My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 35

Half a Month Later, White Emperor City

Smoky willows painted on bridges, wind-blown screens of emerald curtains. In the distant streets, disciples from the seven great immortal families swaggered through White Emperor City.

On a side-mountain of White Emperor City, a person wearing a pale blue long gown lay drunkenly in a ten-mile peach blossom forest.

From a distance, she seemed to be asleep, the strength gradually leaving the fingers hooked around a wine jar. The round wine jar dropped onto the grass beneath her, shattering into pieces with a “patta” sound.

Her brows furrowed, and she suddenly awoke. She tapped her feet and darted onto a peach tree, lowering her eyes slightly to look down at White Emperor City below the mountain.

After watching for a long time, the corners of her lips curled into a faint smile. Her robes fluttered as she landed steadily beneath the peach tree.

“Zui Xian (Drunken Immortal), she’s here. Shall we go find her?”

A pale blue longsword flew through the forest, startling a trail of falling peach blossoms, and hung steadily before her.

She gripped the Zui Xian sword, stepped onto the floral ladder of blossoms, and flew downwards. Her pale blue figure bounded through the mountains.

The Warm Sun Shines Brightly

Lin Yumoh and her party strolled through White Emperor City. The War of the Stag had not yet begun, and most of the disciples who had come to White Emperor City were idle, wandering about. For Lin Yumoh, touring White Emperor City was a good idea.

After all, she had never been here before.

Shen Zhuli spoke languidly, “I heard that within White Emperor City, there is an Immortal Venerable who is equally famous as Master, known as the ‘Jade-Faced Hermit,’ but she doesn’t like being called that. Instead, she prefers the world to call her the ‘Wine Immortal.'”

The Wine Immortal?

Lin Yumoh smiled and joked, “Then I must see whose wine is better, hers or mine!”

Shen Zhuli clicked his tongue, “Senior Sister Lin, forgive me for saying this, but you really can’t compare to this Wine Immortal. This is the immortal who is rumored to have brewed the Fu Tu Wine.”

“I heard she once gave our Profound Spirit Mountain a jar of Fu Tu Wine, and the Sect Leader still keeps it hidden on Quiet Snow Peak like a treasure.”

“Small disciples like us, let alone being lucky enough to take a sip, can’t even dream of seeing it.”

Fu Tu Wine…

Lin Yumoh pondered for a moment.

Is there a possibility that she had not only seen it but also drunk it? That Fu Tu Wine was fierce on the palate but its after-effects were extremely mellow. It had not only pulled her back from the brink of qi deviation but also had the effect of clearing the mind and calming desires. It was truly wonderful.

So, the immortal who brewed the Fu Tu Wine lived in White Emperor City.

Lin Yumoh asked, “May I ask what this immortal’s name is?”

“Qi Shiyu.”

Even the immortal’s name sounded so pleasant.

Lin Yumoh nodded, indicating that she had made a mental note.

A man walked towards them, dressed in the purple robes of Mount Kunlun. It was an ordinary road, but he walked with a staggering, crooked gait.

Lin Yumoh sized him up from head to toe. Judging by his manner, he was clearly coming for Mu Xuewei.

When the man was three steps away from Mu Xuewei, Lin Yumoh stepped in front of her, playfully blocking his path and saying, “Oh, Senior Brother Liu, long time no see. Come on, let’s have a drink and catch up.”

The man acted as if he hadn’t heard her, edged a little closer, and tilted his head to look at Mu Xuewei behind Lin Yumoh.

Lin Yumoh moved with his line of sight.

He moved left, and she moved left.

He moved right, and she moved right.

In short, she blocked Mu Xuewei completely, not allowing the man in front of her to see her at all.

The man finally looked directly at Lin Yumoh, pouted, and said in a disappointed tone, “Who is your Senior Brother Liu!”

He tossed his head and finally walked away. He hadn’t gone five steps before he looked back towards Mu Xuewei again.

Lin Yumoh hugged her arms, accurately anticipating his gaze, and once again completely blocked Mu Xuewei’s figure.

The man ground his back teeth and silently cursed Lin Yumoh, “Lunatic!”

Lin Yumoh raised her eyebrows, pointed a finger at him, and made a throat-slitting gesture, openly challenging him with an ‘if you’re not happy, let’s fight’ attitude.

Lin Yumoh watched the man’s retreating back and inwardly rolled her eyes countless times.

Mount Kunlun…

Sure enough, there were no good people there!

She turned to look at Mu Xuewei, only to see her eyes curved in a smile, like a little fox. Her light-colored eyes were bright and glistening, as if the ten thousand years of snow on Quiet Snow Peak were melting in her gaze, flowing warmly into Lin Yumoh’s heart.

Lin Yumoh lowered her eyes, looking at the exceedingly beautiful Mu Xuewei, feeling a little unhappy. Not only were there male disciples with ulterior motives, but even passing female disciples couldn’t help but stare at Mu Xuewei for a couple of seconds.

She led Mu Xuewei towards a nearby face mask stall and said, “You should…”

“…buy one to wear.” She didn’t offer a reason, but her tone held a hint of pleading.

Mu Xuewei chuckled softly, already understanding. She touched a white rabbit mask, picked it up casually, and held it up to her face. “Senior Sister, how is it?”

The mask was painted with a rabbit face and had a faint pink nose, which added a touch of cuteness to the originally gentle and serene Mu Xuewei, making her look more like a girl next door, more delicate.

Although it covered her face, wearing such a mask only made people more eager to peek at the stunning beauty beneath it.

Lin Yumoh picked up a dark green demon mask from the stand. The mask was carved with sinister wrinkles and had three sharp ears protruding from the edges. She held it up to Mu Xuewei, shook her head, and said seriously, “Yours isn’t pretty. Wear this one.”

Mu Xuewei took a step back, avoiding the mask Lin Yumoh offered, and instead handed the rabbit mask she held towards Lin Yumoh, watching her with a smile.

Lin Yumoh knew exactly what she meant.

‘I’ll wear the one you give me, and you must wear the one I give you.’

But Lin Yumoh had never worn anything so cute! Her image was not supposed to be like this!

If this got out, how much damage would it do to her title of “Profound Spirit Mountain’s Number One Rake”?

She didn’t want to wear it…

Lin Yumoh pursed her lips.

With a determined grit of her teeth.

She wore it!

She took the mask, reluctantly hung it on her face, and then helped Mu Xuewei put on hers properly.

And so, the beautiful, gentle girl wore the demon mask, and the unruly, prodigal young man wore the rabbit mask. Walking down the street, they attracted even more attention. Even elderly women couldn’t resist glancing curiously, thinking they looked quite compatible.

They hadn’t walked far when the Kunwu Sword began to vibrate. Lin Yumoh immediately became alert, her thumb pressing on the hilt of the Kunwu Sword, but she still couldn’t suppress it. Instead, the vibration of the Kunwu Sword made her entire arm numb.

She looked up and saw a woman standing on the tower of White Emperor City. Her blue robes fluttered, her black hair hung down to her waist, and her face was exquisite. Her expression was cold. She frowned as she looked at Lin Yumoh and then descended.

“Who are you? How do you have the Kunwu Sword?”

Although the woman in front of her had an unfriendly tone, Lin Yumoh couldn’t feel any hostility towards her. She even felt a sense of familiarity, yet she was sure she had never met this woman before.

Lin Yumoh looked down at the woman standing before her—willow-leaf eyebrows, peach blossom eyes. Beneath the excellent features was a chilling coldness that made Lin Yumoh shiver, and inexplicably, a feeling of being wronged welled up in her heart.

Why did she feel like crying?

She looked at the jade pendant hanging from the woman’s waist, on which the three characters “White Emperor City” were delicately engraved. Knowing who she was, Lin Yumoh slightly bowed and said, “I am a disciple of Venerable Wei Qingyi from Profound Spirit Mountain. These are my fellow disciples.”

Qi Shiyu did not look her in the eye, merely extending her hand and saying, “Kunwu.”

The Kunwu Sword cleanly and instantly slipped from Lin Yumoh’s waist into Qi Shiyu’s hand, without any hesitation, not even giving Lin Yumoh time to react.

Lin Yumoh was left alone, bewildered in the wind.

This… wasn’t this her personal sword? How did it just walk off with someone else as soon as they reached out?

Qi Shiyu drew the Kunwu Sword, her gaze lingering on the carved inscription. She slightly turned her wrist, and the sword’s reflection showed her pair of multi-faceted yet sorrowful peach blossom eyes.

Lin Yumoh straightened up, pouting, and looked at the woman. She felt resentment.

Regardless of who she was in White Emperor City, taking someone else’s personal sword right off the bat was just too impolite.

“Miss, this is my personal sword,” Lin Yumoh said.

Her meaning was: Hurry up and return my sword.

But Qi Shiyu seemed not to have looked enough. She continued to look at the Kunwu Sword and asked, “What is Xu Moh to you?”

Lin Yumoh was stunned, and without thinking, blurted out, “My mother.”

Qi Shiyu’s hand holding the sword trembled. With a “clack,” she pushed the sword back into its sheath. With a lift of her hand, the Kunwu Sword re-attached itself to Lin Yumoh’s waist.

She stared blankly at Lin Yumoh. Even through the rabbit mask, she could discern a silhouette that bore a three-tenths resemblance to Xu Moh, especially the youthful spirit that soared above the blue clothes.

She closed her eyes and pursed her lips. “What… what is your name?”

“Lin Yumoh.”

The woman suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly. Yumoh, so her name really was Yumoh.

Qi Shiyu walked closer to Lin Yumoh, but Lin Yumoh instinctively stepped back, maintaining a distance between them.

She said, “My surname is Qi, and my given name is Shiyu.”

After speaking, she turned and left.

Lin Yumoh remained standing there, still trying to process the sudden, disjointed question-and-answer session.

It was Shen Zhuli who stood there with an expression of worship, unable to help but exclaim, “Wow, so that’s the legendary Wine Immortal! She’s truly beautiful.”

Lin Yumoh shrugged, having lost all interest in wandering around the city below the mountain. She unconsciously patted the Kunwu Sword and said to the people behind her, “Let’s go.”

White Emperor City certainly lived up to its reputation as the wealthiest city of the immortal families in the world. The accommodation arranged for the disciples not only featured soft beds in every room, but the courtyards also boasted graceful willows and charming lotus ponds. Even sitting in the courtyard was a pleasure.

Lin Yumoh sighed as she walked, noting that she had never seen such a grand display in all her life.

Money certainly buys happiness!

In the Ten-Mile Peach Blossom Forest

Qi Shiyu waved her hand, and dozens of jars of wine levitated, one by one settling into her satchel.

The Zui Xian Sword lay across her front. She flicked the Zui Xian Sword with her finger and spoke to herself, “You say, she didn’t come, but her daughter did. Does that count as her forgiving me?”

“When the War of the Stag is over, shall we go find her?”

“The loquat tree in Qingzhou should be quite lush now.”

She had personally planted that loquat tree in the small tower lodging.

She curved her lips into a smile, tied the Zui Xian Sword to her waist, and quickly rushed down the mountain.

“Young City Lord.” A voice came from behind Qi Shiyu.

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