My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 62

At the peak of Jingxue Peak on Xuanling Mountain, a wooden hut was built.

Lin Yumo, with her eyes covered by a black cloth, sat by the window, reaching out to catch the falling snow outside the window sill.

The snowflakes shimmered silvery, landing on her fingertips, and she softly sighed, “Mu Xuewei, it’s snowing.”

With a creak, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and Xiao Tang (Third Elder) walked in, holding a bowl of medicine, and handed it to Lin Yumo through the window.

Lin Yumo took it, placing the bowl on the window sill. “Third Elder, it’s useless. Blindness is blindness, and a drop in cultivation level is a drop in cultivation level.”

Xiao Tang looked at her, feeling some heartache. “If we could find the Heavenly Mountain Lotus, your eyes might be saved.”

“It’s a pity…”

“It’s a pity that the Heavenly Mountain Lotus has long been extinct…”

Lin Yumo reached out to touch the black cloth over her eyes and smiled with a sense of relief. “Third Elder, I hope you can find a way to keep the matter of my dropped cultivation level a secret. After all, Xuanling Mountain relies on this empty shell of mine to sustain itself.”

“Yumo, you… you can still re-cultivate the Path of Emotionlessness,” Xiao Tang frowned, moving closer to the window but not daring to touch Lin Yumo’s hand.

Lin Yumo smiled. “The Path of Emotionlessness, ah…”

She shook her head, reaching out to feel for the window frame, indicating she wanted him to leave. “The Path of Emotionlessness was never what I wanted; it was forced upon me by Xu Mo.”

“Elder Xiao.” Lin Yumo emphasized these words, as if reminding Xiao Tang of the barrier between them. “I’m tired. Please leave first.”

The wooden window closed in front of Xiao Tang, without any lingering attachment.

Xiao Tang wiped a tear from her eye, turned, and walked down the mountain.

She suddenly stopped, looking towards the direction of the Purple Bamboo Forest. The internal energy of the Carefree Path.

Wasn’t Wei Qingyi dead? Who else could have such pure internal energy?

She looked back at the tightly shut wooden hut, furrowed her brow, and felt a sense of realization in her heart.

In the Purple Bamboo Forest, the originally vibrant green bamboo had turned yellow, and leaves covered the ground of the courtyard.

The entire Purple Bamboo Forest exuded desolation.

Beneath the withered yellow, a figure in white stood in the courtyard.

She ran two fingers across the corner of a table, looking at the dust on her fingertips, and lowered her gaze.

As if sensing someone’s arrival, she turned, took off her white cloak, revealing silver hair.

“Mu Xuewei,” Xiao Tang called her name.

Mu Xuewei looked up at her. “I heard my Senior Sister went blind. I came to see her.”

Xiao Tang raised an eyebrow. “Coming from the Nine Abyss Sin Domain all the way to my Xuanling Mountain, it must not have been easy.”

Mu Xuewei pondered for a moment and said gently, “Naturally, it was not easy.”

She lowered her head, thinking of what she had promised Ming Xueqing.

…

—Three days ago, Nine Abyss Sin Domain, Demon Clan Palace.

Mu Xuewei looked at herself in the mirror, staring at her own eyes for a long time. She lowered her eyelids, looking at the Yangshan Snow sword on the table, and murmured, “Senior Sister.”

She shook her head, grabbed the Yangshan Snow, and rushed towards the Nine Abyss border.

A silver-white long scythe swung down, blocking Mu Xuewei’s path. “She just went blind. Why are you going?”

Mu Xuewei drew out the Yangshan Snow, saying one word at a time, “Move.”

Ming Xueqing gripped the long scythe, showing no intention of backing down.

“I promised you I would enter the Eighteen Caves. Now, move aside,” Mu Xuewei said coldly.

In the previous life, ever since she learned that Ming Xueqing had provoked the war between immortals and demons, indirectly causing Mu Nianci’s death, she had refused to enter the Eighteen Caves for Ming Xueqing.

She didn’t want to fight Ming Xueqing, partly because she had only recently returned to the Demon Clan, and partly because even with the Demon Meridian awakened, she wasn’t confident she could escape from Ming Xueqing’s grasp.

Ming Xueqing paused for a moment, withdrew the long scythe, and stepped aside.

Mu Xuewei’s eyelashes trembled. She roughly guessed what the Eighteen Caves might contain.

Even if the Hundred Immortal Sects were embroiled in internal strife, if a true fight broke out, they all had their respective immortal artifacts, and Ming Xueqing was also afraid of a mutual destruction, a lose-lose situation.

After all, when Mu Nianci was the Demon Venerable, she had issued a death order that no one was allowed to approach the Eighteen Caves, and had even spent half of her cultivation to seal the Eighteen Caves.

Mu Xuewei gripped the Yangshan Snow tightly, feeling uncertain. No one saw the lingering sweat on the hilt of the Yangshan Snow.

In this life, everything had changed.

But she had to save her Senior Sister.

…

Mu Xuewei looked at Xiao Tang and said gently, “It was more than just not easy. The price was very high.”

Xiao Tang clasped her hands behind her back, and a wave of suppressive pressure surged towards Mu Xuewei. “If you leave now, I will pretend you never came. How about it?”

Mu Xuewei moved closer to Xiao Tang, fully deflecting her suppressive pressure. “Third Master, compared to finding the Heavenly Mountain Lotus, finding me is surely easier, right?”

Xiao Tang was stunned for a moment. She looked at Mu Xuewei’s pair of grey eyes, feeling a hint of emotion.

The desolate scene of the Purple Bamboo Forest was reflected in Mu Xuewei’s eyes, making her grey pupils appear somewhat brown.

“You want to trade eyes?” Xiao Tang was somewhat incredulous, as no one willingly chooses to be blind.

Mu Xuewei averted her gaze. “Take me there.”

On Jingxue Peak, this was the first time Xiao Tang knocked on Lin Yumo’s door.

Lin Yumo did not open the door, but merely pushed open a window, sounding a bit impatient. “Third Elder, why are you here again?”

“Yumo, open the door. Someone brought the Heavenly Mountain Lotus,” Xiao Tang said.

Lin Yumo didn’t move, only furrowing her brow slightly. “Isn’t it extinct?”

“It was sent by the Sect Master Qi of White Emperor City. She said it was left behind by an ancestor of White Emperor City long ago, and she is giving it to you to compensate for her guilt towards Xu Mo and Qi Shirui.”

Lin Yumo pinched the corner of her sleeve, tilted her head. “Although I can’t sense it anymore, I can hear that another person has come to Jingxue Peak, right?”

With the black cloth over her eyes, she couldn’t see Mu Xuewei biting her lip to suppress her crying.

Xiao Tang pulled Mu Xuewei closer to her side. “Just my disciple, here to lend me a hand.”

Lin Yumo opened the door, but still kept her hands up, blocking entry. “Tell Sect Master Qi that the Heavenly Mountain Lotus should be left for someone who needs it. My cultivation on the Path of Emotionlessness is already close to dissipating.”

She raised her head slightly, her nose twitching. It was the scent of pear blossoms.

“Is it…?” Before she could finish, Mu Xuewei quickly threw a narcotic, causing her to faint completely.

Xiao Tang looked at Mu Xuewei, frowned, but said nothing.

The two remained silent, Mu Xuewei fully trusting herself to Xiao Tang.

Not because she trusted Xiao Tang, but because she believed Xiao Tang would not harm her Senior Sister.

A heavy snow swept over Jingxue Peak. Several peaks experienced avalanches, but the peak where Lin Yumo stayed remained untouched.

The fierce wind and snow blew open the window, waking Lin Yumo, who had no magical power, from the freezing cold.

Lin Yumo sat up, disoriented.

She seemed to have had a dream where she smelled the scent of pear blossoms.

She slowly opened her eyes, clearly seeing every object in front of her.

The simple wooden bed, the door blown open by the wind.

This wasn’t a dream! She could see!

Lin Yumo stood in place, moving step by step towards the mirror.

Suddenly, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, at those grey pupils. She could no longer remain calm, and a surge of overwhelming anger rushed to her heart.

“Mu Xuewei!”

She slammed her fist onto the table, and magic power rapidly surged within her body.

Above Jingxue Peak, a swirling mass of purplish-black clouds appeared, strikingly conspicuous against the clear blue sky of Xuanling Mountain.

“Grey Cloud Thunder, Sign of Entering the Demonic Path,” Xiao Tang muttered, her gaze turning towards Jingxue Peak, with some worry.

The purple cloud instantly exploded with a great “Boom—” that resonated throughout Xuanling Mountain.

“She… she has become a demon.”

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