The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

Tong Siqing took out the old invitations, which were the invitation letters they had managed to get their hands on. At the time, everyone was rushing into the nightmare realm, so they hadn’t opened them to look.

Now that they had some free time, a few people opened them to take a look.

Just a single look stunned everyone.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

The invitations were completely genuine, bearing the names of the “newlyweds” directly: one Fu Luan, one Wei Luan.

Tong Siqing: “…”

It turned out the answer was delivered right to their doorstep from the start.

Shi Zhihua’s expression was a little off. She was puzzled by Siqing’s excessive good luck. From the beginning of asking people to later finding clues, all sorts of ready-made answers were practically being delivered into her arms, as if the heavens were afraid she wouldn’t notice.

It was as if the Dao of Heaven was relentlessly following her, presenting her with everything.

If it hadn’t been for her carelessness in not noticing, everyone probably wouldn’t have needed to work so hard and could have figured out the truth from the start.

“What kind of invitation writes the names of the emcees so clearly?” Qing Lin couldn’t bear to look anymore. She asked, “Doesn’t this look too much like a deliberately set trap?”

Because the emcee was none other than a person from Ze’an, and to prevent everyone from misunderstanding, a parenthesis was even added afterward: (Meridian Gate Bell).

Everyone: “…”

Fu Luan: “The two of them are truly causing trouble.”

Leaving aside the Phantom Mirror, even the Meridian Gate Bell, an Immortal Artifact, joined in the mischief. Instead of staying put in the perfectly fine Ze’an, it insisted on sneaking into Xinglin to play with the Phantom Mirror. And it wasn’t enough to just find it; it moved all the people of Xinglin and brought them to the Scarlet Sky Realm to harm the indigenous residents, turning a beautiful paradise on earth into the largest nightmare realm.

Shi Zhihua: “The person who tied the knot must untie it. To break the nightmare, it probably still requires you, Fu Luan.”

Fu Luan nodded: “This matter started because of me. I will do my utmost to break the nightmare.”

The group learned that the Meridian Gate Bell had not yet taken human form and was still running around in its original state, making it very easy to find. That night, the Xianning group and the Demon Realm group went into the Meridian Gate together. Everyone played hide-and-seek with the Meridian Gate Bell. Everyone chased, and the Meridian Gate Bell hid, but this silly bell couldn’t move easily.

Because the moment it moved, the bell would ring, attracting everyone to catch it even more.

However, when the bell rang, prison fire would randomly appear inside the Meridian Gate. One wrong step could lead to a fall.

Thus, a peculiar scene emerged within the nightmare realm.

The people of Xianning and the Demon Realm harmoniously held hands, forming teams of three to five people, led by someone with higher cultivation, with others following them to find the sound of the ringing bell.

Although a dozen people were chasing one object, several hours passed, and everyone was still empty-handed.

“This broken bell is really hard to catch,” Qing Lin cursed. “So many of us can’t catch it.”

Having no other choice, Shi Zhihua had to transmit a message to Fu Luan: “Since we can’t catch it, let’s trick it out.”

Fu Luan didn’t understand: “How to trick it?”

Tong Siqing joined the conversation. She reached out and patted Fu Luan’s shoulder: “How about we trouble Immortal Master Fu Luan to transform into the appearance of the Phantom Mirror? We’ll stage a scene and take the opportunity to catch the bell.”

Fu Luan: “…How should we do it?”

Just as she asked this question, she saw Tong Siqing and the Demon Lord suddenly fall silent. Both of them stared intently at her, causing an ominous feeling to immediately rise within her.

Fu Luan: “…”

It couldn’t be… seriously… that thing, could it?

Fu Luan was momentarily amused and helpless.

But then, she couldn’t laugh anymore.

Instantly, her face turned pale, and she turned and fled—

The Demon Lord and Tong Siqing said they were staging a scene, but their attacks were absolutely not half-hearted. They immediately unleashed their full cultivation, with palm winds roaring toward Fu Luan. If Fu Luan hadn’t run fast, the large crater that erupted on the ground would have been her fate.

She couldn’t beat the Demon Lord alone, let alone with Tong Siqing added in.

Fu Luan was breaking out in a cold sweat, caught between tears and laughter.

The Demon Lord was malicious and ruthless, deliberately using the most exaggerated and terrifying means to catch her, causing a commotion large enough to make the entire nightmare realm tremble.

All the disciples chasing the bell were dumbfounded.

—What is the Demon Lord doing?

Did they fail to negotiate, and now she’s suddenly going back on her word and trying to kill the people of Xianning?

But immediately after, the Xianning disciples realized something was wrong.

Because the Demon Lord and Immortal Saint Siqing were chasing their Immortal Master together, completely ignoring the few of them, clearly determined to kill Immortal Master Fu Luan.

How could the disciples stand by and watch! They immediately chased after them.

“Demon Lord! Why are you harming our Immortal Master?”

“How have we offended you!”

“You treacherous Demon Lord! Stop it now!!!!”

Shi Zhihua snorted, but her moves became even more ruthless, narrowly missing Fu Luan’s robes several times.

The Demon Lord went to chase the person, while Tong Siqing stayed behind, explaining loudly to the disciples, as if afraid someone wouldn’t hear: “Just now, the Venerable Lord discovered that the Phantom Mirror’s seal has been broken! The mirror not only escaped but also transformed into the appearance of Immortal Master Fu Luan! Now, Immortal Master Fu Luan’s life and death are unknown, so we must catch that fake Immortal Master to force her to reveal Fu Luan’s whereabouts!”

The disciples were startled.

What?

The seal is broken!!!

That was sealed by the combined efforts of everyone! If it can be broken, just how powerful is this Phantom Mirror!

If the opponent was that strong, and Immortal Master Fu Luan was caught by them, she would definitely be in danger!

The disciples had no time to think further. They quickly followed Tong Siqing, cheering her on.

Everyone who was originally chasing the bell stopped what they were doing and switched to chasing Fu Luan.

Qing Lin and Su Rong stopped, looking puzzled.

“Is no one chasing the bell with us anymore?”

“Forget it. Let’s go see what’s happening over there too.”

A huge crowd, white, black, and red clothes tangled together. The white-robed figure was fleeing in front, with everyone following her like a large tail.

The Scarlet Sky Realm Meridian Gate nightmare was neither too big nor too small. Everyone pushed their speed to the maximum, chasing in circles until they were just blurs.

The Meridian Gate nightmare was originally empty without other people, but after being tossed around by everyone like this, the dust on the ground was visibly thinner.

An incense stick’s time later, Fu Luan was close to exhaustion.

The Demon Lord and her companions were being completely serious, narrowly catching her several times, but their deliberate misses were very subtle. She had to use all her strength not to be caught.

Due to the extreme speed, Fu Luan couldn’t even clearly see the surrounding scenery. Her vision was blurry, and she almost fell from mid-air.

Just then, she heard a heartbreaking cry from the disciples behind her.

“Immortal Master, be careful—”

Be careful? Be careful of what?

Fu Luan was a bit dizzy. In her unstable stance, she felt the attack from behind closing in.

But there was no way to dodge. She closed her eyes, accepting her fate, and suddenly fell from mid-air…

Just before she hit the ground, she suddenly heard the disciples behind her discussing: “Wait, that’s not our Master. That’s the mirror transformed. Why are you making such a fuss?”

Fu Luan: “…”

The expected pain did not come. The moment she fell, a void door suddenly opened near the ground, allowing her to pass through it directly to another place.

The Demon Lord and the others floated in mid-air, quietly looking down at the scene.

A moment later, they landed.

Tong Siqing flipped her palm over, revealing the tracking talisman in her hand.

She had left it on Fu Luan just now when she patted her shoulder. As long as Fu Luan was taken away, they could definitely follow the tracking talisman to find where she went.

The Xianning disciples didn’t understand and remained rooted to the spot.

“Let’s go,” Shi Zhihua said. “Your Immortal Master is catching up with the Meridian Gate Bell now.”

Disciples: “Oh, oh, good.”

The Demon Lord, in her red robes, led her people away first.

The Xianning disciples exchanged glances and also quickly followed the Demon Lord: “Venerable Lord, wait for us!”

When Fu Luan woke up again, she found herself in a very strange place.

It was dazzlingly magnificent, and everything in sight was bright yellow. All the furnishings in the room were painted with five-clawed dragon patterns, and even the brocade quilt on the embroidered couch had five hidden dragon patterns.

Fu Luan supported her head and got up, puzzled—

Then she saw a string of delicate and exquisite small bells placed by her pillow.

Fu Luan: “…”

This, this… couldn’t be the Immortal Artifact Meridian Gate Bell, could it?

What is it trying to do, putting it so openly beside her?

Fu Luan dared not touch it. She could only move away slightly, yet she curiously examined it carefully.

There were five bells in total, each very exquisite, about half the size of a fist, strung together on a leather strap in the middle. The leather strap, made from the hide of some rare exotic beast, looked very hard and shapely. The strap was not long. It could wrap around an ankle, or, if tied with difficulty, it could be tied around a person’s neck.

But looking at the length, Fu Luan felt it looked more like a dog collar.

Suitable for leashing a majestic, fierce dog to guard a house.

Fu Luan: “…”

It was a little funny. What should she do?

No, this is an Immortal Artifact. For the sake of respect, she shouldn’t laugh.

Since Fu Luan couldn’t touch it herself anyway, she got up and checked the room. This was not the Xinglin Imperial Palace. It should be the Eastern Palace bedroom of that Prince Ze’an.

This Prince… which was her foolish disciple, was quite good at enjoying himself even in the mortal world. The room was filled with treasures and precious objects. He had practically plundered all the treasures of Ze’an.

Fu Luan couldn’t help but sigh.

Her disciple, even in Xianning, was notoriously foolishly generous. As a Senior Brother, he seemed to rarely value money. As soon as he got any, he would lavishly give it to the younger disciples to spend.

He himself never kept much. When he went out to travel, he only kept enough silver for lodging and meals, and he generously gave the rest to beggars on the roadside.

Seeing his generous spending, Fu Luan had always thought he regarded money as an external possession and therefore didn’t value it.

If she hadn’t known the inside story, Fu Luan could never have imagined that such a morally upright Xianning disciple had committed so many sins in the mortal world.

Fu Luan entered another room and saw collections of scrolls. There were so many scrolls here that they could fill the entire room.

She casually opened one, and they were all paintings of beautiful women offered by who knows who.

The paintings were even labeled with the women’s names, as if for the Prince to choose his concubines, for him to select from.

Fu Luan immediately became serious. That feeling of failing as a teacher once again lingered in her heart.

She remembered again that when she traveled with Cen Letian, because the disciple was handsome, valiant, and carried a distinguished air, he was admired by girls everywhere they went.

Several times, people even offered themselves in marriage, or wealthy magnates wanted to keep him to be their son-in-law.

Of course, Cen Letian refused every time without exception.

The disciples under her were all envious and even jokingly asked their Senior Brother why he didn’t accept.

Their Senior Brother, with a righteous face, answered everyone without looking away: “First, we are from the Path of Heartlessness sect, and we cannot harbor mortal desires. Second, even if we were not cultivating the Path of Heartlessness, we should not engage in such behavior. Our initial intention is to save all the people in the world, not to use our cultivated abilities to flirt with good people’s daughters.”

The Senior Brother’s words made all the disciples feel as if they had heard a divine voice, and their thoughts and aspirations became grander!

Fu Luan was very satisfied and nodded at the time, telling everyone to look up to Senior Brother Cen.

Now…

Fu Luan looked at the room full of paintings of beautiful women, speechless.

Prince Ze’an in the mortal world was greedy for wealth and lustful, while Cen Letian in Xianning was dutiful and self-restrained.

Prince Ze’an in the mortal world collected a roomful of paintings of beautiful women, and the room was filled with rare treasures. Cen Letian in Xianning would walk around to avoid women, and would either donate or scatter any money he had…

What was she, his Master, supposed to do?

Fu Luan’s trip to the Scarlet Sky Realm was truly “fruitful.” From the beginning, when she encountered the infatuated Phantom Mirror, she was caught off guard by the profound, unwavering love. She thought that after sealing the mirror, she could have some peace for a while, but then, her pride and joy of a disciple revealed his true colors.

Fu Luan felt incredibly weary. Facing the room full of beautiful women’s paintings, she apologized to them on behalf of her disciple.

What should she do?

How could she face this disciple of hers in the future?

Should she expel him from the sect?

If she expelled him, he had done good deeds and accumulated virtue, never doing a single wrong thing while being a Xianning disciple. If she kept him, it would be unfair to the innocent women he had harmed.

Fu Luan leaned against the door, bending over to catch her breath. The blood in her body felt sluggish.

It was extremely uncomfortable, and she was torn.

No one understood how painful it was for her, the Immortal Master of the Path of Heartlessness sect, every time she heard that a disciple had broken their dao heart, but she could never stop it.

The Path of Heartlessness was originally a shortcut to cultivation. Cultivation levels rose quickly, but it also had major drawbacks.

The disciples could not experience emotions like normal people. If they were unlucky enough to fall in love at first sight with someone, a single moment of emotional stirring would break their dao heart.

It didn’t even relate to their actions…

The most absurd thing was that some disciples, when brushing past a woman, accidentally glanced at her one too many times, had a forbidden dream that night, and broke their Path of Heartlessness dao heart the next day.

Fu Luan didn’t know whether to blame him or what.

Firstly, the disciple hadn’t done anything, and breaking his dao heart was not his intention. Secondly, the dao heart was fragile, and humans are not saints. It was normal to have feelings.

In short, every now and then, a disciple would break their dao heart. Fu Luan could only maintain her composure and keep them on, then use the excuse of traveling the world to teach them Immortal techniques, consolidating or reshaping their dao hearts.

It was like this every year. This problem seemed to be solved, barely keeping up appearances in front of Celestial Venerable Saint-Scribe.

But.

But…

The matter of Cen Letian today completely crushed the omnipotent Immortal Master Fu Luan. Her detachment and calmness finally shattered.

She was incredibly sad.

Her extreme emotions were showing, and she could only lean against the door to regain her composure.

She thought that after returning to Xianning from the Scarlet Sky Realm, she would no longer be the Immortal Master. From then on, she would resign from the position of Immortal Master of the Path of Heartlessness sect, shed all her responsibilities, and travel the world, free and unburdened.

If any disciples wished to continue following her, she would take them.

If not, they would meet again if fate allowed.

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