My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 41

The next day, the prelude to the Battle of Zhuolu (literally “Chasing the Deer”) was unveiled. Li Shuangjiang walked towards Lin Yumo’s group and waved at them.

Lin Yumo spoke first, “It must be your turn soon.”

Li Shuangjiang nodded, “Yeah, the next match is mine.”

Lin Yumo scrutinized her from head to toe, “I haven’t seen Fellow Immortal Li’s weapon yet.”

Li Shuangjiang was taken aback for a moment, then raised her hand. Twelve flying swords spun out from her palm. Each sword was only palm-sized, extremely slender, about the width of a finger.

“The Fifty Strings of Jinse, the Twelve Swords of Shuiyun,” Lin Yumo commented. “In previous years of the Battle of Zhuolu, Shuiyuntian never sent anyone. No wonder so many disciples from Shuiyuntian have come to this year’s Battle of Zhuolu; it turns out the Twelve Swords of Shuiyun have a new successor.”

As the gong sounded, two disciples left the arena, yielding the stage.

Li Shuangjiang glanced at the stage, collected the swords in her hand, and said, “Everyone, I’ll be going first.”

At this time, in Baidi City, the parasol trees were shedding their leaves. Golden leaves fluttered down, one of them spiraling in the air, blown far away by the wind, only to be blown back and land on Lin Yumo’s hand.

Lin Yumo pinched the leaf, holding it up to the sunlight. The leaf’s veins gradually became clear, golden, pulsating with her bloodline.

“Sister Lin,” Shen Zhuli called out.

Lin Yumo released the leaf, letting it fly away. The feeling of surging blood and vital energy gradually subsided.

She felt a slight unease in her heart. She turned her head and asked Shen Zhuli, “What is the background of Shuiyuntian?”

Shen Zhuli replied, “The previous generation of the Seven Great Immortal Families did not include Shuiyuntian. The last place among the Seven Great Immortal Families was originally the Xiaoxing Pavilion, but it was wiped out, which is how Shuiyuntian secured a place among the Seven Great Immortal Families.”

Lin Yumo’s gaze turned towards the stage, “Who destroyed it?”

“I don’t know. They only said it was a woman, with a single sword, on a night of dark wind and bloody rain, who alone ascended the Xiaoxing Pavilion.”

At this, a hint of admiration flashed in Shen Zhuli’s eyes. She couldn’t help but praise, “That’s too impressive. If I had that kind of strength, why would I worry about not claiming the top prize in the Battle of Zhuolu?”

Lin Yumo didn’t ask further or take up the conversation. Her eyes were fixed on Li Shuangjiang on the stage, watching her every move.

All twelve flying swords were deployed, yet they were all blocked by Li Feng’s great saber.

This time, many people from the Xuanling Mountain also came. It wasn’t just Lin Yumo’s group; Li Feng, Bei Mingzhe… anyone who showed promise at the Sword Trial Assembly came to try their luck at this Battle of Zhuolu.

Lin Yumo shook her head, “Li Shuangjiang is very strong, but Li Feng is stronger. She is going to lose.”

She sighed, unsure whether she was lamenting for Li Shuangjiang or feeling that Li Feng won too easily.

“Li Shuangjiang won’t lose,” Mu Xuewei said softly. “Sister, I don’t think she will lose.”

“How so?” Lin Yumo chuckled lightly.

She had fought with Li Feng at the Sword Trial Assembly, and she had a good idea of his strength.

“Li Shuangjiang won’t be his match.”

Before Lin Yumo’s words could fully settle, she saw twelve more flying swords rush toward Li Feng. Each sword was aimed at a vital point.

“Twenty-four flying swords!” Lin Yumo exclaimed in surprise.

The crowd suddenly erupted, and even the elders seated at the very top began to discuss animatedly.

Ji Nangui said in astonishment, “Shuiyuntian actually produced a prodigy who can control twenty-four flying swords!”

Wei Qingyi, sitting next to her, said lightly, “It’s only twenty-four flying swords. She can only be called a rare talent; she’s still far from a prodigy.” (Note: ” – guǐcái” is a term meaning “prodigy/genius,” often with a connotation of being unconventional or exceptional.)

Ji Nangui’s tea, which had been raised to her mouth, was put down. As if remembering something, she said, “Yes, still far from that prodigy who could control thirty-six flying swords.”

As for who that person was, neither of them wanted to mention it.

Wei Qingyi stated, “This disciple is still young. Using twenty-four flying swords will lead to a depletion of her magical power.”

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