My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 63

—— Jiuyuan Shayu, Eighteen Caves

The mountains were rugged, and at the center stood a dilapidated iron gate, already covered in rust.

Mu Xuewei stood before the iron gate, her eyes covered with a white veil. Dressed in white, she stood in the night like the moon hanging in the sky—cold and pristine, tempting yet untouchable.

Ming Xueqing stood behind her, holding the silver long scythe, simply silent.

From a certain angle, their figures overlapped, identical.

Mu Xuewei turned back, her brow slightly furrowed. “What exactly is inside?”

Ming Xueqing looked at the gauze over her eyes, a hint of playful mockery curling at her lips. “Go see for yourself, won’t you?”

Mu Xuewei knew she wouldn’t get any answers from Ming Xueqing, so she simply stopped asking. She turned around, took a few steps, and placed her hand on the iron gate. The moment she tried to pull it open, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

She subconsciously let go and turned to look at Ming Xueqing.

The instant she touched the iron gate, she heard a sharp, piercing, struggling wail.

The wail was like a demonic sound drilling into her ears, tearing at her soul. For a moment, she even felt an endless murderous intent, heavier than the killing intent emanating from Ming Xueqing.

Ming Xueqing raised a hand to smooth her hair back, feigning innocence, and shook her head. “I don’t know.”

Mu Xuewei tightened her grip on the Wei Yang Sword, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and forced herself to pull open the iron gate and walk inside.

—— Kunlun Mountain

At night, the stars over Kunlun Mountain were extinguished, and the remaining crescent moon was hidden by dark clouds.

Someone held a red umbrella, her dark hair cascading to her waist, the hem of her cyan skirt swaying on the steps. A light rain began to fall, mixing with the dust to stain her hem.

“Xu… Xu Mo!” Jiang Yunxin called out, trembling.

Jiang Yunxin retreated two steps, muttering, “It’s… it’s Yao Qi who made you separate from Qi Shiyu, it’s her fault you got pregnant, it’s not me… it’s not me…”

Lin Yumo didn’t stop, slowly ascending the steps, drawing closer and closer to Jiang Yunxin.

A sudden flash of lightning illuminated the entire night sky.

It was only then that Jiang Yunxin clearly saw the umbrella Lin Yumo was holding. The canopy itself wasn’t red; it was stained entirely with fresh blood.

Rain mixed with blood dripped down the ribs of the umbrella, landing on Lin Yumo’s outstretched leg, spreading out like an ink wash painting.

Jiang Yunxin looked at the Zui Xian Sword hanging at Lin Yumo’s side, her eyes narrowing slightly. “Qi Shiyu is dead. Now, only you, Lin Yumo, can carry this sword.”

Her voice grew heavier, becoming almost a grinding of teeth by the end.

If it was Lin Yumo, then she was no longer afraid.

After all, the rumors said Lin Yumo had entered the Venerable Realm, but Jiang Yunxin knew that the Venerable Realm was not so easily attained.

Both Lin Yang and herself had been stuck just before the Venerable Realm for over a decade, unable to take the final step. How could a young girl achieve it?

She hesitated for a moment, drew her sword, and charged towards Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo showed no panic. She reached the last step, lightly tapped her foot and swept her body around. The blood on the umbrella canopy became blood beads, spiraling up and away from the umbrella’s direction, all striking Jiang Yunxin.

Though they had no killing power, they stained Jiang Yunxin’s light purple robes with drops of blood.

It was only when Lin Yumo stood on the high steps, looking down at her, that Jiang Yunxin saw the demonic mark on Lin Yumo’s brow.

“You… you’ve become a demon?”

Lin Yumo lowered her eyelids, looking coldly at her, and said nothing.

Jiang Yunxin gritted her teeth, her sword once again thrusting towards her, aiming directly for Lin Yumo’s vital spot.

Lin Yumo drew her own sword, slowly but surely blocking Jiang Yunxin’s attacks. She said coldly, “If you are willing to exchange your eyes for my junior sister’s, I can spare your life.”

Jiang Yunxin flung out all her hidden weapons, saying, “You wish!”

“How dare you treat my Kunlun Mountain like this? Aren’t you afraid the other immortal families will condemn your Xuan Ling Mountain?”

“Heh—” Lin Yumo laughed coldly. “I’ve already been expelled from Xuan Ling Mountain. If anyone wants to kill me, they can come for me.”

“However, even if they want to condemn Xuan Ling Mountain, do they dare?”

“The Immortal Venerables of the Hundred Immortal Gates are few, with only two remaining: Qi Yuan of White Emperor City, and the old master of Shuang Long Valley.”

“With Ming Xueqing suddenly emerging, and the demonic sword Wei Yang finding a new master, the current immortal families are already in ruins. Who has the energy to bother with your Kunlun Mountain’s petty affairs?”

Lin Yumo’s sword pressed hard against Jiang Yunxin’s, pinning her sword so she couldn’t move.

Just as Jiang Yunxin was clearly losing ground, with several bleeding cuts on her body, a girl’s voice suddenly called out, “Sister Lin—”

Lin Yumo was distracted. She turned her head to look at Lin Qinglu, and standing behind her was Lin Yang.

Lin Yang shouted, “Stop!”

A massive surge of power threw Lin Yumo backward. It wasn’t fatal, but it gave Jiang Yunxin an opportunity. With a flick of her sword edge, she stabbed into Lin Yumo’s abdomen, pushing Lin Yumo all the way back against a pillar.

“Go join your mother!”

Pfft! Jiang Yunxin collapsed.

The blade Lin Yumo had hidden in her sleeve had first slashed across Jiang Yunxin’s throat.

She pulled out the sword embedded in her abdomen, clutched her wound, took a breath, and walked step by step toward Lin Yang.

“I didn’t just come to Kunlun Mountain to kill her; I also came to take someone away.”

Lin Qinglu stared at Lin Yumo in disbelief, her eyes slowly filling with hatred. She pulled the sword from Lin Yang’s scabbard and charged toward Lin Yumo, but Lin Yang abruptly pulled her back.

Lin Yang shielded Lin Qinglu tightly, speaking to Lin Yumo, “She… she’s in the back mountain…”

Lin Yumo’s foot stepped over the red umbrella lying on the ground. Her figure flickered, heading toward the back mountain.

Lin Yang looked in the direction of the back mountain, a mix of fear and worry showing on his face. “I hope she makes it in time.”

—— Eighteen Caves

Mu Xuewei leaned on the Wei Yang Sword, limping out of the iron gate. Her simple white clothes were stained with blood, and her lips were cracked and pale.

Ming Xueqing watched her from afar, with no intention of going over to help her. However, You Bai ran over and caught Mu Xuewei. “Sister Mu, are you alright?”

You Bai was tall and slender. Next to her, Mu Xuewei looked somewhat delicate and fragile.

“I’m fine. Let’s return to the Demon Palace first.”

You Bai helped Mu Xuewei walk toward the Demon Palace, with Ming Xueqing following behind, step by step, as if strolling leisurely.

“Sister Mu, I’ll go find a doctor for you!”

“Come back! Don’t go!” Mu Xuewei strained her voice. “The demonic meridian in my body has awakened. I don’t need a doctor or medicine; I’ll heal myself in a few days!”

“But… Sister Mu, your wounds are clearly not ordinary injuries…”

“I said, don’t go!” Mu Xuewei bit her lip, forcing herself to stay upright. “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll send you back to Mu Li!”

You Bai immediately knelt down on one knee. “No, Sister Mu, I won’t go. Please don’t send me back! I beg you!”

“I don’t want to go back!”

“I don’t want to stay by her side!”

You Bai frowned, tears almost welling up in her eyes.

She was afraid of Mu Li, the kind of fear she felt just seeing her.

Since she could remember, Mu Li had thrown her into the Orphan Corps—a place where only the strongest survived.

Every child there was much older than her, not just in age, but also in height and build. She had to fight those people for food and water.

Hunting animals, hunting companions, even eating the flesh and drinking the blood of her companions—she dared not remember.

After finally escaping the Orphan Corps and desperately staying by Mu Li’s side, she thought she would no longer have to kill. But what awaited her was endless abuse and humiliation.

Some of her scars were left from the Orphan Corps, and others were left by Mu Li.

She had observed that Mu Li was kind to her other subordinates, never scolding them even for minor mistakes. Mu Li only treated her this way.

Only to her was she so cruel…

Mu Xuewei gently stroked You Bai’s head, her voice weak. “It’s alright. You go out now.”

You Bai quietly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, nodded, and walked out, only to run straight into Ming Xueqing.

“Ming…” She was about to speak when Ming Xueqing made a silencing gesture.

You Bai had no choice but to keep quiet and quietly walked away.

—— Kunlun Mountain

The back mountain was filled with mist. Lin Yumo wandered for a long time before she saw an iron chain.

She followed the direction of the iron chain and finally saw the person she was looking for.

That person wore a light pink dress, with wavy, messy hair scattered around her, tied with a few red ropes as decoration.

She was entirely submerged in a green poisonous pool, her wrists chained by iron locks, with blood dripping from her cuffs.

“Elder Ji!” Lin Yumo endured the tearing pain of her wound and walked over step by step. “Elder Ji!”

She reached out to check Ji Nangui’s breath, her fingertips trembling slightly.

She knelt down, slowly undoing the iron chains on Ji Nangui’s body. It was only when she got to her torso that she realized the objects binding Ji Nangui were not chains, but barbs.

These barbs were stuck into Ji Nangui’s body, leaving blood-filled holes all over her.

And because she was submerged in the poisonous water, most of her wounds were rotten, oozing yellow pus.

Lin Yumo pulled the person out, her heart tightening. She suppressed her emotions, held Ji Nangui in her arms, and walked toward the mountain base.

Every step was excruciating.

Such a vicious method must have been Jiang Yunxin’s doing, but for what reason, she didn’t know.

She carried Ji Nangui down the mountain and saw Lin Yang blocking the steps with the disciples of Kunlun Mountain, making her hatred even stronger.

She truly hated that Jiang Yunxin had died so easily; her death was too light, and Jiang Yunxin hadn’t tasted any of that pain.

She tilted her head and said to Lin Yang, “Are you going to stop me?”

She didn’t believe Lin Yang was unaware of Ji Nangui’s injuries; he must have known and tacitly allowed it. Furthermore, since Ji Nangui was in the Venerable Realm, Lin Yang might have even helped behind the scenes.

She wouldn’t kill him today because she feared White Emperor City would fall into chaos and the Demon Race would sweep in.

Leaving his dog life for later wasn’t too late.

Lin Yang felt a chill. He looked at Lin Yumo and suddenly remembered Xu Mo decades ago, also like this, eyes red with the intent to kill.

He waved his hand at the disciples. They quickly dispersed, clearing a path.

“Lin Yumo!” Lin Qinglu shouted. She commanded her sword to strike at Lin Yumo from behind.

Lin Yumo turned her head sideways, lowering her eyelids. The sword stopped three inches from her back, its power slowly being neutralized, and then it snapped.

She said coldly:

“If you have the ability, come and kill me. I’ll be waiting—”

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