My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 57

Lin Yumo retracted her gaze from Lu Huaiming and turned it towards Mu Xuewei.

How did she feel that the atmosphere was strange? By the way, wasn’t her little junior sister supposed to be the one being bullied?

Lin Yumo cleared her throat and began to read aloud as if she were a teacher.

Until the end of the class, no one in the study hall dared to speak. Some secretly unscrewed their water bottles, but when Mu Xuewei’s gaze fell on them, they immediately straightened their backs.

As soon as the class bell rang, the disciples sitting in the classroom scattered with a crash, like startled grasshoppers, and fled, daring not to linger in the study hall.

Only Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei were left in the study hall.

Lin Yumo crossed her legs, gave Mu Xuewei a look, “Why did they… run so fast?”

Mu Xuewei smiled, shook her head, and said gently, “I don’t know, maybe Senior Sister, you’re just too formidable.”

Lu Huaiming left the study hall and kicked the little lackey’s behind, “I think you’re f**king trying to get me killed!”

“Didn’t you know that woman is not to be messed with! Not to be messed with!”

“Qin Yang, who snatched her clothes, was stripped and beaten by her, then hung on the gate of the outer courtyard!”

“Zuo Mingxuan, who stole her money, was sold by human traffickers the next day to a rogue cultivator practicing the Demonic Path, becoming a medicinal human!”

“Wang Chu Zhao, who drugged her, was immediately dragged by the gambling house and sold into servitude, becoming a male prostitute!”

Lu Huaiming’s voice grew smaller because he had once led people to try and beat Mu Xuewei, and even privately led the entire outer courtyard of disciples to engage in a ‘wheel battle’ against her.

Unexpectedly, the little girl not only won but also beat him so badly he was utterly helpless.

If it hadn’t been for the Head of Lanshan personally stopping it at the time, Mu Xuewei would have certainly severed his tendons and hamstrung him.

He shivered involuntarily as he thought about it, then slapped the back of the little lackey’s head beside him, “Don’t ask any more, just stay far away from her in the future, and definitely don’t offend her.”

“Oh, oh, oh.”

In the main hall of Mount Xuanling, Wei Qingyi sat on a chair, her eyes on the bottom of the teacup.

She swirled the teacup and asked casually, “How exactly do the Seven Great Immortal Families plan to deal with the matter of the Battle of Deer Chase?”

“Just let it go?”

The Sect Leader stroked his beard and smiled, “Alas, Qingyi. You still have the temper of your youth.”

“What else can be done when such a thing happens in the Battle of Deer Chase? If we insist on accountability, then all the heaven’s favorites of the hundred Immortal Sects died at the border of Jiuyuan, and only your two disciples escaped.”

“Moreover, who rescued Yumo?”

“—The Immortal Family’s enemy, Mu Li, one of the Nine Kings of the Demon Race.”

“If we talk about collusion with the Demon Race, how can we, Mount Xuanling, explain ourselves clearly?”

Wei Qingyi looked up at him, her gaze moving from questioning to chilling.

What she saw was a shrinking Mount Xuanling, an Immortal Family that was about to reach its end.

Regarding the Battle of Deer Chase, the Immortal Families urgently held a summit of Sect Leaders. The meeting lasted for three days and three nights, and this was the only result.

“Sect Leader. Mu Li being the Immortal Gate’s nemesis is a matter between Immortals and Demons, but the Battle of Deer Chase was an internal conflict within the Immortal Families. If we don’t find the inner traitor within the Immortal Families, the sects are bound to repeat the same mistakes.”

“During the Immortal-Demon War, there were I, Xu Mo, Qi Shiyu, and Ji Nangui…”

“But now, the new generation of prodigies have all died at the border of Jiuyuan. If the war between Immortals and Demons breaks out now, what will we cultivators use to fight them!”

The Sect Leader stood with his hands behind his back, facing the wall, looking up at the words “Mount Xuanling.” He said, “Among the heroes of Shuanglong Valley’s generation back then, ten Immortal Venerables emerged, what a pity…”

“Of the ten Immortal Venerables, only you and Ji Nangui remain. The Immortal Gate can no longer return to its former peak—”

He turned around, his formerly straight back slumping as he relaxed his hands. He lowered his head, looked up at Wei Qingyi, and sighed, “Qingyi, you should leave.”

“My little Mount Xuanling is destined not to keep the great Buddha of Shuanglong Valley.”

He shook his head, “It’s all fate. It was your arrival at Mount Xuanling that allowed my Mount Xuanling to be ranked among the Seven Great Immortal Families. Now that the Immortal Gate is in turmoil, neither you nor I can reverse the situation. If you leave, my Mount Xuanling can be considered back on its original track, following the path it should.”

The teacup in Wei Qingyi’s hand trembled. She probably understood the Sect Leader’s meaning.

She gently placed the teacup on the table, stood up, dusted off her sleeves, and strode out of the main hall.

In the distance, gray and black smoke permeated the foot of Mount Xuanling, the location of Shili Langdang.

Wei Qingyi paused, turning her head to look at the Sect Leader, “It seems I can’t leave anymore.”

“It has already begun…”

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