The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 37

Chapter 37

If Shi Zhihua didn’t know that Tong Siqing’s Heavenly Father was the Saint-Scribe, she would have believed that the girl truly had an actual Master.

If Tong Siqing didn’t cultivate the path of heartlessness, Shi Zhihua would have believed that she truly liked Fu Luan.

If Shi Zhihua didn’t know Tong Siqing’s true identity, she would have believed that everything the girl said was real.

If not…

But… what if it was?

Shi Zhihua felt as if she had frozen in place. An unbelievable thought suddenly surfaced in her mind.

Tong Siqing’s Heavenly Father was the Saint-Scribe, but that didn’t prevent her from having other Masters. Just as she also had Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters, in short, anyone from the sect—even if it was a collateral branch could be called “Master” as long as they had guided her.

She cultivated the path of heartlessness… Bai Xian also cultivated the path of heartlessness, and Bai Xian was Fu Luan’s disciple. They should all belong to the same lineage.

When doubt arose in Shi Zhihua’s heart, she didn’t know what to feel.

“What are you doing?” Shi Zhihua heard herself ask Tong Siqing in an abnormally cold voice. “It seems your Master and disciple have reconciled, and you will continue to live happily ever after.”

Then what about me?

What am I? Did you truly come to the Demon Realm sincerely?

Before you met me, did you truly have such a Master who was like the white moonlight in your heart? Was the fact that you “lied” so smoothly because such an event truly occurred, or was it just a temporary excuse?

When we first met, you stayed overnight with me. Did you break the path of heartlessness long before that?

You said you didn’t know what “like” was. Was it because you cultivated the path of heartlessness that you didn’t like, or was it that after breaking the path of heartlessness, you wouldn’t be able to like again?

Shi Zhihua suddenly recalled that the day after she pulled Tong Siqing to stay overnight, Tong Siqing’s first reaction was to draw her sword and continue trying to assassinate her.

At the time, she simply thought the other person was heartless and didn’t think much of the matter after the girl was coaxed back. Now, upon careful consideration…

That was the ultimate sign of heartlessness.

If the person who had shared the night with her was this “Master” in front of her, would she not have drawn her sword against her?

Shi Zhihua rolled up a section of her sleeve, seeing the lover’s knot that Tong Siqing liked still on her wrist. Her heart felt both furious and cold.

Seeing her expression, Tong Siqing didn’t know what she was thinking, but Zhihua’s subtle emotional changes affected Tong Siqing’s mood.

The two seemed to be emotionally connected. Tong Siqing only took one look, and her heart began to ache intensely.

This was the first time Tong Siqing could acutely feel the emotional fluctuations of another person.

But how should she answer?

Should she say they had reconciled, or not?

If she said they had reconciled, Zhihua would surely be heartbroken. If she said they hadn’t, they were just very close moments ago, not at all like they were arguing.

Tong Siqing fell silent, anxiously staring at Shi Zhihua.

Shi Zhihua was inherently proud. Although her heart was filled with reluctance and pain, her eyes still conveyed cold indifference.

She asked again: “So, have you reconciled?”

Fu Luan looked at the Demon Lord’s expression and suddenly sensed something unusual.

Something is wrong. They hadn’t properly staged the crucial scene of the “Master-disciple breakup.” How could the Demon Lord arrive so early?

What did that question mean?

Could it be that if she saw their Master-disciple bond had not reconciled, the Demon Lord would take Tong Siqing back without any reservations?

That’s not normal.

Why… did I use the word “take back”?

The majestic Demon Lord, holding such a high position, should be condescendingly waiting for her subordinate to return, not personally coming in the middle of the night to “take” the person back.

That word “take” carried a certain suggestive meaning.

Although Fu Luan cultivated the path of heartlessness, she was highly perceptive and had a lot of sensitivity towards human emotions. Based on her experience, the Demon Lord’s feelings for the Immortal Sage Siqing were not merely simple appreciation; there must be some personal emotion involved.

Fu Luan seriously thought about the scene when she first met the Demon Lord in the Scarlet Sky Realm. At that time… wasn’t Immortal Sage Siqing sitting in the other person’s arms?

Fu Luan: “…”

She suddenly realized what a landmine of a lie Siqing had told to gain the other person’s trust.

The fact that the Demon Lord could tolerate this lie was also quite unbelievable.

How deep must the affection be to be able to do this?

Fu Luan was silent for a moment, then transmitted a message to Tong Siqing: “Immortal Sage, please honestly tell me, what was your identity while you were an inside operative in the Demon Realm, and what was your relationship with the Demon Lord?”

Tong Siqing answered truthfully: “I served the Demon Lord every day, warming her bed.”

Fu Luan: !!!

Fu Luan: “…”

Did she mishear? Warming her bed?

The First Immortal Sage of the Xianning Sect, to be an inside operative, went to warm the Demon Lord’s bed? Wasn’t that too great a sacrifice?

This matter was too self-demeaning. Even ordinary disciples of the Xianning Sect would not be allowed to do this. The Xianning Sect valued reputation the most, especially since the Immortal Sage Siqing was the First Immortal Sage, the daughter of the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe.

The Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe… did he know his daughter had humbled herself to this extent?

Because she was rarely in the Xianning Sect and constantly traveled, Fu Luan hadn’t heard the gossip of the Xianning Sect. Thus, she didn’t know that Tong Siqing had publicly declared her intention to marry the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua, nor that the two of them had a romantic entanglement.

Therefore.

After the surprise, a strange anger surged in Fu Luan’s heart.

Tong Siqing was their supreme Immortal Sage of Xianning! How could she be the Demon Lord’s paramour?

Did she agree? Did the Saint-Scribe agree? Did all the righteous factions in the world agree?

Did they truly think everyone in the Xianning Sect was dead?

Fu Luan coldly smiled and replied to the Demon Lord: “Yes, my disciple and I have reconciled. Your Master is going to take her disciple on a journey. What, Demon Lord, do you intend to interfere and snatch her away?”

Tong Siqing: “No…”

“Disciple, do not speak out,” Fu Luan gave Cen Letian a look, instructing the disciples to block Tong Siqing’s path. Then, she turned and looked coldly at Shi Zhihua. “The Venerable Lord is harsh. I am worried that my disciple is not faring well in the Demon Realm and has suffered grievances. Even if there were various absurdities between us Master and disciple in the past, what does it matter? As long as I do not expel her from the sect, she is still my good disciple.”

Fu Luan was usually as proud and pure as snow and frost, appearing overtly righteous, not someone who would lie. Thus, when she acted, even the Xianning Sect disciples themselves were stunned. They didn’t doubt the truth of their Master’s words now but were instead suspicious that they hadn’t heard the gossip.

These words were too convincing.

Shi Zhihua was instantly speechless and believed it.

She stood in place, lowering her red eyes, her mind full of turmoil.

After a short while, Su Rong and Qing Lin finally caught up. They stood behind the Demon Lord, saw her low mood, and asked what had happened.

Shi Zhihua turned back and glanced at them, saying: “Someone ran away from home and doesn’t plan to return.”

Qing Lin was also sad to see her Venerable Lord suffer such betrayal. She initially thought that after the Venerable Lord suspected the other person, she wouldn’t want her surrender anymore. Who would have thought the opposite was true?

Even knowing the other person’s mysterious identity and unclear stance, the Venerable Lord still wanted to keep her by her side.

Such… deep affection.

If this had been half a day ago, Qing Lin would have advised the Venerable Lord not to be so stubborn. But now, seeing Shi Zhihua’s gloomy face, she knew the other person was genuinely invested.

Who told the Venerable Lord to like her so much!

No matter who the other person was, as long as the Demon Realm desired her, they must seize her!

Forget about the other person being just a small Xianning disciple. Even if she were the Saint-Scribe’s biological daughter, it didn’t matter. They would snatch her away just because they wanted to!

Since the Saint-Scribe’s blindfold spell only worked against people of the Demon Clan, Qing Lin didn’t know that Tong Siqing was truly the Saint-Scribe’s daughter. She felt no psychological pressure when preparing to seize the person.

She glanced at Shi Zhihua and noticed that when the Demon Lord looked down, her eyes also held a certain directive.

This gaze did not look truly heartbroken.

This was clearly a sign of preparing to attack.

Qing Lin understood. She lightly squeezed Su Rong’s fingertip.

In this matter, Su Rong also understood. She was the one who most wanted Tong Siqing back, so the few of them quickly formed a united front.

The next second, Shi Zhihua spoke in a cold voice, deliberately carrying a tone of disdain and deprecation: “Did I say I would let her go?”

Fu Luan asked: “What does the Demon Lord mean by this?”

“Once you enter the Palace of Decadence and Lust, you must obey my commands. She has stayed in my palace for so long. Unless I personally force her to leave, she has no right to leave on her own,” Shi Zhihua said unreasonably. “Deceive, betray, and lie to me, and still think she can run away from home so easily?”

Tong Siqing also didn’t want to leave. Hearing Zhihua say this, although she knew the other person might be making trouble, she still briefly fantasized that Zhihua might take her back.

Returning to be punished would also be fine.

If I don’t go back, the wife I plan to marry will be gone.

Tong Siqing hung her head in frustration.

She desperately wanted to speak up immediately and go home with Zhihua, but she was surrounded by the Xianning disciples, making it inconvenient to act or speak. She was afraid of hurting the Xianning disciples.

Fu Luan beside her refuted Shi Zhihua: “Her home is naturally Xianning. How can you say she ‘ran away from home’? The Palace of Decadence and Lust was a prison that confined her, not a safe home for her.”

Shi Zhihua looked at Tong Siqing from afar, thinking, The Palace of Decadence and Lust is her home, because I am here.

Shi Zhihua’s words carried a hint of impatience. She didn’t want to continue the confrontation with Fu Luan. She directly stated her purpose: “If you insist on taking her, I cannot guarantee how many Xianning Sect disciples I might kill to vent my anger. A slip of the hand could easily be total annihilation.”

Fu Luan protected Tong Siqing, frowning as she asked: “What is the Venerable Lord’s intention? What conditions do you wish to propose?”

Shi Zhihua raised her hand, pointing at her: “If you can withstand one palm strike from me at thirty percent of my power, I will not trouble you and will let all of you leave. If you cannot withstand it, then do not blame me for showing no courtesy to your Xianning Sect.”

Thirty percent of her power.

Fu Luan considered it and thought it was feasible. She was, after all, an Immortal Master within the Xianning lineage. Although she couldn’t defeat the Demon Lord, taking one palm strike from her shouldn’t be a problem.

Thirty percent of her power. I’ll take a gamble. I should be able to hold on.

Fu Luan nodded: “Will it just be me alone?”

She shouldn’t trouble her other disciples.

After all, the other disciples absolutely could not withstand this palm strike. Not to mention a full palm, even the wind from it might be too much.

Shi Zhihua nodded: “Just you alone. I never gang up on the weak, nor do I like to bully the small.”

Fu Luan breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the Demon Lord ultimately cares about her reputation and won’t resort to ganging up like other people of the Demon Clan.

Fu Luan: “Very well, Demon Lord—please begin.”

Fu Luan used a spell to secure her white hair. Her full attention was focused ahead. She parted her feet slightly, raising her palms defensively in front of her chest, a very conservative defensive posture.

On the other side, Shi Zhihua appeared very composed. She said nothing, merely stepping out alone, raising one hand, as if pointing at someone.

The scene instantly became tense. The Xianning disciples fully concentrated on the scene before them. Fearing they might be affected by the Demon Lord’s palm wind, Cen Letian activated the defensive spiritual energy shield to its maximum, aiming it directly towards the Demon Lord.

He dared not be careless, staring intently at the imminent confrontation.

The disciples guarding Tong Siqing also became nervous. Everyone was focused on the front, failing to notice… that two more people had appeared beside Tong Siqing behind them.

Qing Lin and Su Rong cooperated perfectly, each lifting one of Tong Siqing’s arms. Before the girl could react, they dragged her away.

Tong Siqing: ???

She could have walked on her own, actually.

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