The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Demon Realm, Palace of Decadence and Lust (Yuyin Palace).

Green roof tiles and carved ridges, high walls looking down, with a purple mist drifting faintly.

Those who knew understood this was the Demon Lord’s palace, but those who didn’t might mistake it for some Celestial Realm pavilion.

Clearly, at this moment, there was one person “who didn’t know” standing inside the Demon Palace.

She was clearly not a member of the Demon Race.

The Demon Race favored extravagant colors, their clothing was intricate and gorgeous, mostly in deep black or dark purple.

But this person was wearing a striking, plain white cloud-satin dress, without a trace of mixed color. Far from blending in, her attire looked very much like what those hypocrites in the Immortal Realm wore.

“Who are you?” a Demon dressed like an attendant stepped forward.

He wore a fierce, evil-spirit mask and spoke rudely, “Do you have nothing to do, standing here for what?”

Tong Siqing was startled by the mask. She turned around and apologized, “Excuse me, is this the Demon Palace? I seem to be lost.”

Attendant: “Of course, it’s the Demon Palace!”

It really is the Demon Palace?

Tong Siqing’s eyes showed an unsophisticated look, her envy almost palpable.

Demon Attendant: “…”

Where did this country bumpkin-like demon come from?

Tong Siqing finally put away her wandering gaze and politely asked, “Then, could you please tell me roughly where the Demon Lord is?”

The masked Demon immediately became vigilant, observing the person in front of him with intense focus.

This person really did look like someone from the Immortal Realm, but she was too foolish… to be one. Those hypocrites in the Immortal Realm were all astute and skilled at disguise. How could she so openly wear immortal clothes and stand alone in the Demon Palace?

Waiting for a siege?

The Demon guard removed his mask, staring at Tong Siqing with his large, bell-like eyes.

She had a pair of tiny, pinprick red moles near her Jingming acupoints. Two long, thin strands of dark hair were braided and hung down her chest. Behind her ears, her hair was styled into a docile, drooping bun, and there were fuzzy white ornaments at the crown of her head… She must be a little fox spirit who just entered the world.

Tong Siqing felt slightly embarrassed being stared at and took two steps back.

“If you’re lost, head north. You can get out there and find your mother.”

The Demon guard’s voice softened. Since she was a little demon, he shouldn’t use such a harsh tone. As a great demon who had become a devil, he couldn’t bully a little fox who had just entered the world.

Tong Siqing nodded, then obliviously continued to ask, “But you still haven’t answered my question, where is the Demon Lord…?”

Demon Guard: “What business could you possibly have with the Demon Lord? The Demon Lord is busy today.”

Tong Siqing: “It’s nothing important.”

Just assassinating her, that’s all.

Yesterday, while in seclusion, she suddenly felt the binding force that controlled her disappear. At the same time, she saw a heavenly secret—she was the heroine in a Xianxia novel, and her mission was to eliminate the villain and uphold justice throughout the world.

Since the matter was significant, she urgently convened the righteous faction for an all-night consultation. They eventually decided on a plan: sending her to assassinate the villain.

Because she was the protagonist, the Heavenly Dao would favor her, and the assassination would be much safer.

Furthermore, according to the story’s development, the Demon Lord would be ill tonight and utterly defenseless.

There would never be a better time to assassinate!

Before Tong Siqing could say anything else, a group of white-bearded elders teleported her to the Demon Realm.

The result… she circled for a long time and couldn’t find the Demon Palace.

It wasn’t her fault. The Demon Realm was populous and prosperous, with a vibrancy that soothed the hearts of all mortals.

If she ever had leisure time in the future, she might stay here and explore for a while.

Wait, no, what was she thinking?

Getting the assassination done was the priority.

Even venturing alone deep into the Demon Palace, she was fearless. As the top prodigy of the Immortal Sect and a sword cultivator favored by heaven, mere demons and monsters were no match for her.

Moreover, she was the protagonist. Even if she couldn’t defeat the great villain, Heaven would help her, and she wouldn’t lose her life even if the assassination failed.

Tong Siqing was highly confident and went off to search by herself, sword in hand.

Half an hour later, she arrived at the palace with the fewest people.

It had few people, but it was luxurious.

Thanks to her moment of cleverness—the Immortal Realm opposed extravagance, so the Demon Realm must be the opposite. The richest and most lavish place had to be the Demon Lord’s residence!

That made perfect sense.

Tong Siqing smoothly infiltrated the exterior of the bedchamber and then quietly slipped inside.

This place had no attendants or servants in sight. In the vast bedchamber, she walked around for a long time, from the hot spring bath to the side hall, until she reached the bed.

She didn’t think much, using the hilt of her sword to lift the red gauze canopy, and her gaze fell inside—

On the luxurious bed lay a thick, brilliant scarlet silk quilt. Outside the quilt was a pair of extremely long and pale legs. The owner of the legs seemed to be suffering greatly. Her toes pressed against the silk quilt, but unable to find any substantial purchase, they slipped helplessly downwards across the smooth surface.

The thin, smooth toes were pale, but all the nails were a rosy, pale pink.

Tong Siqing instantly realized what was happening. Her mind exploded, and she quickly apologized and backed away: “I’m sorry, I have disturbed your profound peace, Fellow Daoist.”

She hugged the sword tightly, reciting a purity mantra as she walked out.

Wait a minute…

This was the Demon Palace. Where did a “Fellow Daoist” come from!

Tong Siqing turned back and walked back. She returned to the bedside, ready to reach out and check again.

Then she remembered that she had never seen what the great villain looked like. What if she mistook the person?

How should she confirm this!

Tong Siqing hugged her sword, troubled, wondering how to confirm that the person was the villainous Demon Lord.

Should she just ask?

“Hello,” Tong Siqing asked politely with her eyes closed, “May I ask where the Demon Lord’s residence is?”

The person inside the canopy did not reply for a long time.

A moment later, a dim, fluttering piece of red silk fell at Tong Siqing’s feet. The silk was stained with blood, cut like specks of stars, leaving a strange taste in her mouth.

Tong Siqing could only hug her sword and fall into contemplation.

She remembered that the villain was a rare great beauty in the world, with the most superior appearance in the Demon Realm. Should she lift the curtain one more time to look? If this was a beauty, then it must be the Demon Lord.

Just as Tong Siqing prepared to lift the bed curtain again, a muffled, distressed gasp suddenly came from inside the red canopy.

Tong Siqing’s hand trembled. She dared not overstep her bounds.

She had been constrained by the rules of the righteous path since childhood and truly could not handle such sounds. The other person hadn’t even done anything, but she was already half-blushing herself.

“My apologies.”

Tong Siqing apologized, then stiffly pulled back the red canopy to check.

This time, she finally saw and confirmed it—the person before her was the great villain!

In her endless years, Tong Siqing had seen too many restrained and indifferent cultivators and thought that all human appearances were just two eyes and a nose, and couldn’t differ too much. Only today did she realize that even with just a nose and eyes, one could look this beautiful!

She had never witnessed such a beautiful appearance. It was a heart-striking magnificence, like a black panther poised to pounce on her chest, making her instantly flustered and helpless.

That face was aggressively beautiful. Her phoenix eyes were sharp and held a hidden depth, and her eye color was a rare dark red, like a seductive evil spirit that made people instantly fall and lose their wits.

To make matters worse, she was biting a piece of scarlet silk with her extremely thin, sandalwood-colored lips. Because she was disturbed, she looked slightly angry, as if she were about to devour Tong Siqing alive right away.

Tong Siqing stood respectfully.

And just stared back at her.

In the past, when Tong Siqing was scolded by her Immortal Master, she would subconsciously stand straight and accept punishment. Since no one ever truly caused her great harm, she rarely put up her guard against people in high positions. Furthermore, her status was high in the Immortal Peak, and generally, no one would provoke her. That carefree environment left her completely unprepared.

Her gaze was utterly pure, appearing especially innocent.

Separated by a gauze canopy that barely offered any concealment, one lying down and one standing, one burning with a powerful aphrodisiac and the other completely naive, the atmosphere was exceptionally bizarre.

Tong Siqing finally gathered her wits.

She subtly swallowed, then raised her sword.

At the sight of the sword light, the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua’s consciousness barely returned. As Tong Siqing’s sword light fell, she endured the discomfort and dodged.

Tong Siqing’s sword strike had no spell power behind it, clumsy like a mortal holding a sword for the first time. Shi Zhihua’s dodge was also difficult; she merely rolled over, and her smooth silk garment slipped off her shoulder, exposing a large area of her fair back.

Tong Siqing: “…”

What should she do? Her hand was trembling again.

This sword! It just wouldn’t obey and strike down.

“Seeking death,” Shi Zhihua’s dark red eyes suddenly changed color. She propped herself up on her arm, ready to crush this clueless intruder.

To strike or not to strike?

Tong Siqing was extremely conflicted. She tried her best to keep her gaze from wandering, but her heart couldn’t calm down.

In the Xianning Sect, everyone had to strictly abide by the rules: no exposed skin, no disheveled clothes, etc. Aside from herself, she had never seen another person’s body structure. This was the first time, and it was so close…

Tong Siqing used her wide, soft sleeve to cover her face, concealing the fact that she was stirred.

Shi Zhihua didn’t manage to land any attack either. Tong Siqing quietly opened her eyes and saw that the other person was like a kitten with weak limbs, fiercely extending her arm to scratch, only for it to fall softly back onto the couch.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Tong Siqing leaned over, picked up that arm, and helped tuck it back under the quilt: “H-How about… we fight again after you get dressed properly?”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

“Don’t misunderstand, I am a righteous person, and I won’t take advantage of you.” Tong Siqing thought for a moment and suggested, “Although I was sent to assassinate you, it’s too much of a bully if you haven’t even put on your clothes. Let’s fight once you are dressed, how about that?”

She definitely didn’t admit that she knew the other person was poisoned, which is why she came to assassinate her!

She also didn’t admit that she was too thin-skinned to raise her sword against a beauty!

Shi Zhihua: “…”

No one could have predicted that the world’s most tyrannical Demon Lord would fall into such an embarrassing predicament today. It was because she had carelessly been poisoned by a succubus’s aphrodisiac, and stubbornly refused to seek someone to resolve it, intending to tough it out. To prevent the scandal from leaking, she had used “being busy” as an excuse to send all her subordinates and attendants outside.

Who could have guessed that someone would bypass the numerous guards of the Demon Palace and come straight to her bedchamber?

And this person was here for an assassination.

The method of assassination was very childish.

More like an insult.

Shi Zhihua’s strength had been drained, and she could only lean against a soft pillow, obliquely observing her.

She came to assassinate without even bothering to disguise herself, still wearing her usual Immortal Realm attire. Behind her ears was a slightly curved hanging bun, adorned with auspicious cloud tassels. The needle-like tassels swayed灵动 (spiritedly), combined with her beautiful, clear round eyes, she looked utterly guileless.

The Xianning Sect sent this little girl alone to assassinate me?

They must truly underestimate me.

Shi Zhihua sneered, her lips curving into a mocking arc: “Just you? Who are you? Are those old fogies not setting you up by sending you alone?”

Tong Siqing bowed her hands: “I am the daughter of the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable, the Chief of the Nine Immortals, named Tong Siqing.”

Shi Zhihua’s playful smile suddenly froze.

This heartless girl was actually the descendant of the Sage-Scribe, a prodigy who reached the rank of Nine Sages at a young age.

It was her.

Tong Siqing still stood obediently. Shi Zhihua carefully observed her, scrutinizing her from head to toe.

She was clearly a girl raised under the protection of the Immortal Clan, with a stern and pure spiritual aura surrounding her, already possessing the demeanor of an Immortal Sage.

In her current state, there was no way she could survive the girl’s sword strike.

However…

Shi Zhihua lightly crooked her index finger, signaling the other party to come closer. She lifted Tong Siqing’s chin, gently asking, “Your Father-Venerable is truly reckless, sending you alone.”

Tong Siqing’s lips were suddenly pressed by a burning fingertip. Just as she was about to open her mouth to argue, her tongue was gently pressed down.

She looked at the other party in confusion, her innocent eyes asking the meaning of this action.

Shi Zhihua’s smile deepened. She was very curious to know what kind of expression the Sage-Scribe would have if he knew his daughter was dragged onto her couch.

Nothing would anger those hypocrites in the Immortal Realm more than this.

The thought itself was quite amusing.

Shi Zhihua’s voice was low and seductive, like a malicious viper flicking its tongue near Tong Siqing’s ear: “Yes, I should tidy up before fighting you, but I’m a bit indisposed right now, as you can see.”

Tong Siqing understood, so she asked, “Then should I wait for you outside?”

“No need.” Shi Zhihua propped her head up and looked at her, then casually pointed behind her. “Could you come up and help me reach something? I don’t have the strength and can’t quite get it.”

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