The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Tong Siqing hurried back and grabbed Zhihua’s hand. When she finally calmed down, her heart was still pounding.

To backstab the Xianning Sect like this, she felt a little panicked.

Hopefully, that immortal friend won’t be angry.

She thought.

The banquet below continued as usual. Demon cultivators, big and small, were once again loudly exchanging toasts and seemed undisturbed by the incident.

What Tong Siqing didn’t know was that many eyes were subtly focused on her.

Everyone was speculating about her identity and her position in the Demon Lord’s heart.

And that very night, someone actually came to test her.

Shi Zhihua was in the grand hall discussing matters with her subordinates, so Tong Siqing went back alone to warm the bed first. Midway, a demon cultivator suddenly appeared on the road to block her.

His first question was: “What is your relationship with the Demon Lord?”

Tong Siqing thought for a moment and answered truthfully: “I am here to serve the Venerable Lord.”

“Serve? The Venerable Lord would never allow an outsider, especially you, to serve her closely,” the man frowned, unconvinced. He said, “You must have bewitched our Venerable Lord, causing her to lower her guard.”

Tong Siqing stood listening to his nonsense, but after a few sentences, she interrupted him: “I did not.”

Her appearance was very obedient, easily causing people to drop their guard. Most strangers who met Tong Siqing would immediately feel that she was harmless, easy to approach, and easily bullied.

She was indeed very easy to be fooled by… like Tang Zihui now.

In that momentary daze, he actually began to doubt whether he was overthinking things.

But… he had been sent to a remote area to suppress vicious beasts. He had finally returned today, only to find the Demon Lord completely captivated by someone from the Xianning Sect.

How could this be!

The Demon Lord of their Demon Realm was supposed to unify the Three Realms. How could she indulge in emotional affairs?

Tang Zihui, his mind focused entirely on his career, fiercely blocked Tong Siqing, completely unafraid of provoking her. Since his service record was stellar, the Demon Lord wouldn’t punish him. So, he said without reservation: “People from Xianning are deceitful. They usually pretend to be righteous gentlemen, but if you peel back the skin, all you see are foul and malicious hearts.”

Tong Siqing met his gaze without being overbearing or subservient: “What one thinks is what one sees. If Xianning were all people like that, it would not be the number one sect in the world.”

Tang Zihui frowned at her, thinking, How dare this young girl talk back to me? Shouldn’t she apologize and retreat in this situation?

Unfortunately, Tong Siqing didn’t understand what “retreating to avoid conflict” meant. Her Father Venerable had never taught her that.

But Tong Siqing didn’t want to argue with him and planned to walk around him, but the man was like stubborn glue, refusing to let her pass. When she moved East, he moved East. When she moved West, he moved West. When she retreated, he pressed closer.

Tang Zihui curiously sized her up, unable to resist reaching out to touch her glistening hair ornaments: “I’m truly curious how the Demon Lord took a liking to someone like you.”

Tong Siqing was a little displeased and silently took a step back.

Courtesy, showing weakness, and avoiding direct conflict were traditional virtues of the Xianning Sect, but these virtues were not applicable in the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm was a place that highly revered cultivation and martial prowess. Showing weakness to an opponent would not bring mercy; instead, it would cause enemies to swarm and directly take a life.

Fighting was in the blood of demons. Seeing Tong Siqing retreat, Tang Zihui immediately grew excited.

“Scared?” He provoked her in a very obnoxious manner, pressing closer, then lowered his head to look at Tong Siqing’s face.

Tong Siqing had a pair of very beautiful eyes, like those of a harmless fawn. Her eyelashes were curled and thick, radiating innocence. Apart from her eyes, her nose and mouth were small and delicate… she was indeed beautiful.

No wonder the Demon Lord liked her.

But beauty would hinder the Demon Lord’s grand ambition, Tang Zihui, having drunk some wine, thought. He must eliminate all obstacles for the Demon Lord and support her on the path to the Great Dao.

He summoned his weapon, clearly intending to provoke trouble.

Tong Siqing initially didn’t want to fight with anyone.

Shi Zhihua chatted with several long-unseen subordinates. After discussing many serious matters, she casually mentioned: “Did Tang Zihui not come today?”

The demon cultivators stationed in the same area as Tang Zihui replied that he had come, but after drinking some wine, he went for a wander inside.

Shi Zhihua’s expression cooled: “A wander? Is he very idle?”

A demon cultivator noticed the Venerable Lord was not in a good mood and quickly stepped forward to explain in detail: “Venerable Lord, please calm your anger. I just heard Brother Zihui say that he suspects the maidservant beside you is questionable and intended to test her.”

Shi Zhihua’s face changed. A palm strike swept down, delivering a slap to the person on the ground: “Nonsense! Does he have the right to test the people beside me?”

The demon cultivators trembled: “Venerable Lord, please calm your anger.”

Shi Zhihua stood up and left with a forced, cold smile. Fire raged in her heart. She wished she could slice Tang Zihui into a thousand pieces right now.

He has some nerve, daring to lay a hand on the person beside me?

Shi Zhihua couldn’t even imagine the scene of Tong Siqing being harassed. She worried the girl was being wronged. After all, when they were in Xianning, the Sage-Scribe surely never let Tong Siqing suffer even the slightest criticism. That innocent girl—Shi Zhihua couldn’t bear to think how sad she would be when someone pointed a finger at her and cursed her.

Shi Zhihua felt a pang of heartache just thinking about it.

Tang Zihui better not say anything he shouldn’t. If he upsets Tong Siqing, I will definitely rip out his tongue.

Let him gossip all he wants!

A gust of wind ripped the nearby leaves. Shi Zhihua’s robes fluttered and flapped, and she arrived beside Tong Siqing almost instantly.

“Did he not harass you?”

Shi Zhihua stepped forward with concern, finding Tong Siqing standing alone, dejected, like a wilting rabbit that had paused while nibbling a radish.

Tong Siqing endured for a few seconds. Her eyes were red as she looked at Shi Zhihua. Upon seeing the other woman’s caring gaze, she finally pursed her lips and stubbornly burst into tears.

The sky had fallen.

Shi Zhihua was flustered by her crying and frantically fumbled for a handkerchief to wipe away her tears, but the tears wouldn’t stop. Like broken pearls, they formed continuous streams, pattering down.

She was truly wronged.

And beside her Tang Zihui was lying completely flat.

Tang Zihui wasn’t just lying flat; his limbs were stiff. If he weren’t still breathing, he would probably be completely dead. He had no external injuries; the real damage came from within. His internal organs were severely impacted, shattered beyond repair. It was lucky he was a high-level demon lord; if he were slightly weaker, even the Demon Lord couldn’t have saved him.

He dared not move, only lying there looking at the sky.

Regret, endless regret.

If he hadn’t foolishly tried to intimidate her earlier, he wouldn’t have enraged Tong Siqing. It was said that even a rabbit would bite if pushed too far. When this girl got angry, she almost accidentally killed him.

Tang Zihui began to doubt his demonic existence—Even the Demon Lord herself wouldn’t hit this hard, would she?

Who exactly is this girl? Why is she so terrifying?

Tang Zihui vomited a large mouthful of black blood, his vision periodically fading to black.

“Venerable Lord…”

Although his voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, he still managed to croak out in a decaying voice—Beware the person beside you!

Shi Zhihua finally noticed him. She was about to go over to look, but Tong Siqing grabbed her sleeve.

Shi Zhihua recovered, gently asking: “What happened? Why is he like this?”

Tong Siqing whimpered and cried: “Don’t ask.”

“It’s nothing, nothing…” Shi Zhihua quickly hugged and consoled her, gently patting her back and saying softly: “I won’t ask, I won’t ask.”

Tong Siqing had genuinely been scared by Tang Zihui. Tang Zihui had smeared her reputation, claiming she was a spy sent by Xianning, possessing powerful magic but deliberately pretending to be a maidservant, and that her heart was set on scheming against their Demon Lord.

He also said that the Demon Lord hated betrayal the most, and if she were exposed, she would have no place to die.

When it came to threats, Tong Siqing was always unable to discern the truth.

So, her grip on her sword slipped, and she didn’t control her strength, almost instantly beating the man to death. Scared, she immediately channeled her spiritual power to him, narrowly snatching back a life.

Just as people cry helplessly after a near-accident, Tong Siqing was now very, very afraid. She worried that Tang Zihui would continue to talk nonsense, and she also worried that Zhihua would blame her for attacking someone.

So, she could barely speak, only holding Zhihua and crying miserably.

Shi Zhihua’s heart had melted into a puddle of water. How could she continue to press her? She was convinced that Tang Zihui had said something scary while drunk, or had been handsy, frightening Tong Siqing.

Handsy…

Thinking this, Shi Zhihua’s eyes were filled with gloom. She glanced at Tang Zihui on the ground, seeing his palm raised as if to say something, and her expression instantly turned to extreme disgust—He still dares to argue?

A hairpin from Shi Zhihua’s hair automatically detached from her dark locks and violently plunged into Tang Zihui’s palm, pinning his hand to the ground.

Tang Zihui: “…”

“Don’t cry anymore,” Shi Zhihua coaxed Tong Siqing, wiping her tears. She said: “It’s okay if you don’t talk about it. I don’t blame you.”

Tong Siqing, still continuously sobbing, hiccupped from crying: “You really don’t blame me? But I almost beat him to death.”

“Although he lost half his life, you shed many tears,” Shi Zhihua did not think anything was wrong at all, only continuously comforting the girl. “He probably won’t mind. If you don’t believe me, ask him.”

Tong Siqing turned her head, her eyes red, to look at Tang Zihui.

Tang Zihui, with every word, coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood: “N-n-no, no blame…”

Shi Zhihua: “See? I told you so.”

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