The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

It was said that the Demon Lord’s moods were unpredictable and her thoughts difficult to fathom, yet everyone present clearly saw the annoyance in her eyes.

Except for Tong Siqing.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Tong Siqing’s eyes held no sign of the Demon Lord; her gaze was practically glued to those fiendish women. She didn’t even care that her nose was still bleeding; as long as the people below kept dancing, she was going to keep watching.

Shi Zhihua coughed. Her sharp eyebrows lowered, and her gaze focused intensely on Tong Siqing. Her stunning beauty, coupled with her terrifying hostility, made her features even more dazzling.

Even the sounds of the cultivators drinking below greatly lessened.

No other reason, they were simply afraid the Demon Lord’s anger would be directed at them.

Even though everyone in the room realized something was wrong, Tong Siqing still failed to catch on.

It was said that the Xianning Sect was the highest place in the world, and any mortal who visited it had seen the world. But Tong Siqing, who had lived in Xianning since childhood, didn’t think so.

She felt she was the one who had never seen the world.

It turned out that the mortal world and its marketplaces could be so vibrant, accommodating all forms of beauty in the world. Regardless of temperament seductive or pure they could all grace a grand stage and receive praise and applause.

The dancers below only covered what was necessary. Their clothes were ethereal and colorful, their dances performed with light gauze. Their gold ornaments were dazzling, and their jade pendants jingled. Their heavy makeup perfectly complemented their large-scale, suggestive dance.

Tong Siqing’s joy was genuine, without any mixed motives; she was simply happy to watch.

Only after the dancers finished their performance and withdrew did Tong Siqing, still lingering, softly say to Shi Zhihua: “It truly was better looking than the previous one.”

After she spoke, she noticed the Demon Lord didn’t reply.

She also noticed that the demon cultivators below looked somewhat timid. Those who had been enthusiastically drinking just now were no longer daring to drink much. Their wine cups were empty, and they sat in silence. The beautiful concubines who had been sitting on their laps obediently stood to the side. The atmosphere in the entire hall felt wrong.

Huh? Is something wrong? Is there an external enemy invasion? A spy mixed in?

Tong Siqing adopted a state of heightened alert, cautiously scanning the entire room.

…She only missed the Demon Lord with the darkened expression right beside her.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Tong Siqing scanned the room for a long time, finding nothing amiss. Only then did she remember her duty, and she picked up the wine cup to refill the Demon Lord’s drink.

Shi Zhihua’s tone was icy: “Good-looking? Still lingering?”

“It really was very good-looking.”

Tong Siqing didn’t understand why the other woman kept asking her. Did she think Tong Siqing was pretending to like it but actually disliked the dance? How could that be?

Tong Siqing struggled to think, recalling that her Father Venerable once gave her a cultivation manual. When checking and asking about her understanding, he would also ask over and over again.

She felt that Zhihua’s current state of mind was just like her own father’s, with a hint of scrutiny, demanding that she provide a substantive explanation.

So she analyzed: “I have never seen such a dazzling and stunning dance. It’s not just the moves; the people are also beautiful. Everyone put their beauty on display in the best state, unreservedly showing off their figures. Their gazes are captivating. Once you look, you simply can’t look away.”

Shi Zhihua nearly spat out a mouthful of blood. She massaged her forehead, her vision darkening with rage.

The people below, hearing Tong Siqing’s statement, were also extremely shocked—Wasn’t she the Demon Lord’s favorite? How dare she express admiration for others in front of the Venerable Lord?

A warrior!

Go well, warrior!

The hall fell silent. The Demon Lord was left utterly embarrassed.

Qing Lin was also extremely shocked. She quietly asked Surong: “Why is this girl you brought so bold? Are all people from the Xianning Sect this daring?”

Surong had long since been utterly bewildered. She herself usually only dared to speak after careful deliberation, and the people of the Xianning Sect were even more reserved, speaking with various levels of subtlety and restraint. Who could have known Tong Siqing would be so straightforward, effectively cuckolding the Demon Lord in public?

Surong’s gaze was vacant. She mumbled: “This… I don’t know. Maybe she’s just special.”

How could she not be special! Tong Siqing was the biological daughter pampered and raised by the Sage-Scribe. By the time she was born, the Sage-Scribe had already been a Heavenly Venerable for years. Her father’s status and prestige were unmatched in the world, and having finally gotten a daughter, the entire world was indulging the Heavenly Venerable’s parenting.

Tong Siqing had not experienced much malice or hardship. Her mind was pure and upright, and after watching an erotic dance, she could still analytically explain it to the Demon Lord.

Shi Zhihua’s face was completely black.

She now entertained a suspicion. Could it be that Tong Siqing favored the seductive, beautiful type? So… her blushing and racing heart in front of Shi Zhihua wasn’t because the Demon Lord was special, but merely because she was physically beautiful?

Could any pretty woman ensnare her without needing any technique?

Shi Zhihua once again wondered how the Sage-Scribe raised his daughter. With his daughter being so pure and easily deceived, how could he bear to send her to the Demon Realm?

He was a father, after all not detail-oriented.

Shi Zhihua frowned, her delicate brows adding a touch of worry. She lowered her chin slightly, lost in thought.

Seeing her distress, the subordinates quickly rose to toast the Venerable Lord and dispel her worries.

Shi Zhihua raised her cup to acknowledge their toast, accepting the drink from her subordinate. She sat alone in the place of honor, drinking somewhat irritably.

As the Demon Lord, her aura was imposing. Sitting there, her black robe and red garments cascaded to the floor, her elegant figure paired with a gorgeous face commanded immediate reverence.

From a distance, her bearing was noble. Up close, her red lips were like sandalwood, her dark hair like a waterfall, her eyes sharp and clear. Her hair ornaments and makeup all spoke of magnificent beauty.

Yet, despite her being so fine and so beautiful, she could never quite figure out Tong Siqing.

Shi Zhihua even began to suspect the problem lay with herself.

Just as she was three cups of wine in, preparing to compose herself and leave the banquet, someone suddenly reported that the Xianning Sect had sent people to deliver gifts.

Shi Zhihua: “Let them in.”

The Xianning envoy arrived with graceful steps, holding several boxes. The demon cultivators present quickly recognized them as the notorious ‘Zi Wu Boxes’ (Noon-Midnight Boxes) of the Xianning Sect.

The Zi Wu Boxes were specially crafted by the Xianning Sect to restrain the Demon Clan.

They usually contained malicious items capable of restraining or harming demons and fiends.

The demon cultivators were not calm. They immediately showered the Immortal envoy with insults. A few hot-tempered ones even revealed their demonic forms, planning to swallow the ignorant Immortal whole.

Surong immediately clenched her hands—She understood. The Heavenly Venerable Sage-Scribe was deliberately trying to undermine the Demon Lord in front of everyone! This was not good at all!

The Demon Lord was fiercely proud. How could she tolerate such an insult!

Surong was worried. What if the Demon Lord got angry and took it out on Tong Siqing?

“Don’t attack.”

Shi Zhihua immediately saw that the person delivering the gifts was merely a phantom clone. Killing it wouldn’t inflict any significant damage on the original body. With a vexed wave of her hand, she said to Tong Siqing: “Go take a look.”

Tong Siqing nodded and went to receive the boxes for inspection.

The boxes felt heavy. She opened them and found they contained magical artifacts refined by the Elders… specifically for restraining demons.

Tong Siqing suddenly felt very uneasy. How could the Xianning side treat Zhihua this way? These were all bad things.

She opened all the boxes and examined them. A Demon-Binding Silk, Demon-Locking Bracelets, a Demon-Suppressing Scroll… and even a Sinner’s Robe.

The Immortal envoy delivering the gifts held the Zi Wu Boxes all the while. Seeing Tong Siqing, his expression was very gentle, and he even nodded kindly at her.

But this time, Tong Siqing did not respond appropriately. She suddenly asked: “Your Excellency’s avatar is solemn. You must be a great cultivator, I presume.”

The Immortal envoy nodded, silently confirming it.

“Since you are a great cultivator, why dare you not show your true self?” Tong Siqing said. “That is impolite.”

The Immortal envoy: “???”

Of course I can’t reveal my true body! I wouldn’t make it back alive!

After speaking, Tong Siqing didn’t wait for his reaction. Instead, she turned back to Shi Zhihua on the seat and said: “Venerable Lord, this gift must be a very interesting illusion.”

“Mm.”

Shi Zhihua waited to see how she would handle it.

The Immortal envoy: “???”

What kind of illusion?

Next, before the Immortal envoy could react, Tong Siqing quickly restrained his avatar. She raised her sleeve, performed a sequence of hand seals, and cast a spell in one swift motion, instantly crushing the phantom clone before her eyes.

The clone shattered in full view of everyone, leaving them stunned.

To be able to produce such a lifelike phantom clone, the original owner was certainly a great cultivator from Xianning. Who would have thought it would be destroyed so quickly by Tong Siqing!

No one even saw how she struck!

Everyone inhaled sharply.

Destroying an avatar with bare hands—she’s a formidable character!

Destroying the clone meant the clone’s owner wouldn’t know. The Immortal envoy himself had set up some anti-tracking spells, precisely because he worried the Demon Lord might trace him back to the original body. This made it convenient for Tong Siqing to destroy the evidence.

The Xianning side would have no idea Tong Siqing did it.

In the next moment, before anyone had recovered, Tong Siqing slammed all the Zi Wu Boxes together and forcibly ignited the contents with a blast of Daytime Pure Fire!

This kind of Pure Fire was only mastered by the Nine Sages. By chance, she was very adept at using it.

The Pure Fire was beautiful as it burned, clear like light passing through a waterfall, with seven colors dancing… Tong Siqing quietly watched it burn. Her back was to Shi Zhihua, and she finally let out a secret sigh of relief.

Anything burned by Pure Fire was erased from existence. Now, there were no more of these evil things in the world that could threaten Zhihua.

Tong Siqing clenched her hands, then turned back to Shi Zhihua with a slightly embarrassed smile.

The expressions of the demon cultivators changed repeatedly—most did not recognize the Daytime Pure Fire, but as the fire burned, everyone felt a primal fear deep in their bones.

This person is absolutely not a minor figure from the Xianning Sect.

Who is she?

Shi Zhihua quietly watched Tong Siqing destroy the objects. She didn’t need to guess what was in the Zi Wu Boxes, but she wasn’t angry at all.

For some reason, her heart felt strangely warm.

There truly was someone so obedient and sensible in the world. Although a bit exasperating at times, it was not unacceptable.

Shi Zhihua smiled with satisfaction, then reached out to Tong Siqing—after a period of one-sided sulking, she had unilaterally reconciled.

Tong Siqing felt a little uneasy. Having finally destroyed those bad things, and seeing that Zhihua hadn’t noticed, she quickly gathered her skirt and ran back.

As long as she ran fast enough, no one would notice anything was wrong.

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