The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Was she mistaken?

Bai Xian’s expression was momentarily blank. In her impression, the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe rarely showed any emotion. Both his words and actions were always stern and aloof; he couldn’t possibly suddenly smile like that.

She thought the Heavenly Venerable would react immediately upon hearing the news, but the Sage-Scribe remained silent, merely looking down placidly as they reported.

The other disciples with her had reported everything they saw in the Demon Realm, each filled with intense resentment and hatred for the Demon Lord. In contrast, the Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe… still showed no reaction.

So, Bai Xian prostrated herself again: “The Demon Lord is vicious, and for Saint Siqing to be alone in the Demon Realm under a disguise is unsafe, to say the least. I implore the Heavenly Venerable to bring her home as soon as possible.”

“As observed by all of you, the Demon Lord acts boldly and arrogantly, but she has treated Siqing with great courtesy, even willing to release everyone for a single word from her. Since the Demon Realm intends to be on good terms with us, this Venerable should not overstep boundaries and disturb the peace of the Demon Realm,” the Sage-Scribe said. “Siqing’s abilities are enough for self-protection. This Venerable is not worried. If anyone is truly concerned, let them volunteer to go.”

Bai Xian was stunned.

How could the Heavenly Venerable act this way?

Siqing is your daughter! How can the dignified Saint be publicly teased and humiliated by the Demon Lord, and you remain passive, pretending not to see?

However, the Heavenly Venerable’s words clearly indicated he had no intention of interfering and even subtly refused—This Venerable is not worried. If anyone is idle enough to want to interfere, let them go on their own initiative; he will neither support nor oppose it.

Bai Xian lowered her head somewhat mournfully. She touched her injured arm, feeling that her damaged body couldn’t recover yet. She felt even more desolate she lacked the ability to bring Siqing back herself.

Bai Xian could only withdraw: “This disciple understands.”

Though she couldn’t do it, someone else could. She would go find Ji Siyang and ask him to go to the Demon Realm to rescue A’Qing.

“The Demon Lord Shi Zhihua. This Venerable thought she was the type to take advantage of a crisis, but I didn’t expect her to be so straightforward, not using my daughter to threaten me when Siqing’s disguise was exposed and she disappeared,” the Sage-Scribe stood on the bright platform with his hands behind his back, sighing. “This Venerable has truly misunderstood her.”

The Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe openly spoke in favor of the Demon Lord. Who among the subordinates dared to object at this moment? They all echoed his sentiment.

The Sage-Scribe nodded: “However, this Venerable is still not completely at ease about her.”

Only then did everyone seize the opportunity to interject.

“Yes, they are still people of the Demon Clan. Demon folk are untrustworthy.”

“The Demon Realm is imprisoning the Ninth Prince of the North Sea and is constantly causing trouble in the mortal realm, nearly infringing upon us.”

“During the last war between the Immortal and Demon Realms, they were supposed to send their respective commanders for the first match, but that treacherous Shi Zhihua ordered everyone to attack at once! My senior disciple didn’t even leave behind a corpse!”

“We urge the Heavenly Venerable to be cautious. It is highly possible that Shi Zhihua is deliberately putting on a show for us.”

The Sage-Scribe said nothing. After a long silence, he said: “Whether the Demon Lord truly loves my daughter or not, this Venerable will know after a test.”

When the Immortal Realm’s ‘return gift’ was ostentatiously delivered to the Palace of Decadence and Lust, the palace was in the middle of a lavish banquet.

The Immortal Clan favored simplicity and austerity, while the Demon Realm enjoyed indulging in sensual pleasures.

Because the Demon Lord was in a good mood today, and most of the Demon Realm’s notable figures had been summoned to the Palace of Decadence and Lust, Shi Zhihua took the opportunity to host a banquet for her demon subordinates.

These were Greater Demons and Great Fiends with profound cultivation. Those who had been dispatched to other places had also returned. It was a rare gathering, so Shi Zhihua invited everyone to drink and enjoy the music.

Tonight, the Demon Realm was unrestricted.

The Palace of Decadence and Lust resonated with the harmonious playing of strings and flutes. Although it was demon music, it was not grating or discordant. Because the Immortal Clan disdained sensual pleasures, talented musicians and courtesans from all over the world flocked to the Demon Clan, both the elegant and the vulgar, gathering here.

Dancers from various regions competed to perform for the Demon Lord, desperate for the Demon Lord’s favor. To be noticed by her would be a tremendous honor!

Everyone went to great lengths to please Shi Zhihua. Why? Simply because everyone knew that the Demon Lord had recently taken a highly favored girl, and she was from the Immortal Clan.

It was said that the Demon Lord was indifferent to beauty. Turns out she wasn’t indifferent, but only favored the style of the Xianning Sect!

The so-called Xianning style was probably characterized by wearing unadorned white, with minimal expression and few smiles.

Thus, most of the dancers presenting their performances today were dressed plainly, and their expressions were highly restrained, yet their eyes constantly sent longing glances towards the Demon Lord.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She was so disgusted that the wine in her hand lost its flavor.

Her Greater Demon subordinates were also dissatisfied, complaining that the dancing today lacked flair and that the dancers looked miserable, as if their parents had died.

Tong Siqing asked Shi Zhihua: “Why aren’t they smiling?”

Shi Zhihua put down her wine cup: “They are imitating you.”

Tong Siqing: “Imitating what of mine?”

Shi Zhihua smiled without answering.

No one could grasp the essence. They were all merely clumsy imitations. The feeling Tong Siqing gave off was something no one else could replicate.

“They hope to take your place,” Shi Zhihua explained patiently. “Because I rarely allow people to serve me closely, they believe if I break the precedent, they can too.”

Tong Siqing didn’t actually know why she could gain the Demon Lord’s favor so easily. Perhaps Zhihua had a good temper, and her own disguise was quite effective.

Tong Siqing straightened her cuff, thinking, It’s a good thing Father Venerable’s illusion technique on me is so powerful.

She had almost suspected she had been exposed.

Shi Zhihua saw her small action and narrowed her eyes, asking: “Then what do you think of the performance below?”

Tong Siqing hadn’t seen much dancing in her life. Even when she did, it was only during sacrificial ceremonies held in Xianning.

The dancing in Xianning was simply incomparable to that of the Demon Realm.

Tong Siqing watched the dancers below with interest, saying: “Dancing should be like this. It’s very beautiful.”

Because the dancers today were dressed like people from Xianning, it irritated Shi Zhihua. Moreover, she felt Tong Siqing seemed to enjoy watching them and perhaps saw a reflection of Xianning in the dance.

This wouldn’t do.

So Shi Zhihua tightened her grip on her cup: “Do you like it?”

Tong Siqing nodded: “Mm.”

Shi Zhihua’s good mood instantly plummeted by half. She lightly tossed her wine cup and said to the plainly dressed dancers below: “A terrible performance. Send others in.”

She deliberately said this in front of Tong Siqing, then explained to the girl: “They don’t dance well enough. They don’t deserve your liking.”

Tong Siqing: “But I haven’t seen any better dancing.”

“Don’t worry, you will soon.”

Shi Zhihua said this, but inwardly she knew the girl wouldn’t like the next dance. Demon Realm dancers were uninhibited, and Tong Siqing, who came from the pure stream of the Immortal Realm, would surely be unaccustomed to it.

Shi Zhihua commanded: “The Demon Realm dislikes white. No one is permitted to wear such plain clothes to offend the eyes. Dance as you normally would today.”

Only then did the Greater Demons below excitedly raise their wine cups in agreement. They thought the Demon Lord had been enduring the performance because she liked this style.

Who likes this kind of dancing! When you come to the Demon Realm, you should be watching something captivating and voluptuous!

No demon lord disliked provocative beauty.

A new batch of dancers entered gracefully. These were alluring fiends from exotic lands, dressed scantily and seductively. Their graceful, enchanting figures, coupled with gorgeous, elaborate ornaments, made their dance moves extremely suggestive and boundary-pushing.

All the demons and fiends cheered. The dancers all faced the Demon Lord, their eyes like curved blades, swaying their hips and winding their arms like water snakes, eager to immediately ensnare the Demon Lord.

Unfortunately, Shi Zhihua didn’t care for vulgar beauties and was even slightly annoyed.

Her cup was empty. Shi Zhihua was about to ask Tong Siqing to refill it when she noticed the girl wasn’t responding at all.

Shi Zhihua: “???”

She turned her head to see what was wrong, only to find Tong Siqing’s ears bright red. She was covering her nose to prevent a nosebleed while still staring intently at the dancers.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

“So beautiful,” Tong Siqing’s eyes were shining. She covered her mouth and nose, sighing in admiration, “Truly, so beautiful!”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

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