My Demon Lord Junior Sister Is Pretending to Be Good to Seduce Me - Chapter 9

“Going down the mountain for a feast, do you dare?”

“Down the mountain!” Shen Zhuli was a little surprised and couldn’t help but exclaim, but she quickly covered her mouth and lowered her voice. “Really going down the mountain? Of course, I’m going. Sneaking down the mountain, how exciting is that!”

“Fine, then you’re treating.” Lin Yumo led the way with Mu Xuewei, genuinely intending to sneak down the mountain.

“That’s not fair, Senior Sister Yumo~” Shen Zhuli drew out her tone, sounding a bit coquettish.

Mu Xuewei slightly turned her head, a cold glint ready to emerge in her grey eyes as she glanced at Shen Zhuli.

Shen Zhuli raised an eyebrow, understanding immediately, and quickly retracted her tone, speaking properly: “I’ll treat, I’ll treat. It’s just a meal’s worth, and this girl has no shortage of money.”

Mu Xuewei curved her lips, smiling faintly without a change in expression.

Shen Zhuli looked at the two backs walking side-by-side in front of her, and couldn’t help but complain inwardly: Mu Xuewei, oh Mu Xuewei, what a great white lotus you are.

Both she and Mu Xuewei had entered the inner sect after passing the Hundred Trials Assembly from the outer sect. Having spent three years with Mu Xuewei in the outer sect, how could she not know her temper and personality?

Mu Xuewei was never one to swallow her anger. Not retaliating immediately was only because the timing was inappropriate.

Take this morning, for instance; it was indeed Liu Yan who provoked them first.

At that time, the wind was light and the clouds were calm. As soon as the bell rang for the end of class outside the hall, the disciples inside became energized.

Mu Xuewei and Shen Zhuli carried their swords and walked out, ready to return to their respective mountain gates.

Outside the gates of the Wind-Riding Hall, Liu Yan stood with his sword, blocking their way, and provocatively said, “Oh, Junior Sister Mu, why didn’t your Senior Sister come to accompany you today?”

Shen Zhuli could tell that the arrival was hostile. She carried her Deep Sea Tide-Sound Sword, slowly walked two steps toward Liu Yan, and unreservedly cursed, “None of your business.”

Liu Yan didn’t even spare a glance for Shen Zhuli. He raised his hand and shoved her aside, walking directly toward Mu Xuewei, forcing her to retreat two steps, almost tripping on the stairs.

He made no effort to hide his lewd smile. “Junior Sister Mu, how about we make a bet?”

“Hey! What are you doing? You dare cause trouble right in front of the Wind-Riding Hall’s gate!” Shen Zhuli held the Deep Sea Tide-Sound Sword horizontally between the two of them, the hilt pushing against Liu Yan’s chest, attempting to make him step away from Mu Xuewei.

She couldn’t help but grumble in her heart: Bro, stop messing around. I’m trying to save you.

Liu Yan grabbed the hilt of the Deep Sea Tide-Sound Sword and flung Shen Zhuli, causing her to stagger.

“Mount Xuanling only stipulates that one should not cause trouble inside the hall. Now that we are outside the hall, causing trouble is permitted.”

Moreover, he had been an inner sect disciple for three years, and he had his Senior Brother Chen Yan protecting him. Whom did he need to fear? He only occasionally showed courtesy to Lin Yumo out of respect for Fourth Elder Wei Qingyi.

He spoke boldly, “Now that the Fourth Elder is away, do you think I would still hold your Senior Sister in regard?”

“Just one sentence: are you betting or not?”

Mu Xuewei gave a gentle smile. “Naturally, I must respect Senior Brother’s request, I’ll bet. But Xuewei thinks that since it’s a gamble, there should be some stakes.”

When she smiled, Liu Yan was overjoyed. He pulled a jade token from his waist, waved his hand, and threw it towards Mu Xuewei, but Shen Zhuli snatched it first.

He said, “This jade token is a body-protecting artifact refined by my master. Today, it shall be the stake for Junior Sister.”

“Then what is Junior Sister Mu’s stake?” His gaze wandered over Mu Xuewei’s body.

Mu Xuewei said, “I don’t have anything valuable. How about this peach wood sword as the stake?”

Liu Yan sneered contemptuously. “I naturally wouldn’t care for this peach wood sword. How about Junior Sister herself be the stake?”

Mu Xuewei looked up at him, her expression momentarily grim, then curled her lips and said coldly, “V-e-r-y w-e-l-l.”

Only Shen Zhuli knew that the more Mu Xuewei smiled, the more dangerous she was.

Shen Zhuli swung the jade token that Liu Yan had thrown to her, distastefully pinching the cord with two fingers, holding the token suspended. She rolled her eyes at Liu Yan in her mind: Bro, you’ve courted death in the perfect way.

Liu Yan produced a dice shaker. “Let’s bet on whether the dice roll high or low.”

Mu Xuewei didn’t answer. She snatched the dice shaker from his hand, tossed it into the air, and caught it steadily. “I bet high.”

Liu Yan’s ears twitched. “I bet low.”

Mu Xuewei lifted the shaker: three sixes.

She tried to walk away to avoid Liu Yan, but he grabbed her. His expression was clearly poor. “Best of three is the rule! Don’t you know that!”

Mu Xuewei pulled her arm away, no longer hiding the disgust in her eyes. “Then let’s have another round.”

She was getting impatient. She wanted to return to the Purple Bamboo Forest; her Senior Sister was waiting for her.

The dice shaker rattled, and her cool voice followed. “What are you betting?”

“I bet high.” Liu Yan was sure that what he heard this time was correct, probably a five, five, and six.

“Then I’ll bet low.” Mu Xuewei lifted the shaker: three ones.

Shen Zhuli dangled the jade token in her hand, smugly saying, “We’re taking it!”

Liu Yan clenched his teeth, watching their retreating figures. He was even more furious and unwilling to lose just like that.

He drew his sword and pointed the tip at Mu Xuewei. “You, you cheated! You definitely cheated!”

Mu Xuewei narrowed her eyes, and another idea formed in her mind.

Shen Zhuli drew her sword with her right hand, but before the blade was out of the sheath, Mu Xuewei pressed it back in.

Mu Xuewei smiled faintly, and in a voice only the two of them could hear, she said, “Go to the Purple Bamboo Forest and find my Senior Sister. I can’t beat him.”

Shen Zhuli: ?

She was somewhat taken aback. No way, you’re dragging your Senior Sister into this too? Mu Xuewei, you’re really something.

She suppressed a laugh and “hurriedly” ran all the way to the Purple Bamboo Forest.

The group sat in the Shili Langdang restaurant, the largest and most famous one in Shili Langdang, which Lin Yumo had chosen.

She rarely had the opportunity to go down the mountain, and even fewer chances to come here, as it was quite expensive.

However, Shen Zhuli must be wealthy. She wielded the Deep Sea Tide-Sound Sword.

Legend had it that the Deep Sea Tide-Sound Sword had been lost after the war between immortals and demons. Later, it was rumored to be hidden by the Shen clan, a family of wealthy patrons in Qingzhou. Shen Zhuli also happened to be surnamed Shen, and the silk she wore was hundreds of taels per bolt. How could she lack this bit of money?

The three ordered wine and dishes. Lin Yumo asked, “Are you prepared for the Sword Trial Assembly that the inner sect is preparing for in a few days?”

“Of course,” Shen Zhuli replied. “I heard that the Profound Heaven Hall spared no expense this time and that the first place in the competition will receive a sword.”

Lin Yumo nodded, putting down her chopsticks. “Mm, it should be the Dragon Abyss Sword.”

She took a sip of tea and “Tsked.” “But that sword is just mediocre. To put it plainly, it’s just one that an ancient artifact-refiner failed to make. Only those old men still keep it like a treasure.”

Mu Xuewei drank her tea obediently. She remembered that although the Dragon Abyss Sword was a flawed sword, its power was not to be underestimated, or else the Sect Leader would not have treasured it.

Moreover, the Dragon Abyss Sword was the predecessor of the Kunwu Sword. The refiner failed to create the Dragon Abyss Sword before successfully forging the Kunwu Sword.

Later generations called the two swords ‘Twin Swords,’ also known as ‘Mandarin Duck Swords.’

Mu Xuewei narrowed her eyes, her emotions somewhat complicated. With her current ‘strength,’ it was impossible for her to secure the first place.

She looked at Lin Yumo, and after a moment, withdrew her gaze.

Lin Yumo, who was close by, was completely unaware, merely exchanging some past “experiences” with Shen Zhuli.

Late at night, in the Purple Bamboo Forest, Li Shuangxing stood in the courtyard, practicing his sword alone. His sword movements were light and airy, and his grip on the sword was loose, looking like nothing more than a flowery display.

He was truly bored and lonely by himself. He casually threw his sword, which stuck into the ground beneath the pear tree, and looked at the empty Purple Bamboo Forest, feeling helpless.

Lin Yumo must have snuck down the mountain again, and she even took the Junior Sister with her.

He looked up at the pitch-black sky, where only a single star shone, and couldn’t help but mutter, “Not a good example for a Senior Sister.”

No sooner had he finished complaining than two figures, one in green and one in white, slowly returned.

He quickly rushed toward Lin Yumo. “You finally remember to come back! If the Sect Master finds out… that you secretly went down the mountain again…”

He got closer and closer to Lin Yumo, and when he was three steps away, he reached out an arm, seemingly about to throw it over her shoulder.

Mu Xuewei subtly bypassed Lin Yumo’s right side to her left, taking a small step forward, making her closer to Li Shuangxing than Lin Yumo was.

Li Shuangxing noticed Mu Xuewei switching places with Lin Yumo and felt a little embarrassed.

With Lin Yumo, he could be carefree and familiar, as they had essentially grown up together since childhood. As a child, he even foolishly swore an oath under the pear tree to be sworn siblings with her.

But for this new Junior Sister in the Purple Bamboo Forest, he genuinely regarded her as a young lady. Even though the newly arrived Junior Sister was so… so forward, it made him feel somewhat awkward instead.

He awkwardly lowered his hand and walked slightly ahead of Mu Xuewei. For a moment, his thoughts were in disarray, and he didn’t know what to say.

He occasionally turned his head to glance at Lin Yumo, then stole a peek at Mu Xuewei with his peripheral vision.

Lin Yumo yawned. She was truly tired after the whole day. She thought she would have a drink to relieve her fatigue and then go to sleep.

She dug a jar of pear blossom wine from under the pear tree. The moment she broke the seal, the aroma of the wine wafted out.

She poured the pear blossom wine into a bowl, took a large gulp, and felt utterly satisfied.

“Junior Sister, would you like to practice swordplay together?” Li Shuangxing suddenly called out.

Mu Xuewei paused her steps toward Lin Yumo, frowned slightly, turned to face Li Shuangxing, and looked somewhat hesitant. “Senior Brother, my peach wood sword was broken by someone. I’m afraid I can’t practice with you.”

Li Shuangxing was a straightforward person and naturally didn’t catch the deeper meaning in her words. He simply extended his hand toward Lin Yumo. “Senior Sister, may I borrow your sword?”

Lin Yumo rested one elbow on the table, her hand clenched into a fist supporting her head. With the other hand, she touched the sword at her waist, pulled it out, and lazily tossed it toward Li Shuangxing.

Li Shuangxing caught the sword and presented it with both hands to Mu Xuewei. “How is your Senior Sister’s sword?”

Naturally, I love it to death.

Mu Xuewei and Li Shuangxing sparred. The shadows of the bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Forest fell onto the ground. When the wind moved, the shadows moved. When the wind stopped, the shadows did not.

Occasionally, two streaks of sword energy passed through the bamboo, hitting the leaves and causing a “rustling” sound.

Lin Yumo watched the two figures before her, her vision gradually blurring from clear focus. She stopped pouring the wine into the bowl and drank directly from the jar, tilting her head back until it was empty.

Why is it gone?

She looked at the “talented couple,” only able to see their general outline. Her gaze returned to the wine bowl. This was the most common pear blossom wine. She had never gotten drunk on it before. Why did she feel somewhat intoxicated today, and also a little… unhappy…

Strange…

She had enjoyed a night of freedom down the mountain and felt very happy and content when she returned. Why did she feel lost after drinking the pear blossom wine?

It must be the wine’s fault!

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