My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 49

Lin Yumo squinted her eyes, looking at the distant red and purple disc. Only after a long while could she clearly see the runes at its center.

This was a Blood Sacrifice Array.

Could this Demon clan be so ruthless as to kill all the immortal cultivators in Luosha Forest? This would undoubtedly provoke a war between the Immortal and Demon clans.

No, the source of the spiritual power and the formation’s technique suggest it belongs to the Immortal clan.

The large red array is a Blood Sacrifice; the large purple array is for restraining… Sword Cultivators!!

The two arrays overlap, slowly pressing in from the north side of Luosha Forest.

This is…

Coming straight for her!

It was Li Shuangjiang. The moment Lin Yumo tackled her, Li Shuangjiang must have already ripped off her jade pendant.

She turned around, looked at Mu Xuewei, and said gently, “Junior Sister, may I borrow something from you?”

“What is it?”

“Your… protective charm.”

Mu Xuewei was stunned, taking a moment to realize what Lin Yumo meant by “protective charm.”

She took the Unending Sword from around her neck and handed it to Lin Yumo. “It’s just a peach wood sword for warding off evil. If Senior Sister likes it, you can keep it.”

Lin Yumo took it. Before Mu Xuewei could react, she used a burst of spiritual power to shatter Mu Xuewei’s jade pendant. “Let’s go.”

“Senior Sister!”

Purple locking chains emerged from the disc, spreading out to ensnare the immortal disciples and hang them high.

One of the chains was heading straight for Lin Yumo.

She cut the chain, leaped out of the cave, and found Li Shuangjiang waiting for her outside.

“Daoist Friend Lin, what a pleasant coincidence. I’ve been waiting a long time.”

“We have no grievances. What is the meaning of this?”

“No grievances?” Li Shuangjiang laughed. “When Xu Mo massacred the Soaring Star Pavilion all those years ago, how many of those people had no grievances with her? Yet they all died under her sword.”

Li Shuangjiang laughed hysterically, her eyes red, filled with brutality and mockery, completely unlike the well-mannered Water Cloud Sky disciple she usually was.

She thought back, the malice in her eyes growing heavier.

—Twenty Years Ago, a Rainy Night, a Killing Day.

The windows of Soaring Star Pavilion were blown open by a fierce gust of wind. The glass filaments hanging from the rafters rattled, causing the glass bottles tied to their ends to clang against each other, producing a clear sound.

One person, one umbrella, one sword, step by step, climbed the city wall of Soaring Star Pavilion. The rain struck the oil-paper umbrella, making a dull sound.

The Kunwu Sword was fastened to Xu Mo’s waist. Raindrops dripped from the umbrella onto the tail of the scabbard, briefly flashing across the exposed cold light before splashing onto the flagstones.

Inside Soaring Star Pavilion, a long-haired woman seemed to sense something. She hastily grabbed a half-length purple staff, lifted a secret panel in the bookcase, stepped inside, and hid.

“Who dares trespass on my Soaring Star Pavilion!” The guard disciples crossed two swords in front of Xu Mo.

Xu Mo lifted her eyelids. Her hand slightly raised the umbrella, and her gaze traveled past the umbrella ribs to the high-hanging plaque that read “Soaring Star Pavilion.”

She pulled the sword from her waist and tossed it to one of the disciples. “I want to see Yao Qi. Tell her to come out.”

Her tone was completely flat, revealing no emotion, yet the only thing one could ascertain was that she was certainly not here as a guest.

She casually tossed out half an incense stick, which stabbed directly into the Soaring Star Pavilion plaque—a blatant provocation. “I will only wait for the time it takes this half-stick of incense to burn. If she doesn’t come out, I will find her myself.”

The disciple, sensing the gravity of the situation, respectfully took the Kunwu Sword and hurried up to the Soaring Star Pavilion.

“Sect Leader Yao? Sect Leader Yao?”

“Sect Leader Yao?”

The candlelight in the room suddenly dimmed. The disciple found it odd; Elder Yao usually stayed in the Soaring Star Pavilion.

She mumbled something under her breath, planning to turn and leave to search for Yao Qi elsewhere.

“Shh—” With a sound, the sword in her hand was drawn from its sheath.

“Pfft,” a sound like tearing silk. A sword ran directly through the disciple’s neck, from the back of the neck to the throat, instantly extinguishing her life.

Yao Qi drew the sword out. Fresh, bright-red blood was dripping from the Kunwu Sword.

She took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood that had splattered onto the back of her hand, and curved her lips into a smile.

Just as the half-stick of incense was about to burn out, Xu Mo lowered her gaze and lifted her foot. Before she could take the first step up the staircase, the gates of Soaring Star Pavilion opened, and thousands of disciples poured out, completely surrounding Xu Mo.

Yao Ran folded her arms and chuckled. “I hear that Sister Xu Mo has just given birth. I wonder if your body has recovered yet?”

Xu Mo’s hand, holding the umbrella, trembled, and her eyes filled with malice. “Yao Qi, how dare you even bring it up? If not for your schemes and tricks, how would I have married Lin Yang?”

And how could I have been separated from the one I love?

She pursed her lips and looked up at Yao Qi. “Today, I am here to kill you.”

She stood on the flagstones, scanning the disciples surrounding her one by one, then addressed Yao Qi, “If you are willing to come and accept your death, all your disciples can live.”

“Hahahaha—” Yao Ran rested her chin on her fingers and said, “Just you, Xu Mo, alone?”

“Just me, Xu Mo, alone.”

“Hahaha—” Yao Qi sneered. “Xu Mo, Xu Mo. Even if you are a prodigy of the sword, the world’s number one, facing a thousand of my Soaring Star Pavilion disciples, I doubt you can escape death.”

She waved her hand, and the disciple who had just been killed plummeted from the Soaring Star Pavilion building, falling heavily beside Xu Mo, the Kunwu Sword still stuck in her throat.

Xu Mo watched the scene, took a deep breath, and said faintly, “The person was not killed by me.”

She extended her hand, and the Kunwu Sword pulled itself out of the disciple’s throat and returned to her hand.

She took out a cyan embroidered handkerchief to wipe the dirty blood from the sword.

Yao Qi declared, “Xu Mo murdered a Soaring Star Pavilion disciple; she must be executed! Kill her!”

Xu Mo took one step up the stairs, and the disciples surrounding her also took a step back.

“Today, I only wish to kill Yao Qi. Those who retreat may live.” She walked up step by step, gradually approaching Yao Qi.

However, none of the disciples surrounding her seemed willing to leave.

She stopped, looking at the cold light of the silver swords. Her own eyes were reflected on the blade—dull, dim, and expressionless.

She couldn’t help but let out a sneering laugh, her voice gaining a slight tremor, “Oh, I understand.”

“You all want to die.”

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