My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 31

Several disciples surrounded Mu Xuewei, clad in the robes of immortal orthodoxies, their swords all pointing at her.

Mu Xuewei stood on the steps of Mount Xuanling, beneath her lay the lives of thousands of disciples, her white clothes stained with blood, yet her eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty madness.

A sweep of the Unending Sword in her hand, and the overwhelming demonic energy sliced these disciples into bloody chunks, spreading them across the long stairs of Mount Xuanling.

Her ink-black hair turned silver from the roots, and her ice-cold gray eyes were subtly tinged with red.

Before Lin Yumo could see clearly, an invisible force kicked her in the abdomen, forcefully propelling her out of Mu Xuewei’s illusion.

She turned to look at the incense stick; half of it was already burned. The standing ashes suddenly snapped and fell to the ground, shattering into dust.

Lin Yumo felt the coppery sweetness in her throat and tried to forcefully suppress it, but couldn’t help spitting out blood.

She reached up to wipe her face; what streamed down were two lines of bloody tears.

Her ears felt like they were being pierced with pain. Fresh blood flowed out of her ear canals, dripped down her neck onto her collar, as vivid as plum blossoms.

Lin Yumo endured the pain, once again circulated her spiritual power, and forcibly sent her soul back into Mu Xuewei’s sea of consciousness.

…

In the illusion, white clouds rushed across the sky, and the bamboo forest was serene.

“Lin Yumo” was undergoing punishment, practicing sword moves in the bamboo forest, sometimes pointing left, sometimes poking right, occasionally raising a foot for a stance, and sometimes doing a sword flourish.

When the wind blew, two falling bamboo leaves also caught her attention. She extended her Kunwu Sword forward, steadily catching the falling leaf.

She slowly drew back her sword, her gaze fixed on the leaf resting on the blade.

“Lin Yumo!” Wei Qingyi’s voice called from inside the house.

“Lin Yumo”‘s hand trembled, and the bamboo leaf floated away, gently landing on the ground.

She didn’t dare turn back to look at her master’s face, immediately straightened her back, and swung her sword. The sword movements were sharp and clean, without any hesitation, presenting a serious demeanor.

The Kunwu Sword weaved through the bamboo forest, light and shadow danced on “Lin Yumo”‘s body. The young man’s sword flourish was like a shooting star, splendid and magnificent, leaving an indelible impression in the heart of the white-robed girl.

Lin Yumo stood still, searching for Mu Xuewei’s figure.

She looked at the room next to hers; separated by a door, she still knew that the occupant was probably not Mu Xuewei, but just her accumulated junk.

This was a scene from the previous life; Mu Xuewei had not come to the Purple Bamboo Forest but had become a disciple under Xiao Tang.

A feeling of emptiness flashed in her heart.

She looked farther away, in the corner by the main gate of the Purple Bamboo Forest, stood a woman.

The woman’s gray eyes kept tracing “Lin Yumo”‘s movements, lost in concentration.

Lin Yumo looked at the white-robed figure and smiled faintly. Was Mu Xuewei here to secretly learn the moves… at this time?

Lin Yumo thought, but before she could walk towards her, Mu Xuewei turned and left.

It wasn’t until dusk settled that Wei Qingyi finally let “Lin Yumo” off. The first thing the relieved “Lin Yumo” did was drink.

She took out the wine jar, with no mind for refinement, and poured the liquor directly down her throat. Only when the strong alcohol warmed her insides did she feel satisfied. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve and swaggered into the room.

She walked straight to the couch, tripped on the steps in front of the bed, and face-planted onto the bedding.

“Lin Yumo” was a little annoyed and heavily stomped the step. The step was fine, but her own knee twisted, and the pain made her roll around on the bed.

After tossing and turning, she grew tired, her eyes gradually closed, her breathing stabilized, but the flush on her face lingered.

Lin Yumo stood by, unable to suppress a slight curve of her lips. Watching herself was truly both awkward and amusing.

A soft “creak” sound, the door opened, and Mu Xuewei entered from outside, sitting down next to the sleeping “Lin Yumo.”

No way, had Mu Xuewei already harbored ill intentions and wanted to kill her at this time?

Lin Yumo furrowed her brows, staring intently at Mu Xuewei, afraid of missing any detail.

But then she saw Mu Xuewei lean down, gradually nearing the drunk “Lin Yumo.”

This… this doesn’t seem right…

Lin Yumo covered her mouth, her eyebrows still furrowed, yet a hint of anticipation showed in her eyes. Watching the two people in front of her, a sense of immorality arose in her heart. How did it feel like she was peeping?

Suddenly, Lin Yumo felt a warmth against her lips, and a delicate scent of pear blossoms filled her nostrils.

Lin Yumo’s face instantly turned red. No way, she could experience the physical sensation through the sensory connection…

Mu Xuewei, she… she, she, she, she, she…

How could she do such a… thing…

This was the first time she knew that Mu Xuewei had ill intentions towards her even in the previous life!

She, she, she…

The scene suddenly shook and distorted. Lin Yumo stumbled, nearly falling to the ground. When she looked up again, the image had returned to “Lin Yumo” practicing her sword.

Mu Xuewei stood in the corner outside the Purple Bamboo Forest, looking in the direction of “Lin Yumo.”

Her hand rested on the bamboo gate frame. Her white clothes were dull in color, and her figure looked frail.

Lin Yumo walked to her, stood beside her, and looked along her line of sight towards “Lin Yumo.”

This perspective was one of looking up.

The world suddenly darkened. “Lin Yumo” lay ungracefully on the bed, snoring loudly, completely oblivious to the surging love directed at her.

Mu Xuewei gently lifted “Lin Yumo”‘s chin and kissed her.

Lin Yumo pursed her lips, feeling the heart palpitations brought by the sensory connection.

She once again focused her gaze on Mu Xuewei’s face.

She was certain that the Mu Xuewei standing there now was her little junior sister, not the Mu Xuewei from the previous life.

Because the Mu Xuewei of the previous life wouldn’t have the nerve to kiss her.

No wonder Mu Xuewei was unwilling to come out of the dream state—it turned out she was willingly sinking into this ethereal, beautiful illusion.

Lin Yumo dared not think further. The soft sensation on her lips gradually lessened. Mu Xuewei’s faint figure was disappearing, becoming as transparent as thin paper.

If the illusion looped again, she would truly die within this void of lies.

^o^

She reached out to pull Mu Xuewei, but an invisible force forcefully dragged her out. A mouthful of blood splattered onto the couch.

She turned back. Only a tiny spark of fire was struggling at the incense stick, ready to extinguish at any moment.

The reason the Soul Entry method was a forbidden technique was precisely because of its extreme risk and immense backlash.

Lin Yumo suffered a severe backlash. Her blood vessels constricted, and her spine felt compressed. She knelt beside the couch, laboriously reaching out to touch Mu Xuewei’s fingertips.

She had no choice. The so-called forbidden technique couldn’t help her bring Mu Xuewei out; she didn’t even have the ability to let Mu Xuewei see her.

She touched her ear, looking at her blurry fingertips stained with crimson.

“Mu Xuewei, if you don’t wake up soon, you won’t see me anymore…”

She was dying.

She was dying too.

Lin Yumo touched Mu Xuewei’s hand, holding it tightly, trying to warm Mu Xuewei’s icy body with the last bit of warmth from her own.

“Mu Xuewei, please see me one last time, no… let me see you one last time…”

“Wake up… let me…”

“Let me just… look at you again.”

Lin Yumo’s hand gradually lost strength, slipping down from the couch. Her head rested against the edge of the bed, and bloody tears dripped from the corner of her lips.

The candlelight in the room completely extinguished, leaving not a single ray of light.

The tiny spark of the incense stick standing on the pillar also went out, following the black smoke of the candle.

…

In the sudden blackness of the night, a bolt of purple lightning flashed, illuminating the entire sky.

Lin Yumo spat out a mouthful of clotted blood. She rubbed her aching head, then anxiously got up to look at Mu Xuewei.

Mu Xuewei was kneeling on the bed, her light-colored eyelashes lifted. Her arms suddenly wrapped around Lin Yumo’s waist, and she lunged at Lin Yumo, leaning her entire weight onto her.

“Shijie (Senior Sister)—” she called out.

Lin Yumo’s right leg trembled slightly. Her leg injury hadn’t healed, so she couldn’t help but feel pain. Yet she suppressed the cry in her throat, letting Mu Xuewei hold her and press against her.

“Shijie, if I did something very, very bad to you, could Shijie forgive me?”

“Like disobeying Shijie’s wishes, like forcibly keeping Shijie by my side, and restricting Shijie’s freedom…”

Lin Yumo knew what she was talking about, and she understood her meaning.

She hugged Mu Xuewei and patted her back, “I know. I know all of it. I’ve accepted it.”

She raised her arm and slowly wiped away Mu Xuewei’s tears, but accidentally stained her face with the blood from her own hand.

She couldn’t help but laugh lightly, then patiently coaxed her, “I’ve accepted it all, Junior Sister.”

Mu Xuewei suddenly released Lin Yumo without warning, her gray eyes looking at her.

She reached out to Lin Yumo’s neck, then showed her the blood-stained hand, asking, “Shijie, why… why are you willing to save me like this?”

Lin Yumo froze for a moment. She pursed her lips, her gaze drifting to the window. In a trance, she seemed to see Mount Xuanling strewn with corpses.

She lowered her eyes, subtly closed the distance between them, and whispered, “Because… I’m soft-hearted, I guess.”

Because, I like you a little.

Lin Yumo placed her right hand on her knee, bending her waist, as if this could reduce the pain in her leg.

Mu Xuewei finally remembered that her Senior Sister’s leg was still injured. She furrowed her brows, concerned, and said, “Let me see.”

“No need, no need. Third Master has already looked at it. It’s a minor injury, no big deal,” Lin Yumo stepped back, deliberately avoiding Mu Xuewei’s hand.

Mu Xuewei took a deep breath, looking steadily at Lin Yumo, and spoke in an unquestionable tone, “Shijie.”

“Truly… truly nothing…” Lin Yumo straightened up, pretending to be fine, and took two steps forward, saying, “See, I can still walk!”

She strutted around for two more steps, showing off.

“Ouch!”

Lin Yumo’s leg suddenly gave way, and she fell to her knees.

This… this is too embarrassing…

Mu Xuewei initially moved forward, then settled back firmly, showing no sign of wanting to help the “patient.”

“Junior Sister… I…”

Lin Yumo supported herself with one hand on the floor, the other suspended in mid-air, unsure where to put it.

She lowered her voice, calling out, “Little Junior Sister…”

Mu Xuewei still didn’t move, but a slight smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“Xue, Xuewei, please…” Lin Yumo raised her empty arm, pleading, “Help, help me… up, won’t you…”

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