My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 7

Lin Yumo looked out the window, and the withered pear tree seemed to re-blossom behind Mu Xuewei. The pristine white petals unfolded little by little, covering the tree in pure white.

She watched Mu Xuewei’s lips part and close, word by word matching her intent, “If you don’t go to the Chengfeng Hall now, the Head Master will get angry—”

Right, today was the first day of formal classes at Xuanling Mountain, and she had to go. -_-!

Ordinarily, Lin Yumo extremely disliked studying, taking leave every three days and skipping class every five. Any excuse she could use—sore arms, aching legs, stomach aches, back pains—she had used them all up.

Later, she simply preferred taking the punishment to attending class.

Furthermore, everyone in Xuanling Mountain had to show her Master some respect, and the Head Masters didn’t dare to truly punish her severely.

In Lin Yumo’s eyes, the things the Head Masters taught were useless.

For swordplay, her Master was the strongest fighter in Xuanling Mountain, so she didn’t need to learn from the other Head Masters. For mental cultivation techniques, it was less effective than real-world experience outside the mountain.

However, since today was the first day of class, she should at least attend, no matter how much she hated studying.

She quickly tidied up, adjusted her hair accessory, and hung the Kunwu Sword on her waist.

“Let’s go.”

Lin Yumo’s hand rested casually on the sword hilt, her thumb stroking the pattern on it.

Her consciousness was pulled back to the moment Mu Xuewei called her just now.

For some reason, her heart felt very uncomfortable at that moment, and she felt her Dao Heart’s state was about to drop.

In her previous life, she only reached the eighth layer of the Path of Emotionlessness and could not break through to the ninth, no matter what.

It was laughable that this eighth layer was broken through while she was locked on Jingxue Peak. She remembered the words Mu Xuewei left behind when she locked her up: ‘Jingxue Peak is very cold, just like you.’

Sigh…

A male disciple swaggered towards Mu Xuewei, whistling, “Oh, the new Junior Sister, eh.”

The person who came was named Liu Yan, known as the second most notorious scoundrel of Xuanling Mountain; the first was, of course, Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo stepped forward, pushed the sword hilt with her thumb, causing the Kunwu Sword to unsheathe by three inches. “Get lost.”

She and Liu Yan had always been at odds, simply because they disliked each other.

And her title of “Xuanling Mountain’s Number One Scoundrel” was earned precisely for beating up this bastard, Liu Yan.

Liu Yan stopped, raised his hands above his head, and took a few steps back, but his eyes were full of disdain. He even whistled at Mu Xuewei again, full of provocation, before giving a lewd smile and reluctantly walking towards Chengfeng Hall.

Mu Xuewei sneered internally, but on the surface, she wore an expression of shame like a virtuous woman who had been molested.

Seeing Mu Xuewei’s expression, Lin Yumo was even more furious. She drew the Kunwu Sword, ready to beat Liu Yan up again.

Just then, Mu Xuewei stopped her. “Don’t, Senior Sister.”

“You’ll be punished.” Mu Xuewei held Lin Yumo’s hand and pressed the Kunwu Sword back into its sheath.

A woman in a red dress and a bright, generous appearance walked towards them. A jade-green sword was attached to her waist. She waved at Mu Xuewei, walked over, completely bypassed Lin Yumo, and said:

“Xuewei! Where did you buy your clothes? They’re so beautiful.”

Mu Xuewei smiled. “My Senior Sister said she got them at the front mountain.”

She had started observing her fellow disciples’ attire since she stepped onto the stairs of Chengfeng Hall. Most people wouldn’t choose to wear the standard Daoist robes distributed at the front mountain, but occasionally some did.

However, their white robes were extremely simple, the cut was old-fashioned, and the sleeves even had untrimmed threads sticking out, making them look shabby.

Shen Zhuli glanced at Lin Yumo, her eyes meaningful. “Your Senior Sister lied to you. They don’t give out styles this good at the front mountain.”

“And that floral pattern is clearly embroidered stitch by stitch. That must be worth dozens of taels per bolt, right?”

Mu Xuewei tilted her head and smiled, her eyes as clear as a breeze and bright moon, and said lightly, “Is that so? I don’t know.”

“Definitely—” Shen Zhuli cast an envious look at her. “Aiya, your Senior Sister is really good to you.”

Mu Xuewei nodded, her gaze turning to Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo shot her a glance. She heard their conversation but pretended not to, stretched her neck, which was stiff from a bad sleep position, and walked up absentmindedly.

Chengfeng Hall’s main purpose was a classroom. The Hall Master was the Sixth Elder, Ling Xiao.

As for the first lesson, it was generally about how they were the future of Xuanling Mountain, the cultivators trained by Xuanling Mountain, and how they would strengthen Xuanling Mountain in the future… and so on. The opening speech was the same every year, unchanging and without any novelty, making Lin Yumo’s ears almost calloused from listening.

…

For lunch, Lin Yumo, Mu Xuewei, and Li Shuangxing sat at a table in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

Lin Yumo’s mind was blank, her gaze falling on Mu Xuewei’s shoulder. Bloodstains were seeping out of her wound again, leaving a blood dot on her white robe.

She remembered wrapping several layers of gauze for Mu Xuewei. Even if the wound couldn’t heal overnight, it shouldn’t be bleeding again.

Was it because she practiced swordplay today?

Lin Yumo pointed at her with her chopsticks. “You should go change the dressing. The wound might have opened up.”

Mu Xuewei turned her head to look at her shoulder and neck, showing no intention of getting up to change the dressing. She just said softly, “I can’t reach it.”

Lin Yumo didn’t reply, lowering her head to eat her rice. Of course, she knew what Mu Xuewei meant: she wanted her to help change the dressing.

But she was her Senior Sister, not a maid to serve her. Moreover, despite the location of the wound being somewhat inconvenient to deal with, it was not impossible for her to change the dressing herself.

She didn’t want to spoil her. Why should she spoil her?

Mu Xuewei picked up her rice with her chopsticks, a few grains at a time, eating as delicately as a chick pecking rice.

Li Shuangxing suddenly spoke up, “How about I…”

“Clack—” Mu Xuewei put down her chopsticks. She slowly straightened them and looked at Li Shuangxing indifferently.

Li Shuangxing swallowed the last mouthful of rice he had, then said, “I mean, I’m finished eating, so maybe I’ll leave first. You two take your time.”

Mu Xuewei curved her lips into a harmless smile, her slender white finger resting on the teapot. “Are you not going to choke, Brother, eating so quickly? Why not have a sip of tea to wash it down?”

Li Shuangxing quickly shook his head. “No need, I’m going back first. I’ll wash it down in my room. There’s tea in the room.”

He grinned. “In the room, there is tea.”

He quickly walked into the room, grabbed the teapot from the table, and tilted his head back, but not a drop of water came out.

He forced himself to swallow a mouthful of saliva, patted his chest, and managed to just barely wash down the last bite of rice.

The atmosphere at the dining table was extremely awkward.

Lin Yumo was only focused on eating, picking up a vegetable from the plate and eating a mouthful of rice.

Meanwhile, Mu Xuewei sat opposite her dryly, not eating a single bite but attentively picking chili shreds out of Lin Yumo’s vegetables.

Lin Yumo had little rice left in her bowl. She slowed down, imitating Mu Xuewei’s manner just now, and delivered small mouthfuls to her mouth.

Only when she finished the last grain did she look up at Mu Xuewei.

“Let’s go.”

“Where to?”

“To change your dressing.”

She followed Mu Xuewei into the room and closed the door.

Lin Yumo sat behind her, unraveling the gauze little by little and reapplying Jinchuang Powder (a type of medicinal powder) to the broken skin.

She stared at the wound in a daze, feeling more and more like something wasn’t right. Mu Xuewei had Demonic Veins in her body, after all. Even if her Demonic Veins hadn’t awakened, healing a Butterfly Demon’s wound shouldn’t be difficult.

But since she practiced swordplay this morning, it was reasonable for the wound to have cracked open.

If she didn’t focus on healing but rushed to practice swordplay, when would the wound ever heal?

She didn’t speak, but the hand applying the Jinchuang Powder paused at her wound and pressed with a little force.

“Senior Sister!” Mu Xuewei exclaimed in pain. “It hurts!”

Lin Yumo withdrew her hand and used a handkerchief to wipe off the remaining Jinchuang Powder. “Heal the injury completely before practicing the sword.”

Otherwise, it would start bleeding again.

…

Lin Yumo stood in the courtyard, staring at Mu Xuewei’s room for a long time, her heart a mix of complex emotions.

She helplessly smoothed the wispy hair on her forehead, patted the sword at her waist, and carried the dirty laundry basket to the backyard.

The dirty clothes from Shili Langdang had been put off until today; she truly couldn’t delay any longer.

She picked and chose, planning to wash the small items first.

Her hand paused. Underneath a cyan robe was a white one with a long bloodstain.

This is… Mu Xuewei’s…?

Picking further down, there were underclothes, drawers, and… a bellyband!

“Mu Xuewei! Get out here right now!”

The birds in the Purple Bamboo Forest were so startled by this shout that their wings fluttered, and they hurriedly flew away from the branches.

“Senior Sister.” Mu Xuewei walked out of the room unhurriedly. “What is it?”

What is it? What do you mean, ‘What is it?’

Lin Yumo held her clothes together, using the white robe to cover the bellyband, her face slightly flushed.

“First, your dirty clothes are not allowed to be mixed with mine. Second, you… you should wash that… that thing separately. Outer clothes have a lot of dust and dirt, so it’s best not to put them together!”

Mu Xuewei nodded as if she half-understood. “Mm,” she said, then turned to go back inside.

“You, you wait right there! Wash your dirty clothes! If you delay any longer, they’ll get moldy!”

Those were expensive brocade she bought with two silver notes; she couldn’t just throw them away after wearing them once.

Mu Xuewei held onto the clothes rack and bowed slightly. “But Senior Sister, I…”

“My ‘Kushui’ (menstruation) has arrived, and I can’t touch cold water… Can you please help me just this once…” She bowed her waist even further, leaning against the rack. “I’ll help Senior Sister wash next time, alright?”

I’m going to %#$.*

Lin Yumo’s hand, holding her clothes, froze there. What could she say? Could she really say, ‘No, you have to do it yourself’? That would be too heartless.

Besides, the person in front of her was Mu Xuewei, who was not yet eighteen, and even the Demon Lord would have those couple of inconvenient days, right?

Moreover, she had accepted the butter candy Mu Xuewei bought for her. So, she had to repay this favor.

She regretted being greedy for those two pieces of butter candy.

However… they are both women, so washing clothes shouldn’t have any taboos…

She convinced herself of this, and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

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