My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 60

The disciples of the Inner Court of Xuanling Mountain came down holding their swords, looking like they were ready for a desperate fight.

They surrounded Wanshan and Lin Yumo, completely cutting off their path.

The disciples consciously made way, and the Sect Leader, Xuan Jiu, emerged from the middle, followed by Xiao Tang.

He stood with his hands behind his back, looking down and asking, “When I was on Xuanling Mountain, I saw a trace of demonic energy here. I saw that kind of demonic energy many years ago, during the War between Immortals and Demons.”

“That was the demonic energy of the Wewei Sword.”

“And now, our Xuanling Mountain’s only Cloud Shadow Immortal Venerable is also dead by a demon’s sword, and the Immortal Families who supported our Xuanling Mountain have suffered countless casualties.”

He took a step forward, closer to Lin Yumo, “Yet, the two of you survived this storm. Tell me, did you collude with the Demon Race! Is it you who killed Qingyi!”

Lin Yumo closed her eyes, and streaks of bloody tears ran down her cheeks onto the snow. She showed a bitter, self-mocking smile.

In the end, she had become the traitor of Xuanling Mountain.

Xuan Jiu accused her of colluding with the Demon Race, killing her Master, and harming her fellow Immortal disciples.

She opened her blood-stained mouth and laughed, “Xuan Jiu, oh Xuan Jiu, you’ve thought everything through. Embezzling the Red Stone, colluding with the Demon Race, abandoning fellow disciples to their fate—which of these things isn’t something you did?”

Xuan Jiu stroked his beard and revealed a benevolent smile, “I truly don’t know what you are talking about!”

“When you were young, to prevent you from being consumed by inner demons, the precious Fu Tu wine of my Jingxue Peak was used to save your life. Is this how you repay our Xuanling Mountain?”

“Also, Mu Xuewei is an orphan of the Demon Race!” Xuan Jiu leaned in close to Lin Yumo’s ear and whispered, “She should have just run away, right? With injuries on her body, how far can she run…”

He turned and gave a look to his disciples, “The few of you, go and bring her back to me!”

“Yes!”

“Who dares!” Lin Yumo instantly lunged forward, blocking those disciples.

Two lines of dried blood tears stained her face. She tore off a piece of cloth from her clothes and tied it over her eyes to shield herself from the discomfort caused by the sunlight.

She hovered in the air, drew her Zui Xian Sword, and countless snowflakes suspended in the air, transforming into long, slender ice awls.

All the metal across Xuanling Mountain trembled, even the bamboo left by Wei Qingyi shook along with it.

For a moment, the world was vast and white; the wind and snow concealed Lin Yumo’s figure, and the sound of swords being drawn rang out continuously.

In the blink of an eye, the wind and snow cleared, revealing Lin Yumo’s figure. Behind her, thousands of sword blades were suspended, along with daggers formed from ice and snow.

“Ninth realm of the Path of Emotionlessness!” Wanshan was shocked, “She has entered the Venerable Realm…”

Lin Yumo slightly lowered her head, as if she could see Xuan Jiu. With a sweep of her hand, the bamboo quickly pierced through Xuan Jiu’s body and then retreated, leaving a bloody hole.

Lin Yumo looked down from above and said, “Now, Xuanling Mountain has two choices.”

“Either become my enemy, or acknowledge me as your Venerable.”

Outside the borders of Nine Abyss, a large army of demons gathered, led by Ming Xueqing. Standing beside her were two people, Mu Li and Qiu Ruixi.

She stood on top of the sedan chair, watching the distant flames of war. She raised her hand to smooth her silver hair, a red rose clipped to her ear.

She smiled, staring at a secluded, dark path in the distance. Golden fallen trees stood tall on both sides, and golden branches drooped to the ground. Although they were a dull withered yellow, they appeared golden in the night.

A white-robed figure gradually emerged from the darkness. She was equipped with two swords, Yangshan Xue and Weiyang.

The white robe was stained with blood, and the hem of her skirt was torn and covered with mud.

Mu Xuewei walked step by step to the sedan chair and looked up at Ming Xueqing sitting high above.

Ming Xueqing crossed her legs and scrutinized Mu Xuewei from top to bottom for a long time. She didn’t look like she was smiling, but there was a slight curve to her mouth.

“Xue’er,” she called Mu Xuewei.

Mu Xuewei looked at her with cold eyes, her hand resting on the Weiyang Sword, “In my hand is the Weiyang Sword.”

Ming Xueqing understood her meaning, uncrossed her legs, and stepped out of the sedan chair. She stood in front of Mu Xuewei and said, “I have been awaiting the Demon Lord for a long time.”

Immediately after, Mu Li and Qiu Ruixi both bowed, saying, “Welcome the Demon Lord back to Nine Abyss.”

Mu Xuewei looked at Qiu Ruixi, who was bowed there, and narrowed her eyes. The person who wanted to kill her back then was now standing before her to congratulate her.

It felt inevitably like crocodile tears.

And Ming Xueqing, she knew even more clearly what kind of maniac she was.

She would stop at nothing to achieve her goals.

In her previous life, she had spent sixty years in the Demon Race and had heard many of Ming Xueqing’s “heroic deeds”—killing her father and mother, and using her own sister as a medicinal dummy to refine Kuai.

She didn’t believe that Ming Xueqing would help her.

Before Mu Xuewei spoke to bid them rise, Qiu Ruixi had already straightened up first. She folded her arms and looked at Mu Xuewei, “If the Demon Lord has nothing else, I will take my leave.”

Before Mu Xuewei could nod, Qiu Ruixi softly commanded, “Golden Scorpion.”

She sprang up, sat on the back of the Bitailed Golden Scorpion, rolled her eyes at Mu Xuewei, and tapped the bamboo flute in her hand twice on the scorpion’s back, “Let’s go.”

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