The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 53.1

Chapter 53.1

After being rescued by the golden snake, which was transformed from a golden hairpin, Tong Siqing finally understood.

No wonder Shi Zhihua always made her wear that golden hairpin recently and forbade her from taking it off in private.

Tong Siqing stepped forward, knelt down, and reached out to heal the golden snake, which was suffering greatly on the ground.

As the gentle healing technique passed through her palm to the golden snake, the pain immediately ceased. The snake meekly transformed into a golden hairpin and stopped moving.

Tong Siqing was startled.

Is it… dead?

No, that’s not right. She clearly sensed that the golden snake still had vitality just now. Why did it turn into this?

Tong Siqing helplessly looked back to the Demon Lord for help.

Shi Zhihua: “Don’t worry. If nothing else, it should be playing dead.”

The golden hairpin on the ground moved slightly, indicating that it was still alive and not intentionally playing dead.

Shi Zhihua stepped forward and picked up the hairpin. The moment it touched her fingers, the serpentine golden hairpin timidly transformed into a small golden snake, and with a whoosh, it slithered up her wrist and hid inside her sleeve.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Forget it. Considering it just saved Tong Siqing, she wouldn’t bother with this coward.

Qing Lin and Su Rong, who witnessed the whole thing, were also very shocked.

That golden snake was the Demon Lord’s top demon beast. The Venerable One usually couldn’t bear to let it venture out into danger. The golden snake had accompanied the Venerable One for many years, and its main task was usually to coil around the Venerable One’s hand as a plaything. When the Venerable One was in a good mood, the little snake would even be present during court meetings.

Once, when an external invasion occurred in the place most suitable for the golden snake to become a demon and eliminate foreign enemies, a subordinate guarding the border requested the Demon Lord to send the golden snake to help. Even then, the Venerable One was reluctant to send her golden snake away.

But now…

The golden snake, which had such good treatment, was actually used by the Venerable One to protect Tong Siqing?

Qing Lin and Su Rong exchanged glances, realizing once again how much the Venerable One liked Tong Siqing, so much that she didn’t even care about the golden snake’s safety.

Shi Zhihua was naturally distressed too. When she felt the coolness on her wrist, she wished she could go and tear apart that annoying bell to vent her anger.

But the frustrating part was that she had forgotten she couldn’t strike at members of the Royal Family, which led to a very awkward situation.

She simply couldn’t snatch the bell away.

And Fuluo and the disciples of Xianning would side with their Senior Brother. How could they possibly snatch the item?

Shi Zhihua instantly felt frustrated.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t defeat him; it was that she couldn’t fight him, which was truly infuriating.

Cen Letian probably also sensed Shi Zhihua’s predicament, so he proactively sought peace: “How about this? If the Venerable One leaves this place immediately, I’ll pretend nothing happened and won’t harm you or your subordinates. How does that sound?”

Shi Zhihua was contemplating, and being interrupted by him made her rather impatient: “Pretend nothing happened? Are you planning to murder witnesses or deceive Heaven? How are you going to explain this to your Master?”

Cen Letian thought for a moment: “I can resolve the Nightmare Realm matter, but I need my Master to stay behind. As for the other Xianning disciples, I’ll trouble Siqing Immortal Saint to take them back.”

The Xianning disciples were shocked: “Senior Brother, why isn’t Fuluo Immortal Master returning with us?”

“Because I haven’t apologized to Master yet.” Cen Letian looked at the disciples he had cared for over the years, his heart filled with reluctance. “Everyone, just pretend you don’t have me as a Senior Brother. If the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable asks, just say I died in the Nightmare Realm. As for Fuluo Immortal Master… just say that the Immortal Master has gone traveling far and wide and will return after a while.”

The disciples clamored: “But…”

“There are no ‘buts.’ Just do as I say.”

Cen Letian held the bell in his hand, his eyes filled with complex emotions. As soon as he finished speaking, he forcibly sent his junior brothers out of the Mustard Seed World.

Only the Demon Lord and her group remained.

Tong Siqing looked around and noticed that Su Rong had also disappeared with the crowd at some point.

Sensing something, she deliberately asked Shi Zhihua: “Zhihua, I feel like things are about to go bad.”

Shi Zhihua fully agreed. She said, “It looks like he’s planning to murder witnesses.”

Qing Lin angrily said: “Cen Letian, you are so bold! Do you think that even if we can’t touch you, we can’t defeat you? The Demon Lord of the Demon Realm and the Immortal Saint of Xianning are here. How dare you attempt to murder witnesses?”

“Murdering witnesses is unlikely.” Cen Letian’s expression darkened. “Firstly, I truly don’t have the ability, and secondly… If Siqing Immortal Saint dies by my hand, the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable will surely know. I would be hunted down to the ends of the earth, and my later life wouldn’t be very pleasant.”

Tong Siqing asked him, “Then what are you going to do?”

Cen Letian shook the Meridian Gate Bell in his hand: “Siqing Immortal Saint, have you forgotten? You are currently inside the Mustard Seed World created by the Meridian Gate Bell. I don’t need to actually kill you. As long as I seal this place, you will be unable to live or die. When someone comes looking for you in the future, they certainly won’t be able to find you.”

Having said that, Cen Letian apologized courteously to Tong Siqing: “My apologies, Immortal Saint. For my safety, you must also be left behind.”

Tong Siqing nodded: “Alright.”

Her prompt agreement somewhat confused Cen Letian. He froze, unsure how to respond.

At this point, Shi Zhihua corrected her helplessly: “What do you mean, ‘alright’? Don’t say ‘alright.'”

Tong Siqing: “But we really can’t get out.”

“The Mustard Seed World hasn’t been sealed yet,” Shi Zhihua said. “Although I can’t snatch the immortal artifact from his hands, it’s not a problem for me to take you all out of here.”

Tong Siqing looked doubtful: “Zhihua, but this is an immortal artifact.”

The two bickered with each other, leaving Cen Letian, who should have been triumphant, unable to interject throughout the entire process.

Cen Letian: “…”

Why are they still chatting so casually?

Before Cen Letian could provoke them, Shi Zhihua was about to be annoyed to death by her own person. She ruffled Tong Siqing’s head: “You must believe in me.”

Seeing Tong Siqing about to object again, Shi Zhihua pressed a finger against her lip: “That’s enough. It’s enough.”

Tong Siqing nodded and fell silent.

Cen Letian: “What?”

What is enough?

He belatedly thought back and suddenly realized that one of the Demon Lord’s subordinates was missing?!

“It’s enough,” Shi Zhihua repeated. She then said to Cen Letian: “I believe this time is enough for Su Rong to find your Master.”

Cen Letian: !!!

How is that possible? This place is so big. How could they find his Master?

Shi Zhihua’s tone was lazy, mockingly condescending: “Didn’t you boast about sealing the Mustard Seed World? Before sealing it, aren’t you going to take your Master with you?

Cen Letian sneered: “Ze’an Imperial City is vast, does the Venerable One think your subordinate can easily find my Master?”

“Oh, the extravagant and dissolute Crown Prince of Ze’an. You’re quite naive.” Shi Zhihua said. “Although the Meridian Gate Bell brought the entire Imperial City here, some areas you’re unfamiliar with lack many details. Look those houses over there don’t even have doors or windows. I assume you wouldn’t be willing to let your Master suffer by leaving her in such a place. Let me guess where you hid her: the East Palace, or…”

She didn’t need to continue the rest of the sentence, because the moment the words East Palace left her mouth, Cen Letian’s expression immediately changed.

“Leave Master to me! Even if your subordinate finds my Master, what can she do?” Cen Letian simply admitted it. With the immortal artifact to protect him, he was exceptionally fearless. He immediately activated the Meridian Gate Bell, demanding the bell destroy this Mustard Seed World and bury the Demon Lord and her group within. “Even if she finds her, I’ll just take her to another Mustard Seed World…”

The Ze’an Imperial City within the Mustard Seed World had already begun to collapse. From the southwest, various buildings were rapidly collapsing with devastating speed…

“Oh, that’s fine.” Shi Zhihua clapped. “What if she’s found? If she’s found… let her be buried with us!”

Cen Letian’s pupils contracted.

Shi Zhihua laughed: “Didn’t you want to take her away? Then go find her. I had someone hide her in another location. If you can find her and take her away before the Mustard Seed World collapses, then you are capable. If you can’t find her, she’ll die with me.”

Cen Letian hadn’t expected the Demon Lord to do something so detrimental to herself and others. He instantly panicked.

He truly hadn’t considered this scenario. If the Demon Lord really hid his Master, he either had to find his Master before the Mustard Seed World collapsed, or forcibly freeze the Meridian Gate Bell—the latter was very dangerous. After freezing the Meridian Gate Bell, he wouldn’t be able to use it either, and would then be at the Demon Lord’s mercy.

Shi Zhihua’s tone was light, like a crazy gambler carelessly engaging in a high-stakes gamble. She herself was nonchalant, but she terrified her opponent to the point of blacking out.

“Then let’s see how deep your affection for your Master is,” Shi Zhihua said. “Regardless of the outcome, I will tell Fuluo your choice, to see whether her carefully nurtured disciple chooses to sacrifice himself or save himself in a moment of crisis.”

The Demon Lord is indeed shameless.

There was no time. Cen Letian didn’t even have time to reply and desperately left the area to find his Master.

“Zhihua, can he find her?” Tong Siqing quietly went over to ask the Demon Lord. “Venerable One, where did you have Su Rong hide Fuluo Immortal Master?”

Shi Zhihua: “How should I know? After all, I didn’t ask her to deliberately hide anyone.”

Tong Siqing: “Ah?”

Shi Zhihua also leaned in and whispered in her ear: “I didn’t hide her. I told her to bring the person directly here.”

Tong Siqing: “…”

In that case, Cen Letian would be crazy if he could find Fuluo Immortal Master!

Cen Letian hadn’t considered this angle. He only knew the Demon Lord was despicable, but he hadn’t expected the Demon Lord to add a layer of lies on top of her despicable actions.

Because he was overly anxious, he instinctively believed the “worst-case scenario” she mentioned. As he rushed through the city, searching house by house, he broke out in a cold sweat.

First house, empty.

Second household, also empty.

Third, empty.

Fourth, empty.

Fifth…

When a person is overly worried about someone else, and their mind is frantic and overheated, they rarely think of anything good, only all sorts of terrible outcomes.

Cen Letian was especially like this.

While frantically searching the Mustard Seed World, his mind was also rapidly emptying, filled with past memories.

Once, when his Master took him traveling, they encountered an illusionary realm. He got lost inside the realm for a period, which filled his mind with all kinds of terrible scenarios.

For days and nights, he couldn’t close his eyes.

The moment he closed his eyes, he dreamed of his Master being injured by evildoers, soaked in blood, floating in a lake, her white robes spread out, her frosty hair scattered across the water…

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