My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 46

The next day, the sky was overcast, looking as if a storm was about to break.

Lin Yumo’s mind wasn’t on the wine last night, but now that she thought about it, the drink Qi Shiyu gave her should have been Futu Wine.

It was almost laughable that the Futu Wine, hidden in the Jade Snow Peak of Mount Xuanling for decades, was now being drunk like juice by that Wine Immortal—wasn’t that a monumental waste of heavenly treasures?

Her eyelashes fluttered, and tiny raindrops fell, like pearls, dropping one by one.

She walked two steps to the side, and the rain couldn’t touch her anymore.

Heaven was truly strange, raining when it willed, yet five steps away could be a completely different scene.

“Morning, Fellow Daoist Lin.” Li Shuangjiang stood at the courtyard gate without entering, seemingly wanting to maintain some propriety.

“Morning,” Lin Yumo replied.

“Should we plan tactics?” Li Shuangjiang asked.

Lin Yumo waved her hand, inviting her in. She took a bite of the sugar pastry in her hand and sat in a chair, her mind preoccupied with unknown thoughts.

She took a sip of tea, washing down the dry sugar pastry. She washed her hands in the basin and then said, “Didn’t Fellow Daoist Li say you were certain to win when the roster was posted? Are you not so sure today? Do you need tactics?”

Li Shuangjiang was taken aback, then explained, “I have faith in Fellow Daoist Lin’s strength.”

Lin Yumo finished the sugar pastry, drank another sip of tea, and then said, “Is that so? I believe your strength is also sufficient for us to win.”

Li Shuangjiang changed the subject, “Senior Sister Lin’s sword…”

Before she could finish, Mu Xuewei walked out of the room, interrupting her, “Senior Sister, we can go.”

“Wait a moment. We’re still missing one person.”

Four against four. Lin Yumo wondered what kind of expression Bei Mingzhe would have when he saw her.

Sure enough, as soon as Bei Mingzhe came down the stairs, he froze for a moment. He was rooted to the spot like a nail, unable to go up or down, his face livid, then turning pale.

His mind was still filled with the shameless phrase, “I’ll let you have three moves,” from back then.

Was he an idiot? How did he have the nerve to say such a thing?

Lin Yumo’s emotions also subtly shifted. She forced herself to say, “If you don’t come down now, we’ll be judged as forfeiting.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Bei Mingzhe quickly ran down, slammed on the brakes in front of Lin Yumo, bowed, performed the clasping fist salute perfectly, and respectfully said, “Senior Sister Lin.”

“Let’s go.” Lin Yumo also felt a bit awkward. Fighting alongside her former defeated opponent felt… quite strange.

The gloomy sky cast a shadow over the arena, which looked murky, as if covered by black smoke.

Lin Yumo rubbed her eyes. The dimly lit sky caused her great discomfort.

Shen Zhuli held his sword and performed a clasping fist salute to Lin Yumo, “Senior Sister Lin, please show us mercy.”

Li Shuangxing also chimed in, “Junior Sister Yumo, you have to go easy on me, your Senior Brother!”

Lin Yumo blinked hard to ease the strain on her eyes, and laughed, “Got it, got it!”

“The second battle of the Deer-Hunting Contest, the third match, begins—”

Just as Lin Yumo was about to draw her sword, two daggers shot towards her. Long chains were attached to the ends of the daggers, controlled by the person holding them.

She drew her sword, deflected the two daggers, and lunged towards Li Shuangxing.

In her eyes, among the four opponents, only Li Shuangxing was worth watching. Li Shuangxing had been at Mount Xuanling the longest, was proficient in many areas, and, combined with his Dragon Abyss Sword, was definitely the most threatening opponent.

Li Shuangxing retreated a few steps, his Dragon Abyss Sword pointing at Mu Xuewei. The sword energy was wrapped in black currents, chaotic and indistinct, with white Sword Qi mixed within the currents. He said, “Little Junior Sister, be careful.”

Before Lin Yumo could get close to Li Shuangxing, the two daggers wrapped around her again. Two dark purple chains coiled around the Drunken Immortal Sword, and Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan forcibly separated Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei.

The sky grew even gloomier, thick clouds rolled, faintly mixed with the sound of thunder. The occasional raindrops now intensified into a drizzling rain, like fine silver needles.

Mu Xuewei raised her Yangshan Snow, unleashing a torrent of power that easily blocked the surging Dragon Abyss Sword energy and forced it back.

Lin Yumo faced two opponents alone, yet still spared a thought for Mu Xuewei. She watched the figure in white soaring through the air, her sword momentum restrained yet not held back, the vast, chilling air pouring out, easily shattering Li Shuangxing’s Sword Qi, and she couldn’t help but curve her lips.

She had to admit, even without awakening her demon bloodline, Mu Xuewei had great talent in the way of the sword, and her mental fortitude far surpassed her own, her Senior Sister.

Shen Zhuli, fighting two opponents, didn’t find it too difficult. After the private tutoring from their master last night, he was more than a match for Bei Mingzhe, and since Li Shuangjiang’s Cloud Water Twenty-Four Swords wasn’t suitable for close combat, she could still barely manage to dodge.

Lin Yumo, on the other hand, was entangled by the two daggers, making the Drunken Immortal Sword, which she was already unfamiliar with, even harder to wield. Moreover, the seamless cooperation between the two opponents greatly restricted Lin Yumo’s swinging space, preventing her from unleashing even one-third of the Drunken Immortal Sword’s power.

It was just that… Ban Xiao and Jiang Lanshan, despite their excellent coordination, seemed to lack a clear intent to win with their strikes. Instead, it felt as if they were merely trying to tie Lin Yumo down, almost like testing her.

A bolt of lightning struck down, hitting the tree beside the arena. The upper half of the phoenix tree violently collapsed, landing precisely in the center of the arena, dividing the platform into two halves.

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