My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 34

With a “smack,” the platter holding the clothes was shattered by her force, falling to the ground along with the garments.

Lin Yumo’s heart skipped a beat—she was finished.

She felt that she was destined to be destroyed by the person she hated the most in her previous life.

She bent down to pick up the clothes, her heart pounding, flustered, and extremely anxious.

When she looked up again, the lotus from the water was standing naked before her.

Lin Yumo was startled and quickly covered the person with the clothes in her hand. She didn’t care about anything, nor whether the clothes were inside out or backwards, she just frantically covered what needed to be covered.

She turned her back, her voice trembling, “You’re done washing, go to bed early. I’ll come back tomorrow to tidy up.”

Then she hurried out of Mu Xuewei’s room and rushed straight to the cold spring behind the mountain.

She immersed her entire body in the cold spring, her mind filled with the sensuous sight of the lotus rising from the water, half-veiled.

She carefully tried to recall the Heart Sutra of the Emotionless Dao, but couldn’t remember a single phrase.

She had memorized it; she had known the Heart Sutra of the Emotionless Dao by heart since childhood. How could she not recall a single line?

She poked her head out of the water, took out her flute from her Qiankun bag, and delusionally attempted to achieve a clear mind by playing the Pure Heart Melody.

To her surprise, not only was the tune off-key and the notes confused, but the hand pressing the flute holes also kept trembling.

She tossed the flute, slapped her face, took a deep breath, and plunged her head back into the cold spring.

It was a battle with herself.

Damn it!

She couldn’t catch her breath!

She struggled out of the cold spring again. Not only did she fail to win the battle with herself, but she instead fell into an even more dangerous abyss.

Mu Xuewei was squatting by the cold spring, her grey eyes filled with wet, glistening water, watching her. That glisten of water soaked Lin Yumo completely.

Sticky.

She was wearing the white shirt Lin Yumo had brought in. Because it had fallen on the ground, a small part of the shirt was wet, and that wet part clung to Mu Xuewei’s right shoulder and neck, outlining her collarbone.

Lin Yumo remembered that the clothes she had given Mu Xuewei were complete, a full set.

But Mu Xuewei was now not wearing an undergarment, instead using a thin gauze in its place, exposing that patch of fair skin. She lifted her hand to hook Lin Yumo’s chin, forcing Lin Yumo’s eyes to be filled completely with her—the most beautiful her.

Her silver eyelashes trembled slightly, and she voluntarily leaned down to offer her lips.

Lin Yumo’s tears welled up in her eyes, silently slipping down as Mu Xuewei kissed her, their warmth dripping into the cold spring.

Why.

She had tried her best to suppress herself, not to provoke Mu Xuewei, not daring to feel any extra fellow disciple affection.

But she couldn’t do it.

She simply could not resist Mu Xuewei.

She cupped Mu Xuewei’s face, her thumb caressing her lips—soft and warm.

Mu Xuewei, you brought this upon yourself.

She took Mu Xuewei’s arm and pulled her into the cold spring, to perform this ‘joy of fish and water’ with her.

“Shijie (Senior Sister)…” Mu Xuewei called out softly.

“Hmm?”

“Will you?” Mu Xuewei’s voice was trembling, light, soft, and sweet, falling into Lin Yumo’s ears.

Lin Yumo’s movements froze. She suddenly recalled the drunk Mu Xuewei that night, and her well-worn copy of Grinding the Mirror for Pleasure, feeling both shameful and resentful.

“Mu Xuewei, you try it.”

The water of the cold spring was cold, but what flowed between the two of them was warm.

Mu Xuewei.

Can you stay by my side.

The warm sun shone brightly, with a cloudless sky.

Lin Yumo stood by the window, her clothes half-open, looking at Mu Xuewei.

She held the teacup, tilting her head to drink a sip. When she lowered it, the shoulder part of her undergarment also slipped down, revealing scratches from Mu Xuewei.

Mu Xuewei lay on the couch, watching her sideways.

Neither of them spoke.

Lin Yumo raised an eyebrow, chuckled faintly as she stared at the love bites on Mu Xuewei’s body, then retracted her gaze, slowly settling on her own exposed half-arm.

All red marks, some places even scratched open.

She couldn’t help but laugh out loud, teasing, “Little Shimei (Junior Sister) has quite a temper.”

Mu Xuewei blinked, tugged at the quilt, and covered the red marks on her body.

Just as Lin Yumo was about to say something, a voice scared the wits out of her.

“Lin Yumo!” Wei Qingyi shouted from the courtyard.

Accompanying the shout was the Jade Bamboo Sword, breaking through the window and lodging perfectly at Lin Yumo’s neck.

As for the wooden planks around the Jade Bamboo Sword, they inevitably suffered a great catastrophe and were broken into pieces.

“Get out here!” Wei Qingyi entered the room, flicked her sleeve, and sat on a chair.

Lin Yumo gasped, touched her neck, and after confirming she was indeed unharmed, she carefully tidied her clothes.

Mu Xuewei, meanwhile, had already sat up, slowly and calmly putting on her clothes. One hand propped on the couch, half her body leaning against the railing, she curved her eyes, watching Lin Yumo.

Like an audience member watching a show.

Lin Yumo was utterly terrified, having no mind for any more drama with Mu Xuewei. She used all her strength to pull out the Jade Bamboo Sword, then meekly walked towards Wei Qingyi’s room.

Wei Qingyi was holding a lidded teacup.

When she saw Lin Yumo enter, she put the cup on the table with a “smack.”

At the same time, there was a “thump.”

Lin Yumo immediately knelt on the ground without a word, preemptively stating, “I was sent to Mount Xuanling by my mother when I was young, and staying with Master, to me, Master is like my mother.”

“Today, I shall call you Mother.”

“Mother!”

“I love Xue’er, the kind of love where I want to be with her for life!”

“I beg Mother to grant us your blessing!”

As Lin Yumo spoke, she bowed her head and kowtowed to Wei Qingyi.

Since she had said everything, what more could Wei Qingyi say?

Wei Qingyi was so angry she didn’t know whether to scold or not.

The two remained in this position for a long time.

Wei Qingyi picked up the lidded cup and hurled it towards Lin Yumo, but it veered off one inch in front of her. The entire cup lid fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

“Your mother was like this, and now you are too. Are you two trying to anger me to death, one by one?”

Lin Yumo looked up, surprised, at Wei Qingyi.

No wonder Lin Yang said a woman like Xu Mo wouldn’t like men. So that was it.

So that’s what he meant by that sentence.

“Master,” Lin Yumo asked, “What is wrong with women?”

“How is it that women in this world are inferior to men?”

Lin Yumo crawled forward a little, kneeling on the shards of glass. “Master, is your swordsmanship inferior to the men in the Immortal Sect?”

Wei Qingyi’s expression froze, and she pursed her lips.

She suddenly remembered her youth in Dragon Valley, where she and Xu Mo had often been bullied by the male disciples.

At that time, she thought, they are only a few years later in joining the sect. Fundamentally, they are not inferior to anyone.

So, she practiced her sword day and night, single-handedly challenging a hundred heavenly prodigies, and became famous overnight in Dragon Valley.

Since then, any disciple who saw Wei Qingyi would walk around her.

She wanted to be arrogant, for them to fear her, dread her, and respect her.

Her eyes fell upon Lin Yumo. She tilted her head, arrogantly stating, “With Xu Mo dead, I, Wei Qingyi, am the foremost in the Way of the Sword. Among the hundred Immortal Families, no one can compare to me.”

Lin Yumo suddenly changed the subject. “Then, Master, is there any man you admire?”

“Naturally, there isn’t.” Wei Qingyi answered decisively. She crossed her legs, looked down at Lin Yumo, her eyes slightly fluctuating.

No men she admired, but women…

Wei Qingyi dared not think any further.

“Lin Yumo, your identities are different.” Wei Qingyi paused, pointing out the relationship. “It’s the difference between Immortal and Demon.”

“But Master, I, Lin Yumo, can only have her in this life, regardless of whether Immortal and Demon are at odds.”

Wei Qingyi’s expression cooled for a moment, then softened. She suddenly came to Lin Yumo’s side, placed one hand on Lin Yumo’s shoulder, and limitless psychic energy coursed through Lin Yumo’s entire body, making the veins on her forehead bulge with pain.

“Master! The Heart Sutra of the Emotionless Dao is incompatible with the Heart Sutra of the Carefree Dao!”

“So you know they’re incompatible… Then why did you give all your psychic energy to that girl to suppress her demonic pulse?”

“Master…” Lin Yumo moved her sore shoulder, begging, “It was a matter of life and death, Master.”

Wei Qingyi withdrew her hand and flicked her sleeve. “I punish you to contemplate your mistakes for half a month at Tranquil Snow Peak.”

Tranquil Snow Peak? That’s no punishment, it’s clearly a reward.

Master’s meaning was to let her go to Tranquil Snow Peak to digest the psychic energy of the Carefree Dao. As for Xue’er’s matter, if Master didn’t say anything, it meant acquiescence.

That’s great!

Lin Yumo rubbed her numb knees, naughtily saying, “Thank you, Master!”

Deep in the Purple Bamboo Forest, two emerald green swords were hidden among the bamboo, colliding with mutual probing.

Shen Zhuli’s red clothes were flamboyant, her clear figure flipping through the green bamboo forest. She landed one foot on a bamboo branch, and the tall branch bent down.

Before she could stand steady, Wei Qingyi split down with another sword, shattering the bamboo branch beneath her feet.

“Shen Zhuli, didn’t you want to spar with me on swordsmanship? How is it?”

Shen Zhuli fell onto a pile of bamboo branches nearby, her Azure Sea Tidal Sound Sword also dropping to the ground, clanging with an unvaluable sound, like scrap metal.

“Get up, again!” Wei Qingyi held the Jade Bamboo Sword, the sword light reflecting in her eyes. She gradually lowered her gaze, looking down, resting on the tassel of the Jade Bamboo Sword for a long time.

Shen Zhuli rubbed her butt and stood up, leaping to stand on a bamboo branch at the same height as Wei Qingyi.

She swung the Azure Sea Tidal Sound Sword in her hand, the sword wind stirring the bamboo leaves to drift.

She used the bamboo branch’s force to leap, her sword flying towards Wei Qingyi.

Wei Qingyi half-squinted her eyes, unable to figure out this move.

Judging by the distance between them, this single sword stroke was not enough to force her to draw her sword.

She didn’t understand it, but to win, this kind of move wouldn’t do.

However, she decided to humor Shen Zhuli. Kids, they just need to learn a lesson.

Just as her sword was half-drawn, Shen Zhuli suddenly tossed the sword in her hand and lunged towards Wei Qingyi.

Wei Qingyi had never seen such a desperate person in her life—throwing away the sword halfway through a move?

Frightened, Wei Qingyi quickly retracted her stance, the Jade Bamboo Sword flying out of her hand, plunging into the bamboo branch behind her, piercing through it.

Meanwhile, Shen Zhuli pounced directly into Wei Qingyi’s arms. The two fell down together, landing on the scattered bamboo pile.

Wei Qingyi protected Shen Zhuli’s head, becoming Shen Zhuli’s human cushion.

Shen Zhuli closed her eyes, hugging Wei Qingyi tightly.☆

Only after this posture lasted for a good while, and Shen Zhuli showed no sign of letting go, did Wei Qingyi say, “Let go quickly, get off me!”

At her words, Shen Zhuli hugged her even tighter. “I won’t let go, I won’t let go!”

“Master said to come again!”

“I came!”

“Master must catch me properly!”

Wei Qingyi pushed her shoulders with her hands, pulling them apart a little. She suddenly thought of Lin Yumo’s words: ‘What is wrong with women?’

Yes, what is wrong with women.

In this world, women already have a hard enough time living. Why add another set of shackles to themselves?

She frowned, looking at Shen Zhuli’s deeply affectionate eyes, and her brows gradually relaxed.

Shen Zhuli also looked at her, her eyes invading Wei Qingyi bit by bit. She softly asked, “Master, can I… take liberties with you?”

“No…”

Before Wei Qingyi could answer, Shen Zhuli had already initiated a kiss. It was just a peck, a dragonfly touching the water, and then she left.

Leaving Wei Qingyi in disarray in the wind.

That was a rare blush for Wei Qingyi. Where was the demeanor of a Master? She was completely a young girl experiencing her first love.

She touched her lips, which still had Shen Zhuli’s lingering warmth. She wanted to savor it again, yet was too embarrassed to.

“I said… no, you can’t.” Her voice was slightly hoarse.

Shen Zhuli pursed her lips, pretending to be wronged. “Oh… then I misheard…”

“Master, Master… Master…” she called out softly, “Can I take liberties with you one more time…?”

“Shen Zhuli!”

Tranquil Snow Peak was covered in the eternally unchanging light snow, beautifully breathtaking.

Lin Yumo stood in the snow, her eyelashes coated with a layer of white frost.

She wielded the Kunwu Sword. Despite the light force, it was able to kick up the snow of Tranquil Snow Peak, swirling around her in a vortex.

She looked at where her bracelet should be. The bracelet had slid down her arm, revealing the scar from Mu Xuewei’s tooth mark.

She had bitten this spot the hardest. Although it had healed, it left a scar.

Coincidentally, this location was exactly where she had locked her with the Blazing Lock in her previous life when she imprisoned her on Tranquil Snow Peak.

Lin Yumo couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She withdrew the force from her Kunwu Sword, holding it behind her back. The snow crystals surrounding her slowly dispersed, gracefully settling on the ground.

She looked at her reddened fingertips, reaching out to touch the falling snow in front of her. A snowflake rested on her fingertip, refusing to melt for a long time.

She had broken through.

The eighth layer of the Emotionless Dao.

Was it a coincidence?

In her previous life, she was also imprisoned by Mu Xuewei on Tranquil Snow Peak, and it was here that she entered the eighth realm of the Emotionless Dao.

Does that mean Mu Xuewei… was trying to help her break through to the eighth layer of the Emotionless Dao?

She retracted her hand, gently blew on the snowflake on her fingertip, and the snow crystal floated down, disappearing into the vast expanse.

“Shijie!”

Before Lin Yumo could react, someone had pounced on her. Lin Yumo stabilized her posture, wrapping her arm around Mu Xuewei’s waist to steady her.

She raised her hand and stroked Mu Xuewei’s head, saying, “I haven’t seen you for half a month, I missed you very much.”

“I missed you too, Shijie.”

Mu Xuewei raised her hand, brushing the snow off Lin Yumo’s body. “Shijie, the Battle of Deer Chase is about to start. We should go.”

“Let’s go.”

Lin Yumo held Mu Xuewei’s hand and walked down Tranquil Snow Peak, leaving two rows of faint footprints on the white snow.

A gust of wind came, and concealed the footprints.

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