My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 38

The next day, the sky was clear and cloudless. With the sound of a gong, the Battle of Zhuolu officially began.

The first round of the Battle of Zhuolu was a personal combat round. Only the top two hundred disciples out of the thousand from the seven great immortal families would proceed to the second round.

The sequence of matches was determined by a lottery draw, with those holding the same number in a group to fight each other.

Lin Yumo was late, so she naturally stood at the very end of the line, waiting for the elder to hand out the slips.

She curiously craned her neck to look at the elder in charge of their line, feeling a bit strange.

The elder had a baby face, with two pigtails tied with red string. If it weren’t for the fact that the disciples receiving the slips had to bow to her, Lin Yumo wouldn’t have believed she was an elder.

Although cultivators could maintain eternal youth, this demeanor… she looked like a child and didn’t give the slightest impression that she should be nearly a hundred years old.

Wait… why is this aura so familiar?

The elder sitting there suddenly raised her eyes and looked at her, giving her a quick wink.

Lin Yumo: ?

She quickly lowered her head, withdrawing her gaze, and uncomfortably shrugged her shoulders.

Mu Xuewei poked Lin Yumo’s waist with her fingertip. “Shijie (Senior Sister)?”

“N-Nothing.”

“Hm?” Mu Xuewei’s light-colored pupils looked at her. Although she smiled gently and faintly, Lin Yumo felt an inexplicable sense of pressure.

“I… I just feel like that elder is a little familiar, like I’ve seen her before.”

Mu Xuewei looked forward, pressing her hand heavily on the Yangshan Snow (sword name). Even though the Yangshan Snow trembled, making half of her arm numb, she stubbornly didn’t let go.

The elder sitting there tilted her head and shook the slip in her hand at Mu Xuewei, as if greeting her.

Mu Xuewei calmly retracted her gaze, having a rough guess in her mind.

People came and went. Those who had their slips were anxious, and those who hadn’t were also anxious.

Everyone hoped that their opponent would be weaker, and everyone else’s opponent would be stronger.

Finally, it was Lin Yumo’s turn. Lin Yumo held out her palm, waiting for the elder to hand her the slip. Unexpectedly, the elder suddenly lowered her voice and said in an androgynous voice: “Long time no see, new owner of the Kunwu Sword.”

This time, the voice was not muffled by a mask, falling clearly into Lin Yumo’s ears, startling her. This is the Sword-Guarding Elder of Kunlun Mountain?

No way, this elder looks younger than me, right?

Indeed, you can’t judge a book by its cover!!!

Lin Yumo’s face flushed from white to red. Finally, clutching the slip in her hand, she said, “Lin Yumo greets Elder Ji.”

Ji Nangui looked behind her, her gaze moving from the Yangshan Snow sword to Mu Xuewei’s face. She then said to Lin Yumo: “Mm.”

“A good sword should be matched with a beauty.”

Lin Yumo was stunned again and followed Ji Nangui’s words, her face turning red. “Yes… she is a beauty.”

“No, no, I meant…” Lin Yumo’s earlobes turned even redder. She simply stopped talking, took the slip, and stepped aside, letting Mu Xuewei be the one to receive the slip.

Mu Xuewei smiled, bowed, and curtsied. “Thank you, Senior, for the bestowal.”

Ji Nangui nodded and used her natural voice, saying: “It is time for the immortal families to produce another generation of heavenly talents.”

“How is it, Senior Sister Lin?” Shen Zhuli asked. “Is your opponent strong?”

Lin Yumo looked at the large number Nine on the slip and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

She felt a bit cold and couldn’t help but sneeze. Why does it feel like there’s a demonic wind?

She turned around and saw a man holding a silver folding fan with sharp blades along its edges.

He held up the wooden slip in his hand, which also had a large number Nine written on it, just like Lin Yumo’s.

This is clearly a provocation, isn’t it?

Lin Yumo sneered. Dogs that bark usually don’t bite.

She retracted her gaze and walked toward the mess hall in Baidi City.

She took one step in, but immediately stopped before taking the next.

She pulled her foot back, stretched out her arm, stopped Mu Xuewei and Shen Zhuli, and sighed. “Let’s go, let’s eat down the mountain.”

Mu Xuewei was puzzled but still followed her Senior Sister.

Shen Zhuli, the spokesperson, quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just too crowded. We probably won’t get a turn,” Lin Yumo lied without batting an eye.

The mess hall was not only crowded, but the number of unidentified gazes was also numerous, all directed toward her.

However, Lin Yumo was well aware of her own worth. Those wolf-like gazes were surely directed at the person behind her, wishing they could tear Mu Xuewei apart. How could she allow that?

Lin Yumo lowered the hand holding the Kunwu Sword, and inadvertently touched Mu Xuewei’s hand. The two ink-wash pattern bangles clinked against each other, making a crisp sound that also made Lin Yumo’s heart flutter.

She wiped her nose with her left hand, then tentatively hooked Mu Xuewei’s hand, gradually and gently latching on to it.

Mu Xuewei smiled, secretly pulling away one finger, not allowing Lin Yumo to fully grasp her.

As expected, Lin Yumo bit her lip and looked at Mu Xuewei with a pitiful expression. Her lips slightly parted, and she squeezed Mu Xuewei’s remaining fingertips, silently saying: “Stop teasing me.”

Only then did Mu Xuewei grant her wish, allowing Lin Yumo to hold her hand as they went down the mountain for some good food.

In the largest restaurant in Baidi City, there were also many disciples eating there. Coincidentally, this largest restaurant only served female disciples. As for the male disciples, no matter if they were the sons of wealthy families or future sect leaders of immortal gates, they were all blocked outside the door.

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