My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 58

Black smoke billowed over Ten-Li Langdang, and continuous flames engulfed the villages and homes. Leading the group walking down the street was none other than the Sect Leader of Shuiyuntian (Water Cloud Heaven).

Behind him were people from the other six Immortal Families (or sects), including Jiang Yunxin and three other Celestial Venerables (Xianzun) from the Immortal Families.

The Shuiyuntian Sect Leader led these people, step by step, onto the stone steps of Xuanling Mountain.

The bell of Xuanling Mountain’s outer court rang, but the skill of the outer court disciples was no match for these people.

Lin Yumo, carrying the Drunken Immortal Sword (Zuixian Jian), stood above the steps. In this instant, she suddenly realized that the tragedy of her previous life did not lie in whether Mu Xuewei was a demon.

She turned to look back; the inner court of Xuanling Mountain had activated its Mountain Guardian Array (Hushan Dazhen).

Once the Mountain Guardian Array was activated, those left outside the formation could never return unless the array was broken.

Lin Yumo hovered in mid-air, her hand gripping the Drunken Immortal Sword trembling. The Hundred Immortal Sects were never truly facing the Demon Race, but rather their own Dao Hearts (moral integrity/will to cultivation).

No wonder the Immortal Families suffered such heavy losses in the Battle of Zhuolu, yet no one ever investigated.

Even Xuanling Mountain, which she was so proud of, was entangled in the Demon Race’s conspiracy. The withering trees of Ten-Li Langdang were inextricably linked to Xuanling Mountain.

The Shuiyuntian Sect Leader manipulated the Twelve Cloud-Water Swords (Yunshui Shier Jian), leveling them at the necks of Lu Huaiming and others. He said to Lin Yumo: “Little girl, don’t look at me with those eyes. Your Xuanling Mountain’s Sect Leader is also colluding with the Demon Race, you know.”

“If it weren’t for Xuan Jiu secretly pocketing the Red Stone, your Xuanling Mountain would not have fallen to this state.”

The Red Stone (Chishi) is legendary, said to be exclusive and extremely rare to the Demon Race.

The ancient Demon Venerable (Mozun) used the Red Stone to forge the Unending Sword (Weiyang Jian), leading the Demon Race to dominate one side.

In the recent Immortal-Demon War, the Demon Venerable Mu Nianci even used the Unending Sword to crush the Immortal Sects, and three of the ten Celestial Venerables contemporary with Wei Qingyi died by her hand.

A Cloud-Water Sword sliced across Lu Huaiming’s neck. Before he could even retaliate, he fell to the ground, rolling down the stone steps.

Lin Yumo could barely contain herself. She drew the Drunken Immortal Sword and lunged towards the Shuiyuntian Sect Leader, but was knocked away by a Celestial Venerable behind him just a step short of reaching him.

A single Red Stone could incite a major internal conflict among the cultivation sects—it was simply laughable.

The Twelve Cloud-Water Swords aimed at Lin Yumo. With a lift of the Shuiyuntian Sect Leader’s hand, the twelve flying swords all shot toward Lin Yumo.

Two green sword shadows arrived, their tips clashing with the Twelve Cloud-Water Swords, and the twelve flying swords instantly turned to ash and vanished.

Wei Qingyi and Shen Zhuli descended from the sky, shielding the crowd.

Wei Qingyi gripped her sword, looking down at the people. Her sword held horizontally before her, she addressed the Shuiyuntian Sect Leader: “Luo Jie, how many Celestial Venerables do the Hundred Immortal Sects have in total? Three have come today just to siege my Xuanling Mountain.”

“You really think highly of me, Wei Qingyi.”

Luo Jie raised his hand and waved. The three Celestial Venerables behind him rushed toward Wei Qingyi. “Qingyi, you still don’t understand why Xu Mo met such an end.”

Wei Qingyi touched her sword hilt. “Of course I know. Too upright, perhaps.”

“Heh—”

Wei Qingyi sighed. “The Immortal Sects are nothing more than this. If you want to fight, then fight—”

She raised her sword and engaged the three Celestial Venerables. The figures of the four clashed back and forth.

Jiang Yunxin broke away from the crowd and confronted Lin Yumo, every move aiming for Lin Yumo’s life.

The disciples of the Immortal Families surrounded Mu Xuewei and Wanshan, preventing them from assisting Lin Yumo.

A figure stumbled down the distant hillside. Judging by his build and the Dragon Abyss Sword (Longyuan Jian) in his hand, it was Li Shuangxing.

Li Shuangxing, excitedly holding his sword, cried out, “Junior Sister Lin, I’ve come to help you…”

He stood by Lin Yumo, but after only blocking two attacks from Jiang Yunxin for her, he was already exhausted and completely suppressed by Jiang Yunxin.

Jiang Yunxin’s sword slashed toward Li Shuangxing. Seeing that Li Shuangxing could not dodge, Lin Yumo grabbed his collar and threw him toward Wei Qingyi.

“Senior Brother, hurry and leave!”

She thought that with Wei Qingyi’s strength, she would surely be able to protect Li Shuangxing.

This proved true; Wei Qingyi pulled Li Shuangxing behind her, guarding him while she single-handedly blocked the three Venerable-level cultivators.

“Puchi,” a sound like tearing silk rang out. The black Dragon Abyss Sword, imbued with a fierce, murderous aura, pierced through Wei Qingyi’s body.

“Li Shuangxing!” Lin Yumo’s Drunken Immortal Sword parried Jiang Yunxin’s attack, but she watched helplessly as Li Shuangxing plunged the Dragon Abyss Sword into Wei Qingyi.

“Master!” Shen Zhuli rushed toward Wei Qingyi but was blocked by the Immortal Sect disciples.

Li Shuangxing pulled out the Dragon Abyss Sword, his hands trembling violently as he pointed the sword at Lin Yumo. “I am Li Shuangxing! I was supposed to be the rightful heir of Xiaoxing Pavilion! It’s all ruined! It’s all ruined!”

He walked toward Lin Yumo in a frenzy, his eyes bloodshot.

He always remembered the sight of Xu Mo killing people one step at a time on that rainy night.

It was a memory that haunted his dreams countless times.

Hidden behind the door panel was not just Li Shuangjiang, but also him, Li Shuangxing.

If Li Shuangjiang had not failed, why would he need to personally kill Lin Yumo?

He held the sword, inching closer to Lin Yumo, who was completely unable to move under the threat of Jiang Yunxin’s blade.

“Sister!” Mu Xuewei cried out. Her hands were bound by iron chains, and she couldn’t break free.

“Sister!” Mu Xuewei’s gray pupils grew paler and shallower. She tightly gripped her sword, forcefully snapping the iron chains on her arms, and whispered a low command:

“Unending!”

The peach-wood sword around Mu Xuewei’s neck hung in mid-air. Cracks appeared on its surface, and it instantly burst open, revealing the black-and-red sword body inside.

“Go!”

Before anyone could react, the Unending Sword shot straight into Li Shuangxing’s heart.

Luo Jie was the first to react. Pointing at Mu Xuewei, he exclaimed: “You actually possess the Unending Sword!”

“You are a member of the Demon Race!”

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