The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 47

Chapter 47

“Beloved.”

The Phantom Mirror realized this belatedly.

She called Fu Luan her beloved, and Fu Luan… did not refute her.

A great white light illuminated the front. Wei Luan looked at the person with difficulty.

Fu Luan had changed back into her white robes, which fluttered gently. Her gaze was serene and indifferent, fixed forward, not looking at Wei Luan or the seal that bound her. Her gaze was empty and distant, as if looking beyond this plane at the common people of the world.

Wei Luan was unsure whether the other party had tacitly agreed or simply disdained to refute the word “beloved.”

She seemed indifferent to everything, just like the night Wei Luan held her and left the mirror’s surface. She hadn’t cried or grieved, only lowered her head silently, arranging her clothes without a word.

She never knew how to care for herself.

Wei Luan felt desolate, recalling the past years when, having occupied her mortal body, she was confined to the Imperial City like a bound spirit. Unable to escape Xinglin, she couldn’t go to see the other person.

In those days, her consciousness was intermittent. Occasionally, she could only glimpse Fu Luan’s life in the Xianning Sect through the mirror’s surface, whether it was when her cultivation grew substantially or when she encountered a formidable enemy and was injured.

Every time Fu Luan was injured, Wei Luan would share the pain, a deep, piercing agony…

The deeper the pain, the stronger the connection between the two sides. At such times, Wei Luan couldn’t help but seize the opportunity to look at her through the mirror.

She saw Fu Luan’s white robes stained with blood, holding a sword to shield a group of younger disciples.

Her back to the common people, her sword pointed at the demons and fiends.

She feigned a powerful, nonchalant demeanor to reassure everyone, but no one knew that their Immortal Master Fu Luan was in so much pain that she was nearly unconscious.

But Wei Luan knew!

Wei Luan was agonizingly distressed. She wanted to tell her to stop enduring, that those people weren’t worth it. Since you’re in pain, why don’t you say so? Don’t they know how to care for you?

Later…

After seeing such scenes too often, Wei Luan became silent.

She could only immerse herself in cultivation, increasing her power. Then, whenever Fu Luan was injured, she would silently transfer the injuries to herself.

In fact… the spot a few inches above Fu Luan’s heart had suffered a fatal blow.

Wei Luan had questioned her that day, saying: “You almost died, do you know that? Why don’t you care for yourself?”

That sentence wasn’t entirely true.

Wei Luan had lied to her.

It wasn’t almost; it was a direct hit to the vital spot. Wei Luan had desperately transformed and used the mirror body to block the blow for her. The scar she bore wasn’t left by the enemy; the fatal wound inflicted by the formidable enemy was actually on Wei Luan’s heart.

The scar above Fu Luan’s heart was left accidentally when the mirror body shattered.

…The seal deepened by another layer, about to finalize.

Wei Luan couldn’t even prop herself up and could only look up at Fu Luan.

A long, slender sword rested across Fu Luan’s neck. Her gaze was resolute and fearless, almost completely ignoring the sword, showing no belief that Tong Siqing would strike.

Wei Luan silently mouthed to her: “Take care… in the future.”

Wei Luan wasn’t sure if she could still block injuries for her after being sealed.

Wei Luan didn’t wait for the other party to say another word, and she no longer had the heart to struggle—she was afraid that if Tong Siqing was provoked to violence, she might genuinely hurt Fu Luan.

Fu Luan was her weakness. With her weakness threatened, she could only stand by helplessly.

“Ah ah ah—”

In the final step of the sealing, Wei Luan’s head throbbed violently, as if someone was splitting her skull with an axe and then hammering it hard against the ground. She clutched her head in excruciating pain, screaming hysterically.

Everyone was silent.

Especially the disciples of the Xianning Sect, who all looked accustomed to the sight. Every time they suppressed a wicked creature that was causing trouble, the creatures would always display expressions of immense suffering in their final moments—some screamed, some personally took off their own heads, some laughed maniacally…

Very normal, truly normal…

It was just that the Phantom Mirror was wearing their Immortal Master’s face, which was truly too…

Everyone was at a loss for words.

Just then, Immortal Master Fu Luan suddenly asked everyone lightly: “Why is she in such agony?”

Cen Letian replied: “Master, have you forgotten? Every wicked creature becomes so hysterical when sealed.”

Fu Luan watched quietly: “But this seal is clearly very gentle. It shouldn’t be inflicting such pain on her.”

The Xianning disciples: “…”

What is wrong with the Immortal Master? The seal only looked gentle. Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe designed it this way only to make the spell consistent with Xianning’s main aesthetic. In reality, the execution was extremely ruthless, and it was very difficult for wicked creatures to escape.

In the past, when sealing wicked creatures, Immortal Master Fu Luan had never raised such a question. Everyone thought she was long used to it. If any disciple had asked, they would have been considered inexperienced.

Why would the Immortal Master be confused by such an obvious answer?

Cen Letian was afraid she would waver and quickly pulled her sleeve, pleading: “Master, this is a distraction created by the wicked creature to make you soft-hearted. Please don’t…”

Mid-sentence, blood suddenly flowed from Fu Luan’s mouth, staining the collar of her robe beneath her jaw.

Everyone was immediately terrified.

Cen Letian’s voice changed pitch: “Master!!!”

Fu Luan waved her hand: “I’m fine. Everyone, concentrate your focus and finish sealing the Phantom Mirror first.”

She was so heartless.

The disciples didn’t understand what was happening and could only obey, continuing the sealing.

The Phantom Mirror on the ground seemed to have gone silent, hunching its spine listlessly. Its fingers dug deep into the ground, its fingernails nearly splitting from excessive force.

Fu Luan’s fingertips, which were forming the seal, felt a sharp pain, and blood began to seep from the gaps between her fingers.

Everyone had forgotten that the Phantom Mirror was currently occupying Fu Luan’s Immortal body.

The Phantom Mirror itself had also forgotten.

She had forgotten that she always silently transferred the other party’s pain. When her ability was insufficient, she would transfer some fatal injuries, like trading a life for a life, such as the fatal wound on Fu Luan’s heart.

Later, as her cultivation increased, she would even take on all major and minor injuries, not allowing any wound to remain on the other person’s body.

During the day, when she was conscious, she was heavily beaten by the Demon Lord and the others. At that time, she remembered she was using Fu Luan’s body, so she desperately used her internal power to shield the body, preventing any marks from being left and preventing the other person from noticing any anomaly.

But now—

She felt like she was on the verge of death and couldn’t spare the focus to keep up appearances.

So, the agony in her body was also transferred to Fu Luan. Her physique instinctively wanted to protect, but ultimately failed.

Wei Luan couldn’t utter a complete sentence. While crying in agony, she reverted to her original form.

The dust settled.

Tong Siqing closed her sword into its sheath, her head spinning slightly.

Shi Zhihua quickly supported her from behind: “Siqing.”

“I saw her eyes,” Tong Siqing murmured. “Then, just like last night, I suddenly lost control again.”

“Perhaps you were influenced by some enchantment,” Shi Zhihua supported her to sit down on the side. “Rest for a while and see if you feel better.”

Tong Siqing covered her eyes: “Okay.”

A magnificent and beautiful mirror appeared before everyone, the very one Fu Luan had brought back to Xinglin.

However, the mirror didn’t reflect people’s images. Instead, the gaze could pass through the surface and see the world within the mirror.

Everyone looked closely and saw a figure like a banished immortal lying across the mirror world. White hair spread all over the air, and a simple white robe flowed gently like water.

The person floated quietly in the air, utterly tranquil, as if asleep.

Everyone flocked over, staring for a long time. Suddenly, everyone realized a problem—

Why hadn’t the mirror fiend changed back to black hair?

Could its true form also have white hair?

Fu Luan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and spoke indifferently: “Because she used my Immortal body.”

The Xianning people: !!!

Oh no! What is going on!

“The body I have now is my former mortal body, the one Wei Luan occupied,” Fu Luan said. “Well, these are all inconsequential minor matters.”

In any case, it was her body, so there shouldn’t be much difference.

Having cultivated the path of heartlessness, her cultivation would transfer along with her soul, so her cultivation was unaffected now. Thus, she didn’t need to worry so much.

Only then did everyone relax.

Cen Letian stepped forward with concern: “Master, what happened to your fingers? Let this disciple bandage them for you.”

Fu Luan seemed a little tired. She said: “I am somewhat fatigued. We will discuss other matters after I return and bathe. These minor injuries are nothing to worry about.”

Cen Letian stepped back: “Okay.”

Fu Luan walked away with her hands clasped behind her back, as if nothing was amiss.

Cen Letian frowned, muttering to himself: “Why does Master seem a bit off today?”

Other Xianning disciples: “Master’s Immortal body was occupied by that broken mirror and then had to be sealed along with the mirror body. Of course she isn’t happy.”

Cen Letian: “That’s true…”

He still felt somewhat uneasy. After a moment, he let out a sigh and said: “Let’s go and retrieve the mirror first. We’ll decide what to do later, after Master has rested.”

Everyone nodded, intending to move the mirror together.

And then—

Everyone turned around and saw that the mirror was long gone.

The disciples: ???

Where is our huge mirror?

Everyone was dumbfounded.

They searched everywhere but couldn’t even find half a shard of the mirror.

Not far away, the Demon Lord was sitting on the side, pressing acupuncture points for Immortal Saint Siqing to relieve her headache.

Counting the people present again, they noticed that the Demon Lord’s two subordinates were missing.

Could those two have stolen the mirror?

The Demon Lord!

Cen Letian angrily stepped forward: “Venerable Lord, have you seen the Phantom Mirror?”

Shi Zhihua lazily stopped what she was doing and looked up: “What?”

“The Phantom Mirror just now,” Cen Letian asked with apparent respect, though he was gritting his teeth. “The Phantom Mirror is gone.”

Shi Zhihua was expressionless, letting Tong Siqing rest her head on her: “If it’s gone, go find it. Why ask this Venerable One? Can’t you see I’m helping your Immortal Saint with a head massage?”

Cen Letian: “…”

What to do? The Demon Lord is so shameless. He couldn’t bring himself to ask any further.

Another young disciple stepped forward to question the Demon Lord: “Venerable Lord, where are your two subordinates?”

Shi Zhihua: “Oh? Right, where are they?”

Everyone followed the Demon Lord’s gaze as she scanned the scene again, finding no sign of the two people.

Everyone: “…”

Is she playing dumb?

“Perfect. While you are looking for the mirror, help this Venerable One find those two subordinates as well,” Shi Zhihua said. “Saves me the trouble of having to call them.”

Everyone: “…”

So angry! But what to do without evidence!

Later, Tong Siqing stepped in to ease the tension.

She opened her eyes, turned her head, and asked everyone: “So, you are suspecting the Demon Lord stole the mirror?”

The disciples didn’t dare to state it directly, first because they feared the Demon Lord, and second because they had no evidence.

“If the Venerable Lord wants something, does she need to steal it? Even if she openly took it, you all wouldn’t be able to defeat her, would you?” Tong Siqing closed her eyes again, comfortably and openly accepting the Demon Lord’s massage technique. She said: “You all came to the Scarlet Sky Realm to quell the nightmare realm, not to snatch an Immortal artifact. Sacrificing lives for that wouldn’t be worth it. The Xianning Sect cultivates you all to bring peace to the world and uphold justice, not to pursue fame and fortune and seize Immortal artifacts.”

Everyone felt enlightened by these words!

That’s right! They were here to resolve the Scarlet Sky Realm’s nightmare, not specifically to snatch an Immortal artifact!

Failing to bring back the Immortal artifact wouldn’t incur the Celestial Venerables’ blame, as it wasn’t their primary mission. But if they failed to dispel the nightmare… they would inevitably be punished.

Tong Siqing: “Everyone, rest for a while. Tonight, when you go to break the nightmare array, if you need anything, you can come find this Saint.”

Everyone immediately expressed their gratitude: “Thank you, Immortal Saint and Venerable Lord!”

Tong Siqing’s tone was cheerful: “Hurry and go rest!”

The disciples were happy: “Yes!!!”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

These idiots.

However, she noticed that Tong Siqing had just referred to herself as “this Immortal Saint”. This was the first time Shi Zhihua had ever heard Tong Siqing speak this way.

In Tong Siqing’s eyes, everyone in the world seemed to be on equal footing. She had never used status or position to assert authority, nor would she use it to suppress others.

Shi Zhihua had thought she had no such concepts at all.

Who would have thought that today, she would display the demeanor of a superior to these disciples?

Previously, she blended in with the disciples, treating everyone as equals. Her self-address hadn’t changed at all, making her seem just like a peer in the Xianning Sect.

Shi Zhihua chuckled softly: “Siqing, you’ve learned bad habits.”

Tong Siqing was puzzled: “How so?”

Shi Zhihua was helpless: “Just now, I was too lazy to argue and conflict further, so I told Qing Lin and Su Rong to take the mirror. Who knew these disciples would actually dare to confront me openly?”

Tong Siqing closed her eyes: “Yes, I didn’t expect them to actually come.”

Shi Zhihua: “So, if this Venerable One makes things difficult for these Xianning disciples, whose side would you take?”

“The Venerable Lord wouldn’t do that,” Tong Siqing said. “The Venerable Lord must have considered this problem beforehand, otherwise she wouldn’t have secretly told Qing Lin and the other to move the mirror. Since the Venerable Lord doesn’t want to put me in a difficult position, why ask this?”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Oh, she’s getting smart.

Tong Siqing paused, then added: “However, since the Venerable Lord asked, I should answer.”

Shi Zhihua: “Mm, go ahead. I won’t be angry.”

“The mirror was something we came to retrieve. Xianning’s main mission is only to quell the nightmare realm. So, apart from differing stances, there is almost no conflict between our two sides,” Tong Siqing said. “But when they encountered the mirror halfway, they developed the desire to claim it, which is wrong. Furthermore, in the struggle for Immortal artifacts, the powerful prevail. Whoever is stronger gets it, without consideration for sentiment.”

Shi Zhihua’s lips curved slightly, noting that Tong Siqing’s mentality had unknowingly shifted toward the Demon Realm’s side.

“The Scarlet Sky Realm’s nightmare hasn’t been broken yet. If the Venerable Lord truly feels uneasy, we can help them quell the nightmare,” Tong Siqing, in turn, comforted Shi Zhihua. “This would also repay their favor.”

Shi Zhihua nodded.

Then, she thought, I won’t feel uneasy at all.

The one who feels uneasy is probably Tong Siqing herself.

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