My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 43

It wasn’t until a gong struck, proclaiming, “Xuanling Mountain’s Shen Zhuli—Victor—”

It was only then that Wei Qingyi smiled, brought her tea to her lips, took a sip, and, looking up again, met Ji Nangui’s gaze.

Ji Nangui immediately laughed heartily, “Oh my, your Xuanling Mountain disciples are quite good, hahaha—”

“Hahahaha—All so capable, huh—Hahahaha—”

She laughed, turning her head and squeezing into the spectator stands along with Shen Zhuli’s figure, her laughter mixed with an indiscernible hint of crying.

Shen Zhuli suddenly turned around, waving her hand high toward Wei Qingyi, as if to say, ‘Master, I won! Aren’t I amazing!’

At this moment, Ji Nangui seemed to laugh even harder, “Oh look, your disciple is even waving hello to you—Hahahaha—Aren’t you going to praise her—”

“Hahahaha—”

Wei Qingyi didn’t speak, just chuckled softly, her eyes filled with affectionate indulgence.

Ji Nangui fell silent, a tear tracing a path down her cheek, sparkling for a moment in the sunlight, lingering on her face for an instant, then falling away just as Wei Qingyi looked at Shen Zhuli, a moment the latter missed.

“Kunlun Mountain is also quite good,” Wei Qingyi praised in return.

Ji Nangui nodded, not daring to look at Wei Qingyi again.

Her hand went to her braided pigtail, her fingertips lightly scratching the bell on the red thread. The bell’s sound was clear and pleasant, but sadly, it was no longer the sound of yesteryear.

That year, when Wei Qingyi and Xu Mo went down the mountain for an adventure, she brought back two red threads with tiny bells attached for her to tie her hair.

Later, she heard from Xu Mo that Wei Qingyi had almost died down the mountain, still clutching the red threads in her hand.

She thought Wei Qingyi liked her, and in return, she searched for the best jade pendant at the time and tied it to Wei Qingyi’s sword.

Alas, her red thread was still tied to her hair, while the sword tassel on the Jade Bamboo Sword was no longer the original one.

A subtle ache gripped Ji Nangui’s heart. She slightly tilted her head to look at Wei Qingyi beside her, feeling that the person in front of her was drifting further and further away.

She didn’t know when, but the person had become tainted with the smoky scent of the mundane world.

In the early years, she was still that bold and unruly Wei Qingyi, the Wei Qingyi who would rather be a shattered jade than an intact tile, the Wei Qingyi who would never retreat even if it meant harming a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred to herself.

That person whom she looked up to, the one who called her Little Junior Sister with every breath.

Wei Qingyi had changed so much, but she was still living in the dream of the Twin Dragon Valley, refusing to wake up.

Wei Qingyi noticed Ji Nangui’s gaze and asked, “What are you looking at me for?”

“You haven’t called me Little Junior Sister in a long time,” Ji Nangui couldn’t help but say, a hint of yearning in her eyes.

Wei Qingyi found it somewhat amusing; she was an adult now, hardly “little,” let alone calling her “Little Junior Sister”—it was too cheesy.

“Silly Sword Enthusiast,” Wei Qingyi muttered softly.

Ji Nangui composed herself, forced a light-hearted laugh, and retorted, “Vicious Woman.”

Ji Nangui had been obsessed with the Way of the Sword all her life, but she had never told anyone that her obsession was due to Wei Qingyi’s Carefree One-Sword technique. She longed to surpass her, so that Wei Qingyi’s eyes would only be on her.

Her gaze fell on Shen Zhuli, observing for a long time, yet she couldn’t understand how the strength-worshiping Wei Qingyi could have such a clumsy child in her eyes.

She couldn’t figure it out. Couldn’t figure it out.

A few days passed, and the first round of the Deer-Chasing Battle was nearing its end. As the sun set, the grand list of the top two hundred disciples was posted.

The two hundred disciples who qualified would be divided into fifty groups of four, where they would compete again. Only the twenty-five winning groups would advance to the third battle—entering the borders of the Nine Abyss Killing Prison.

Shen Zhuli patted the ‘Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword’ hanging from her waist, feeling a little lost, “It’s one thing not to be in the same group as you all, but how did we become opponents…”

Lin Yumo looked at her own name on the grand list, and directly beneath her were Mu Xuewei, Li Shuangjiang, and Bei Mingzhe.

Would her group be a little too… vengeful…

She looked further down. Shen Zhuli’s group included Li Shuangxing, Ban Xiao, and Jiang Lanshan.

Hmm… besides the Poetess and Senior Brother, she didn’t know the others… she hadn’t heard of them.

Lin Yumo focused her thoughts on the two unknown opponents.

Her gaze shifted further, “Shui Yuntian.”

What a coincidence, these two people, like Li Shuangjiang, were both from Shui Yuntian (Water Cloud Heaven).

Judging by the current momentum, not only had Shui Yuntian made a surprising breakthrough, but the positions of the Seven Great Immortal Sects might also change.

“What a coincidence, Senior Sister Lin.” Li Shuangjiang pushed through the crowd, her shoulder pressing past the person behind her. “We’re actually in the same group for the second stage of the Deer-Chasing Battle.”

“I was worried I’d run into Senior Sister Lin in the main event.”

Lin Yumo smiled. It seemed Li Shuangjiang’s injury was mostly healed. Even without much worldly experience, Lin Yumo could tell this was a formality.

“Fellow Daoist Li exaggerates. With your skill in the Cloud Water Twenty-Four Swords, it would be difficult not to win, wouldn’t it?”

This excerpt sets up a compelling dynamic between Wei Qingyi and Ji Nangui, hinting at a deep, unspoken history and one-sided devotion, before shifting to the rising tension of the competition as the main character, Lin Yumo, and her friend Shen Zhuli find themselves facing tough rivals in the next round.

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