The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 108

Chapter 108

After Shi Zhihua left with Tong Siqing, Sheng Wen suddenly felt a strange sensation stirring in his heart.

Initially, he didn’t pay much attention, simply sitting meticulously at the desk, carefully folding the oil paper in front of him.

After smoothing and gathering the paper’s folds several times, his fingers suddenly slackened, as if all his strength had been drained, and his hand softly collapsed onto the table.

Why is this happening?

Sheng Wen strained to prop himself up, finding it hard to believe that he had actually fallen for the trick.

He tried to examine the last bit of residue in the oil-paper package, finding no potent poison. Moreover, the Demonic Venerable wouldn’t poison him in front of Siqing… So why was he feeling this way?

Sheng Wen struggled, wanting to stand up and inquire.

However, he couldn’t maintain his posture for long and collapsed again.

This time, his jade mask accidentally struck the corner of the table.

The mask fell to the floor, and Sheng Wen’s hand dropped.

When a so-called Sage falls, a celestial phenomenon should occur—an anomaly among the great birds, a rainbow piercing the sun all things should resonate with his emotion.

Sheng Wen, as the Heavenly Venerable, couldn’t hold on, and his vision momentarily darkened.

He closed his gray eyes and raised his hand to cover them.

The mask lay isolated on the side, slightly curved, like the shell of a hypocrite or the hard shield of a fragile person. Once removed, it would make the person who had grown accustomed to it feel restless and anxious.

Sheng Wen finally revealed a look of distress, his brows tightly furrowed.

Beneath his clearly defined fingers, a hint of almost sickly pale white skin was revealed.

He silently sighed in his heart, reaching with closed eyes to pick up the mask nearby.

Fortunately, the room is currently empty.

Thus, no one saw his face, which was stunningly beautiful, like an unworldly deity, untouched by the mundane smoke and fire of the marketplace. His eyes, usually filled with compassion, were now closed. Below his left eye were two faint immortal moles.

The two pinprick-sized immortal moles were obliquely arranged side by side. Although they were symbols of punishment, on his face, they looked like a vibrant huadian (forehead decoration).

They forcefully imbued the unworldly Sage with a hint of femininity.

In truth, calling them immortal moles was being generous; in a less flattering sense, they were marks of punishment from the Heavenly Dao.

Unlike those who fall from immortality into demonhood, the immortal moles were a warning.

Because Sheng Wen held a high position, the Heavenly Mandate granted him some leniency, allowing mere warnings to suffice.

Yet, he didn’t care, committing the offense twice.

Twice.

Two immortal moles.

He merely covered them with his mask, maintaining the facade of peace and pretending nothing had happened.

After all, no one in the world had seen the Heavenly Venerable’s true face, and no one dared to brazenly ask why he covered it.

Sheng Wen failed to reach the mask, firstly because the strength had left his body, and secondly because his eyes were closed, making it inconvenient to search for things.

He held his breath and adjusted for a moment, then reluctantly used his cultivation to soothe the discomfort.

The juniors were being mischievous and playful. It wouldn’t be right to blame them.

Sheng Wen had no desire to think further. He lightly calmed his mood, then sat cross-legged to circulate his qi, drawing in pure wind and gathering spiritual energy. He quickly returned to normal.

He didn’t know what this strange sensation was, he had never tried to understand it, nor did he want to.

But he knew it was caused by the food that Siqing and the Demonic Venerable had brought.

Sheng Wen: “…”

He tapped the tabletop with his fingertips, and the mask appeared, covering his face.

Sheng Wen sighed deeply.

He recalled Shi Zhihua’s expression when she returned halfway—she knew all about this, waiting for him to fall into the trap.

This Demonic Venerable is indeed cunning and deceptive.

Siqing is being led astray by her.

Sheng Wen affirmed once more with absolute certainty: If she dares to play tricks like this before even marrying into the family, won’t she completely run wild after she marries into Xianning?

As an elder, I shouldn’t hold a grudge against a junior, but this is simply too much insolence.

Sheng Wen’s gray eyes darkened for a rare moment. He resolved to teach Shi Zhihua a lesson.

At the very least, he needed to make her submit willingly.

Sheng Wen pressed his knuckle against the table, leaving an indent in the corner of the tabletop.

Shi Zhihua was still unaware of all this.

She confidently took Tong Siqing back to the room, planning to find a way to detoxify her.

Since Tong Siqing had become so lustful, Shi Zhihua’s back had been in constant pain, and she rarely strictly “bullied” her in bed.

This time.

Tong Siqing clearly had no energy to be bothersome, and her own back was better.

It was the perfect opportunity for “revenge.”

Shi Zhihua lowered her eyes, her gaze deep and profound.

Tong Siqing couldn’t see her expression. She just clung to the corner of Shi Zhihua’s sleeve, whining as if pleading for pity and a bit of warmth to alleviate her discomfort.

Tong Siqing’s voice was soft: “Zhihua, I feel uncomfortable.”

Shi Zhihua nodded: “I know.”

Although she hadn’t eaten much, she also felt an abnormal surge of emotion.

This little bit was enough for her to handle the rabbit.

Tong Siqing bit her sleeve, urging softly: “Hurry up.”

“Think about how you used to torment me,” Shi Zhihua gently brushed Tong Siqing’s soft cheek with her fingertip. “You should know best how my back was injured. When I urged you to finish quickly, didn’t you always stall and intentionally tease me?”

The wheel of fortune turns.

Shi Zhihua felt she needed to reassert her dominance.

“Don’t be in a hurry.”

Shi Zhihua looked at Tong Siqing’s tear-filled eyes, chuckled lightly with self-assurance, and used telekinesis to retrieve the remaining “specialty.”

She faced Tong Siqing, staring intently into her eyes, and slowly swallowed the remnants of the North Sea delicacy, her lips parting and closing over them.

She didn’t waste a single crumb.

Not even a speck of residue remained on her fingertips.

Shi Zhihua unhurriedly fetched a handkerchief, wiped Tong Siqing’s tears, and then meticulously cleaned her own fingertips.

Emotions surged.

The desire was hard to bear.

She narrowed her dark red eyes, which slightly lightened in color. Shi Zhihua’s fingers moved, tightly gripping the rabbit beneath her.

Now that the feelings had risen, she certainly wouldn’t let the rabbit off easily.

Shi Zhihua turned her head and caught a glimpse of fear in Tong Siqing’s eyes.

“So you also know fear?” Shi Zhihua found it amusing and pinched her cheek. “You used to be quite domineering, weren’t you? I thought you were fearless and enjoyed it.”

Tong Siqing was genuinely scared.

Because the Zhihua now was different from her usual self. After consuming that substance, her expression and demeanor had completely changed.

Just like when they first met.

She had held her Azure Spirit Sword, gently lifting a corner of the curtain, and saw the peerless beauty within the scarlet canopy.

The beauty’s eyes were filled with detachment and wariness, her aura potent—extreme beauty coupled with extreme aggression, making one nervous yet captivated.

At that time, they weren’t close, and Zhihua had looked at her exactly like this.

With a hint of scrutiny and deep calculation.

It felt like she was laying a trap, waiting for her prey to take the bait, then biting into the throat, savagely consuming them.

That’s the look.

Tong Siqing came back to her senses.

In their initial encounter, she was only struck by the other’s beauty. Overwhelmed by such beauty, she had no capacity to think about anything else. Although she subconsciously felt fear and nervousness, she didn’t realize it herself, unlike now.

Tong Siqing was certain that Zhihua was absolutely going to use some ruthless methods this time.

In truth, Tong Siqing knew all along.

Zhihua had always indulged her, fearing to hurt her, so she always gave in. Even in bed, the other preferred to endure a sore back rather than make her uncomfortable.

Zhihua always said she would “bully” her, but she never truly followed through.

Zhihua was loving.

She couldn’t bear to see her cry.

Tong Siqing knew this.

Therefore, their consistent harmonious relationship required a sober Shi Zhihua.

Unfortunately, Zhihua was not entirely sober now, looking at Tong Siqing with an expression as if she wanted to devour her alive.

Tong Siqing tried to be forceful, attempting to overpower the other’s aura: “I’m not scared! I’m not nervous!”

Shi Zhihua crossed one long leg over the other, casually leaning to the side, her arm resting under her head, seemingly not hearing anything Tong Siqing said.

Perhaps, Shi Zhihua simply didn’t care.

It was like, in the face of absolute power, the predator looked at her prey, completely unafraid of any possibility of a counterattack.

Though she was slightly hazy, she also felt more clear-headed than ever.

Obey her instinct.

Eat the rabbit.

Tong Siqing knew she couldn’t overpower the other’s dominance, so she reluctantly spread her arms, resignedly closed her eyes, and tilted her chin up: “I’m ready.”

The next moment.

She cried out in surprise as a heavy, dark panther lunged at her, instantly pinning her down.

The panther’s fur was luxurious, like fine satin. Tong Siqing raised her hands to hold the other’s slender waist, feeling a primal fear.

The ferocious beast revealing its true form was truly terrifying.

Tong Siqing was just a rabbit; she couldn’t help but be nervous.

The panther breathed out, its mouth enclosing her vulnerable neck.

It didn’t bite, merely giving a suggestive threat.

Tong Siqing pursed her lips, her eyes reddening with fright.

Zhihua was truly an expert at scaring people.

Tong Siqing weakly embraced the person, who heavily licked her, the hunter marking her prey.

Shi Zhihua stopped playing. After achieving her goal of frightening the girl, she returned to her human form, then smiled and embraced Tong Siqing.

The Demonic Venerable didn’t laugh out loud, only the corners of her mouth curving into a smile.

Shi Zhihua thought, She’s much more obedient now, isn’t she?

She was a languid and easy-going person. When catching prey, she preferred to slowly and gracefully devour it, maintaining the utmost elegance and nobility, unlike certain unpromising rabbits who were so impatient to torment others.

The night was long; she was not in a hurry.

When Ji Hui knocked on the door, she happened to see the Demonic Venerable open it.

Shi Zhihua adjusted her appearance and asked, “What is it?”

Ji Hui’s eyes were red. She immediately threw herself into Shi Zhihua’s embrace: “Ji Hui will follow the Venerable for the rest of her life and will not leave.”

What grievance has she suffered?

Shi Zhihua’s relaxed aura instantly dissipated, and her expression returned to one of cautious concern: “Didn’t you go to see your mother?”

Ji Hui sobbed: “Yes, but…”

“Don’t rush. Speak slowly.”

Shi Zhihua led her back into the room, seating her to let her calm down.

A moment later, Shi Zhihua asked: “Doesn’t she love you anymore? You were her most cherished youngest daughter.”

Ji Hui: “She truly cherished me, but—she cherished the me that died. When I returned alive, her first reaction was to kill me. Kill me…”

Fortunately, she was quick-witted, escaping in time with the help of a spiritual artifact. Otherwise, she would never have returned.

The Dragon Mother’s longing and affection were only based on the daughter after her death.

When the daughter was alive, she was a burden and a source of anxiety, and the mother did not cherish her.

But.

Once the daughter died, Ji Hui’s status in her heart would rapidly rise, making her the most cherished and missed youngest daughter.

She truly loved her daughter.

But what was the use of that?

After all, she only loved the deceased Ji Hui.

When the living person came to her, she was still unwilling to acknowledge her.

Ji Hui desperately confessed the truth to the Demonic Venerable: “I suffered two life-threatening injuries when I was young, once from the thunder tribulation and once from a high fever. Each time, my mother stayed up all night with me. At that time… she really did love me.”

Shi Zhihua lowered her eyes, unsure how to comfort her.

Such mothers did exist. Shi Zhihua had seen them in the mortal world.

That stern mother constantly beat and scolded her children. When the children were fine, the mother would inflict deadly torture upon them. They were powerless to resist, only able to struggle to survive.

However, once those children faced life-and-death tribulations, the mother who usually beat and scolded them would step forward to protect them.

Just that small amount of warmth and love would cause the children to waver again, forgetting the past suffering and torment.

Once they recovered, they would once again step into that sunless cage.

This was a deeply twisted relationship. Shi Zhihua couldn’t understand why—it originated from blood relation and love, but failed due to torment and pain.

The strength and weakness inherent in the mortal character became intertwined. Rupture and forgiveness were no longer distinct. It was an unsolvable situation.

Shi Zhihua had no solution either.

Either the mother becomes even more ruthless, completely forcing the child to sever the relationship, or the child stops forgiving and chooses to abandon the blood ties.

“You follow me. I won’t let anyone bully you again,” Shi Zhihua hugged Ji Hui, stroking her head. “Forget your mother. Pretend you were born in the Demon Realm and never came to this place. The Abode of Indulgence is your home.”

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