The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 34

Chapter 34

The Scarlet Sky Realm’s prosperity was evident everywhere with luxurious restaurants. Tong Siqing and her group found a new place to settle, sitting down openly to have some tea.

The new restaurant was still packed with people. Tong Siqing rested her chin on her hand, observing the stream of customers.

Ever since she arrived at the Scarlet Sky Realm, the scenery in her eyes had begun to look increasingly dilapidated.

The vermilion lacquer on the palaces and towers was peeling, as if a painting was losing its color and gradually becoming covered in dust. The people coming and going also showed signs of death: some had darkened complexions, some had stiff joints, and some had white eyeballs…

It was no scenic mortal paradise; it was a scene from the netherworld.

Watching these sights made Tong Siqing lose her appetite. After the dishes were served, she took just one look and felt a surge of nausea.

To outsiders, the table was laden with delicacies, but to her, the food was not only spoiled but also covered with corrupt filth.

“What’s wrong? Loss of appetite?” Seeing Tong Siqing’s pale face, Shi Zhihua also lost interest in the food and affectionately reached over to pat her back. “If you feel unwell, let’s go back to the room to rest.”

Since the Venerable Lord hadn’t touched her chopsticks, Qing Lin and Su Rong were also uninterested in the meal.

Tong Siqing was overcome with waves of nausea and couldn’t help but bend over to avoid them.

Even though she felt very distressed, she stubbornly raised her hand to warn them: “Everyone, don’t eat.”

Since she wasn’t eating, no one else at the table had touched their chopsticks.

Shi Zhihua looked up at Qing Lin, having realized something.

Qing Lin shook her head, indicating there was no poison in the food.

No poison, so why…

“Young friend, let’s just say, can we not spoil the mood during a meal?” Someone in the adjacent room heard Tong Siqing’s movements and couldn’t help but voice their disapproval. “How rude. If you are unwell, please leave this place and don’t disturb our Master’s enjoyment.”

Tong Siqing felt so sick her vision blurred. She held onto Zhihua’s arm and was about to look up and apologize when she heard Zhihua speak:

“Since we have disturbed your Master, why don’t you ask your Master to come over, and I will personally apologize to him?”

The Demon Lord was fond of sarcasm. When she spoke with such a seemingly courteous but actually falsely charming tone, it usually meant she was about to make trouble for the person.

Qing Lin, sensing the Venerable Lord’s attitude, immediately put on a stern face, ready to teach the person a lesson.

A normal person, hearing this, wouldn’t genuinely ask someone to come over to receive an apology. If the matter had stopped there, it would have been fine. However, that person was particularly clueless and lacked grace, immediately preparing to return and invite his Master to show off his authority.

Qing Lin found it extremely amusing.

“I’d like to see who this esteemed figure is who dares to command you like this, Venerable Lord,” Qing Lin raised her voice. “They say the Scarlet Sky Realm only cares about wealth and ignores status. It seems this place is nothing special.”

Shi Zhihua’s current trip was not low-key. She neither disguised herself nor avoided attention. The clothing she wore from the Palace of Decadence and Lust, with its patterns and regulations, clearly indicated her extraordinary status. Coupled with her unique beauty, logically, no one so clueless should dare to provoke her.

Perhaps it was just bad luck; the moment they arrived, they encountered a few exceptional fools.

After a hushed commotion in the next room, the messenger seemed to grab someone’s arm, insisting on dragging the person over to accept the apology.

The “Master” the other person spoke of might genuinely be an important figure. Hearing the absurd claim, he repeatedly refused to accept the apology, unwilling to come over, yet he still raised his voice to apologize to Shi Zhihua’s side: “Immortal friend, I apologize. It was my friend who disturbed you. Please don’t take it to heart. Your meal will be covered by us…”

The voice suddenly faded after that, without clearly saying what followed.

Amidst the commotion, the person who had spoken just now was pulled into Shi Zhihua’s room by the messenger.

Qing Lin whispered a reminder: “Venerable Lord, they are here.”

At the same moment, Tong Siqing struggled to stand, leaning on Zhihua’s shoulder as she looked towards the door.

Then, she made eye contact with the white-robed immortal at the door.

Tong Siqing was so startled that she instantly felt refreshed.

Isn’t that someone from their Xianning Sect!

The person clearly recognized Tong Siqing as well. He was shocked for a moment, not expecting to encounter the “recovering” Head Immortal Sage in the Scarlet Sky Realm.

Tong Siqing: “You…”

Absolutely must not greet or bow!

A glance at the other person’s eyes showed he had seen her before. Tong Siqing worried that if he accidentally called out her name, everything would be ruined. If Zhihua knew her true identity, Zhihua would surely crush her.

She had said she hated all forms of betrayal and exploitation.

Her long period of disguised identity in the Demon Realm was for the purpose of quietly cultivating their relationship, so that when the time was right, she could find a way to confess her identity.

I absolutely cannot let all my previous efforts go to waste!

If her cover was blown prematurely, she would not only lose her wife but also turn them into bitter enemies!

Seeing the other person about to salute her, Tong Siqing quickly and secretly cast a silencing spell on him.

The person: ???

What is going on?

Tong Siqing then secretly transmitted a message: “Do not, under any circumstances, reveal my identity. I am working undercover beside the Demon Lord.”

The person nodded, indicating he understood.

Tong Siqing thought, his reaction is too obvious. Zhihua is so meticulous; she would instantly realize that she and the other person knew each other. Therefore, lying about knowing each other wouldn’t work… Then I’ll just make up a fake name. Zhihua hadn’t asked her name later anyway, so this was the perfect time to round out the lie.

The person also transmitted a message: “The identity of the Immortal Sage Siqing in the Demon Realm is…”

“Tong Xingle, the Demon Lord’s attendant.”

With that, Tong Siqing released the silencing spell on him.

“I am Cen Letian of the Xianning Sect,” the person introduced himself. “I never thought I’d meet Junior Sister Xingle again in the Scarlet Sky Realm today. I am truly delighted.”

Tong Siqing gave a dry laugh: “A pleasure, a pleasure. How are you doing these days, Senior Brother?”

Cen Letian smiled: “All is well. I wonder…”

Wonder what? If you don’t know, don’t ask.

Shi Zhihua, watching this “Senior Brother” who appeared out of nowhere exchange endless friendly greetings with Tong Siqing, couldn’t help but feel displeased.

She interrupted him: “Since you are a person of the Xianning Sect, why have you come to the Scarlet Sky Realm?”

Cen Letian shook his head: “It’s a long story…”

“It’s a long story” was another way of saying. Who are you? I’m too lazy to tell you.

Tong Siqing, having recovered from her discomfort, noticed the group and realized that Cen Letian, from his appearance, did not carry the death aura of the Scarlet Sky Realm. However, the messenger who had just conveyed the message was pale, shrouded in a hazy color.

What happened here that could cause so many people to emanate a death aura?

A living person without vitality, radiating death aura—this was a sign of impending disaster.

However, Tong Siqing had previously seen some people who already had corpse-like spots, indicating that some had already died but were resurrected by some force, continuing to impersonate normal people in the world of the living.

Tong Siqing didn’t understand, but she felt that the Xianning disciples, led by Cen Letian, must have come here to resolve this matter.

She hadn’t seen this in the heavenly secrets, so she could assume it wasn’t a major event.

Since her cover wasn’t blown, Tong Siqing confidently continued to lean on Zhihua.

Shi Zhihua and Cen Letian didn’t see eye to eye, but because the other person was from the Xianning Sect, she would naturally give Tong Siqing face and generously let the matter go.

So, she didn’t respond, leaving Cen Letian on the side.

Qing Lin saw Shi Zhihua lazily lowering her gaze and knew the Venerable Lord didn’t intend to pursue the matter. She stepped forward to smooth things over: “Since this is a misunderstanding, then—”

“What misunderstanding?” The messenger, still fearless of death, continued to speak wildly. “Immortal Cen Letian was invited here with great difficulty. You disturbed our Master. How can you not apologize?”

Cen Letian suddenly realized this point and frowned: “There was no disturbance, just a misunderstanding.”

He had brought a group of Xianning disciples today. Hearing the commotion, those disciples also followed to check.

The moment they entered the room, everyone’s attention was drawn to the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua. They had never seen a woman of such stunning beauty. Those who cultivated the path of heartlessness and those who did not all failed to maintain their composure, collectively gasping in awe.

Shi Zhihua coldly looked up, and her gaze instantly froze the group in place.

Red eyes a person from the Demon Realm.

These disciples were on their first journey down the mountain and hadn’t seen any truly powerful figures. They didn’t know the person before them was the Demon Lord. They only found her beautiful and regretted that she was from the Demon Realm.

“Hey? Isn’t that—”

Someone among the disciples noticed Tong Siqing, instantly recognizing her as the First Immortal Sage who had recently given a speech in front of the entire sect.

This was the first time they had seen the living Head Immortal Sage up close!

This was far more attractive than the stunning beauty from before!

The disciples of lower ranks were all excited, eagerly leaning forward to look at Tong Siqing.

Cen Letian lightly coughed, casting a silencing spell on these clueless disciples.

The disciples, their faces flushed and hearts pounding, were more excited than ever, pinching each other’s arms and staring at the person in front with the attitude of observing a rare treasure.

Tong Siqing: “…”

In Xianning, she only interacted with a few familiar senior disciples and rarely went among the newly initiated ones. Who would have thought she could have this effect on everyone?

I don’t have an extra head or eye, so why are they scrambling to look at me?

Tong Siqing was thoroughly embarrassed, shrinking back behind Shi Zhihua.

The two groups stared at each other. The atmosphere instantly became strangely quiet.

It was Shi Zhihua who finally spoke. She asked Tong Siqing: “Xingle?”

Tong Siqing nodded, her palms sweating.

The name was something I just made up. I hope I haven’t been found out.

Su Rong couldn’t stand any scene of conflict. In a moment of panic, she forgot that the Demon Lord already knew Siqing’s identity. She quickly stepped out to smooth things over: “Yes, Venerable Lord. Xingle’s… name was given by her Master, meaning her heart is as vast as the starlight, and her life is happy and amiable.”

“Oh?” Shi Zhihua asked again. “Who is her Master?”

This…

Su Rong hadn’t thought of an answer. Tong Siqing quickly chose a hermit immortal who had been in seclusion for a long time.

She quickly interjected: “It’s Immortal Fu Luan.”

Shi Zhihua dragged out the end of her sentence: “Is that so?”

Tong Siqing and Su Rong frantically nodded.

“Immortal Fu Luan,” Shi Zhihua repeated the name and smiled. “It’s quite a coincidence. I once crossed paths with Immortal Fu Luan. She happened to have her three disciples with her at the time. How is it that… I don’t remember you?”

Tong Siqing froze, unable to speak.

Su Rong: “…”

Seriously? What a coincidence!

“The eldest disciple, Bai Xian, has been imprisoned in the Palace of Decadence and Lust by me for many years. The second disciple is a man. And the third disciple—” Shi Zhihua looked up at Cen Letian. “If I’m not mistaken, this is Immortal Fu Luan’s third disciple, correct?”

Tong Siqing: “…”

It’s over, it’s over! I usually don’t remember these relationship charts well. How could the lie I casually made up be so easily exposed!

Tong Siqing was stunned.

Tong Siqing didn’t dare to speak anymore.

Fortunately, Cen Letian didn’t fail her. He calmly replied to the Demon Lord: “I am indeed Immortal Fu Luan’s disciple. Junior Sister Xingle is also Immortal Fu Luan’s disciple. However, our Master deeply cherishes Junior Sister. Fearing she might encounter danger, she rarely takes her out to travel.”

Keep spinning the yarn.

Shi Zhihua, who knew everything, smiled without a word, simultaneously gazing at Tong Siqing with a teasing look and giving Su Rong a mocking glance.

Su Rong was inexplicably confused by the Demon Lord’s look.

She carefully recalled her coordination with Cen Letian just now and felt the lie was flawless. The Venerable Lord couldn’t possibly have found out…

Wait.

She knew what the problem was.

A-a-a-a-ah!

My goldfish brain, how could I be so foolish as to forget the most important thing!

The Demon Lord knows Siqing’s identity! When the Celestial Venerable’s blindfold spell failed last time, both the Celestial Venerable and the Demon Lord acknowledged and tacitly agreed to the matter!

A-a-a-a-ah!

Su Rong instantly lost face and couldn’t stand there anymore. She had always painstakingly maintained the balance between the two sides, but just now, seeing the situation turn unfavorable, her mind went blank, and she stepped forward to help cover up the lie!

What should I do?

Continuing one lie requires countless other lies to cover it up.

Su Rong genuinely wanted to vomit blood.

She glanced at Tong Siqing, who was nervously leaning on the Demon Lord, and then at the Venerable Lord, who wore a mocking expression. She immediately felt overwhelmed.

Help, help, someone save me.

Su Rong decisively played dead and turned to face the wall in contemplation.

The people present continued their act.

Cen Letian kept the Immortal Sage Siqing’s instructions firmly in mind, knowing the other person was an inside operative. Thus, he was diligently trying to vouch for her identity.

Maintaining a friendly smile, he said to the Demon Lord: “Master has always been very fond of Junior Sister, taking her to meditate and cultivate day and night. Sometimes, when busy, they would even stay up several nights without sleep.”

Shi Zhihua enjoyed watching his flustered expression.

She pretended to nod, resting her chin on her hand, signaling him to continue.

“Master, she, she…” Cen Letian had spoken for a long time and temporarily couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he randomly said, “She hasn’t seen Junior Sister in a long time and is very worried, missing her and hoping to meet her soon.”

Shi Zhihua: “Since the Master and disciple are so deeply devoted, why did she defect to our Demon Realm?”

How should Tong Siqing know! She looked at Su Rong for help, only to see the latter looking sorrowfully at the sky.

How am I supposed to make this up???

Tong Siqing was on the verge of tears.

Just then, she suddenly recalled a storybook she had read recently. A section in it described a Master and disciple turning against each other because the disciple was rebellious and attempted insubordination. After succeeding, the disciple was ashamed to face the Master, so they voluntarily left the sect, never to see each other again in life.

That’s a great reason!

It perfectly matched the fake identity Su Rong had prepared for her.

Because of this reason, she, as a Xianning disciple, voluntarily left the Xianning Sect and remained in the Demon Realm ever since.

Excellent, excellent. I’ll say that!

Tong Siqing pretended to frown painfully, placing her hand over her heart: “Venerable Lord, please don’t mention this matter again. It is too heartbreaking.”

Shi Zhihua strongly suppressed her laughter, wanting to hear what she would say: “Why? But I want to hear it. What should I do?”

Of course, I’ll tell you the reason I just thought of.

Tong Siqing thought this and then said with exaggerated performance: “Because I was rebellious, impure of thought, and attempted insubordination.”

Cen Letian: ???

What?

Qing Lin was also confused.

Shi Zhihua was completely baffled. She thought Tong Siqing hadn’t grasped the situation again and was talking nonsense. So, she pressed her: “What do you mean? What insubordination?”

Su Rong coughed violently, thinking, Venerable Lord, please don’t press her!

Tong Siqing naturally continued: “It is exactly the literal meaning. I harbored inappropriate thoughts toward Immortal Fu Luan. That day, I couldn’t help but attempt insubordination… I truly disgraced the sect, so I voluntarily left the Xianning Sect.”

Shi Zhihua: ???

Do you know what you are saying?

Qing Lin: ???

No way? No way? Did I hear that correctly?

Cen Letian: ???

But the Master in this lineage cultivates the path of heartlessness! Immortal Sage, could you perhaps draft your lies next time!

The disciples who were in the dark: ???

What kind of melodramatic secret history of the immortal sect is this! So the Immortal Sage Siqing had such an emotional entanglement with her own Master!

This is too explosive!

Su Rong spat out a mouthful of old blood and slammed her head against the door frame.

She didn’t stop at one hit but continuously slammed her head several times, wishing she could die on the spot.

“What are you doing, esteemed one?”

Outside the door frame, a clear female voice rang out. The person lifted the beaded curtain and stepped in, stopping Su Rong’s self-punishment.

“Your body is a gift from your parents. Please do not abuse it like this.”

The newcomer was also dressed in the white robes of the Xianning Sect, with white hair and black eyes, her smile amiable.

After saying that, she turned to Cen Letian: “Your Master felt uneasy leaving you to lead the team alone, so I specifically followed to check on you.”

Cen Letian’s face turned pale: “Master.”

The person was none other than Immortal Master Fu Luan. She released the silencing spell on her disciples and asked in confusion: “Why did you use a spell to prevent everyone from speaking?”

Cen Letian: “…”

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