My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 55

“What a joke!” Ji Nangui followed closely behind and stepped forward, “If it weren’t for a scourge appearing in your Water Cloud Heaven, how could the new generation of immortal sect prodigies have all perished?”

“Don’t forget, the last talented person who knew the Cloud Water Thirty-Six Swords died because they colluded with the demon race!”

“Now, I think your Water Cloud Heaven is about to repeat the same mistakes!”

Everyone’s eyes fell upon the Water Cloud Heaven Elder—meaning, besides Li Shuangjiang, Ban Xiao, and Jiang Lanshan, how many other people from Water Cloud Heaven were involved with the demon race!

The Water Cloud Heaven Elder clasped his hands, knowing he was at fault, and remained silent.

Qi Yuan cleared his throat and sat in the main seat, “The matter of the Demon Hunt Battle will be decided upon after consultation with the sect leaders of all immortal families.”

“It is truly regrettable that this Demon Hunt Battle ended with such a conclusion. I hope that in the future, all immortal sects will take this as a warning, and absolutely refrain from colluding with the demon race, lest they destroy their own sects!”

The Demon Hunt Battle ended, and all the major immortal sects kept silent about the matter. No one knew the outcome of the seven great immortal family sect leaders’ handling of the situation.

Outwardly, however, the seven great immortal families appeared calm, and no further incidents occurred.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest of Mount Xuanling, Lin Yumo sat beneath a pear blossom tree, polishing the Drunken Immortal Sword.

This was the newly re-forged Drunken Immortal Sword; it was even brighter than before, and its blade was sharper. As the blade flashed, it reflected Lin Yumo’s eyes.

Her gaze was somewhat serious. The white cloth in her hand was held taut and spread over the sword. She repeatedly rubbed it until the cloth was shredded by the blade, yet she did not stop.

“Yumo,” Wei Qingyi called out.

Lin Yumo came back to her senses, hastily stood up, clenched the cloth in her hand, and hid it behind her back.

Wei Qingyi looked at the tree full of pear blossoms. Her gaze slowly tracked down the branches to Lin Yumo’s face, and she asked, “When can your Path of Emotionlessness enter the ninth layer?”

Lin Yumo’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

Speaking of which, she hadn’t even entered the ninth layer before she died in her previous life, had she?

Lin Yumo shrugged her shoulders, helplessly replying, “Two years at the fastest, a few decades at the slowest. If I can’t grasp the core principle, I’m afraid I can only stop at the eighth layer for this lifetime.”

Wei Qingyi looked at her own Jade Bamboo Sword. She stood in the Purple Bamboo Forest and looked towards Mount Xuanling, “How difficult it is for any cultivator to enter the Realm of Immortal Venerable. Like Qi Yuan, the sect leader of White Emperor City, it took him sixty years to be ranked as an Immortal Venerable.”

“However,” Wei Qingyi’s eyes brightened, and the corners of her mouth curved into a smile—confident and disdainful, “Qi Shiyu took six years, I took five years, and as for Xu Mo, she…”

“Only took three years!”

She held the Jade Bamboo Sword close to her chest, turned around to look at Lin Yumo, and proudly stated, “And my disciple, Wei Qingyi’s disciple, only needs one year!”

Lin Yumo immediately felt a little guilty.

One…

One year?

In her previous life, she was stuck on the eighth layer for three years, let alone the ninth layer.

She frowned and confessed to Wei Qingyi, “Master, my little aunt said that I am not suited for cultivating the Path of Emotionlessness.”

“I wonder if I should give up the Path of Emotionlessness and start cultivating anew?”

Wei Qingyi raised an eyebrow, “The Great Dao is simple. Immortal sects have thousands of paths to cultivate, but how many people can ultimately become Venerables?”

“Each person has their own path to walk. For my generation and Qi Shiyu’s, the War of Immortals and Demons is the path we must walk.”

“There is no need to dwell too much on some matters. When you are ranked as an Immortal Venerable and look down upon all living things, you will understand.”

“Yes, Master.” Lin Yumo was somewhat bewildered.

Wei Qingyi looked at Lin Yumo’s slightly confused expression, shook her head, and said, “The Outer Sect’s Jade Head Instructor has been temporarily reassigned. Starting tomorrow, you will take over his classes.”

Lin Yumo’s head suddenly exploded. She pointed a finger at herself.

Huh? Me???

She suddenly remembered her frequent truancy, and couldn’t help but shudder, feeling inexplicably guilty.

This… isn’t this asking her to corrupt the students!

Lin Yumo had to accept the reality and resignedly asked, “Why me?”

But in the next moment, Wei Qingyi’s figure had already disappeared from the courtyard. Her voice drifted out from inside the house, “Go find a reason to draw your sword.”

A reason to draw the sword?

Lin Yumo stood in the cold wind, feeling a bit disheveled. She stared blankly at the Drunken Immortal Sword, her pupils constricting for a moment.

The reason to draw the sword.

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