My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 59

In the Abyss of Nine Depths, Ming Xueqing gazed at the sword energy of the Wei Yang Sword in the distance, lowering her eyes.

She sat on the sedan chair with her legs crossed, the long scythe resting on her lap, gently stroking the dragon pattern on it.

Raising her eyes, her gray pupils were slightly bloodshot. She gave a playful smile, placed her right hand on her shoulder, slightly bent down, and bowed her head, as if performing a salute.

As if someone stood before her, she chuckled, “Welcome, Demon Lord, back to the palace.”

…

The sky was dim. In June, snowflakes began to drift down from Mount Xuanling, scattering onto the ground.

Li Shuangxing knelt on the ground, a large hole in his heart continuously gushing blood.

The Dragon Abyss Sword in his hand dropped in front of Lin Yumo, seeming to mock Lin Yumo as a joke.

At the Sword Trial Tournament, the Dragon Abyss Sword she personally gave to Li Shuangxing became the spearhead that pierced her master today, and the instigator of all this was her.

Lin Yumo forcefully raised the Drunken Immortal Sword, blocking Jiang Yunxin’s attack, and rushed toward Wei Qingyi.

“Master!”

Wei Qingyi’s Jade Bamboo Sword was stained with blood, dripping from the tip onto the cracks in the stone slab.

The swords of the three Immortal Venerables pointed at Lin Yumo but were forcefully blocked by Wei Qingyi.

“Guard Mount Xuanling well,” Wei Qingyi opened her mouth, filled with blood, and left this one sentence.

The Jade Bamboo Sword glowed with a green light, stirring emotions, and forcefully drew the three Immortal Venerables together, centered around Wei Qingyi.

“Wei Qingyi!”

“You lunatic!”

“You dare to sacrifice your blood to perish with us!”

Wei Qingyi straightened her back, twitched the corner of her mouth, and blood flowed down from it. She looked at the three Immortal Venerables before her with contempt, laughing more wildly.

“Don’t struggle, it’s useless.”

“Without Xu Mo, I, Wei Qingyi, am the chief of the sword path! No one can break my sword array!”

Immediately after, sounds of “rumble—rumble—” continuously emerged from the sword array. Inside the array, bamboo leaves flew, and streaks of sword energy shredded the bamboo leaves, causing explosions.

“Master!” Lin Yumo panicked. Jiang Yunxin’s sword slashed toward her, which she avoided by turning sideways.

Jiang Yunxin flicked her sleeve, and a flying wheel shot out, passing before Lin Yumo’s eyes. The sharp edge of the flying wheel concealed poison.

The poison liquid spun with the flying wheel. The transparent liquid, fine as rain, fell into Lin Yumo’s eyes. Two lines of bloody tears immediately flowed from Lin Yumo’s eyes.

“Jiang Yunxin!” Lin Yumo covered her eyes, enduring the pain, and dodged Jiang Yunxin’s attacks purely by instinct.

Her green robe was cut in several bloody gashes.

…

Only when the explosion inside the sword array stopped, and the array vanished, did Wei Qingyi’s figure reappear.

Her dark robe was covered in bloodstains, and a large section of her sleeve was scraped off by a sword edge, revealing her bruised and wounded arm.

She raised her eyes, looked at Shen Zhuli, and smiled with satisfaction.

The Jade Bamboo Sword lost its emerald brilliance, transforming into a pale bamboo stalk. A sword tassel gifted by Shen Zhuli was tied to the end of the bamboo.

She, Wei Qingyi, had no family, no background, no heritage. Who would forge a sword for her?

How could there be a Jade Bamboo Sword in this world?

It was merely an old bamboo stalk that became invincible when held in Wei Qingyi’s hand.

“Master!” Shen Zhuli raised the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword and rushed toward Luo Jie.

Luo Jie manipulated the Cloud Water Twelve Swords, defending against Shen Zhuli’s assault.

He stroked his beard and chuckled, “Little girl, the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword is a borrowed-power sword, with little killing power.”

“Don’t seek death. I think you should just let us up the mountain.”

“You shut up—” Shen Zhuli’s eyes were bloodshot, completely disregarding her own injuries.

Even when the Cloud Water Twelve Swords pierced her arm, she did not cry out in pain.

Luo Jie struck her chest with a palm, shattering her internal organs.

Shen Zhuli was sent flying, rolling a considerable distance on the ground.

She stood up, wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth onto the sleeve of her red robe. She bent down, picked up the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword, and cut a blood mark on her palm.

She pressed her hand onto the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword, running it along the blade. The green Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword instantly turned crimson, as red as weeping blood in the vast white snow.

“Who said the Azure Sea Tide Sound is a borrowed-power sword?”

“Ten Thousand Tides—” she pulled the corner of her mouth, uttering a low shout.

Luo Jie instantly widened his eyes, “Another lunatic seeking death!”

The Cloud Water Twelve Swords formed an array, meeting the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword.

Suddenly, the barrier formed by the Cloud Water Twelve Swords shattered, pierced by the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword.

The entire body of the Azure Sea Tide Sound Sword was inserted inch by inch into Luo Jie’s body, and after penetrating it, it shattered section by section, falling to the ground as red ice crystals.

Shen Zhuli stood swaying before Luo Jie, “I am the sword, and the sword is me…”

With that, she could no longer hold herself up. Her red robe fluttered, and she collapsed into the snow.

The Inner Court Protection Array of Mount Xuanling was withdrawn, and soon a large wave of disciples would descend.

Seeing imminent defeat, Jiang Yunxin immediately sheathed her sword and shouted to the remaining disciples, “Retreat!”

In a short while, everything ended hastily, leaving only the desolate falling snow and the chaotic Outer Court.

Mu Xuewei supported Lin Yumo, wiping the blood from her face, “Senior Sister, they… ran away.”

Lin Yumo used Mu Xuewei’s strength to steady herself, then let go of Mu Xuewei, and said faintly, “You should go.”

Mu Xuewei was stunned for a moment, not reacting, “Senior Sister, aren’t you afraid that I… will return with the Demon Clan?”

Lin Yumo’s hand tremblingly touched Mu Xuewei’s face, “I await your return…”

She couldn’t see, so she slightly tilted her head, as if sensing Mu Xuewei’s presence, “Alright, go.”

“Senior Sister, can you call me Xue’er one more time?”

“I want to hear it one last time.”

Lin Yumo pursed her lips, “Next time we meet, I will call you that again.”

Mu Xuewei looked up, placed a kiss on her lips, and before the Inner Court disciples of Mount Xuanling could arrive, she hurriedly fled the Immortal Realm, rushing toward her destined path.

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