My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 61

There was a great upheaval at Xuanling Mountain. At Lin Yumo’s request, the Outer Sect Head, Wanshan, took on the role of Sect Leader of Xuanling Mountain.

The cultivation world was left reeling after suddenly losing four Immortal Venerables, causing the immortal sects to become restless.

Xiao Tang followed Lin Yumo into Jingxue Peak.

She trailed behind Lin Yumo and said faintly, “You don’t have to pretend in front of me.”

Lin Yumo spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to her knees, no longer having the strength to stand.

“Third Master, how much did you know about Xuan Jiu’s collusion with the Demon Race?”

Xiao Tang replied, “I’m sorry, little Yumo.”

“I didn’t know the Sect Leader was colluding with the Demon Race, nor did I know he had reached some agreement with the other six great immortal families.”

“It’s just…” She reached out to help Lin Yumo stand up, but Lin Yumo dodged her hand.

Lin Yumo sat on the ground, leaning back, using her hands to brace herself and move away from Xiao Tang. “It’s just that you told him about Xue Wei having the Demonic Meridian in her body, right?”

She gasped, completely defeated and sprawled in the snow.

“Third Master, you promised me.”

“You clearly promised me you wouldn’t tell anyone about her true identity.”

Lin Yumo wanted to cry, but her eyes were already numb; she couldn’t even shed a tear.

Lin Yumo struggled to her feet, leaning on the Zuixian Sword, and staggered up the mountain.

Xiao Tang’s figure flickered and she was already blocking Lin Yumo’s path, grabbing her hand. “Lin Yumo! You forcibly broke through to the Ninth Realm and are now suffering the backlash, your realm must have plummeted.”

“Forget me, even those Outer Court disciples could come and kill you.”

Lin Yumo twitched her lips and let out a bitter laugh. “There are no Outer Court disciples left.”

“Third Master,” she forcefully pulled her hand away, “No, Third Elder, I beg you to spare Yumo.”

She laughed maniacally, stumbling step by step toward Jingxue Peak.

Xiao Tang followed close behind her. Lin Yumo took a step, and she took a step.

Perhaps because Lin Yumo’s realm had fallen drastically, she couldn’t sense the person behind her, or perhaps she did, but had nothing left to say.

After an unknown period, she finally reached the peak of Jingxue Peak and collapsed onto the snow, facing the white sky.

Born again, she wanted to change the ending of her previous life. She didn’t want Xuanling Mountain to be destroyed by the Demon Race, but she never expected that the culprit was Xuanling Mountain itself.

She felt the warmth inside her body slowly draining away, her limbs numb, and her ears ringing.

She was alone. Her Senior Brother had betrayed her, her Master had died, Zhuli had died in a lovers’ pact, and Xue Wei had returned to Jiuyuan.

She thought the only one she could trust, her Third Master, had also tipped the scales early on.

Having forcibly broken through the Ninth Realm of the Ruthless Dao and now suffering the backlash, perhaps it was best to just die here on Jingxue Peak.

The hundred immortal families were rotten and riddled with deceit. She no longer had the strength to salvage anything.

From the small Shuiyun Sky to the grand Baidi City, how many were truly left alone?

A snowflake landed on her eyelash, and with a slight flutter of her lashes, she was too exhausted to think further and fainted.

The Demonic Race’s Jiuyuan Shayu (Aura Domain)

Mu Xuewei sat in the Demon Race’s palace, already changed into a clean white robe. Her three thousand silver hairs cascaded casually to her waist, with a hair tie dangling in her hair, inscribed with the words “The Great Dao Has Feelings.”

Ming Xueqing stood beside her. If one didn’t look closely, they might mistake the two for twins.

“Xue’er, long time no see. How does it feel to return to the Demon Palace?”

Mu Xuewei looked up at her, speaking faintly, “Why did you choose Xuanling Mountain as your target?”

She tilted her head, finding a comfortable position to lean on the chair.

She didn’t care how many lives were lost at Xuanling Mountain, nor did she care about Wei Qingyi’s life or death. She only cared that their deaths would make her Senior Sister sad.

That’s why she was displeased.

Ming Xueqing walked down the steps one by one and sat on a chair below. “I didn’t choose Xuanling Mountain.”

“It was Xuanling Mountain that chose to fall into the trap.”

“Just a Crimson Stone was enough to make the immortal families fight to the death.”

“Don’t you think I was helping them? Without me, how would they know that the hearts of the immortal people are scattered?”

Mu Xuewei smiled but said nothing.

She knew that Ming Xueqing was a madwoman.

She only did what she thought was right.

Mu Xuewei asked, “Didn’t the Immortal and Demon Races sign a hundred-year alliance?”

“Do you want them to fight their way into the Demon Race territory?”

Ming Xueqing sneered. “You say I instigated this disaster, where is your evidence?”

Her gray pupils were tinged with yellow in the candlelight. “Xue’er, you are the Demon Venerable. If you are so soft-hearted, how can you revitalize the Demon Race?”

“Furthermore, the Demon Race was defeated in the war between Immortals and Demons, which is why the hundred-year alliance was signed.”

“But if we fight now, I don’t believe the Demon Race will lose again. If that happens, the ones signing the hundred-year alliance will certainly not be us.”

Mu Xuewei closed her eyes. In her previous life, she spent sixty years in the Demon Race, followed Ming Xueqing’s words, and unified the cultivation sects, but it meant nothing.

War burned through the land, and perhaps Mu Li also died in that war, which is why someone brought back the Jimi Wheel.

Demon Race forces were stationed in the cultivation sects, burning, killing, looting, and committing endless atrocities. She sat on the throne, knowing everything, yet tacitly approved of the demon army’s aggression.

She sighed heavily, “Ming Xueqing.”

“My mother died because of the war between Immortals and Demons.”

“You know better than I do her attitude towards the cultivation sects.”

“As the previous Demon Venerable, she never thought of invading the immortal realm. She always intended for us to keep to our own territories.”

At this, Ming Xueqing’s long scythe was already held against Mu Xuewei’s neck, and she shouted fiercely, “Enough!”

“Do you think I don’t dare to kill you?”

“You merely have her blood flowing through your veins. Otherwise, you’re so foolish, you would have died that night in Baidi City!”

Mu Xuewei showed no fear, but instead pressed her neck further onto the blade. “Who is she? My mother? Mu Nianci?”

She smiled. “Then come and kill me—”

“Without me, could you enter the Eighteen Caves beneath Jiuyuan—” Mu Xuewei’s voice was soft, as if she were whispering a secret to Ming Xueqing, but her eyes were full of contempt.

“How do you know about the Eighteen Caves!” Ming Xueqing’s hand, gripping the scythe, tensed, and the outer edge of the blade already cut Mu Xuewei’s skin.

Mu Xuewei raised an eyebrow, smiling as she looked at Ming Xueqing.

It was only in this life that she realized Ming Xueqing’s feelings for her were never a mother’s love for her child. All she had was the feeling of reminiscing about someone through her, and the rest was utilization.

The palace doors slowly opened, and a figure in red walked in, her silver armor reflecting the outside sunlight.

She was followed by another person, tall and slender, dressed in white.

The palace doors closed. Ming Xueqing had already flashed to the foot of the steps when Mu Li entered, standing politely below.

“Youbai, pay respects to Her Highness,” Mu Li said coldly.

Youbai pursed her lips, a streak of a scar on her pale cheek. “Your Highness.”

Mu Xuewei narrowed her eyes and waved her hand at her. “Come closer, let me see you.”

Youbai glanced at Mu Li, and only after receiving Mu Li’s approving gaze did she walk slowly forward and crouch by Mu Xuewei’s side.

Perhaps feeling that this was not enough, Youbai knelt on both knees in front of Mu Xuewei, lifted her eyes, and looked at Mu Xuewei with tearful eyes.

“Aunt Mu, this little girl looks a bit like you,” Mu Xuewei used two fingers to lift Youbai’s face, with a hint of warning, as if reminding Mu Li of something.

Mu Li frowned and brushed the silver armor on her body. “I have news from Xuanling Mountain. Does Your Highness wish to hear it?”

Mu Xuewei withdrew her hand from Youbai’s face, lifted her eyelashes to look at Mu Li, and said coldly, “Speak.”

“Lin Yumo has entered the Venerable Realm.”

“Unfortunately,”

“She’s blind.”

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