My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 68

The parasol tree, once full of lush branches and leaves, was now barren with only a few leaves remaining due to the fighting.

Lin Yumo and Mu Xuewei arrived almost simultaneously. Mu Xuewei slightly tilted her head, her breath catching, as if sensing Lin Yumo’s aura.

Neither of them spoke. They simply drew their swords and charged towards Chang Li.

Chang Li was not at all at a disadvantage. On the contrary, the more she fought, the more excited she became. “Good, good, good! What a thrill!”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve fought this well, not since Yun Li died!” (Yun Li is from the author’s other short story, Fu Yao. Interested readers can check it out~).

“Sister Mu, let me help you.” You Bai’s Star Destiny spun out of her hand but narrowly missed Chang Li, lodging itself in the trunk of the parasol tree. It spun a few times before stopping.

She was instantly a bit embarrassed and quietly moved away from the “battlefield” to the trunk of the parasol tree. She gripped the Star Destiny with both hands, placed one foot on the trunk, and pulled hard to dislodge it.

Chang Li’s sword lunged towards Ming Xueqing’s head. Ming Xueqing bent to dodge, and the black sword slashed across her hair bun.

Her hair ornament was knocked off, and three thousand strands of silver hair instantly spread out. A gust of wind blew her hair, obstructing her view of Chang Li.

Chang Li’s sword then aimed for Ming Xueqing’s heart.

Qi Yuan arrived just in time. She leaped up, her staff blocking Chang Li’s sword, taking the blow for Ming Xueqing.

Her voice sounded somewhat old and weathered, even older than when she was seen in White Emperor City. She said, “I never thought the day would come when I would fight alongside the Demon Clan’s Feather King.”

Ming Xueqing glanced at Qi Yuan but remained silent.

She grabbed her silver strands, gathering them all in her hand, and the long scythe in her grip slashed across her hair.

She let go, and scattered silver hair fell beneath the parasol tree, mingling with the golden parasol leaves, as if silver veins had sprung forth.

Chang Li stood on the parasol tree, watching them. She frowned, growing a little weary.

“Hmm—”

She closed her eyes and stretched her muscles. “I’ve had enough fun.”

She brandished her long sword, suddenly knocking everyone down.

Only she stood on the parasol tree.

No, there was one other person.

Ming Xueqing.

Ming Xueqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. She levitated to the same height as Chang Li, her long scythe poised horizontally in front of her. As she swung it, the entire ground shook.

A massive surge of killing intent rushed towards Chang Li.

Chang Li was unfazed.

Her black long sword pointed at Ming Xueqing’s heart and stabbed forward.

The parasol tree was abruptly sliced in half and crashed down, kicking up dust that blinded everyone.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Chang Li’s black sword had pierced Ming Xueqing’s heart.

The moment the black sword was pulled out, blood splattered far and wide.

Ming Xueqing slowly closed her eyes. Her white clothes stained with blood, she fell downwards.

She touched the ring on her right ring finger, feeling a hint of expectation and happiness. She could finally go see Sister Mu.

See her A-Nian.

…

Out of the dust, Chang Li walked out, clutching her chest. She spat out a mouthful of blood with a “pfft.”

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, landed steadily on the ground, and stood opposite everyone.

Qi Yuan charged directly at Chang Li. As the staff and the long sword clashed, Qi Yuan grabbed Chang Li’s arm with one hand.

“You lunatic, you dare to self-destruct?”

Qi Yuan let out a laugh. “For the peace of the Immortal and Demon Realms, I am willing to sacrifice myself, only for the world’s wish—”

“A joke!” Chang Li slashed off half of Qi Yuan’s arm with her sword and quickly retreated backward.

With a loud rumble, Chang Li was affected by the self-destruction, flying backward and crashing into a tree before falling to the ground.

She propped herself up with her sword, wiped the blood from her mouth, and gave a look of disdain.

“Only… the three of you are left.”

She looked at Lin Yumo, Mu Xuewei, and You Bai. “Who’s next?”

Lin Yumo’s wrist was bleeding, and the hand gripping the sword was trembling incessantly.

Facing Chang Li, she was genuinely afraid, even physically so.

But she could not back down.

In this generation of the Immortal Family, there was no one left who could contend with Chang Li.

Lin Yumo tore a strip of cloth from her skirt, used it to bind her hand to the Drunken Immortal Sword, and charged towards Chang Li.

Mu Xuewei cut her own hand, allowing her fresh blood to fill the carvings on the Unending Sword. She was sacrificing herself to the sword.

You Bai twirled the Star Destiny in her hand, taking a step back and gathering momentum, but Mu Xuewei stopped her.

She told You Bai, “There is a long corridor beneath the Demon Palace. Inside, there is a divine artifact. Go and fetch it for me.”

You Bai put away her hand and bowed. “As you command.”

…

The remaining leaves of the parasol tree were stained with warm blood.

In the empty yellow sand, only three people remained.

The sky was filled with rolling yellow dust and golden leaves, bringing with it a sense of desolation and decline.

Mu Xuewei was repelled by Chang Li, and the Drunken Immortal Sword in Lin Yumo’s hand was split in half by the black sword.

Mu Xuewei leaned on the Unending Sword, shakily standing up. Her legs were trembling, and her abdomen had already been pierced by a sword. She said, “Again!”

Although Chang Li was dressed in black, the sunlight revealed marks of blood seeping through her black clothes.

She swung her sword, blocking Mu Xuewei’s attack, and then elbowed Mu Xuewei in the chest, sending her flying out directly.

Mu Xuewei tumbled several times on the ground before she managed to stop, but the intense pain made it impossible for her to stand up again.

The sky darkened, and a light drizzle began to fall. Chang Li looked up, feeling the sensation of raindrops on her skin.

The rain trailed down her neck, and her throat slightly moved.

She looked at Lin Yumo. “Without your sword, how will you fight?”

Lin Yumo looked at Mu Xuewei lying on the ground, her killing intent intensified. She called out, “Unending.”

The Unending Sword obediently fell into her hand.

Chang Li let out a small laugh. “That’s not your sword. You won’t win.”

“Is that so?” Lin Yumo looked at the blood filling the carvings on the Unending Sword, a persistent ache in her heart.

“But my master told me,”

“The sword is me, and I am the sword.”

She pierced three acupoints on her body, and the Unending Sword suddenly glowed red.

“Senior Sister.” Mu Xuewei reached out toward Lin Yumo. “Don’t…”

After being reborn, she did not want to lose her Senior Sister again.

Everything had changed, so could the ending also be changed?

She did not want her Senior Sister to transform into a sword. She would rather be the one to die. She wanted her Senior Sister to live.

The Unending Sword carried Lin Yumo towards Chang Li.

Chang Li raised her sword to defend, her body involuntarily retreating backward until her entire back was pressed tightly against the trunk of the parasol tree.

Chang Li struck the sword with her palm, and the demonic energy shook Lin Yumo away.

Lin Yumo’s skirt spun, and she slashed at Chang Li again. Her eyes were bloodshot, and blood dripped from the corner of her mouth.

Her cheeks were bruised and swollen, and her ears were bleeding.

“Die—”

“For—”

The edge of the Unending Sword sliced the black sword in half and directly pierced through Chang Li’s body.

“Little Junior Sister!”

Mu Xuewei summoned the broken Sword of Awe-inspiring Snow and, gripping the hilt with both hands, lunged at Chang Li.

The broken Sword of Awe-inspiring Snow stabbed into Chang Li’s heart from the back.

Mu Xuewei was completely out of strength. She collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

Lin Yumo pulled the Unending Sword out of Chang Li’s body. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with her sleeve, only to leave blood from her sleeve on her forehead.

“It’s finally… over…”

She walked to Mu Xuewei, picked her up. “Let’s go.”

…

In the Demon Clan’s palace, You Bai passed through a very long corridor, following Mu Xuewei’s instructions to search for the divine artifact.

She walked all the way to the end of the corridor but did not find any divine artifact.

She only saw a candlelight at the end of the corridor. Illuminated by the candlelight were the words, “My clan’s warriors are brave, and should live ten thousand years.”

…

— Mt. Xuanling, Quiet Snow Peak

Lin Yumo sat down with Mu Xuewei in her arms. The two of them experienced the cold and the intensity of Quiet Snow Peak together.

She stretched out her hand, feeling the coolness of a melting snowflake on her fingertip. She said, “Mu Xuewei, it’s snowing…”

But as soon as she finished this sentence, she could no longer feel the physical sensation of the snowflake landing on her hand.

Even the hand she was holding Mu Xuewei’s with felt numb.

Mu Xuewei’s fingers trembled. She shakily pulled out a piece of sweet candy from her waist, opened the parchment paper, and fed it to Lin Yumo’s lips.

“Senior Sister, is it sweet?”

Lin Yumo shifted closer to Mu Xuewei. She felt her spiritual power dissipating, and her five senses disappearing, starting with her sight.

She put the sweet candy in her mouth, but it was tasteless.

She had already lost the last of her five senses. She was about to die.

She smiled. “Yes,”

Her head suddenly rested on Mu Xuewei’s shoulder. “Sweet… it is…”

—The End—

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