The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Tong Siqing suddenly realized she might have let something slip. Seeing Shi Zhihua’s increasingly dark expression, she quickly tried to mend her words: “It wasn’t me… I… I didn’t bully them either… I was just giving an example. I just wanted to prove that I’m as formidable as that person.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

So this is the novel experience of being treated like an idiot.

Shi Zhihua was in a bad mood. She hadn’t gained any advantage from Tong Siqing and felt uncomfortable.

She looked up at the Memory Orb again, thinking, If I can’t taste sweetness from Tong Siqing, I’ll take it out on her father.

If she could manage to make the Sage-Scribe spit blood, that would still be quite satisfying.

Thinking this, Shi Zhihua’s mood relaxed slightly.

She called Tong Siqing to stand directly beneath the Memory Orb, draped several of her own clean clothes over the girl, and commanded: “Kneel. Kneel until I am satisfied.”

Out of apology, Tong Siqing obediently knelt.

Shi Zhihua looked at Tong Siqing—Right now, in this pitiful state, who wouldn’t feel distressed? Draped in her clothes, her eyes moist and glistening, she clearly looked utterly bullied.

Never mind her father, even I feel a pang of heartache just looking at her.

Tong Siqing knelt there completely unaware, while Shi Zhihua, clutching her aching heart, quickly sent a telepathic message summoning Surong.

Shi Zhihua retrieved the Memory Orb, thought about it again, and decided it wasn’t appropriate.

She couldn’t let the Sage-Scribe see these scenes.

Only she could watch them.

“Kneel closer.”

Shi Zhihua beckoned, pulled Tong Siqing’s collar higher, and completely covered the girl.

Shi Zhihua decided to keep the previous contents of the Memory Orb for herself.

Then, she used a new Memory Orb to record Tong Siqing kneeling.

This new one, of course, was to be sent to the Sage-Scribe.

After doing all this, she drew back her hand, satisfied.

Good, that’s enough.

The time spent waiting for Surong to arrive was long and arduous. Shi Zhihua couldn’t help but look at Tong Siqing. Although the girl maintained a reverent expression, Shi Zhihua was secretly distressed.

If she continued kneeling like this, who knew who would be tormenting whom.

Shi Zhihua stood up, pacing back and forth anxiously.

When Surong arrived, Shi Zhihua avoided Tong Siqing and handed her the new Memory Orb: “Find a way to get this into the Sage-Scribe’s hands.”

Surong accepted the order and simultaneously reported: “Your Excellency, Wu Ziyu has escaped.”

Wu Ziyu was the succubus who had been relentlessly pursuing the Demon Lord. She had been severely injured and thrown into the dungeon last time, but had now run away.

Since she was from the Hehuan Sect, Shi Zhihua hadn’t intended to kill her outright initially. If she hadn’t run, she would have been locked up for life.

But if she ran…

Shi Zhihua spoke coldly: “Kill her.”

Surong, holding the Memory Orb, lowered her head and said: “Understood.”

With that, Surong secretly glanced at Tong Siqing kneeling nearby.

Tong Siqing was kneeling wholeheartedly, concentrating as if she were meditating or cultivating. If her hair hadn’t been wet, Surong wouldn’t have even known she was being bullied.

Surong: “…”

The orb in her hand suddenly felt a little hot.

This was the Demon Lord’s bedchamber—bedchamber, hot spring, wet hair, clothes, and Tong Siqing. Putting these words together did not bode well.

She didn’t need to guess what had just happened.

No matter what happened, it was enough to enrage the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe.

Surong inwardly trembled. If she really gave this Memory Orb to the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe, she might never return.

The Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe might appear emotionless, but he was fiercely protective of his own. If he found out that Surong hadn’t guarded Tong Siqing properly and allowed the Demon Lord to bully her, she would surely lose her head!

Surong, already in a difficult position, just wanted to get by.

“Go deliver it.”

Shi Zhihua turned back to Tong Siqing and said, “You, go kneel outside the bedchamber.”

Shi Zhihua concealed the old Memory Orb in her sleeve, her fingertips lightly stroking its smooth surface. The suppressed sensual thoughts resurfaced.

She wanted to dismiss Tong Siqing and look at the contents of the previous Memory Orb alone.

Tong Siqing obediently rose and walked outside.

Surong quickly followed her out.

Outside the chamber, Surong quietly asked her: “How are you? If the bullying becomes too much, tell me, and I will safely return you to the Xianning Sect, whole and unharmed.”

Tong Siqing sneezed, possibly catching a bit of cold: “It’s nothing. She didn’t make things difficult for me.”

Surong looked down at her reddened knees, unsure what to say.

And this isn’t called bullying?

As the Chief of the Nine Sages, Tong Siqing only ever needed to kneel before her Father-Venerable. She rarely performed those tedious ceremonies that required kneeling repeatedly. Her Father-Venerable would never let her kneel for so long. Growing up, her knees had never been hurt. With such soft, tender skin, today was probably the only time she had knelt for such an extended period.

The Demon Lord was cold-blooded and ruthless. It was fortunate she only made her kneel and didn’t subject her to any other torture.

Surong felt a little sorry for her.

She said: “I’ll return to Xianning soon. Do you have anything you want me to relay to the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe?”

Tong Siqing shook her head.

She didn’t have much to say even when facing her Father-Venerable.

Sending a message was even less likely.

“Nothing?” Surong thought she had reservations, so she tried to reassure her: “You don’t only have to speak up when you’ve been wronged. You can mention what you like, too. Did you have any favorite foods or things you liked to play with in the Xianning Sect? I can bring them for you.”

Tong Siqing shook her head again she didn’t like anything.

“My Father-Venerable doesn’t let me eat that random stuff. I entered Bigu [abstinence from grains] when I was very young, so I haven’t eaten cooked food.” Tong Siqing recalled. “As for playing… I didn’t. I’m not interested in those things.”

Surong was stunned.

Her life sounds too dull.

“Then how did you usually spend your time in the Xianning Sect?”

Surong’s tone was gentle, wanting to understand this esteemed Immortal Sage. As the Heavenly Venerable’s own daughter, if she didn’t love anything, how did she spend her time?

“Cultivation, practicing my sword… nothing else.”

Tong Siqing knelt very straight, not seeming to view this as a punishment. She appeared accustomed to this kind of boring, time-consuming behavior.

Accustomed to practicing her sword alone in the bamboo forest and the water pavilion, accustomed to meditating and cultivating her mind alone.

Due to this long-term habit, her eyes were utterly pure and sincere. She had never experienced a life of indulgence, so she didn’t know what was interesting or what was boring.

Surong felt a pang of sympathy for her.

She wanted to reach out and pat Tong Siqing’s head, but then she remembered that although the girl was young, her status was far above her own. It was already overstepping to address her informally, so how could she make such a gesture?

Forget it.

“Wait for me, I’ll go back and beg the Demon Lord for mercy,” Surong turned back the way she came. “Don’t kneel anymore. Apologize to the Demon Lord, act a little spoiled, and all the problems will be solved.”

She could see the Demon Lord’s indulgence and affection for Tong Siqing. She wouldn’t harm Tong Siqing the way she treated Wu Ziyu.

As long as she cares, she can be persuaded.

“There’s no need,” Tong Siqing held onto her sleeve, speaking slowly. “It’s just kneeling for a while. I don’t mind.”

Surong stood still, her back to her, and fell silent.

“I like it here. It’s much more interesting than the Xianning Sect.”

Not far away, servants came and went, a few of them seeming to look their way. Tong Siqing curiously looked at them too, and then told Surong: “I want to stay in the Demon Realm.”

Surong tightened her grip on the Memory Orb in her sleeve. She thought, if the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe sees this Memory Orb, then Tong Siqing absolutely cannot stay here. Although she didn’t know why Tong Siqing liked the Demon Realm, Surong also thought the girl’s life in the Immortal Realm sounded boring. Perhaps… the Demon Realm truly offered her more freedom.

Surong nodded: “Alright.”

She made up her mind: She would secretly hide this Memory Orb and absolutely not let the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe find out about it.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll head to Xianning now,” Surong bade farewell to Tong Siqing and hurried away.

Not long after she left, the servants who had been watching Tong Siqing from a distance walked over.

“Oh, isn’t this the little girl Master Surong brought back from Xianning? She looks so fresh and lively. What did you do wrong? Do you want us to plead with the Demon Lord for you?”

The newcomers were demons who had cultivated human forms. They couldn’t walk away once they saw how pretty Tong Siqing was.

They gathered around, their eyes filled with a longing. This was a little Immortal fairy from the Xianning Sect! She looked so tender and soft. Eating her would surely greatly increase their cultivation!

Anyone who offends the Demon Lord will surely be thrown out for everyone to eat before long. So why not…

A Watersnake Demon bent down suggestively, embracing Tong Siqing’s shoulder and excitedly sniffing her: “Such a wonderful scent~”

Support The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist.