notes up to the sunlight to check for authenticity before carefully folding them and tucking them into his pocket.

Lin Yumo walked out of the tailor shop, carrying the clothes and looking at the few copper coins she had left instead of the two silver notes she started with. For a moment, she felt utterly cheated.

She couldn’t help but curse herself inwardly for being a fool.

Lin Yumo, Lin Yumo, what do you call this? Losing the lady and the army.

No, I don’t think that’s how the saying goes…

What was it again?

Forget it, I don’t like to read anyway…

“Miss Lin! Are you still buying the candy?” Shopkeeper Chen couldn’t help but ask, seeing Lin Yumo walk out with a dejected look.

Lin Yumo weighed the two copper coins in her hand. She wanted to buy it, but she genuinely couldn’t afford it now…

She reluctantly pulled her gaze away from the small stall and subconsciously swallowed. “Shopkeeper, I… I’ll buy it next time I come down the mountain…”

Shopkeeper Chen shook his head, sighed, took a small packet from under the almond brittle, and tossed it to Lin Yumo. “My wife just made a new batch. Take it back and try it.”

“Oh! Okay!” Lin Yumo smiled, caught the cowhide bag in her hand, and waved at the shopkeeper. “Shopkeeper, may your business flourish!”

Having offered her thanks, she happily walked toward the mountain.

…

The Purple Bamboo Forest was hidden behind Xuanling Mountain. The front mountain was already fully bright, but the lighting in the Purple Bamboo Forest was just the right amount of morning sun.

Just as she entered the door, Mu Xuewei woke up.

Mu Xuewei was lying on the bed, resting her head on one hand, looking half-awake and lazy, like a little white rabbit.

Lin Yumo tossed the clothes onto the bed, pushed them toward Mu Xuewei, and awkwardly mumbled, “These are new. Don’t wear that ragged outfit anymore. It’s so shabby that people will think our Purple Bamboo Forest is mistreating its disciples.”

“Senior Sister, you smell like an oil fritter.”

Lin Yumo raised an eyebrow, gave her a look, and seemed puzzled.

“Did Senior Sister specially go down the mountain to buy these clothes for me?”

“No.”

Lin Yumo replied, “I sneaked to Shili Langdang and just picked them up for you when I passed the front mountain.”

Xuanling Mountain did issue uniform Daoist robes, but the fabric was terrible—it was too rough to even use as a rag for wiping the floor because it didn’t absorb water well.

So, later, the Daoist robes became a mere formality. Disciples would wear them out of novelty, but there was no strict requirement.

Lin Yumo’s hand rested on the quilt and she casually patted it.

She had only taken the bowl away after the water spilled last night and didn’t dare to make any big movements for fear of waking Mu Xuewei.

It was June, and after a night, it was mostly dry, but still felt a bit damp.

She reached under the quilt, feeling the mattress underneath, which was also a little damp.

Suddenly, her hand froze, and her ears turned completely red.

She thought she had touched the great devil’s… that part.

She immediately withdrew her hand, turned her back, tightly closed her eyes, cleared her throat, and said to avoid the awkwardness, “When you’re done changing your clothes, remember to take the bedding out to air dry.”

“Understood.”

With those words, Lin Yumo stumbled and rushed out in three quick steps.

She patted her forehead, furious at herself.

Why did I run? That’s clearly my room! Besides… we are both women. Mu Xuewei has what I have!

She looked down at herself, and her ears turned even redder.

It seems…

We are not quite the same, huh.

Wait, what am I thinking?!

She sat on the steps, cross-legged, closed her eyes, and muttered the Heart Sutra of the Emotionless Path under her breath.

Li Shuangxing happened to walk out of the house and listened carefully for a long time before asking Lin Yumo, “What are you mumbling?”

“The Heart Sutra of the Emotionless Path.”

Li Shuangxing scratched his head, finding it strange. “Does the Heart Sutra of the Emotionless Path include the line, ‘Form is emptiness, emptiness is form’?”

“Ah? Ah!”

Lin Yumo laughed awkwardly, speechless for a moment.

She looked toward the door of her room. Mu Xuewei was coming out with the bedding, meticulously draping it over the rack, looking very much like a virtuous wife and loving mother.

Lin Yumo couldn’t help but inwardly complain: This great devil is simply a calamity.

…

The sun shone brightly, and the warm breeze rustled the bamboo leaves.

Wei Qingyi stood in the main house. “Bow to me and thank your master. Once you drink this tea, you are my disciple.”

Mu Xuewei knelt on the ground, holding the tea above her head, holding it very high, and respectfully called out, “Master.”

Li Shuangxing hurriedly rushed in, a gyrfalcon perched on his shoulder.

“Master, a letter from the main hall.”

Wei Qingyi took the tea and took a sip. “Read it.”

“A Butterfly Demon has appeared in Shili Langdang.”

A Butterfly Demon?

Since the previous Devil Venerable fell, the Demon Clan had been residing in the Nine Abyss Fiend Realm for nearly a century. Why would they suddenly appear now?

Wei Qingyi frowned and said, “Yumo, you’re always clamoring to go down the mountain. Today, I’ll give you the chance. You and your Senior Brother should go.”

“Okay.” Lin Yumo nodded.

“Master, I want to go too.” Mu Xuewei, who had been kneeling for the apprenticeship ceremony, raised her gray eyes and gently tugged at Wei Qingyi’s robe, a hint of pleading in her voice.

“Impossible.”

“Impossible.”

Wei Qingyi and Lin Yumo spoke almost simultaneously.

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