The Demon Lord Relied on His Imagination to Get Together with the Protagonist. - Chapter 59

Chapter 59

“Is it about to die?” Su Rong looked at the listless golden snake on the ground, somewhat at a loss, and looked at Qing Lin. “What should we do?“

Tong Siqing hadn’t expected the little golden snake to be so fragile. She had been worried about hurting it, which was why she didn’t use a restriction and instead buried it in the soil. She hadn’t expected the other party to react so strongly.

She felt apologetic and stepped forward to comfort the golden snake, her tone soft: “How about I pour some water on you? Would that make you feel better?“

The golden snake nuzzled meekly into her palm, bringing a wave of coolness to Tong Siqing.

Shi Zhihua also came over to inspect. She pushed aside the soil on the ground and frowned: “This soil is not right.“

“Is there a problem with the soil?” Tong Siqing looked at the ordinary soil on the ground, puzzled. “But this soil has been in the Que Chi Hall for many years, and there has never been a problem.“

Shi Zhihua rubbed some soil particles between her fingers and pondered: “This looks like Dragon Breath Soil. It can be used to cultivate flowers and plants, but it is chronically toxic to the dragon species.“

Chronically toxic… When Tong Siqing heard these words, she instantly felt immensely guilty.

It was due to her lack of consideration that she buried the little golden snake here yesterday.

Tong Siqing picked up the golden snake and walked toward the room: “I’ll go treat its injury.“

Shi Zhihua let her go.

Not long after she left, Shi Zhihua suddenly realized—

That’s not right. This is the golden snake I raised. Why would it react to Dragon Breath Soil?

“Could it be that because the golden snake was affected by the Di Hen Festival, it’s similar to a dragon and is thus affected by Dragon Breath Soil?” Qing Lin asked. “But the North Sea Dragon Clan also uses Dragon Breath Soil to grow flowers. Generally, aside from little dragons with low spiritual power, most dragons are not affected.“

Su Rong also said: “Generally, those who can transform into a dragon won’t be affected by this kind of thing. I’ve rarely heard of anyone in the North Sea Dragon Clan being hurt by Dragon Breath Soil. It’s normal that Siqing Immortal Saint didn’t notice.“

Shi Zhihua thought for a moment: “Dragon Breath Soil is a chronic poison to dragons, so it takes effect very slowly. It wouldn’t do anything to them in less than ten years unless… the golden snake had an open wound and directly came into contact with the Dragon Breath Soil.“

But the golden snake clearly had no wounds.

After fighting with the Meridian Gate Bell that day, its injuries were all healed. How could it be injured again?

Shi Zhihua couldn’t figure it out and stared at the Dragon Breath Soil on the ground in a trance.

Just as the people from the Demon Realm were spaced out staring at a pile of dirt, someone suddenly arrived at the Que Chi Hall.

The newcomer was not dressed in white robes but in a low-key, light-green outfit. His figure was slender, which was very in line with the Xianning Sect’s aesthetic standards. When he walked from afar, he looked like a wisp of fine leaf drifting in, handsome and detached, landing without a sound.

He looked ill. His skin was excessively pale. Even the light green color was not as fair as his face.

Shi Zhihua felt that this person looked somewhat familiar, so she turned to look at the other party.

The person walked closer, then clasped one hand behind his back, displaying a somewhat haughty demeanor.

Qing Lin and Su Rong also stepped forward and stood behind the Demon Lord, planning to teach him a lesson along with the Demon Lord if he was rude.

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” Shi Zhihua asked unceremoniously, in the manner of a host. “Why did you enter without prior announcement?”

Entering without prior announcement suggests a relationship with the Hall’s owner that is out of the ordinary.

Shi Zhihua knew this, but it didn’t matter she was domineering and unreasonable anyway. Anyone who had a good relationship with Tong Siqing had to be screened by her first.

If there truly was such a person, how could she not put some pressure on them?

She would.

She would definitely do that.

When asked this, the newcomer instantly chuckled. Of course, his laugh was not entirely sincere. Instead, it carried a hint of mockery: “This Venerable One was about to ask you two. Who are you?”

Shi Zhihua looked at him with displeasure.

This person did not look like someone upright and honest. Most likely, he was another hypocrite that the Xianning Sect excelled at producing. His words seemed gentle and courteous, but in reality, his sentences were filled with sarcasm, and the targeting and hostility in his speech were very blatant.

And yet, this person also possessed a handsome façade that was very good at deceiving people.

“This Venerable One is the Fifth Immortal Saint of Xianning, overseeing the promotion and assessment affairs of the disciples,” the person’s smile was faint, but his eyes were icy. “The Xianning disciples number 327,989. How is it that this Venerable One… has never seen you before?”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

She had casually fabricated an identity, claiming to be a Xianning disciple, originally intending to sneak in and look around. As a result, she happened to run into an Immortal Saint with a good memory.

This was too coincidental.

Shi Zhihua was silent for a moment, then looked up again at the person named Xiuzhu.

The other party had a memorable appearance. His face was clear and pale, looking somewhat frail. His skin was excessively fair, and his eyes were extremely dark and deep, as if hiding ten thousand years of bitter thoughts. Staring at people, he exuded a sense of gloom.

Shi Zhihua suddenly felt that she might have some kind of history with the other party.

An enemy?

“Could he be the one who snatched our things in the Bamboo Grove at the waterside pavilion a few years ago?” Qing Lin also suddenly remembered. She secretly transmitted her voice to the Demon Lord: “I remember him. He has a thin, long scar behind his ear. I injured him with a hidden weapon.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

It was indeed an enemy.

She deliberately stirred up a gust of wind, making the other party’s waist-length hair flutter backward, revealing his temples and the area behind his ear.

Xiuzhu’s hair color was not entirely black. Because the color was light, it looked as if it was dyed with a layer of faint gray.

This made it easier for everyone to see behind his ear.

There was indeed a scar.

Qing Lin accidentally misspoke, forgetting to use private transmission, and actually blurted it out in public: “Venerable One, it’s him!”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

Xiuzhu: “…”

That one shout made everything clear to everyone.

Xiuzhu raised his well-defined, slender hand and touched the area behind his ear: “Many years ago, I was injured by the Demon Lord’s subordinate in the bamboo grove. This scar has refused to fade, precisely to remind myself of that day’s humiliation… What a coincidence. I unexpectedly encountered the two of you here today.”

Shi Zhihua: “…”

This isn’t an unexpected encounter. This is a certain person coming to their doorstep to be annoying.

“…She addresses you as Venerable One.” Xiuzhu’s heavy eyes fixed tightly on Shi Zhihua, his tone aloof. “So, you must be the Demon Lord.”

“How could that be?” Shi Zhihua quickly denied it. She forced a false smile and found an excuse: “I am merely a substitute.”

Qing Lin: ???

Su Rong: ???

Venerable One, what are you saying?

Shi Zhihua waved her large sleeve, changing her appearance to an unremarkable, ordinary face. She made a strained expression with this face: “Siqing Immortal Saint is infatuated with the Demon Lord, and because she cannot have her, she sought me out to impersonate the Demon Lord for comfort.”

Xiuzhu did not speak, patiently listening to her sophistry, seemingly looking for loopholes in her words.

Shi Zhihua lowered her eyes and changed her voice again: “My disguise technique is flawless, and my acting is passable, so, so… Alas, it was ultimately to fulfill Siqing Immortal Saint’s wish. I also had no choice.”

Xiuzhu finally frowned. He asked: “How could Siqing Immortal Saint like the Demon Lord?”

Qing Lin immediately stepped forward: “Don’t you know that Siqing Immortal Saint once declared in front of all the world that she wanted to forcibly marry the Demon Lord?”

Xiuzhu’s brow furrowed deeper: “That did happen.”

Shi Zhihua sighed: “Yes, that’s right. She genuinely admires the Demon Lord. Unfortunately, the Demon Lord did not reciprocate the sincerity and instead hurt her.”

“This Venerable One understands her,” Xiuzhu denied. “She is not the type to do something like looking for a substitute. She would not.”

“Alas, of course she wouldn’t know,” Since she had already started lying, Shi Zhihua was not afraid of getting caught, and simply dug another hole. “It’s because I was appointed by the Holy Text Heavenly Venerable. The Heavenly Venerable ordered me to impersonate the Demon Lord. Siqing Immortal Saint is unaware of this matter.”

Xiuzhu showed a hint of distress: “So that’s how it is.”

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