The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

“Master, your mood seems quite poor. Has someone angered you?”

As the Demon Lord’s most capable confidante, Qing Lin noticed immediately how terrible her Master’s mood was. Normally, even when Shi Zhihua was unhappy, she wouldn’t show it, and might even put on a fake smile, but this time, she had outright frowned in front of all her subordinates.

Qing Lin wondered what she was thinking of.

After the subordinates left, Shi Zhihua kept Qing Lin behind.

Qing Lin was a little anxious.

Shi Zhihua leaned back listlessly, resting against the sovereign’s throne with a wild and lazy posture. She wore an extravagantly colored silk robe patterned with flowers. Her long legs were crossed, mostly hidden by the minimal clothing, and she looked like she was about to fall asleep.

Just as Qing Lin thought Shi Zhihua was truly asleep, the other person suddenly spoke.

“Qing Lin, what do you think of me?”

Answering such a question incorrectly could be terrifying. Qing Lin dared not say anything negative about the Demon Lord and immediately offered various flattering remarks, like how the Master was adept at governance, cherished talent, and loved her people… But before she could say much, she was interrupted again.

Shi Zhihua supported her chin: “Incorrect.”

Qing Lin broke out in a cold sweat. She carefully observed the Demon Lord’s expression, guessed her meaning, and replied softly with extreme uncertainty: “Within the Three Realms, the Master is an unparalleled beauty. Anyone would involuntarily bow at your feet.”

Shi Zhihua leaned over to look at her, without a trace of a smile: “But someone was unmoved.”

How could that be?

Qing Lin found it outrageous. How could anyone in this world remain indifferent to their Master’s face? Let alone those broken-down Immortals who cultivated the Path of Heartlessness, even high-level Succubi couldn’t resist the Demon Lord’s face.

…Wait.

Listening to this, had their Master been played by someone?

Failed to seduce them???

How formidable must that person be! Qing Lin sincerely admired the unknown individual.

She knelt down to show her resolve: “Master, please command your subordinate. I will definitely bring that person back and tie them to your couch.”

“There is no need for that.” Shi Zhihua’s expression was calm, her usually sharp and bright phoenix eyes dimmed. She said, “Go quickly to the Xianning Sect. Report back to me in detail whatever you see and hear.”

Qing Lin accepted the order.

She understood now. The person who “played” the Demon Lord was from the Xianning Sect. No wonder they were unmoved; that explained it.

The Xianning Sect was the world’s greatest sect, with countless talented and powerful figures. Perhaps their Demon Lord had truly set her sights on some unyielding, celibate stalwart.

But… the Master didn’t even mention a name. What should I look for and listen to?

She worried all the way back to the Xianning Sect, only to hear shocking news!

She stared dumbfounded at Tong Siqing, who was surrounded by a crowd, thinking her ears must be malfunctioning.

They were brazenly plotting for the Demon Lord!

When Tong Siqing returned to the Xianning Sect, clutching her chest, she still hadn’t figured out why.

She felt she must have done something wrong.

She had made the other party very angry.

Tong Siqing carefully recalled: it must have been because she was too confused right after waking up, picking up her sword immediately instead of responsibly stepping forward to take responsibility for the other person.

In the other person’s eyes, this behavior was surely that of a heartless villain who started something and abandoned it unforgivable.

Although the accident had happened, she was a person of the righteous path, the protagonist of the story. She could not do bad things like toying with others’ feelings. Since she had done it, she must take responsibility to the end.

In that case… she would marry her officially!

So, when Tong Siqing returned to report, she immediately requested to the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable: “Father-Venerable, I wish to marry.”

Everyone else who was waiting for her triumphant return was bewildered. What kind of development was this? Didn’t she go to assassinate the Demon Lord? Why was she suddenly getting married?

Uncertain of what to do, everyone turned their gaze to the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable was the only Heavenly Venerable in the world today. His words carried immense weight, and his decisions could sway everything. Everyone was accustomed to listening to him.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable, seated above, wore a look of universal compassion. He wore a jade mask that concealed his emotions. Having transcended mortal feelings, even his speech was cold and dull: “Who is she?”

Tong Siqing knelt straight, her voice resolute: “The Demon Lord, Shi Zhihua.”

Everyone: ???

Huh? Wasn’t that the person you were supposed to assassinate? Why are you returning to marry her?

What happened?

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable’s tone was colder than the jade mask: “Child, do you love her?”

“Father-Venerable, I don’t know what love is,” Tong Siqing stated honestly, “but I must marry her.”

Everyone: “…”

Qing Lin, standing in the crowd: “…”

Doesn’t love her, but must marry her.

Those simple words held a lot of implication.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable then asked: “If you do not love her, why are you so intent on marrying?”

That’s a good question!

Qing Lin, mixed in the crowd, stared at Tong Siqing’s straight back, also eager to know why.

But Tong Siqing fell into a long silence.

After a long while, she said: “I spent the night in her bedchamber yesterday and promised to give her a proper status and take responsibility for her.”

This declaration was a thunderclap that shocked everyone. All the surrounding righteous people erupted in an uproar.

They stared at her, shaking their heads and sighing. Whether white-bearded elders or young Immortal talents, everyone expressed disbelief.

They looked at Tong Siqing. She still knelt straight, in her plain white clothes, with ink-black hair, radiating righteousness and morality who could have thought she would do such a thing?

Qing Lin gasped, speechless.

Just as everyone was astonished, a disciple wearing a white jade crown stepped out. He bowed to the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable and said, “Heavenly Venerable, this disciple believes this matter is questionable. Immortal Sage Siqing’s Dao Heart is pure and she has never been tainted by worldly desires. All disciples of the Xianning Sect have witnessed this. And that Demon Lord has a notorious reputation. As the Demon Lord, she must indulge in debauchery like the rest of the Demon Race. Last night, seeing herself unable to resist, she must have seized the opportunity to deceive our Immortal Sage Siqing with a trick.”

The person who spoke was Ji Siyang (紀司陽), once Tong Siqing’s Senior Brother, who had always looked after her. Even after Tong Siqing became the Chief of the Immortal Sages, she still called him Senior Brother.

Worthy of being a Senior Brother. He was responsible and dared to stand up for her.

Qing Lin clenched her hand, feeling his words were absolutely correct. Her Demon Master did indeed have a cunning and deceitful nature. Coupled with the aphrodisiac from last night, she likely used a honey trap during the confrontation, resolving the poison while also defusing the crisis.

Qing Lin stood up straight, carefully observing the expressions of others.

Sure enough, Ji Siyang’s words calmed everyone down.

They thought about it carefully, and it truly made sense!

The Nine Sages of the Xianning Sect were all great Sages who embodied “cautious and serene, generous and humble.” They had all passed the trials of Heaven before ascending. If they were people who indulged in sensual pleasures, they definitely couldn’t have passed those heavy trials.

As the Chief of the Nine Sages, Tong Siqing was completely untouched by lust. Her Dao Heart was as pure as could be. How could she possibly be stirred by a single look at a Demon and stay the night?

Most likely, the Demon Leader used some unspeakable trick to frame Immortal Sage Siqing and force her to take responsibility.

Truly insidious and despicable!

The animosity between the Immortal Realm and the Demon Race was long-standing, and their prejudices were deeper than a canyon. Ji Siyang’s few sentences immediately made everyone accept the “fact.” Everyone’s eyes towards Tong Siqing were now filled with pity and regret.

Tong Siqing didn’t feel there was anything wrong. She just looked up at the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable, wanting to know when he would finally agree.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable was silent for a moment, then sighed: “How do you know you were not the victim of deceit? If she was unfaithful to you first, you do not need to keep your promise.”

Ji Siyang, kneeling on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief—the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable was still Siqing’s father, protective in a timely manner. His words were clearly intended to resolve this matter for Siqing. As long as Siqing went along with it, the marriage issue could be dropped.

Everyone also looked eagerly at Tong Siqing—Quickly take the hint your Father-Venerable is giving you!

Qing Lin also clenched her jaw.

“Father-Venerable, I was the one who was stirred first, and we did have substantial activity,” Tong Siqing’s ear tips were slightly red. She nervously clutched her collar. “She is the one who was wronged. I must take responsibility.”

Everyone was shocked, letting out a collective gasp of astonishment.

These gasps combined together were as uniform as a low wind sweeping across a flowerbed—silent yet tremendously impactful.

A thought popped into everyone’s minds: The Chief of the Nine Sages committed such an embarrassing deed. This world is finished.

Ji Siyang almost spat out a mouthful of old blood in front of everyone. Why! Why?

Qing Lin’s jaw nearly dropped!

Worthy of being the person their Demon Lord was fixated on. Her courage was truly exceptional! She was worthy of their Demon Lord!

While everyone had a “the sky is falling” expression, the smile on Qing Lin’s face, standing tall in a green robe among the crowd, was impossible to hide.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable, seated above, probably had nothing more to say. Although he wore a jade mask, Qing Lin felt that the face beneath the mask must have hardened into a frown.

Let’s see how he can protect her now?

Tong Siqing, on the ground, bowed deeply again: “I hope Father-Venerable will grant us fulfillment.”

Qing Lin continued to watch the show. She even felt that the Sage-Scribe’s composure had broken at this moment; he was probably regretting this immensely.

When the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable spoke again, there was still no discernible emotion: “Then, as you wish.”

Tong Siqing bowed again: “Thank you, Father-Venerable.”

Qing Lin: ???

Was something wrong? Why did he suddenly agree?

Everyone was panicked too! The person she was marrying was none other than the Demon Lord! Having the Chief of the Nine Sages marry the Demon Lord—what kind of ridiculous thing was that!

Wasn’t this utter nonsense?

The people below were in chaos, but because the Sage-Scribe was presiding, they could only panic internally.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable seemed not to notice, continuing his emotionless command: “Send ninety-four Immortal Envoys, ten thousand bolts of rare silk and celestial gauze, one hundred thousand gold and jade artifacts, one hundred twenty thousand rare treasures… to the Demon Lord, and arrange the marriage with my child, Immortal Sage Siqing.”

Everyone gasped heavily again. Including Qing Lin, they were all speechless.

At this moment, Ji Siyang finally recovered his senses. He spoke loudly: “Heavenly Venerable, if that fiend is merely toying with her and is unwilling to truly marry Immortal Sage Siqing, what then?”

The Sage-Scribe’s cold voice came from above: “The betrothal gifts have been sent. If she refuses, we will take her by force.”

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