My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 67

Qi Yuan sheathed his sword, looking at the peach blossoms fluttering in the sky, and waved his hand towards the remaining disciples, “Let’s go.”

You Bai hid behind the main gate, covering her mouth, her heart aching relentlessly.

She was the one who exposed the news to Ming Xueqing. She thought Ming Xueqing only wanted to bring Mu Li back and not let her be so carefree.

She never expected that Ming Xueqing would give the news to the Immortal Families.

Leading to such an outcome for Mu Li.

Her eyes were red, tears pouring out uncontrollably, and she continuously sobbed.

When the people from the Immortal Families had all left, You Bai slowly emerged from behind the door. She picked up the Fallen Annihilation Wheel from the ground and placed it along with the “Kun Wu Sword” beneath the peach tree.

She wanted to call Mu Li “Mother,” but she knew she would never hear her response again.

The dim sky was stained with a crimson red. In the Abyss of Nine Chasms, the originally misty sky became even more scarlet.

Mu Xuewei stood at the entrance of the Eighteen Caves, both swords in her hand striking out simultaneously. Behind her, several black iron chains continuously poured into the Eighteen Caves.

She could feel the power inside the Eighteen Caves resisting her, struggling against her.

That power was neither immortal nor demonic magic, but a power not belonging to this world, originating from the immemorial past—Demonic Power (Yao Li).

Mu Xuewei felt the power in her body continuously draining, her blood vessels constricting. A massive surge of demonic power burst out from within the Eighteen Caves, throwing Mu Xuewei backward.

Mu Xuewei rolled onto the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The withered trees surrounding the Eighteen Caves were uprooted by this demonic force, turning into sawdust the moment they were airborne. The birds in the sky and the beasts on the ground were all annihilated by this force without exception.

At the same time, the cry of a phoenix tore through the sky, shaking both the Immortal and Demonic Realms.

At the border of the Demonic Realm, Ming Xueqing held a silver flute. She stood on a Golden Scorpion with a Teal Tail, glancing towards the Eighteen Caves.

Behind her stood a neat array of Demon soldiers and a large army of demonic beasts.

Upon closer inspection, the towering withered trees had already turned into golden vines.

Ming Xueqing played the flute, and the army of demonic beasts sped past her, heading towards the Immortal territory.

The golden branches of the towering withered trees beneath the Ten-Mile Langdang of Mount Xuanling stretched out frantically into Mount Xuanling, intertwining around the cultivators and strangling them.

The crimson-eyed Butterfly Demons of the Seven Great Immortal Families swarmed, flapping their wings, their claws scratching bloody wounds onto the disciples of the Immortal Sects.

Some were even directly ripped out of their hearts.

You Bai looked at the blood-stained sky from Qingzhou, realizing in her heart: Trouble.

She quickly rode her Star Fate towards the Nine Chasms.

By the time she arrived, only two of the Twelve Demon Regiments remained stationed in the Demonic Realm.

Even with her ability to command the Twelve Regiments with the Star Fate, it was too late.

You Bai stood there stunned, as if she had lost her soul, utterly at a loss, like a puppet on a string.

“That person, the one in the secret chamber!” You Bai clutched at a straw of hope, stumbling towards the Demon Palace.

—Eighteen Caves

Mu Xuewei wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and stood up. She picked up the two swords from the ground and once again flew up to seal the Eighteen Caves.

A silver scythe descended from the sky, blocking the two swords.

Forcing Mu Xuewei to retreat outside the Eighteen Caves.

Ming Xueqing, holding the scythe, descended in white robes from above the Eighteen Caves.

She looked at Mu Xuewei, tilting her head, with a motherly, gentle expression, and said, “Xue’er, passing four more levels would be enough, why go to such lengths?”

“To fulfill the dying wish of the former Demon Venerable, Mu Nianci,” Mu Xuewei gripped her sword tightly.

Ming Xueqing’s silver hair was slightly messy in the wind. Her expression was somewhat dazed, her silver eyelashes trembled, and she asked again, “Do you truly want to be my enemy? I am your stepmother.”

After saying this, she touched her cheek, feeling the tears that had fallen.

Even she couldn’t believe that she had actually cried.

Mu Xuewei retied the gauze covering her eyes, discarding the Wèiyāng Sword, and tightly held the Yǎngshān Xuě in her right hand.

“Ming Xueqing, I only advise you to stop being so deluded and step aside,” Mu Xuewei frowned.

Whatever was imprisoned in these Eighteen Caves absolutely could not be released.

Ming Xueqing looked at the gray-red sky, as if trying to see a glimpse of the sun through the darkness.

“Fine,” she said.

“Fine,” she tugged at the corner of her mouth, shaking her head, “You are just like your mother, completely disregarding blood ties, only knowing how to oppose me at every turn…”

“Then…”

“Let’s fight!”

The long scythe spun in her hand. She grasped it and flew towards Mu Xuewei.

The Yǎngshān Xuě in Mu Xuewei’s hand gained momentum, blocking Ming Xueqing’s curved scythe. “Ming Xueqing!”

“What is imprisoned in the Eighteen Caves is the Ancient Evil Phoenix— Chánglí !” (Quote from the author’s other novel Fú Yāo, check it out if interested~)

“If you release her, are you sure you can control her!”

The originally jade-like, translucent Yǎngshān Xuě now appeared dim under the dark illumination, like a sword sealed away for many years.

“I never intended to release the Ancient Evil Phoenix; I only wanted to borrow her power,” Ming Xueqing said.

Her scythe and the Yǎngshān Xuě clashed, producing a “clanging” sound.

“What’s wrong with the Demon Clan unifying all of Kyushu? Our people have been in this dark, chaotic abyss for too long!”

Ming Xueqing’s scythe struck Mu Xuewei’s sword repeatedly, each blow heavier than the last, “What did I do wrong?”

“What did I do wrong!”

Her eyes turned red, her originally gray pupils stained with red. “Clang—” The scythe severed the Yǎngshān Xuě and sent Mu Xuewei flying several meters away.

She landed steadily beside Mu Xuewei and said coldly, “Since you are unwilling to go in yourself, I will accompany you.”

She picked up the Wèiyāng Sword from the ground, grabbed Mu Xuewei’s wrist, and used the Wèiyāng Sword to cut her wrist, forcibly dragging her into the Eighteen Caves with Mu Xuewei’s blood.

Mu Xuewei’s white robes were covered in blood and dust. A few dead blades of grass still clung to her silver hair.

Ming Xueqing dragged her all the way until the eighteenth level of the Eighteen Caves, where only the last black iron chain remained.

—Demon Palace

Lin Yumo clearly heard a “rumbling” sound, and the entire Demon Palace was shaking.

She was worried.

She used all her strength to break free from the iron chains, but it was no use.

Not even the Drunken Immortal Sword could cut the chains on her body.

This made her think of the previous life on Mount Xuanling’s Silent Snow Peak, where Mu Xuewei probably used these chains to lock her up as well.

Lin Yumo suddenly frowned. She seemed to hear footsteps rushing towards her, very urgently.

“Oh no,” she muttered to herself, “Nothing should go wrong.”

The eighteenth level of the Eighteen Caves was filled with a view of magma. It flowed through the rock crevices, some even splattering.

In the very center of this magma, a person was suspended.

She wore black robes, a black flute tucked into her waist, her hands bound by fiery red chains, and a silver mark on her brow.

She had her eyes closed, as if sleeping, cool and detached.

Suddenly, the iron chains in the eighteenth level rattled.

Ming Xueqing frowned, looked at the chains binding the woman, saw no change, and then relaxed.

She probably imagined it.

She let go of Mu Xuewei and moved a step closer to the woman in the center.

“Swoosh—” The iron chains rattled again.

This time, Ming Xueqing was certain; she definitely hadn’t misheard.

Ming Xueqing looked towards the woman in the center, frowning. Having been suppressed in these Eighteen Caves for tens of thousands of years, even if she had divine power, there shouldn’t be much left.

The woman in the center twitched her mouth, a faint, non-committal smile.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes, meeting Ming Xueqing’s gaze directly. A massive surge of pressure and death energy rushed towards them. Even Ming Xueqing found it difficult to breathe.

“Thank you, little girl of the Demon Clan,” she slightly raised her head, closed her eyes, and said, “Eighteen Caves, where are there eighteen levels?”

“The eighteenth level, is me—”

Suddenly, the iron chains suspended on the eighteenth level snapped like jade, falling into the magma pool.

—Demon Palace

You Bai opened the secret door and shouted inside, “Something’s happened, let’s go—”

She took out the key, quickly unlocked the iron chains on Lin Yumo’s wrists, and pulled her out.

Before they could walk a few steps, they heard a sharp cry.

Phoenix Crying Blood.

Both of them were stunned by the cry, unable to take another step forward. Their internal organs churned violently, and their souls felt as if they were being crushed.

In the Immortal territories, the war between Immortals and Demons abruptly stopped. In the chaos of the battle, a group of cultivators and Demon soldiers with the lowest cultivation realms died.

Just this one cry from the phoenix was enough to cause people to burst their bodies and die.

Lin Yumo raised her head and looked up at the sky.

A massive silver-feathered phoenix flew across the sky. Everywhere it passed, heavenly fire descended, burning everything to ashes.

It flapped its wings, flying towards the border of the Nine Chasms.

Its five crimson tail feathers constantly beat, igniting fiercer fires in the houses beneath it.

It circled in the air, folded its wings, transformed into a human form, and landed steadily on a (Wutong, Chinese parasol tree).

That tree was very tall, its branches covered in golden leaves.

She stood on it, looking down at the panicked, struggling people seeking survival in the fierce fire, a smile playing on her lips.

Immediately after, a silver scythe grazed past her, leaving a scratch on her cheek.

Ming Xueqing had tied up her silver hair and wore silver armor, standing at the same height as the Phoenix, Changli.

She said, “Go back.”

Changli touched the wound with two fingers, a little surprised. She smiled maniacally, “Very well, it’s been a long time since I experienced the taste of being injured.”

She pulled out the black flute from her waist and toyed with it in her left hand, “Little girl, you are the one who released me. I can spare your life, but you must not be ungrateful.”

Ming Xueqing said expressionlessly, “I said, go back.”

Changli’s smile froze at the corner of her mouth. The black flute in her hand transformed into a black long sword, very similar to Mu Xuewei’s Yǎngshān Xuě, both slightly longer than ordinary swords.

Changli swung the black sword, “Seeking your own death.”

She gripped the black sword and lunged straight at Ming Xueqing.

The black sword and the silver long scythe fought to a standstill.

They simultaneously kicked each other, both spinning one and a half circles in the air before landing steadily back on the tree.

Ming Xueqing’s hair was tied up in a bun. Her once neat hair was somewhat disheveled, with a few silver strands hanging down her forehead, giving her a slightly broken, detached beauty.

Mu Xuewei walked out of the Eighteen Caves, watching the wound on her wrist gradually heal, her emotions extremely complicated.

She looked at the severed Yǎngshān Xuě on the ground, feeling a pang of heartache. She bent down, picked it up, and stored it away.

“Wèiyāng,” she called, “Let’s go.”

At the same time, the Drunken Immortal Sword buzzed in contention, forcibly pulling Lin Yumo towards the tree.

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