The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

“Father-Venerable.”

After the Sage-Scribe dismissed the crowd, Tong Siqing followed him back to the Father Cloud Peak.

Although her Father-Venerable showed no emotion, Tong Siqing vaguely sensed that he was quite downhearted.

Of course. She had committed such an indecent act and allowed it to become public knowledge among the various sects.

No father would be pleased.

Tong Siqing didn’t dare say another word, quietly following the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable until only the two of them remained.

The Sage-Scribe stood with his back to her, his ink-black hair neatly bound at the back of his head. His stiff silver robe had a cold, metallic sheen, like an ancient artifact enshrined high up untouched by dust and impersonal.

Tong Siqing was long used to this.

For thousands of years, her Father-Venerable had been like this, wearing a cold, hard jade mask. All emotions were hidden beneath it. Even she had never witnessed any intense emotion from him. It seemed that in this position, all humanity was stripped away, leaving only divinity.

Their relationship was not like that of an ordinary father and daughter, but rather like that of distant and aloof master and disciple.

Just like when her Father-Venerable once asked her—why she always showed a clingy and relaxed side in front of others.

Tong Siqing was indeed quite clingy in private, loving to follow her Senior Brothers and Sisters everywhere. At the time, Tong Siqing hadn’t understood the implication of the question and thought her Father-Venerable was chastising her for poor conduct, which made her quickly admit her fault in fear.

But her Father-Venerable only sighed and shook his head.

Later, Tong Siqing heard the true meaning from the Third Immortal Sage—her Father-Venerable had genuinely wanted to talk to her more often.

At the moment, the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable was still the superior, righteous Immortal. Tong Siqing still couldn’t let down her guard and have a good heart-to-heart with him.

When alone with him, she only felt awkward.

There was truly nothing to say.

Just as Tong Siqing’s awkwardness reached its peak, the Sage-Scribe suddenly spoke. He lowered his voice, stating faintly: “Our Xianning Sect is the highest righteous sect in the world. Some things must be done for show, for the other sects.”

Tong Siqing was stunned. What did this mean?

For others to see?

It wouldn’t be strange coming from anyone else, but… this was her Father-Venerable, the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable! How could he say such a thing?

Seeing Tong Siqing’s shocked gaze, the Sage-Scribe sighed to himself: “I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Immortal Realm and also your father. As a superior, some things must be done, but as a father, I do not wish for you to enter into a contract of marriage so rashly.”

Tong Siqing lowered her eyes, expressing understanding.

If she didn’t want to be faithless, she had to propose the marriage. The promise had been made, and it could not be retracted under any circumstances.

But at the same time, their identities and standpoints were completely different. Even putting that aside, there was no love between her and Shi Zhihua. A marriage without love would be torment for both of them.

This matter had no solution; Tong Siqing was helpless.

The Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable did not say anything else. He just waved his hand, signaling that Tong Siqing could leave.

Tong Siqing did not linger. She saluted and retreated.

After she left, the Sage-Scribe awkwardly turned around. In the empty great hall, he stared in the direction of the door for a long time.

When Tong Siqing returned to her residence, the guard disciple informed her that the Third Immortal Sage had come to visit with a gift.

What gift?

Tong Siqing was perplexed. It wasn’t until she met him and dismissed her subordinates that she saw the gift.

A brilliant red wedding dress, supreme in both style and craftsmanship.

Tong Siqing: “…”

The Third Immortal Sage was well past the age of seventy when he achieved immortality, so his appearance remained that of a white-bearded old man. The sight of such a white-bearded old man holding an enormous wedding dress was extremely visually impactful.

The Third Immortal Sage’s face was full of smiles: “This wedding dress was personally drawn and sewn by your Father-Venerable. Every stitch was done by his own hands.”

Tong Siqing was truly startled. She asked, “When did this happen?”

The Third Immortal Sage explained concisely: “He started sewing it the day you were born. It’s been kept for so many years, and today, he asked me to bring it to you.”

Tong Siqing was too shocked to speak. She could only accept the garment, then asked with some uncertainty, “Then the one you gave me before…”

The Third Immortal Sage stroked his beard: “Do I look like an old man who sews clothes?”

Tong Siqing: “…”

Did her Father-Venerable look like it?

She would rather believe that the Third Immortal Sage stitched it than believe her cold Father-Venerable personally sewed it!!!

That was too terrifying!

Tong Siqing imagined her Father-Venerable lighting a lamp to embroider and immediately felt unwell.

Awkward goosebumps broke out layer after layer.

The Third Immortal Sage offered a cup of tea: “Don’t be too moved. Drink some tea to calm down.”

Tong Siqing, her soul seemingly flown away, woodenly accepted the tea and drank it in one gulp.

The elderly Third Immortal Sage’s incessant rambling began. Tong Siqing waited and waited. Even when she became overwhelmingly sleepy, the other person showed no sign of quieting down.

Finally, she couldn’t hold on any longer and suddenly slumped over, asleep.

Before losing consciousness, she hadn’t yet figured out why she was so sleepy today.

When the Immortal Envoys set off for the Demon Realm with countless rare treasures, the world was stunned.

Many people gathered to watch, including Qing Lin.

Seeing the Immortal Envoys ready with the betrothal gifts and departing, Qing Lin felt like she had gone through a lightning tribulation and was fried inside and out.

Their action was too fast.

Those people were seriously considering forcibly marrying their Demon Lord.

Forcibly marry…

Seize.

Using force!

Qing Lin was numb. She thought she probably couldn’t tell the complete truth when she returned. One word out of place, and she’d lose her life.

This marriage contract was absolutely impossible.

Because no Demon Race person would willingly live in the Immortal Realm.

Despite it being the Immortal Realm, this was actually the place with the most restrictive and severe rules. Clothes had to be simple and plain, demeanor had to be refined and proper. The rules were so overwhelming they could drive a person to death. Once any law was violated, punishment would follow.

For the Demon Race, who were naturally free-spirited and unrestrained, coming here was no different from being imprisoned. Moreover, that was their Demon Lord. How could she humble herself and marry over? If she truly married here, wouldn’t she be infuriated to death by all these constraints?

Qing Lin felt a headache coming on just thinking about it.

Even more headache-inducing was the Sage-Scribe Heavenly Venerable.

The Sage-Scribe was a domineering autocrat. With one sentence, and without even caring whether the other party agreed or not, the marriage was decided.

The bizarre thing was that the Immortal Envoys bringing the proposal set off shortly after!

They were more efficient than she, the spy!

She couldn’t wait any longer. Seeing the situation about to completely derail, Qing Lin quickly rushed back to the Demon Realm to relay the information.

Fortunately, the procession coming to propose marriage was grand, allowing her to rush back faster.

The moment she saw the Demon Lord, Qing Lin “plopped” down on her knees.

Shi Zhihua lifted her eyelids and asked, “What happened to make you so flustered?”

Qing Lin carefully chose her words and replied: “Tong Siqing intends to become Dao Companions with you.”

Shi Zhihua naturally knew this; the other person had said as much when she left. She just hadn’t expected the girl to actually keep her word and prepare for it.

The corner of Shi Zhihua’s mouth curled into a mocking smile: “She wasn’t lying, then.”

After saying that, Shi Zhihua suddenly realized something and asked: “How do you know this private thought? Did you use soul-searching magic?”

Qing Lin couldn’t defeat Tong Siqing; how could she possibly perform a spell like soul-searching?

Shi Zhihua suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, in the next second, Qing Lin spoke with difficulty: “She requested it to the Sage-Scribe in public. Everyone heard it.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

The Demon Lord’s Palace suddenly fell silent. The snake coiled on the sovereign’s throne was stunned into beady-eyed silence, no longer flicking its tongue.

Shi Zhihua tentatively asked again: “What was the result? Was she punished by the Sage-Scribe?”

Qing Lin kept her head lowered, as if she were already dead: “The Sage-Scribe agreed, and he dispatched a huge crowd of Immortal Envoys carrying betrothal gifts. They are already on their way… they might be here very soon.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Excellent. I feel thoroughly humiliated.

A fierce wind suddenly arose in the great hall. The golden snake fearfully burrowed into the Demon Lord’s sleeve. The roaring wind swirled within the hall, indicating the Master’s mood had reached its nadir.

Qing Lin could only continue to play dead.

“What a righteous gentleman, what a Sage-Scribe,” Shi Zhihua laughed sarcastically. She asked again, “Are all the other sects dead? How could they calmly watch the Sage-Scribe go mad?”

Qing Lin swallowed: “The Sage-Scribe said that since the betrothal gifts have been sent, if you refuse, the Immortal Realm will take you by force.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Truly unheard of. When the Sage-Scribe goes crazy, he is innovative and unique.

After a long while, when Qing Lin’s legs were almost numb from kneeling, the Demon Lord Shi Zhihua finally softened her tone and said: “You’ve suffered enough. Go rest. Let Su Rong (素容) meet with this group of Immortal Realm hypocrites on my behalf.”

Qing Lin: “Understood.”

Everyone knew the Demon Lord had two trusted confidantes, Qing Lin of the South and Su Rong of the North. Both were adopted and raised by the Demon Lord from childhood. Qing Lin was found in the southernmost part of the Demon Realm, while Su Rong was brought back from the northern land bordering the Immortal Realm.

Later, Su Rong was assigned by the Demon Lord to be a spy in the Immortal Realm, providing them with much useful information.

When it came to fooling those small-minded people in the Immortal Realm, Su Rong was the expert.

Shi Zhihua thought she could rest easy and wait for the news, but before her heart could settle, she saw Su Rong return with a defeated expression.

Shi Zhihua: “What is the situation?”

Su Rong knelt: “Master, your subordinate was incompetent. I couldn’t handle it properly for a moment and messed things up.”

Shi Zhihua: ???

What did ‘messed up’ mean?

“That Tong Siqing was too infuriating! She actually wore a green wedding attire to see you, repeatedly saying she was taking you back, but how could I agree to that under the circumstances!” Su Rong looked furious. “A green dress for a marriage proposal is the treatment for taking a concubine in the mortal world! You are the dignified Demon Lord! How dare she insult you like that!”

Shi Zhihua, with the golden snake coiled around her fingertip, was nonchalant: “So you refused?”

“I struck out, intending to teach her a lesson, but she neither blocked nor evaded, taking the blow head-on. She must have been injured already, so I severely wounded her instantly.” Su Rong bowed again. “Your subordinate handled the matter poorly. Please punish me, Master.”

Shi Zhihua: “Why would she have been injured?”

Su Rong: “Your subordinate does not know.”

Perhaps that immortal old man, the Sage-Scribe, had already punished her?

Shi Zhihua’s heart suddenly felt a different emotion, an indescribable feeling, perhaps a touch of heartache.

She frowned and waved her hand: “Enough. Retire.”

Su Rong did not leave immediately. She asked again: “Master, during this trip, your subordinate encountered my Junior Sister, whom I have not seen for many years. My Junior Sister was terribly tormented by the people of the Immortal Realm. Your subordinate felt distressed and took the liberty of bringing her back to the Demon Realm.”

“Just one more person. You don’t need to report every minor matter like this,” Shi Zhihua said. “Just assign her a random chore in the Demon Palace.”

Su Rong lowered her head respectfully: “Understood.”

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