The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

“No reason at all,” Cen Letian answered, steeling himself. “It’s just that your disciple found them noisy.”

Immortal Master Fu Luan: “As a Senior Brother, you must guide your disciples more, not use a blanket ban.”

“Your disciple knows his mistake.”

Cen Letian lowered his head.

While the Master and disciple were enjoying a harmonious moment here, the situation was not so good on the other side.

Shi Zhihua finally understood the meaning of hoisting herself by her own petard. She had intended to tease Tong Siqing, but who would have thought that the girl, when cornered, would come up with such an absurd reason.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Su Rong was also very helpless. She dared not look at the Demon Lord anymore and could only play dead in the corner.

Tong Siqing also hadn’t expected her lie to be exposed so quickly! She had been in the Xianning Sect for so many years and had rarely seen Immortal Master Fu Luan. The Master was usually elusive, which was why she dared to use her name to cover her lie this time.

Who! Could! Have! Known! that it would be such a coincidence? She had just mentioned Immortal Master Fu Luan, and the very next second, the person arrived!

Tong Siqing ignored her physical discomfort; her heart was choked with anxiety now.

What else could she do but persuade Immortal Master Fu Luan to play along?

Among the four of them, only Qing Lin did not know Tong Siqing’s true identity.

More importantly—she believed the girl’s narrative.

She thought Tong Siqing had once been infatuated with Immortal Master Fu Luan, so she cast a hostile look at Immortal Master Fu Luan.

Immortal Master Fu Luan cultivated the path of heartlessness, so her demeanor was exceptionally cold, clearly an unapproachable figure.

Qing Lin glared at her.

She observed her soft white hair reaching her waist, tied only with a red ribbon, making her whole person excessively pale, as if covered by a layer of soft, misty light.

So beautiful. No wonder she attracted Tong Siqing’s love.

Qing Lin was displeased that her Demon Lord’s beloved could like someone else!

Immortal Master Fu Luan had no idea what was happening. She first found her disciple and then noticed the Demon Lord nearby.

Fu Luan’s pupils visibly contracted. Seeing Shi Zhihua indeed brought back some unpleasant memories.

She showed a hint of aggression, shielding her disciples behind her.

Just as she was about to speak, she saw the person in the Demon Lord’s arms the Immortal Sage Siqing.

Immortal Sage???

Why is the Immortal Sage here too?

Fu Luan subconsciously prepared to salute the other person.

“Disciple greets Master,” Tong Siqing instantly flashed in front of the other person, holding Fu Luan’s hand that was about to bow without a word.

Fu Luan hadn’t reacted, staring at her blankly.

Tong Siqing knelt down with a “slap” in front of the other person, performing a standard disciple’s bow. Then, still half-kneeling, she fiercely embraced the other person: “Master! Your unfilial disciple, after that day, felt unworthy of the sect, so I went to the Demon Realm without saying goodbye. I do not ask for Master’s forgiveness, I only ask Master not to harm herself with anger because of this.”

Whether Fu Luan was harmed by anger was irrelevant.

Shi Zhihua was about to die from sheer exasperation.

The moment her arms felt empty, she was so angry her vision blurred, but she couldn’t publicly drag Tong Siqing back. She could only helplessly rub her forehead: “Enough.”

Fu Luan spread her arms, stiffly looking down at Tong Siqing, unsure of what expression to make.

Cen Letian beside her quietly transmitted a message to Immortal Master Fu Luan, roughly explaining the current situation.

In any case, she must cooperate with Tong Siqing to continue being an inside operative and must not expose her true identity.

Immortal Master Fu Luan blinked calmly, indicating she understood.

“Good disciple, quickly get up.”

She was fully immersed in the role, like a Master in the world who loves her disciples. Her eyes held compassion, affection, and a hint of disappointment that turns into a wish for better.

She said: “You are my disciple whom I personally guided. No matter how disappointed I am, I can never blame you.”

Tong Siqing released her, a chill running down her spine.

“Thank, thank you, Master.”

Fu Luan looked at her with a complicated gaze she had just recently met her eldest disciple, Bai Xian. Bai Xian had indeed mentioned that the Immortal Sage Siqing was working undercover in the Demon Realm. If it weren’t for the Immortal Sage, her disciple might not have returned to the Xianning Sect so early.

Come to think of it, she owed Immortal Sage Siqing a favor.

If she could help her, she would naturally do her best.

“What touching Master-disciple affection,” seeing the harmonious gathering of the Xianning Sect members, Shi Zhihua was deeply displeased, so her tone carried a hint of subtle anger. She spoke ironically, “Since your Master has forgiven you, shouldn’t your next step be to leave with your Master?”

No.

How could that be?

Tong Siqing was only playing a part to maintain her precarious cover. It was absolutely impossible for her to leave with Immortal Master Fu Luan. If she truly left, wouldn’t it be difficult to return to the Demon Realm?

If I can’t return to the Demon Realm, I can’t keep clinging to Zhihua.

If I can’t cling to her.

Zhihua won’t like me.

Then who will I marry in the future?

Tong Siqing shivered, terrified at the thought of this futile outcome.

Absolutely not!

She was about to open her mouth to object when she heard Qing Lin speak from the side:

“The Venerable Lord has already spoken like that. Why haven’t you quickly resolved your personal affairs?” Qing Lin failed to detect her Demon Lord’s sarcasm this time. She, who usually understood the Demon Lord’s intentions, took it seriously this time and seriously suggested, “Why don’t you first sever your Master-disciple relationship with your Master? Otherwise, if you keep being linked like this, our Demon Realm won’t dare to keep you.”

Shi Zhihua: ???

Qing Lin, what nonsense are you sprouting?

She was sitting upright, waiting for Tong Siqing to come back. Who would have thought that instead of receiving Tong Siqing’s apology, her own Qing Lin immediately pushed the person towards the Xianning Sect.

Who is she trying to infuriate?

Oh, she’s trying to infuriate me.

“I’m sorry.”

Tong Siqing cried because she also hadn’t heard the Demon Lord’s sarcasm and actually deeply believed Qing Lin’s words. After all, Qing Lin was Zhihua’s most capable confidante. Her interpretation was always authoritative, almost certainly correct.

Since she had said that, it must be Zhihua’s intention.

Tong Siqing hadn’t expected that her lie was nearly exposed, and now Zhihua was driving her away.

Shi Zhihua softened instantly upon seeing Tong Siqing’s distress. She reached out, wanting to call the other person back—but Qing Lin mistakenly thought she was getting up to leave.

Qing Lin quickly supported her arm: “Venerable Lord, let’s go.”

Shi Zhihua: ???

Wait? Qing Lin, you must be having some kind of problem today, right?

Shi Zhihua was so angry at Tong Siqing and her ignorant subordinates that her head was pounding. She didn’t know what to say. If there was even one smart person here, the situation wouldn’t have become this way.

But since Qing Lin had spoken like that, as the Demon Lord, she couldn’t stand up and publicly refute anything. That would be equivalent to announcing to everyone—I, the Demon Lord, Shi Zhihua, keep a bunch of fools around me. My most trusted confidante can’t even decipher my inner thoughts, and I, the Demon Lord, have to personally respond.

Shi Zhihua couldn’t compromise her pride, so she had to maintain her composure.

At the same time, she gave Tong Siqing a look—hoping the other person would be a bit cunning, quickly sever ties with that convenient Master, and catch up to her.

Tong Siqing: QvQ.

It’s over. Zhihua is glaring at me.

Tong Siqing cried even louder.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Who can understand her mood right now?

Apparently, no one understood, because the other trusted subordinate present had already gone over and patted Tong Siqing’s shoulder: “Don’t cry. Wait until the Venerable Lord’s anger subsides in a few days, and you’ve sorted out things with the Xianning Sect. I will then find a way to plead with the Venerable Lord.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Where did I get angry?

The anger I have is all caused by you two dim-witted subordinates.

Qing Lin and Su Rong wore looks of righteousness and seriousness. One supported the Demon Lord, and the other followed the Demon Lord, quickly leaving.

They didn’t even leave time for the other person to look back.

Shi Zhihua forcibly stopped halfway, her back to everyone, waiting for them to say something.

Then she heard Fu Luan, acting flawlessly, comforting Tong Siqing: “Your Master doesn’t blame you. It’s good that you can forsake the darkness and seek the light…”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Useless.

Let’s all be destroyed.

Shi Zhihua felt she couldn’t stay any longer. If she stayed, she would die of anger here. She decisively quickened her pace. Her red robes were very flamboyant, the skirt trailing on the ground, like a burning fire, aggressively leading her two subordinates away from the place.

Fine. After some time, when Tong Siqing is in a better mood, I’ll personally go and snatch her back.

Taking by force… It’s an old tradition of the Demon Realm.

If I don’t stage a forceful seizure, I, the Demon Lord, will be too virtuous, Shi Zhihua thought confidently.

After confirming their departure, Immortal Master Fu Luan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She gracefully helped Tong Siqing sit down and comforted her: “Don’t worry. If the Immortal Sage keeps chasing after the Demon Lord, someone as suspicious as her will definitely doubt your motives. Why don’t we go with the flow and have you pretend to engage in a struggle with the Xianning Sect, eventually getting hurt by us and making a ‘last-ditch’ effort to surrender to Shi Zhihua. This way, the other party will completely trust you and believe that you will be eternally loyal.”

Tong Siqing wiped away her tears, thought about it, and agreed that it made sense.

Zhihua had indeed been suspicious of her stance before, and she had even been searching for an inside operative for a while, suggesting she had noticed something amiss. Someone as suspicious as her must have suspected Tong Siqing.

It was fortunate that this misunderstanding occurred today. It was the perfect opportunity to use this lie to prove herself.

“Thank you, Immortal Master, for being willing to play this part with me,” Tong Siqing thanked her. “When I return to the Xianning Sect, I will personally visit to express my gratitude.”

“No matter. I don’t stay in the Xianning Sect often anyway,” Immortal Master Fu Luan chuckled softly. “I usually travel everywhere. Wherever there is trouble, I go to help. I’m used to a life without a fixed home and am not accustomed to always being in the Xianning Sect. There are too many rules there. Staying there makes one too compliant, and all their sharp edges are worn away.”

Tong Siqing nodded.

Immortal Master Fu Luan continued: “For the Immortal Sage to personally go to the Demon Realm as an inside operative, it must be a matter of paramount importance to our Xianning Sect. I, Fu Luan, have never been able to help the sect much. This time, I am immensely comforted that I can help you.”

Tong Siqing lowered her head, feeling a pang of guilt.

What paramount matter? The only serious task was to assassinate Zhihua. Who would have thought that she would fail on the very first day and accidentally mess things up?

There would be no more major matters in the future. She wasn’t an inside operative, nor did she have any serious mission.

Her Heavenly Father hadn’t asked her to help spy for any intelligence. His only requirement was for her to develop a relationship with Zhihua so that she could marry her and bring her back to Xianning.

Tong Siqing weakly thought, I am truly foolish. After all this time, there hasn’t been much progress. I’ve even made Zhihua constantly suspicious of me. After being driven out, I even had to ask my own people to help prove my innocence. I wonder when I can return to her side.

Sigh.

Tong Siqing was a little worried. She thought she must work hard and strive to prove her loyalty to Zhihua as soon as possible.

Shi Zhihua returned to her room and, without a word, ordered Qing Lin to kneel outside.

Qing Lin was confused: “Is the Venerable Lord speaking to me?”

Shi Zhihua turned around irritably: “No, I’m speaking to the idiot.”

Qing Lin lowered her head, tugging at her sleeve, biting her lip and remaining silent.

Seeing her expression, Shi Zhihua knew that the other person had finally understood. She thought sarcastically, I’ll just lightly punish Qing Lin this time, lest she dares to willfully misinterpret my meaning in the future.

Qing Lin lowered her head: “Yes.”

Shi Zhihua was satisfied, closed the door, and dismissed her.

In the hallway outside the room, Su Rong rushed over, meeting Qing Lin and asking with concern: “Qing Lin, what’s wrong? Has the Venerable Lord punished you? I felt the Venerable Lord was not in a good mood just now.”

Qing Lin’s face showed distress. She restrained herself and looked at her: “Yes, the Venerable Lord did punish someone, but it wasn’t me.”

Su Rong: ???

Qing Lin clenched her fist, her knuckles trembling: “The Venerable Lord wants you to kneel.”

Su Rong: ???

Qing Lin didn’t think the word “idiot” referred to herself. She logically thought that the Venerable Lord wanted to trouble Su Rong because Tong Siqing was brought back by Su Rong, but today, Tong Siqing left with the Xianning Sect people. Therefore, the Venerable Lord was angry and vented her frustration on Su Rong, hence the indirect insult and the order for Su Rong to kneel.

Qing Lin had wanted to plead for mercy at the time, but she was afraid that if she did, the Venerable Lord would be even more irritated and impose a harsher punishment on Su Rong.

Qing Lin dared not take chances when it came to Su Rong’s matters, so she grit her teeth and accepted the punishment.

“Don’t be afraid,” Qing Lin’s expression was serious, as if she were the one being punished. She gritted her teeth, comforting Su Rong with a trembling voice, “I’ll bear the punishment with you. I hope the Venerable Lord’s anger subsides soon.”

“Qing Lin…” Su Rong was deeply moved. “You really don’t have to. I am the one who made a mistake today. I should bear the punishment alone.”

Qing Lin pulled her to kneel together outside Shi Zhihua’s door and whispered: “It’s alright. It’s because our bond is deep.”

Su Rong was so touched that she shed tears, wiping her eyes with her sleeve: “Qing Lin, you are so kind.”

Despite making such a huge mistake today, the Demon Lord only lightly ordered me to kneel, and Qing Lin is here with me.

Su Rong was incredibly relieved. I truly have a good fate.

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