The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The refined and noble black leopard raised its eyes lazily to look at her. Tong Siqing actually saw a hint of “what can you do to me?” audacious confidence in them.

Tong Siqing put down the bed curtains and sat next to Shi Zhihua.

As a demonic beast in its animal form, the black leopard took up most of the large bed when it stretched out. As Tong Siqing approached, she could hear the “purring” sound the large cat made from contentment. The sound was low and beautiful, very relaxing.

Accompanying this sound, the other party intermittently swayed its tail. The long, sleek leopard tail swept back and forth over Tong Siqing.

The large cat’s tail was very long, as if it wasn’t under Shi Zhihua’s control. Shi Zhihua herself was lethargic, but her tail was very diligent and lively in teasing Tong Siqing.

Tong Siqing: “Zhihua is being so naughty.”

She raised her hand to catch the mischievous tail, stroking it backward section by section, against the fur.

Shi Zhihua: ???

Petting a leopard against the fur? Do you know that doing this will get your head bitten off?

Shi Zhihua slightly annoyed, sharply whipped her hand with her tail and opened her mouth, pretending to bite her—

Tong Siqing, without a word, offered her hand for the leopard to bite.

Shi Zhihua: ???

Immediately after, before Shi Zhihua could react, Tong Siqing excitedly used the web of her hand to clamp the large cat’s teeth, and with her other hand, she boldly reached out to pet the other party’s head.

The moment her hand landed, her eyes immediately turned into stars.

The texture is so smooth!

Tong Siqing couldn’t help but let out a sigh of contentment. She had never touched such a large, fierce beast. The ones she had encountered before didn’t dare to approach her much, and even when they did, it was to harm her.

She still remembered the last time she encountered the Ten Demon Generals of the Demon Realm. She really wanted to go up and pet them, but as soon as she got a little close, the fierce beasts pounced on her and fought. Later, she accidentally sent them flying.

The Demon Lord is still the best. She’s beautiful, has a good temper, and even lets me pet her true form.

Tong Siqing nuzzled the black leopard, extremely satisfied.

The black leopard, to her, was just like a super large black cat. The large cat’s face was small, its whiskers long and slender, its eyes deep red, and it had very pretty eyelashes. Tong Siqing truly loved it, directly lifting the other party and hugging it in her arms to vigorously pet it.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She understood now. Tong Siqing at night was somewhat problematic. She shouldn’t have transformed into her original form; she should have hidden far away.

“Zhihua, your color is so beautiful,” Tong Siqing exclaimed, pouncing on her. “Don’t run away.”

Shi Zhihua turned her head to flee.

She hadn’t run far when the person behind her grabbed her tail and dragged her back.

Tong Siqing greedily continued to pet the large cat. The large cat’s fur was black and glossy, smooth as satin to the touch. Coupled with its sleek body lines, she could pet it from the far left to the far right in one smooth motion. Her happiness level immediately soared.

Shi Zhihua struggled, trying to escape.

Tong Siqing hugged her: “Don’t run. Just like this. I can sleep while hugging the cat tonight.”

Just hugging, without any inappropriate touching, might be acceptable.

Shi Zhihua thought about it. In that moment of hesitation, she failed to escape.

That night, the golden snake wandered around. When it showed up, it saw a fierce and beautiful black leopard. It was about to go closer to take a look, but Tong Siqing picked it up and tossed it outside.

The black leopard never lifted its eyes, lying quietly on the bed, as if it was tired and asleep.

The next day, Shi Zhihua was awakened by the screams outside the Que Chi Hall.

She transformed into her human form, cast a spell to tidy herself up, and went out to take a look.

In the soil outside the Que Chi Hall… half of the golden snake was buried.

Qing Lin and Su Rong were struggling hard to dig out the snake, praying while they dug that it wasn’t dead.

Shi Zhihua: “…What happened? Why is half of it buried in the soil?”

Are snakes meant to be buried in the soil? Thankfully, it was the back half that was buried. If the front half was buried, the golden snake under my command would probably be dead.

“I don’t know,” Qing Lin said. “I remember we put it in the pond, but when we woke up this morning, we saw half of it was buried in the soil.”

Su Rong: “Did it sneak off to another place and scare someone, so someone retaliated and buried it in the soil to stop it from running around?”

The golden snake was finally dug out, lying listlessly on the ground, recovering its senses.

Shi Zhihua picked it up by its dragon horns: “Where did you go last night?”

The golden snake looked at her, wronged, signaling—I went looking for you.

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She suddenly recalled her own discomfiture from the night before and instantly felt an impulse to kill the snake to keep it silent. The Demon Lord ground her teeth and placed the golden snake back on the ground.

A moment later, Tong Siqing returned.

Tong Siqing: “It always runs around. Now that its abilities have grown, ordinary restrictions can’t control it. I thought it would be better to bury it in the soil. At least in its snake form, it’s restricted by the earth and won’t run rampant.”

Everyone: “…”

Shi Zhihua suddenly understood why Tong Siqing was worried about not being able to keep pets alive.

Her act of putting the golden snake in the soil… it’s a miracle the golden snake had nine lives. Otherwise, after one night, the golden snake would be long gone.

In the past, Shi Zhihua would have gone to comfort the golden snake, but now, she thought, Serves you right for not recognizing me as your master. Go find a corner to cry in.

“Perhaps I’m not suited to keeping the type that isn’t very clever and runs around,” Tong Siqing was contemplating seriously. “A lazy large cat is much more suitable. It doesn’t run around, and it’s very obedient, allowing me to…”

“Shut up.” Shi Zhihua went over and covered her mouth. “I think you should stop talking, or I’m going to get angry.”

Qing Lin and Su Rong: !!!

The Venerable One has been in power for so many years, and she actually revealed her original form?

She must be incredibly spoiled by Tong Siqing, right?

To think that neither of them had seen the Demon Lord’s true form much! They heard it was a super beautiful black leopard…

Shi Zhihua knew exactly what the two of them were thinking and her expression instantly turned cold.

She asked Tong Siqing: “Quickly find a way to contact Holy Text and have him return quickly to resolve your problem.”

It’s all because of that broken mirror. I don’t know what kind of enchantment it placed on Tong Siqing to make her so wicked every night. I’m being tortured to the point of insanity.

This problem is beyond my ability to solve. I can only wait for Holy Text to return.

Shi Zhihua was quite helpless.

I wonder where Holy Text went.

It was only a while after they arrived in Xianning that Holy Text and his group finally went to the Chixiao Realm.

Something major seemed to have happened in the Chixiao Realm. Not only was the population significantly reduced, but the entire area looked desolate, as if rebuilt after a disaster.

Bai Xian was full of questions: “Logically speaking, the Chixiao Realm is not a place that would be affected by war. Why does it look like a major event occurred here?”

They grabbed a passerby and inquired about the situation.

It turned out that a group of people from the Demon Realm had come and fought with a group of Immortals from Xianning. It was said that the two sides fought bitterly, even arguing throughout the night.

Many people died, a lot of blood was shed, with wails and cries everywhere…

Holy Text was terrified by the tale, frequently knitting his brows.

Bai Xian asked: “Then, who took the immortal artifact later?”

The passerby thought for a moment: “I don’t know. I just saw everyone following that red-robed woman in the lead. It should have been seized by her.”

In the hands of the Demon Lord?

If the other half of the Phantasmal Shadow Mirror emerged and was seized by the Demon Lord, and Tong Siqing was following the Demon Lord…

Holy Text instantly connected the dots to the worst possible outcome.

Was it already too late?

As a Father Venerable, he was deeply remorseful, feeling that he had arrived too late and failed to stop the Demon Lord.

“Then where are they now?” Bai Xian asked again. “Did they return to the Demon Realm?”

The passerby had no further information: “I don’t know.”

Seeing that Holy Text Heavenly Venerable was about to explode with anger, Qi Magu rushed forward to comfort him: “Heavenly Venerable, the Demon Lord is insidious and cunning. She must have stolen the immortal artifact. Please don’t be angry yet. Let’s return to Xianning first, and then we can make plans for the future.”

No, it’s too late.

The Phantasmal Shadow Mirror was already in her hands. Tong Siqing still hadn’t escaped the arrangement of fate.

Decades of nurturing and planning had all gone to waste. Holy Text was so angry that he could barely stand steady.

He didn’t want the daughter he had painstakingly raised to ultimately hand over all her surrounding fortune to another.

But it was also because he had protected his daughter too well in the past, so he never taught her how to refuse others, only teaching her kindness.

It was his fault.

Holy Text’s gaze wandered into the distance, his heart filled with worry.

If that half of the Phantasmal Shadow Mirror released Tong Siqing’s wickedness, it might be impossible to suppress it later. The part of her malice that was missing before would return with increasing intensity, multiplied tenfold.

Her kindness, her innocence, could not possibly counteract the malice that was brought back.

Even after hearing this result firsthand, Holy Text still found it hard to accept.

He stood quietly in place, forlorn, for a long time, until the rain began to fall from the sky, and he still showed no intention of returning.

Just then, Bai Xian suddenly approached, holding an oiled paper umbrella.

She held the umbrella for Holy Text Heavenly Venerable. In her other hand, she held two letters, both from Fuluo Immortal Master.

One was for Holy Text Heavenly Venerable, and the other was for herself.

Perhaps her Master had sent the letter just as she was leaving the Chixiao Realm, but she had unexpectedly intercepted the letter halfway when she came to the Chixiao Realm.

“Heavenly Venerable, this is a letter from my Master for you,” Bai Xian handed him the letter. “Please take a look.”

Holy Text opened it and read it carefully.

Fuluo Immortal Master’s body was possessed, the Phantasmal Shadow Mirror was sealed, the Meridian Gate Bell emerged, a disciple of the Heartless Dao sect fell into the demonic path and died, Fuluo volunteered to resign as Immortal Master and leave the Xianning Sect…

Every single piece of news was a disaster.

Perhaps because there could be no worse news, Holy Text still looked so composed.

He passed the letter to the two people beside him, then spoke plainly: “If Fuluo is no longer here, there is no need for the Heartless Dao sect to exist. When this Venerable One returns, I will disband the Heartless faction.”

What?

Bai Xian looked at the Heavenly Venerable in disbelief. The Heartless Dao was going to be gone?

She quickly opened her own letter. Sure enough, she saw that her Master planned to leave the Heartless Dao sect and urged her to find another faction to continue practicing Immortal Arts.

I just went out for one trip, and now my Master is gone, and the Heartless Dao sect is going to be gone too?

Bai Xian felt like she was having the worst luck possible.

In her younger years, she had finally almost reached the level of Immortal Master. After transferring to the Heartless Dao sect, she was captured by the Demon Realm and imprisoned in a water dungeon for many years. When she returned, she found that her Master barely took on disciples anymore, traveling the world all day. Now, in the blink of an eye, the sect was gone, and her Master was gone too.

Bai Xian truly wanted to vomit blood.

“Heavenly Venerable,” Bai Xian said with a bitter smile, putting away her own letter. “If the Heartless Dao sect is gone, where should the rest of us disciples go?”

Holy Text turned to look at her.

During this time, Bai Xian, as a disciple, had been following him. Her conduct and cultivation showed that she was a rare talent with great potential.

Most importantly she knew when to advance and retreat, and she wasn’t noisy.

Holy Text said: “After returning to the Xianning Sect, you will serve in this Venerable One’s Fu Yun Hall.”

To work with that group of opportunistic disciples?

Bai Xian thought about it and felt that this was truly too difficult. She didn’t want to associate with those people; they were disgusting to watch.

So, she boldly declined the Heavenly Venerable.

Her reason was that she wanted to continue her cultivation and contribute to the well-being of the common people.

Holy Text: “This Venerable One has never taken a disciple. Why don’t you formally become this Venerable One’s disciple…”

The Nine Immortal Saints beside him panicked upon hearing this. This wouldn’t do! The Heavenly Venerable taking a disciple is a major event! Even if he does, he should take disciples who are at or above the Immortal Master level. Directly taking Bai Xian! It goes against etiquette!

Bai Xian was also stunned, finding it hard to believe.

Seeing that she did not refuse, Holy Text said: “If there are no objections, this matter is settled.”

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