The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 39

Chapter 39

The Palace of Decadence and Lust

After the entire succubus clan entered the Palace of Decadence and Lust, none of them were able to come out again.

Various formations surrounded the palace layer by layer, forcefully turning the Palace of Decadence and Lust into an airtight cage. The people inside couldn’t see outside, and the people outside didn’t know what was happening inside.

The Ninth Immortal Sage, Qi Magu, hardly dared to speak, quietly cleaning up the aftermath with the servants of the Palace of Decadence and Lust.

The Ghost-Masked Guards followed him fearfully.

No one dared to speak.

For no other reason than fear.

Fear of whom?

Fear of the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe.

The Ghost-Masked Guards couldn’t have imagined that one day, the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe of the Xianning Sect would, for the first time ever, come to the Demon Realm. Not only did he come to the Demon Realm, but he also proactively helped them fend off external enemies.

Ah, no.

It wasn’t just simply “fending off” external enemies; he killed all the invaders.

That Immortal, who claimed to save all sentient beings, was crueler than their Demon Lord when taking action, annihilating the intruders with a look of compassion. It was impossible to know the true state of mind behind that mask of mercy.

The Venerable Lord used to say that the Immortals of the Xianning Sect were hypocrites. Some people might have had reservations, but after witnessing the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe recently, everyone realized their Demon Lord wasn’t lying.

This Immortal was even more ruthless than the Demon Clan.

A compassionate mask and a scorpion’s heart.

The Ghost-Masked man sighed, silently motioning for someone to drag away a corpse. The succubus died sprawled out, like a broken puppet, a hideous sight.

When the Ghost-Masked man saw large patches of succubi fall, he and his subordinates were stunned, thinking some reinforcement had used a powerful ultimate move.

Who would have thought that when they turned back, they saw an Immortal figure like a deity.

The Immortal wore a jade mask, his posture tall and proud, like a strong pine rooted on a perilous rock. His silver robes were majestic and inviolable. He was clearly a formidable figure.

Someone in the crowd sighed, “It’s the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe of Xianning,” scaring everyone into thinking they would be attacked from both sides. Just as everyone grit their teeth, preparing to fight to the death, the silver-robed figure bypassed them, his robes fluttering as he landed in front of them—leaving his back to the people of the Palace of Decadence and Lust.

The crowd: ???

Leaving one’s back exposed to others is a very overbearing stance of protection. It either implies absolute trust or a level of power that makes one fearless.

No matter the situation, this protective gesture was enough to make all the Ghost-Masked people stop their thoughts of attacking the other party.

Especially when the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe immediately launched another fatal sweep against the succubi.

Everyone in the Palace of Decadence and Lust was dumbfounded.

The Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe he was truly helping them!

The succubi were also bewildered!

Who the hell is this! Why is someone from the Xianning Sect also helping the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua!

The leader, Wu Wanyi, was not fast enough to escape. She spat a mouthful of blood into her palm. She looked back in horror, confirming that the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe was indeed attacking the succubi.

As the leader, Wu Wanyi had to steel herself and negotiate with the other party.

She wanted to ask why the Saint-Scribe was opposing the succubus clan of the Hehuan Sect.

But…

The Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe refused to negotiate.

Wu Wanyi: “…”

Who can tell her why someone from Xianning would be in the Palace of Decadence and Lust?

And why would the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe even help the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua!

The succubi were tearful and utterly confused. They couldn’t leave, couldn’t escape, and when they tried to surrender, the Celestial Venerable killed them without hesitation.

With no other choice, Wu Wanyi became ruthless.

She suddenly stood still and raised her hand, commanding all the succubi to look at her.

“Everyone, since we cannot escape death anyway, we succubi will fight him to the death,” Wu Wanyi had a knack for persuasion. She pressed her chest and took a deep breath. “It is his Xianning Sect that is being unreasonable first. We don’t need to abide by the Treaty of the Three Realms anymore. All of you, as succubi, have lived like rats in the street all this time. Even when you like someone, your intentions are tainted. Isn’t it because his Xianning Sect wouldn’t take us in? If we hadn’t defected from the Xianning Sect back then, we wouldn’t have been reduced to this state.”

She was immediately met with a chorus of responses. Her subordinates screamed wildly, as if responding to her and cheering themselves on.

“Everyone, use our succubi’s trump card,” Wu Wanyi grit her teeth and raised her voice. “If anyone can bewitch the Saint-Scribe, I will give her my leader position!”

Although everyone would likely die here together.

This condition was still highly tempting.

The people below immediately erupted, rushing towards the Saint-Scribe one by one.

Wu Wanyi wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, coldly observing the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe, who remained unmoved.

A trusted subordinate approached her and asked if it was really feasible, as the Saint-Scribe didn’t look like a character who could be easily bewitched.

Wu Wanyi shook her head: “That’s not certain.”

Even many cultivators on the path of heartlessness in the world couldn’t resist the temptation of their succubi, let alone their succubi’s trump card.

Many women were ordinary minor demons or humans before becoming succubi. Only after being betrayed or experiencing immense emotional turmoil could they fall from the human or minor demon race to the demon race and become a succubus. When they become a succubus, many choose to use the truest part of themselves as their trump card.

It’s important to know that most succubi do not use genuine emotion when trying to bewitch others.

The trump card, however, is different. It carries the emotional knot that each succubus has been suppressing since becoming a demon.

When the trump card is used to bewitch others, it is equivalent to the succubus clan betting all their willpower.

Regardless of success or failure.

The trump card will be invalidated.

If successful, the emotional knot that the succubus has been suppressing will be destroyed, and she will no longer believe in any love or affection. If unsuccessful, the succubus, being a demon with a heavy obsession, will die and her karma will dissipate. The belief that sustained her transformation into a demon will also vanish.

The so-called succubus is just a love-fool resulting from promiscuity. Transformation into a demon only requires a belief, and death only requires surrendering the original emotional knot.

“In this world, there are countless emotions that are sought after but unobtainable, or deep affection that is short-lived. I do not believe that the Saint-Scribe has not experienced a single one of them,” Wu Wanyi said. “The colder the Immortal, the more obsession and fantasy lies in their heart.”

Why? Because many people need to sever their affections and desires when ascending.

Many even choose to kill their wives to prove their Dao.

But when they truly ascend to become Immortals, the guilt and self-reproach in their hearts will transform into heart demons, constantly suppressed deep within their Sea of Consciousness. As long as this emotion is buried, it will eventually ignite one day.

“Some members of our Hehuan Sect succubus clan were once the wives of certain Immortals, killed to prove the Dao and transformed into succubi, thereby joining us,” Wu Wanyi watched wave after wave of her subordinates rush towards the Saint-Scribe, a cold smile forming at the corner of her mouth. “Although I’ve never heard of the Saint-Scribe having a wife, he does have a daughter.”

For so many years, no one dared to ask why the Celestial Venerable suddenly had a daughter.

Today.

This answer will be revealed by their succubus clan.

“All the suffering and pain shall enter his eyes. Let us see what the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe’s most hidden heart demon is, and who he betrayed.”

Wu Wanyi’s move was truly malicious. She was gambling with the flesh, blood, and obsession of all the succubi in exchange for one answer from the Saint-Scribe.

She was betting that when the Saint-Scribe’s answer emerged, the other party would fall into a frenzy and a slump. At that time, she would counterattack and restrain him, then threaten his subordinates to unlock the restrictions of the Palace of Decadence and Lust.

The imagination was beautiful.

But…

Countless succubi used up their trump cards, but the Saint-Scribe remained completely unmoved.

He merely stood aloof, high and mighty like a deity. He held no sword, only gazing calmly at the bloody scene of carnage before him.

He didn’t even take action anymore.

He just looked at the human world with the same tranquility as a divine statue.

Look.

The woman who was hurt by a heartless man and transformed into a demon unleashed her trump card, trying to rush forward and use that heart-wrenching, bloody emotion to interfere with the Saint-Scribe’s mind. But it was a futile endeavor. After only a few steps, she was seized by her own heart demon and fell into a frenzy.

Another woman, who was killed by her own husband to prove his Dao, was murdered, and the act failed the first time. The man repeated the flaying dozens of times before succeeding. After her death, she became a vengeful spirit, and then transformed from a vengeful spirit into a succubus. Her husband indeed ascended, but she could never re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, only to become a succubus hated by everyone…

She attempted to use the injustice of her bloody, tearful decade or so to affect the Saint-Scribe, but she saw the other person merely lowering his gaze with tranquility.

The woman was stunned, staring blankly at the other person.

The Saint-Scribe wore a jade mask. The mask was cold, yet it gave her a feeling of compassion and pity.

The Saint-Scribe reached out his hand towards her like a God.

She heard the other person say… Child, stop holding onto this obsession, because it won’t punish him, it will only make you more miserable. It has been hard on you to carry this pain for so many years.

The sounds of killing were noisy around them, but the woman’s eyes were filled with tears at some point. She did not interfere with the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe. Instead, she was moved to tears by his few words and knelt down.

The other person’s appearance was like an Immortal King. He radiated a dignified, pure, divine light, majestic yet compassionate, enough to persuade people to let go of their emotional knots.

He said, Go. This Venerable One will take care of the heartless man for you. That person is unworthy of cultivating the path of heartlessness. The path of heartlessness was originally a shortcut to immortal methods, and it should not exist in this benevolent world. Anyone who uses the path of heartlessness to commit murder is unworthy of ascending to become an Immortal.

If he ascends, this Venerable One will make him fall from Immortality.

If he gains the Dao, this Venerable One will make him lose the Dao.

If he finds happiness, this Venerable One will abolish his cultivation.

Finally, having received this promise, the woman’s trump card dissipated, and her emotional knot was undone.

She said, Celestial Venerable, I can no longer re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. Please help me watch over him, to see him receive his just deserts and an unhappy end…

Because she transformed into a vengeful spirit before becoming a succubus, she could no longer re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

“The Immortal Family is benevolent, saving all sentient beings,” the hand that the Saint-Scribe stretched out towards her emitted a divine light, illuminating her tormented face, causing her demon form to recede and her to become an ordinary wandering soul.

The Saint-Scribe said: “Go and reincarnate. This Venerable One grants you a good family in your next life, three generations without worry or hardship.”

The wandering soul cried out in sorrow, kneeling to thank the Celestial Venerable.

Wu Wanyi: “…”

What the hell kind of melodrama is this, a scene of saving all sentient beings?

“You, go,” Wu Wanyi irritably pointed at a subordinate, telling her to attack the Saint-Scribe. She said, “I remember you were abandoned by your husband after you gave birth, right? He used your womb but abandoned you, even deliberately arranging for you to be killed to silence you…”

The subordinate was caught off guard by her leader revealing her trauma, and instantly couldn’t understand: “You…”

“Yes, it’s you,” Wu Wanyi said. “It’s not impossible that the Saint-Scribe has done this too. Otherwise, where did his daughter come from? Go and attack him. He will definitely be bewitched.”

On the other side, the Saint-Scribe, radiating divinity, had witnessed countless sorrows of love in just the time it took for half an incense stick to burn. He remained completely untouched. Instead, he had helped many succubi with deep obsessions find salvation.

Although the succubi’s physical bodies perished in various forms because of the salvation, their souls were sublimated and gained the chance to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation.

Before their souls departed, some wept bitterly, some knelt to thank him…

What a moving spectacle.

The succubus designated by Wu Wanyi had no choice but to expose her trauma and trump card to challenge the Saint-Scribe.

She was full of malice, transforming into a purple mist full of profound resentment and deep hatred, flying towards the Saint-Scribe…

“Celestial Venerable, have you ever betrayed anyone, killing your wife for the sake of your child…”

The Saint-Scribe was without sorrow or joy: “This Venerable One has no wife, has never married, and has never been moved by emotion.”

That succubus: ???

That’s not right. Then where did your daughter come from?

Did she pop out of a rock?

The Saint-Scribe waved his hand: “Next.”

The succubus: ???

No, this can’t be!

She was unwilling and went back to challenge the Saint-Scribe again: “Then where did your daughter come from?”

The Saint-Scribe answered calmly: “She was indeed born by this Venerable One, but without gestation, and without a physical embryo.”

The succubus: ???

Ah, so she really did pop out of nowhere?

Are Immortals this awesome now? Just conjuring a person out of thin air?

Perhaps it was an accident, but after the Saint-Scribe answered her, the jade mask on his face suddenly slipped for a moment, revealing his refined countenance.

His light gray eyes were incredibly gentle and compassionate, carrying the dignity of a deity from the Nine Heavens. Only those eyes… seemed somewhat feminine.

Could it be…

It is said that ancient gods are genderless, their minds serene, naturally forgetting emotions to achieve longevity.

So they can be without flaw or debt, responding naturally to all things.

Ah, this…

Before she was utterly annihilated, the succubus forcefully held on and returned to see Wu Wanyi. She spoke quickly upon meeting: “Clan Leader, stop now. We cannot defeat the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe.”

Wu Wanyi was baffled: “Why?”

He is an ancient god. He has lived for millions of years. He has no emotional experience or any of that nonsense. How could he be bewitched by these scattered love stories?

She finally understood—

The Saint-Scribe is here to save all sentient beings.

Wu Wanyi: “…”

Time passed, nobody knew for how long.

Everything returned to tranquility. Those who could be saved entered the cycle of reincarnation.

The obstinate ones died by the Saint-Scribe’s hand.

The accumulated resentment of the succubus clan dissipated, and the Demon Realm suddenly became much cleaner.

After days of saving souls, the Saint-Scribe remained pure and luminous. Not a speck of blood splattered on his robes.

In contrast, the entire succubus clan perished in various forms.

Because it was a salvation, the physical bodies had to be destroyed. So, in everyone’s eyes, the Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe had expressionlessly killed everyone.

The Ghost-Masked people dared not speak a word.

Including Qi Magu, everyone trembled upon seeing those gray eyes devoid of sorrow or joy.

Too terrifying!!!

Everyone lowered their heads, looking only at the ground, silently cleaning up the aftermath, uniformly taking the scattered corpses for disposal, and using spells to eliminate the bloody smell in the air and on the ground.

Qi Magu nervously returned to the Celestial Venerable: “Celestial Venerable… what do we do next?”

He was also confused. After witnessing the Celestial Venerable’s killing spree, his mind was a mess. He no longer remembered that he had come to rescue his eldest disciple.

His disciple, Ji Siyang, was still locked up in the water prison of the Palace of Decadence and Lust!

Since Qi Magu forgot, and the Saint-Scribe had no memory of it either, he thought for a moment and said to Qi Magu: “After the cleanup is complete, remove the restrictions of the Palace of Decadence and Lust.”

Qi Magu: “Good.”

With that, he immediately retracted all the divine powers he had set up.

Innumerable grand restrictions were all instantly lifted.

Fresh air finally surged into the Palace of Decadence and Lust, blowing away the absurdity of the past few days.

The smell of blood dissipated, and the Saint-Scribe used a spell to make the Palace of Decadence and Lust look brand new.

Just as it was when he first visited.

As he was about to leave the Palace of Decadence and Lust, Qi Magu bowed respectfully: “Celestial Venerable, after you—”

The Saint-Scribe placed one hand behind his back and stepped forward proudly…

Then, his head hit the restriction that Shi Zhihua had set up with a loud “bang.”

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