My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 30

Qiu Ruixi leaped onto the back of the Azure-tailed Golden Scorpion, “You’re alone. Dare you challenge the Golden Scorpion and me?”

Mu Li took a prescription from his sleeve, “Care for a trade?”

“I’m listening—” Qiu Ruixi reclined lazily on the Golden Scorpion’s back.

“The prescription you desire.”

Qiu Ruixi gently tapped the Golden Scorpion’s back with her flute and shook her head, “Not enough.”

Mu Li waved his hand, and the prescription, shrouded in a red glow, flew towards Qiu Ruixi.

“I can help you find the medicinal ingredients listed on it.” Mu Li stood with his hands behind his back, “Nothing more.”

Qiu Ruixi’s gaze swept over the alchemical formula, suddenly pausing, and she immediately sat upright, “Is your word true?”

“It is.”

“Good—” Qiu Ruixi smiled contentedly. Her curved saber tapped the Golden Scorpion’s back twice, “Let’s go, we’re heading back to Jiu Yuan.”

The Azure-tailed Golden Scorpion seemed to understand her words, launching its massive body, and vanished in a few bounds.

Lin Yumo struggled to her feet, limping to shield Mu Xuewei behind her, on guard against Mu Li.

She found it strange all along; Mu Li had tried to kill them last time, yet this time, he was willing to let them go, even trading with that Demoness for their sake.

No matter how she looked at it, something was off. Mu Li was a demon, and that woman just now was also a demon. Could the rumor of internal strife among the Demon race be true?

And who was the person from the Ming family he mentioned?

Mu Li turned, first glancing at Mu Xuewei before settling his gaze on Lin Yumo, watching her for a long time, as if he had something to say but held back.

It was Lin Yumo who spoke first, “Thank you…”

Mu Li’s somewhat serious expression suddenly cracked. He smiled seductively, returning to his usual charming self, “Next time we meet, remember to call me ‘Little Auntie’.”

Pffft—

Thankfully, she hadn’t been drinking water, or Lin Yumo would surely have spat it out.

Just… suddenly getting a ‘Little Auntie’? No, that… that wouldn’t be appropriate.

Leaving aside the fact that they weren’t related, just considering their status, the Immortal and Demon races were sworn enemies, weren’t they?

Mu Li didn’t give Lin Yumo time to react. He casually tore off his silver armor with one hand, tucked it under his arm, and disappeared from her sight.

…

Is it over…

Lin Yumo sighed, “Let’s go.”

She leaned on her sword, limping towards Li Shuangxing, and checked his breathing. He wasn’t dead.

“Junior Sister, come and help me support him. We need to take him back.” Lin Yumo, alone and with an injured leg, found it incredibly hard to carry Li Shuangxing.

“Lin Yumo,” Mu Xuewei suddenly spoke.

Her voice was calm, yet it was like a waterfall cascading from a ten-thousand-meter high mountain, turbulent and powerful, stirring up a thousand-meter wave in Lin Yumo’s heart.

This was the first time Mu Xuewei had called her by her full name.

She looked up at Mu Xuewei, somewhat confused, the hand supporting Li Shuangxing feeling weak.

“Instead of pitying a man, why don’t you pity me?”

Lin Yumo didn’t grasp the meaning of her words, but right now, the priority was to bring Li Shuangxing back, so he wouldn’t die here.

She struggled to pull Li Shuangxing, “If you don’t come and help, he’ll die right here.”

“But I… I’m also about to die here…” Mu Xuewei’s voice grew faint, and the hand gripping the tree gradually lost strength.

Lin Yumo looked up again, and Mu Xuewei’s figure was already swaying precariously.

“Mu Xuewei!” She couldn’t think. Letting go of Li Shuangxing, she limped towards Mu Xuewei, only having time to whisper in her heart: Sorry, Senior Brother.

She let Li Shuangxing stumble and fall, reaching out to embrace Mu Xuewei. She became a human cushion, her back slamming hard against the ground, the pain forcing a muffled groan from her.

She checked Mu Xuewei’s pulse, her expression frantic, cold sweat dripping from her forehead.

It wasn’t poisoning. There were no signs of poisoning at all.

Don’t scare me, Mu Xuewei.

You are the future Demon Venerable; you can’t possibly die easily…

Lin Yumo’s wrist trembled uncontrollably. She channeled her spiritual power into Mu Xuewei’s body.

Mu Xuewei, I haven’t even had a chance to kill you yet. You are not allowed to die.

The sky poured down a drizzly rain, soaking Lin Yumo’s hair. Her high ponytail, drenched by the rain, hung down heavily, the wet ends resting on her shoulders. Dragging her damaged leg, she held Mu Xuewei in the cold rain and walked for a very long time.

Even after the rain stopped, she still hadn’t crossed the threshold into Qingzhou City.

Just one step away from the city gate, she collapsed.

As she fell, she still protected Mu Xuewei’s head.

…

“Yumo…”

“Senior Sister Lin?”

“Junior Sister?”

Lin Yumo, in a daze, heard someone calling her. She half-closed her eyes, shielding them from the light that suddenly shone over her.

Her mind suddenly went blank. She carefully recalled the last drops of rain.

Suddenly, she struggled to sit up, her voice urgent as she asked, “Where is my Junior Sister?”

Wei Qingyi said, “She hasn’t woken up yet. She’s in the next room.”

Lin Yumo put on her shoes and anxiously tried to stand up, but “thump”—she fell to her knees. Pain instantly spread throughout her body, leaving her numb.

“Slow down! Your leg isn’t healed yet!”

“I’m fine.” She called out, “Kunwu.”

The Kunwu sword was clutched in her hand, supporting her on the ground, serving as a crutch as she walked step by step toward Mu Xuewei’s room.

Pushing the door open, Xiao Tang was sitting on the bed, looking toward the doorway.

“Third Master.” Lin Yumo supported herself on the door frame, bowing slightly, “I humbly request Third Master…”

“I know what you mean. It’s not that I won’t save her, but she’s forcibly suppressed her Demon Meridian and entered a realm of illusion, unwilling to wake up.”

Lin Yumo limped over, step by step, and knelt beside Mu Xuewei’s bed, “Third Master, there is a Dream Entry Technique at Xuan Ling Mountain, isn’t there?”

“There is not.” Xiao Tang looked up at Lin Yumo, meeting her eyes. She suddenly realized what Lin Yumo was referring to and emphasized again, “Xuan Ling Mountain does not have a Dream Entry Technique.”

Lin Yumo retorted, “Yumo was never interested in the books she should have studied since childhood, but she read every one of the books she shouldn’t. I saw the method for entering dreams in the library archive.”

“That is a Forbidden Art! If it fails, you will die with her!” Xiao Tang’s expression darkened, “Furthermore, she shouldn’t be alive… even if you save her, the Seven Immortal Families will not allow her existence.”

“Third Master,” Lin Yumo suddenly knelt on the ground, “Yumo knows that you must have clearly understood my Junior Sister’s identity. I still implore you to keep it a secret—from my Master, from everyone at Xuan Ling Mountain, and also… the Hundred Immortal Sects, please?”

“Lin Yumo! This is her destiny!” Xiao Tang harshly rebuked.

“But she is my destiny!” Lin Yumo blurted out.

She didn’t think about this sentence, nor did she consider whether it should be said. Instead, it was an instinctive rebuttal: Mu Xuewei, to her, was her destiny!

“I promise, she will never harm anyone.” Lin Yumo raised three fingers, making a solemn oath, “I promise.”

“Lin Yumo! You must be clear about the consequences!” Xiao Tang bent down slightly, frowning as she looked at Lin Yumo. Her voice was suppressed with anger, “She is of the Demon race! My prolonging her life until now is already an act of benevolence!”

“Your Master treasures you the most among her disciples. If you perish inside, what will she do?”

As she spoke, she was about to stand up and walk out.

“Third Master!” Lin Yumo grabbed the hem of her robe. Her body was pulled by the movement, and she fell, kneeling at Xiao Tang’s feet, “Third Master, I know that when I was young, you made an exception for me, broke the rules, and saved my life, preventing me from succumbing to internal demons.”

“Yumo has no way to repay that favor.”

“I know that asking Third Master to keep my Junior Sister’s identity a secret violates the rules, but consider it Yumo begging you. I absolutely will not let her return to the Demon race.”

Xiao Tang turned her back, making the expression on her face indiscernible, “Lin Yumo, think clearly. That is a Forbidden Art! It can cost your life!”

“Yumo is perfectly clear,” Lin Yumo straightened her back, pressing her hands together in front of her, ready to kowtow to Xiao Tang, but Xiao Tang stopped her abruptly.

Xiao Tang withdrew her hand and sighed, resignedly saying, “The cycle of cause and effect—you bear today’s consequence yourself.”

“Thank you, Third Master.”

…

Lin Yumo stood up, stumbling as she walked toward Mu Xuewei.

At this moment, she felt somewhat fortunate that in her previous life, she was still in the stage of being uneducated during this time. She hadn’t read many proper books, but she had read quite a few unconventional ones.

She raised her hand and lit an incense stick. If the incense burned out, they would never be able to leave.

The pear blossom tree outside the courtyard had withered again. White petals drifted down, twirling with the wind.

Lin Yumo knew she shouldn’t save her.

But she wanted to save her.

She channeled her spiritual power, forcefully drawing out a fragment of her soul, and entered Mu Xuewei’s Sea of Consciousness.

…

It was a world of ice and snow, white everywhere. Lin Yumo walked a few steps forward.

Faint footsteps sounded behind her. She turned her head, and what met her eyes was a beautiful woman.

Clad in white, with three thousand silver hairs flowing freely, a hint of sadness lingered between her brows. She had the appearance of a Bodhisattva, yet in those gray eyes, there were not the lives of all beings, only one person who fell into her sight.

Lin Yumo followed her gaze.

A woman in green robes sat on a white jade platform, her hands and feet wrapped in heavy chains. She was looking down, meticulously grinding an extremely thin ice blade in her hands.

It was… it was herself.

Before Lin Yumo could turn around, the scene before her had already changed.

“Lin Yumo” lay completely in the snow, the cut mark on her neck from the ice blade still continuously gushing blood.

Mu Xuewei picked up the ice blade that had fallen to the ground and slowly brought it close to her own wrist.

“No!” Lin Yumo reached out to grab her wrist, but only grasped emptiness. Her fingertips brushed past Mu Xuewei’s wrist but passed right through, without any physical sensation.

The thin, wafer-like ice shard left a red mark on the fair wrist, and blood streamed out continuously.

Mu Xuewei leaned into “Lin Yumo’s” embrace, taking her hand. The blood from her wrist, like a red thread, wrapped around both their wrists, signaling the outcome of their previous life.

Lin Yumo felt the icy coldness and pain on her wrist. This was the connected sensation brought by the Forbidden Art. So, slitting one’s wrist hurt like this…

In her previous life, she was completely unaware that Mu Xuewei had…

…had actually taken her own life for her.

Before Lin Yumo could react, suddenly, the world fell silent, and the illusion shattered.

The azure sky turned purple. The entire Xuan Ling Mountain’s atmosphere shifted. A strong smell of blood permeated the air. Xuan Ling Mountain was engulfed in flames, shrouded in black smoke.

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