My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 8

Lin Yumo scooped water from the large water vat. Although the water was cold, given her extremely cold constitution, she didn’t find it ice-cold on her hands.

Her hands rested on the clothes, and she slightly turned her head, watching Mu Xuewei out of the corner of her eye.

Mu Xuewei gradually straightened up and walked back with a limp, disappearing around the corner.

Only when Mu Xuewei’s figure completely vanished around the corner did Lin Yumo truly turn her head back, her gaze falling on the clothes rack.

Should I boil some hot water for her to drink…? She probably feels quite uncomfortable…

Lin Yumo retracted her gaze, her fingers stirring the soap bubbles.

She rinsed her hands in the water, and just as she was about to get up, a large kettle appeared in front of her, pouring hot water into the wooden basin.

Mu Xuewei bent down, dipped her hand into the wooden basin, and tested the water temperature.

“Senior Sister, it’s not cold anymore.”

Lin Yumo: …?

Lin Yumo squinted at her, helping her steady the kettle. “Mu Xuewei.”

She leaned closer to Mu Xuewei, her high ponytail hanging down. The sunlight fell on the tips of her hair, adding a touch of youthful vigor.

“I find… you’re quite naughty.”

So she knew that mixing hot water with cold water makes warm water, yet she still told me she ‘was afraid of the cold’ and ‘couldn’t touch it.’ Just like that night at the Ten-Mile Canglang, she knew Senior Brother was a kind soul. As long as she got him to agree to let her return to the mountain first, it would be difficult for him to disagree with anything else she said later.

One of Mu Xuewei’s hands was resting on her abdomen, and the other was tugging on Lin Yumo’s sleeve. “I knew Senior Sister was soft-hearted.”

The pain made her legs give way, and she stumbled, gripping Lin Yumo’s sleeve tighter to steady herself, which brought her a little closer to Lin Yumo.

Lin Yumo quickly grabbed her arm, steadying her.

The dirty clothes were already soaking in the water. No matter what, they had to be washed, and Mu Xuewei only had these two decent outfits. She couldn’t wear bloodstained clothes to the cultivation academy tomorrow.

Lin Yumo took the kettle from her, and her voice softened to match Mu Xuewei’s, saying gently, “Don’t let it happen again.”

Since Lin Yumo brought back the news about the Butterfly Demon, the Soul-Sealing Pill, and the Hell Grass, Wei Qingyi’s heart had become increasingly uneasy.

She always felt that the war between immortals and demons decades ago had left a lingering disaster, but the cause of the disaster had never fully revealed itself.

She decided to personally go to the Nine Abyss Malefic Domain to investigate. Before that, she still needed to instruct her precious disciple once more to avoid causing trouble.

However, even if trouble arose, it wouldn’t matter—at worst, she’d just draw her sword and beat someone up.

Lin Yumo carefully recalled that in her previous life, the Butterfly Demon only appeared in the region where the Xuanling Mountain was located. Now, however, the Butterfly Demon appeared more or less in the areas where all seven great immortal families were situated, especially numerous at the Ten-Mile Canglang.

Why has everything changed in this life?

If everything can change, does this mean that Mu Xuewei might not become a demon either?

For several days in a row, Lin Yumo had been “mutually rushing” to the Chengfeng Hall under Mu Xuewei’s supervision. Today was no different.

“Senior Sister, it’s time to go to the lecture hall,” Mu Xuewei knocked on Lin Yumo’s door.

Lin Yumo was lounging in bed. She really didn’t want to study those dry and useless things anymore.

She pulled the quilt over her head. “I have a stomachache. Please tell the Sect Master for me.”

Whether Mu Xuewei told him or not didn’t really matter; the main thing was to find an excuse to put her off.

With a soft creak, the door was pushed open. Mu Xuewei gently pulled back half of the quilt, those gray pupils staring at Lin Yumo, making Lin Yumo feel a little guilty. “Is Senior Sister’s stomach really hurting?”

Lin Yumo snatched the quilt back from her hand and covered her head again. “Mhm, it really hurts.”

“Then I’ll stay here and keep Senior Sister company, okay?”

Lin Yumo was used to skipping classes. At most, she would suffer a small punishment—going hungry, facing the wall, or getting a few lashes—none of which bothered her.

But Mu Xuewei was different. She was famously obedient and well-liked in the eyes of the Sect Master. If Mu Xuewei were punished because of her, Lin Yumo would feel somewhat uneasy.

Lin Yumo became a little more energetic and extended one hand from under the quilt. “Not a good idea.”

“I’m an adult. Why would I still need you to take care of me?” Her tone was a bit harsh, even somewhat commanding.

Mu Xuewei was stunned. After thinking for a long time, she couldn’t find a suitable excuse to stay, so she could only reluctantly say, “Alright.”

“Oh, right,” Lin Yumo called out to Mu Xuewei. “Be careful.”

Li Shuangxing was older than them and didn’t need to go to Chengfeng Hall for lessons with the Sect Master; she went directly to the Xuantian Hall to study under the Grand Elder.

Lin Yumo was a little worried that Mu Xuewei might be bullied, especially since she was so beautiful.

Past noon, Mu Xuewei still hadn’t returned.

Lin Yumo glanced at the dining table, feeling a little worried.

“Senior Sister Lin! Senior Sister Lin!”

Lin Yumo looked out of the purple bamboo forest. The girl was dressed in red, with green threads embroidered into bamboo joints on her clothes, and she held a jade-green sword.

Lin Yumo hadn’t paid attention to Shen Zhuli’s sword when they last met. Now that she was closer, she realized it was the Jade Sea Tide Sound Sword (Bihai Chaosheng Jian).

Hadn’t this sword disappeared?

“Senior Sister Lin, Junior Sister Xuewei is in trouble!” Shen Zhuli stood there, panting, using her sword for support. It looked like she had run all the way here.

Lin Yumo rushed out. “What happened? Where is she?”

“Chengfeng Hall, someone…”

“Kunwu,” Lin Yumo softly called out, gripping the Kunwu Sword in her hand. She pulled Shen Zhuli along. “Tell me on the way.”

“Someone lost a bet to your Junior Sister, lost a jade pendant, and then actually went back on their word and used their influence to bully her!” Shen Zhuli patted her chest to catch her breath. “When the bet was made, only the two of them were present. No one else knew what they bet on.”

When they arrived at Chengfeng Hall, Mu Xuewei was standing there, her peach-wood sword broken, leaving only the hilt in her hand.

She pursed her lips, not saying a word, and her sleeve was torn.

Lin Yumo looked her up and down, and after a moment, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Good, she’s alright.

Lin Yumo rested her hand on the Kunwu Sword, blocking Mu Xuewei, looking like a street ruffian. Her brow furrowed, and the person who had made the bet with Mu Xuewei was Liu Yan again.

She pushed the sword out of its sheath by three inches. The characters “Kunwu” were engraved on the end.

She sneered disdainfully, “Oh, so it’s the loser again.”

Liu Yan’s face stiffened and looked unpleasant. He said, “I’ve long heard that Junior Sister Yumo has an excellent master, but Master Wei has gone to the Nine Abyss Malefic Domain. I’d like to see who can protect you now.”

He drew his sword and lunged at Lin Yumo.

To be called the “Second Scoundrel of Xuanling Mountain,” he must have had some skill. Unfortunately, such skill was insignificant in front of Lin Yumo.

The Kunwu Sword was drawn and collided repeatedly with the iron sword in Liu Yan’s hand. In less than three moves, the iron sword was twisted into two arcs, and the entire blade was warped.

Liu Yan staggered backward, nearly tumbling down the stairs, but was fortunately caught by someone.

That person walked out from behind him, carrying the Second Elder’s Sheathless Sword, whose blade was wider than two hands put together. The moment he twisted his wrist, an overbearing, magnificent force surged out.

Lin Yumo swept her sword, and that powerful, overbearing force vanished.

He said, “Junior Sister Yumo, we’re all fellow disciples. Why draw swords against each other?”

He plunged his sword into the ground, shattering the stone slab on the steps. “How about this? Let your Junior Sister return the jade pendant to my Junior Brother, and I’ll pretend nothing happened today. How about that?”

Absolutely not.

Lin Yumo cocked her head. “My Junior Sister’s clothes are torn. I bought them with two silver notes, and your Zhengde Hall must pay for the damage.”

“Also, my Junior Sister’s peach-wood sword is broken, and you must pay for that too.” She paused in her speech, as if she had thought of something. “As for your Junior Brother’s broken jade pendant, I think my Junior Sister was badly frightened by your Junior Brother, so that jade pendant must be kept by my Junior Sister as a prize.”

Chen Yan raised the giant sword, stepped onto the stairs, and charged toward Lin Yumo. “You’re asking for trouble! Since your Master isn’t here now, don’t be so arrogant!”

Chen Yan was tall and bulky, and wielding a giant sword naturally made him less agile than Lin Yumo.

“I am never arrogant,” Lin Yumo slid past his giant sword. “You are just unlucky to have run into me today.”

Lin Yumo didn’t need to use her full strength to deal with him, but his bulky build made him difficult to approach.

The Kunwu Sword slashed across the massive Sheathless Sword. The blades clashed fiercely, their strength equal.

Lin Yumo increased her power, swung the Kunwu Sword, and hacked at the blade of the giant sword, forcing Chen Yan to retreat several steps.

She mocked, “The Second Elder’s Sheathless Sword is a fine weapon. It’s a pity it ended up in the hands of a (wèizhì – good-for-nothing/trash) like you.”

Chen Yan was indeed enraged. Every sword strike was made with all his might, and every move was a killing blow aimed at Lin Yumo’s life.

Lin Yumo circled around behind him. The Kunwu Sword moved toward his collarbone. Just an inch from piercing his flesh, she checked her sword’s momentum, replaced it with two fingers, and jabbed straight into his collarbone area.

The pain made Chen Yan crash heavily to his knees, shattering the stone slabs on the steps.

Lin Yumo sheathed her sword, coldly glanced at the two idiots, pulled Mu Xuewei, and said, “Let’s go.”

She stopped and left a final message for Chen Yan, “I will send the bill to Zhengde Hall myself. If you can’t afford it, I’d be willing to accept your Master paying it back for you.”

Mu Xuewei smiled faintly, staring straight at Lin Yumo, her pale gray pupils bright and her eyes full of mirth.

Lin Yumo was confused. She was just bullied, and she can still smile? Is she stupid?

She slightly tilted her head. “Stop smiling. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Senior Sister admitted it.”

“Admitted what?”

“That my clothes were personally bought by Senior Sister and that you even spent two silver notes on them.” Mu Xuewei’s eyes were glistening with moisture, bright and sparkling. She took Lin Yumo’s sleeve, gently leading her forward, and added, “I like them very much.”

“Hey, wait for me.” Shen Zhuli trailed behind the two girls, holding her sword loosely. “Senior Sister Yumo, I helped your Purple Bamboo Forest out this time, didn’t I? Aren’t you going to invite me to dinner?”

“Well…” Lin Yumo paused. She greatly admired a woman with Shen Zhuli’s character, and since Shen Zhuli had taken good care of Mu Xuewei, Lin Yumo acknowledged her as a friend.

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