The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

“Bring her over to me.”

Shi Zhihua pointed at the white-robed woman in the cage, ordering her subordinate to bring the person before her.

Bai Xian’s gaze was tightly fixed on Tong Siqing.

Tong Siqing: ?

Why is Senior Sister looking at me? Is she worried about whether she can return safely?

As someone who had glimpsed the celestial secret, she believed Senior Sister Bai Xian would surely return safely. Thus, she deliberately whispered to the other woman: “Senior Sister Bai, don’t worry. You will definitely return to the Xianning Sect.”

Bai Xian showed a weak smile: “Thank you.”

Tong Siqing smiled kindly.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Do they think I’m dead?

Her face darkened. She pulled a sharp golden hairpin from her hair, condensed spiritual power into it, and hurled it toward the kneeling white-robed person’s brow.

She couldn’t be bothered to say more.

She would simply kill this person.

Killing could resolve all unpleasantness. Jealousy, resentment everything could be solved.

The golden hairpin shot towards Bai Xian’s face. Everyone present held their breath, their eyes wide with tension, assuming that in the next second, they would see the woman’s blood splatter on the spot.

Under other circumstances, Shi Zhihua might have tried to maintain a facade in front of Tong Siqing. But not now. She was angry, and she needed to vent.

Shi Zhihua looked at the kneeling Bai Xian before her. Although the woman wasn’t stunningly beautiful, her cool, dignified disguise was exactly what fooled Tong Siqing the most.

Pretty, is she? Daring to flirt with Tong Siqing, is she?

Shi Zhihua deliberately sought to humiliate her. The golden hairpin rushed toward the woman’s face with a fierce wind, only to deliberately slow down at the moment of proximity and slightly shift its angle—to slice her face.

You claim to be noble and aloof, do you?

You claim to have an unyielding spirit?

Today, I shall insult that spirit and see if you can still remain so indifferent.

As she unrestrainedly displayed her malice, she suddenly saw Tong Siqing staring at her.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Worrying that the girl might be upset, the moment the golden hairpin was about to strike, Shi Zhihua hesitated.

Tong Siqing watched without blinking.

What is Zhihua doing?

It was a common saying that mortal women would give their lovers hairpins as tokens of affection, to help their beloved think of them when they were apart, a way to convey their love.

Tong Siqing thought, Zhihua must be worried that Senior Sister Bai Xian would miss her too much after returning to the Immortal Realm, so she’s giving her the golden hairpin as a token for her to hold onto her feelings.

How incredibly thoughtful.

Tong Siqing immediately snatched the golden hairpin from in front of Senior Sister Bai Xian, took the suspended hairpin down, and handed it to the other woman: “Senior Sister, hurry and take it. This is a love token from the Demon Lord to you!”

The crowd, who dared not even breathe: “???”

Huh???

Everyone was startled. This was the first time they had seen the Demon Lord interrupted while executing someone. This situation was truly rare.

Ah? Is this something we’re allowed to watch?

So, everyone collectively shifted their gaze to the Demon Lord, wanting to understand Tong Siqing’s fate through her reaction.

Shi Zhihua: “???”

What?

What is Tong Siqing doing?

What ridiculous nonsense is this girl thinking now?

When did I ever say I was giving that woman a hairpin?

Shi Zhihua frowned, a rare expression for her: “What are you doing?”

Tong Siqing untied the ropes around Bai Xian’s wrists and forcibly placed the golden hairpin in her palm: “Yes, what are you doing? Hold it tight!”

Bai Xian looked utterly bewildered.

What were they doing?

It was clearly a lethal weapon, yet Tong Siqing claimed it was a gift.

Everyone present exchanged glances, their brows tightly furrowed.

Bai Xian questioned Tong Siqing: “Is this for me?”

Tong Siqing: “Of course it’s for you.”

The placid expression on Bai Xian’s face finally cracked, revealing an indescribable mixture of tears and laughter.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

For her? As a burial object?

Given that Tong Siqing had already spoken, Shi Zhihua didn’t want the girl to look foolish, so she could only say to Bai Xian: “Even livestock is granted the right to a reward. The Demon Realm is not like your Xianning. I am still quite compassionate.”

Tong Siqing didn’t understand why Shi Zhihua had to say this while giving a gift.

Perhaps… Zhihua is cold on the outside but warm on the inside, and she felt awkward giving a gift in front of so many people, so she deliberately acted tsundere?

Makes sense.

But Bai Xian was thoroughly enraged.

She glared at the woman on the high platform, then broke the golden hairpin in her hand: “The Demon Lord has a heart of snakes and scorpions. I dare not accept anything from you. Who knows if it’s poisoned.”

Shi Zhihua didn’t even want to look at her: “What are you that would warrant me going to such lengths?”

Bai Xian sneered: “Who knows.”

Tong Siqing was at a loss, wondering why they were suddenly arguing.

Shi Zhihua had originally intended to kill Bai Xian as a war sacrifice, but now that she had lost the desire for war, she didn’t want the woman to stay in the Demon Realm either. If she stayed, wouldn’t Tong Siqing’s heart run off with her?

Imagining Tong Siqing visiting Bai Xian in the dungeon every few days… Shi Zhihua felt she would surely go mad.

No.

She had to send the woman back to Xianning.

But she couldn’t release her honorably. She had to thoroughly humiliate her.

The woman would surely report the truth to the Sage-Scribe upon her return, which would serve as a warning to him.

After all, his daughter was in her hands.

So, Shi Zhihua said to Bai Xian: “Watch closely.”

She wanted the woman to understand since Tong Siqing was in the Demon Realm, she was Shi Zhihua’s possession, and no random scoundrel should dare to covet her.

Shi Zhihua pulled Tong Siqing close, and in front of everyone, pressed her lips to the girl’s soft, moist ones.

When Bai Xian’s gaze moved upward, her upper eyelid half-covered her pupils. Her pupils were separated from her lower eyelid, like a white line separating the sea and the sky, making her look extremely cold.

Tong Siqing didn’t understand the undercurrents between the two; she simply stood quietly and let the woman kiss her.

Bai Xian trembled with anger.

She had lived her life free of emotional attachments, but that didn’t prevent her from admiring Tong Siqing.

The hairpin just now contained thirty percent of the Demon Lord’s spiritual power, yet Tong Siqing had dared to snatch it with her bare hands… She was clearly the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe’s daughter, the noble Chief of the Nine Sages, yet she was willing to humble herself in the Demon Realm, just to bring Bai Xian away.

Bai Xian had never experienced such kindness from others. She was trapped, completely cut off from the Xianning Sect.

Who would have thought that someone would break through the mist and malice, willing to pull her back to Xianning.

When they met in the Demon Realm, the girl had looked straight at the cage and immediately pleaded with Shi Zhihua.

Tong Siqing was only being humiliated by the Demon Lord for Bai Xian’s sake.

The Immortal Clan valued reputation above all. All matters of romance were considered uncouth. Yet, Shi Zhihua dared to kiss the girl directly in public!

Bai Xian looked up at Shi Zhihua on the high platform, meeting her gaze—Shi Zhihua held Tong Siqing, like a venomous snake coiling around its prey, spitting a malicious tongue at its enemy.

Seeing the hatred in Bai Xian’s eyes, Shi Zhihua was greatly pleased: “Since my person has pleaded for you, how can I not grant her this favor? Get back to Xianning. Before I change my mind.”

Bai Xian clenched her hands now was not the time for a confrontation. Once she returned to Xianning and reported to the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe, the Heavenly Venerable would surely be enraged and lead an army to flatten the Demon Realm.

When she finally returned to the Xianning Sect, scarred and weary, the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe personally welcomed them.

The Xianning Sect was benevolent and never disgraced its captives. Those who were released were treated kindly. The Sage-Scribe sent people to treat their wounds, then listened quietly as they reported the news.

Bai Xian told the Sage-Scribe: “It was Saint Tong Siqing who pleaded for me, which is why the Demon Lord released me. That scoundrel Shi Zhihua is shameless, and she even in front of everyone…”

The Sage-Scribe, who always valued propriety, interrupted her, asking: “Siqing pleaded, and that’s why the Demon Lord released you?”

Bai Xian said, with a look of enduring humiliation: “Yes.”

The Sage-Scribe’s usually cold voice suddenly held some warmth: “The Demon Lord holding her close, did you see it with your own eyes?”

Bai Xian: “That’s right.”

Having said that, tears welled up in her eyes, and she looked up at the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe.

She wondered if the Heavenly Venerable, who always cherished his daughter, could accept this fact…

But she froze.

Because beneath the cold mask, the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe seemed to be smiling slightly.

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