My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 53

The Jade Bamboo Sword descended from the sky, meeting the long scythe.

Pale green sword energy echoed through the peach blossom forest, causing the blossoms along its path to fall, swirling around Wei Qingyi.

The scythe in Ming Xueqing’s hand spun, its momentum throwing the Jade Bamboo Sword back as she retracted her strike.

She closed her eyes and calmly, unhurriedly, reapplied the white veil over them.

“Xu Mo is dead, and Qi Shiyu is also dead,” she gathered the black robe around her, facing the blood moon in the sky. It seemed as though she could see it clearly, even through the white veil.

She took a deep breath and slowly said, “Someone must pay for the revenge of a murdered spouse.”

“In that case…” Her expression sharpened, and the long scythe in her hand swept past Wei Qingyi, aiming straight for Lin Yumo’s neck. “Let’s choose the inheritor of the Drunken Immortal Sword!”

Lin Yumo stood beneath the peach tree, utterly unable to move. Even Wei Qingyi, who intended to rush over, was not as swift as usual.

Ming Xueqing’s figure flashed, returning steadily to the peach tree where she had been moments before.

The long scythe returned to Ming Xueqing’s hand, its edge already stained with blood.

The injured person was not Lin Yumo, but Mu Xuewei.

Ming Xueqing tilted her head, unable to help but curse under her breath, “Idiot.”

People from the Seven Great Immortal Families rushed over. They drew their swords, surrounding Ming Xueqing.

Ming Xueqing, however, was not at all flustered. She curled her lips into a disdainful smile.

She swung the long scythe in her hand, and the surrounding peach trees were consecutively severed at the trunk, crashing toward the crowd. The soil in which the peach trees were planted also flew up three feet high. The entire peach blossom forest instantly became chaotic and smoky.

When the dust settled, the peach blossom forest had become a bare wasteland, and Ming Xueqing had long vanished from the Immortals’ sight.

In the Demon Palace of the Nine Abyss Killing Domain, Mu Li sat on a chair, toying with the Wheel of Annihilation in her hand.

Ming Xueqing stood in front of the Demon Lord’s seat.

She had already shed her black cloak, revealing a cascade of silver hair and a white robe, as if she had stepped out of a painting.

“Hey! Did the Immortal Families see your eyes?” Mu Li smiled, looking as if she were enjoying a joke.

Ming Xueqing sat on the Demon Lord’s seat, slowly stroking the armrest of the chair. Her fingernails traced the dragon pattern over and over, seemingly nostalgic for someone.

She didn’t engage with Mu Li’s question, but instead said coldly, “I almost killed the successor of the Drunken Immortal Sword.”

Mu Li knew that when she found Lin Yumo by the Nine Abyss border, the girl was holding the Drunken Immortal Sword.

She raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, “Because your good daughter stood in front of her?”

Ming Xueqing lay sideways on the chair, her right hand propping up her head. Her lustrous silver hair trailed on the ground. She looked at Mu Li languidly, “Immortal-Demon romance.”

“I only heard of this kind of drama in story scripts before. Isn’t it interesting to witness it firsthand now?”

“Lunatic,” Mu Li muttered under her breath. “I thought you were being generous out of love for a related person.”

Mu Li nodded to herself, “Right, if you, Ming Xueqing, could be generous out of love for a related person, you wouldn’t be you.”

She stood up, single-handedly lifting the silver armor, and walked openly toward the hall entrance.

“A-Li,” Ming Xueqing called out to her.

Mu Li stopped in her tracks, turning sideways to look back at Ming Xueqing. The faint candlelight illuminated half of her profile. One eye was purple in the light, and the other was black in the dimness.

“Something wrong?” she asked.

Ming Xueqing gently scraped the edge of the long scythe with her fingertip, completely disregarding the fact that her fingertip had started to bleed upon touching the scythe.

“You could have saved the successor of the Drunken Immortal Sword, right?”

“With your mastery of the Evil Ghost Dao, it would be no trouble at all to spend half your cultivation to save a little girl.”

“Yet you deliberately allowed Qi Shiyu to take her back, exchanging one life for another.”

“The Hundred Immortal Sects lost an Immortal Venerable, and not only did you win favor with the little girl, but you also easily got rid of a love rival…”

Mu Li squinted her eyes, looking at Ming Xueqing sitting in the darkness. Her white robes shimmered, noticeably bright even in the dimness.

“I don’t consider the next sect leader of White Emperor City a love rival.”

“Besides, isn’t it good to eliminate a threat to the Demon Clan?”

Ming Xueqing licked the wound on her fingertip and said coldly, “Oh, I see. You’re avenging Xu Mo.”

Mu Li turned around, her back to Ming Xueqing. The palace gates abruptly opened, letting in a shaft of sunlight that struck her red clothing, brilliant like maple leaves.

“Before the Immortal-Demon War, I already said that if Qi Shiyu dared to betray her, I would personally take his life.”

With that, Mu Li strode out.

The darkness in the palace was illuminated by the daylight. Ming Xueqing raised her hand to block the dazzling sun. A sliver of light was allowed into her gray eyes through the gaps between her fingers. The gray mist inside seemed to be dispelled for an instant, revealing a moment of clarity.

It was only for an instant before she personally closed the palace gates, and the palace reverted to darkness.

She lowered her gaze, rubbing her temples with two fingers.

She sat up. She was alone in the enormous palace, with only the candlelight beside her still burning.

With a wave of her hand, a white piece of paper landed in front of her. She touched the paper with the residual blood on her fingertip.

The white paper suddenly lit up, and as she spoke, several lines of light red text appeared on the paper.

[A-Nian, I miss you very much.

Today, I saw her in White Emperor City. Apart from those gray eyes, she looks very much like you. The ethereal and gentle temperament, the detachment and pity in her brow—they are all manifested in her.

She stood in front of a young girl today, which reminded me of you again.

When you were young, you also stubbornly stood in front of me like that, shielding me from several calamities that I couldn’t endure.

The first time I saw her, I wanted to forcefully bring her back. But then I remembered that, after all, you personally sent her out of the Demon Clan for so many years just to keep her away from me. Although I still found her, I want to wait for her to return voluntarily.

You say, isn’t this fate?

A-Nian, many years have passed since the Immortal-Demon War, and you have been away from me for many years. I miss you so much. Can you come back and see me?

Just once.

Don’t be so heartless.]

Just let me dream of you once in my dreams.

Ming Xueqing wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. She raised her hand, and the white paper began to burn from the bottom edge.

By the time the white paper was completely burnt, her figure instantly disappeared within the palace.

She stood at the very top of the palace, overlooking the entire Nine Abyss, and murmured, “We can begin now.”

In White Emperor City, Lin Yumo was constantly monitored by Mu Xuewei for taking medicine.

Not only that, but every dose of medicine was personally brewed by Mu Xuewei in the bitterest way possible, without giving her any sugar.

Lin Yumo sat timidly in the corner of the bed, “Little Junior Sister, my injury is really healed.”

She stretched her arm, “Look, look, I am completely well now.”

“I really don’t need to drink any more. If I drink any more, I’ll turn into charcoal.”

Mu Xuewei restrained her expression, stubbornly holding the medicine bowl, “Drink.”

Seeing Mu Xuewei’s serious expression, Lin Yumo suddenly felt scared. She immediately slumped her shoulders and took the medicine bowl. But after only a moment of softness, she said, “One piece of crisp sugar.”

“Otherwise, I won’t drink it.”

Mu Xuewei didn’t say anything, only standing by the bed, intently staring at Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo tentatively took a small sip, then begged in a low voice, “Just one piece, just one piece of sugar, okay?”

“Drink it first, then we’ll talk.”

Lin Yumo lowered her head, chugging the medicine clean, and showed the bottom of the bowl to Mu Xuewei, “Finished drinking.”

Mu Xuewei took the bowl, pulled out a piece of crisp sugar wrapped in brown paper from her waist, and handed it over, “Only one piece.”

“Mmm… okay then.” Lin Yumo swallowed the crisp sugar with a smile.

Her gaze followed the window eaves outward, where the ground was covered with decaying peach tree branches and peach petals that had turned into red mud.

By next spring, this ten-mile peach blossom forest would become a barren wilderness.

Lin Yumo lowered her head, a hint of hatred in her eyes.

She didn’t hate Ming Xueqing for destroying the peach blossom forest, but rather the Hundred Immortal Sects.

Li Shuangjiang had dealings with the Demon Clan, and Water Cloud Heaven could not have been unaware.

Not to mention Water Cloud Heaven, it was unknown how many people within the Seven Great Immortal Families had dealings with the Demon Clan.

This includes Xuanling Mountain.

Starting with the Butterfly Demon, the trajectory of the previous life changed when Mu Xuewei became the master’s disciple.

The Withered Celestial Tree also mutated and grew under the ten-mile corridor of Xuanling Mountain.

Even the Taizhu grass was planted at the border of the Immortal and Demon Realms.

She didn’t believe that the Immortal Families hadn’t discovered the forbidden drug Taizhu grass after all this time.

Lin Yumo closed her eyes. She suddenly felt that there was no one behind her; no one could be trusted.

She subconsciously reached for the sword at her waist, only to find that her little mother had handed the Drunken Immortal Sword to someone else to be reforged.

Thus, a feeling of desolation and helplessness ascended together, entwining itself within this barren peach blossom forest, lingering endlessly.

Dark clouds gathered over White Emperor City, with purple lightning constantly rolling inside.

The side hall of White Emperor City enshrined the memorial tablets of the deceased members of the Seven Great Immortal Families. After every Battle for the Deer, the chosen disciples would be called to the side hall to offer incense and pay respects together.

However, this time was slightly different. Most of the disciples who entered the border of the Nine Abyss Killing Domain died inside.

Except for Mu Xuewei and Lin Yumo.

The elders of the various Immortal Sects stood in front of the memorial tablets, some stroking their beards in contemplation, others shaking their fans watching the drama. Only a handful truly felt regret for the deceased disciples.

And behind this crisis, how many people present had already turned their hearts toward the Demon Clan?

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck, hitting the memorial tablet of Water Cloud Heaven in the corner.

Before the elders could extinguish the fire, the flame on Water Cloud Heaven’s tablet instantly spread, burning all the memorial tablets in the entire side hall to ashes.

Lin Yumo stood near the doorway, her eyes wide.

Logically speaking, even if lightning caused a fire, it shouldn’t spread so quickly.

And how did a single bolt of lightning precisely burn the tablets clean and then extinguish itself?

Could someone have intentionally set the fire?

Lin Yumo raised her head, squinting her eyes, only to find that the gazes of the many Immortal Family elders were all directed at her.

Lin Yumo: ???

Ah? What… what does this mean?

Sect Leader Qi, imposing his spiritual pressure, was the first to speak, “Kneel down.”

Lin Yumo frowned. It wasn’t until Sect Leader Qi’s spiritual pressure made her breathless that she realized he was telling her to kneel.

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